Schooled for sex

CHAPTER THREE

We had breakfast in the school's mess hall, at a table set well away from the others. Once we were used to the stares of hundreds of eyes it became possible to get down to business. It turned out that Peggy and Vinnie had had their own kind of entertainment during the night.

"You should have seen her, boss," said Vinnie, stuffing scrambled eggs into his mouth as he talked, "a beautiful little thing with tits and everything, and she just came into my room naked, not a word! She didn't look all that happy but who gives a shit. I had a terrific time."

"And I got a little hockey player," said Peggy thoughtfully. "What do you think, Joe, are they trying to divert us? I got the impression that she wasn't there of her own free will, but that the alternative to being with me was very bad."

"I doubt it," I said. "The girl who visited me, Cissy, seemed to enjoy herself all the way. I think she just wanted to get laid for the sake of status or whatever is important in this place. I mean, what are you looking for, a young ladies' mafia?" I guffawed at the idea, but Peggy took it seriously.

"You see that girl over there?" She pointed at a blond girl not far from us. "Remember her? She came into our room last night and demanded to know what we were doing there. When I came out of my room to go to breakfast there were a lot of girls standing around her, listening very closely to what she had to say. Of course they all clammed up when I came near. But I'd watch her if I were you."

"I think we ought to make a general surveillance of the school today," I said. "Check out every nook and cranny of it, take pictures, talk with people, that sort of thing. If Laurel Van de Kut was kidnapped I have to know who last saw her and where." I did my best to sound like I had the case by the scruff of the neck, but in all honesty I was more confused than ever. It couldn't be a kidnapping, because what was the fun if there was no ransom at the end? A sex crime? Now that was a possibility. The photos of Laurel showed her to be a walking, talking wet dream. Short of scouring the surrounding woods there was no way of establishing that possibility. Or she could have run away, eloped as her mother suggested. Or maybe she was fed up and had gone to Paris with her credit card. In all this uncertainty I had to set the example for my staff, and Peggy's amateur suggestions had to be ignored. "Yes, that's the best way," I said, getting up from the table. "We'll start right now. Get the equipment, Vinnie."

The chauffeur scurried away and returned within minutes with cameras and a small recorder to which he had attached a long-range pick-up microphone. The three of us walked out of the mess hall and into the square to get our bearings. Beyond the buildings were the sports fields, the woods, and beyond the woods was a suburban development. Armed with a pair of binoculars I climbed the bell tower and surveyed the whole area carefully. The woods were vast, a green mass broken only by a lake in the center. Trees everywhere, surrounding the school, and I quickly realized that it would be far too much trouble to scour so much acreage. I marked the sex crime possibility down to the bottom of the list.

When I reached the square again, troops of girls marched to their classes. All wore dark blue uniforms with light blue blouses and sensible black shoes, grey stockings covered their legs, and hats with wide brims adorned their heads. I felt my cock pulsing with lust for all of those squeaky-clean pussies between all those young thighs, and I stared after them until the last squad had disappeared into the buildings. "Let's start with… the gym," I said casually. Vinnie wiped his mouth and got his cameras ready.

"A little exercise, eh?" Peggy said. "What a good idea." We walked into the big gym and found it empty, even though about thirty girls had just entered it. Some sounds came from the far end of it, and as we neared it it became clear that the girls were in the change room. This was the time when I could appreciate Vinnie's peculiar talents most of all. In a flash the chauffeur had located some cracks in the walls, through which we had a limited but adequate view of what was happening inside that area.

The peep hole I occupied looked directly into one of the cubicles where a girl was taking off her hat. She hung it neatly on a hook and then turned her back to me to chat with a friend. This friend joined her in the cubicle, busily undoing her tie. I didn't recognize either of them and I couldn't catch what they were saying, but I remained glued to that peephole just the same. Both had their ties off and now they helped the other with the buttons at the backs of their uniforms. These were also neatly hung on hooks. That left them in their blouses and panties, and by this time I began to wish there was a hole in the wall lower down so I could fuck that! They chattered at a mile a minute, all the while undoing buttons, fumbling with bra straps, taking no notice of their own bodies-but then, why should they? They'd grown up with all that pulchritude. Only outsiders lusted after their assets. The girls revealed them so innocently, baring their incipient breasts, stepping out of their panties to reveal the thinly haired pussy slits, bending over with their backs toward me to let me savor the beautiful forms of their buttocks, still talking, laughing, getting ready to put on their gym clothes. My cock was sending out distress signals! I glanced at Vinnie and Peggy, and both were behaving in a much less inhibited manner than I was. Peggy had one hand on her crotch, clawing at her pussy through her tight jeans, and the other was inside her low-necked top. Vinnie had his cock out and was beating off unashamedly. My girls were almost fully dressed and I told the others to cool it.

"Just a minute!" Vinnie puffed and a second later he blew his wad up against the wall. "Aaaaah, that's better. What fluff, boss, I've never been so happy in any place! This is paradise, I swear it is. I'd like to have a job here emptying chamber pots or something." Muttering to himself, he adjusted one of the cameras and took a couple of quick pictures before backing away from the wall. By the time the girls emerged from the dressing room we were wandering about the gym, inspecting items closely and looking officious.

A woman bounded out after them and ordered them in long lines. With sharp orders she put them through their paces, warming them up for the main bout as it were, and the three of us stopped pretending to be busy. We had to watch all those nubile bodies at work. How lovely they looked in their gym shorts, some so tight that the pussy contours were plainly visible, other bloomers so loose that the legs allowed small glimpses of shadowy, hairy phantoms in certain positions. "I could watch them all day," Peggy whispered. I nodded knowingly.

We watched them from behind, from the side and from the front, until at last the instructor got suspicious and ordered us out of the gym. I could have refused but there was no sense antagonizing the staff. Once outside we really didn't know where to go next Vinnie came up with a great idea.

"Hey boss, you want to know what these girls know, right? I mean, you want to know the stuff they won't tell you."

"That's correct."

"Then one of us ought to bug the change room! You saw how they talked to each other. We're bound to pick up something there."

"I was just thinking about that," I lied. "Okay, give me the equipment and I'll go do it right now."

"Hey, listen, if you don't want to…" In his own way he was begging me to let him do it, but as long as I paid his wages, I would make the big decisions. I took his tape recorder and microphone and went around to the back of the building to look for another entrance. It wasn't difficult to find a window that had been left open. Vinnie and Peggy looked pissed when I left them standing there, but I was on the case.

Inside the change room all was quiet. Girls' clothing hung from hooks inside the cubicles, the shower section was still dry, towels had been laid out in neat piles, and the smell of soap, perfume, and just a dash of pussy titillated my nose. The directional microphone would pick up whatever it was pointed at, and obviously I would have to be there to point it. A bug would only pick up a riot of babble. So the first job was to find a place to hide. A broom closet was perfect for my purposes. It bad a door that wouldn't close properly, leaving a wide enough crack for the microphone and my roving eyes. Also it smelled bad inside, a sure sign that only the cleaners went into it. I tested the equipment and made myself comfortable to wait for their arrival.

There they were, all flushed now, sweaty, hurrying to get out of their gym clothes and under the shower. The showers were closer to me than the cubicles, so there was another wait before the first disrobed body appeared. I used that time to check around for profitable gossip. Nothing. At last one of the girls appeared and turned on one of the showers. There were no partitions between them, just two rows of nozzles and tips over a raised and tiled area. Other girls followed. Once again my cock fought to get out of my pants so it could expand and stand tall! All those eighteen-year-old girls, so innocent, such hard little pear tits, fuzzy pussies, the top of the slit still visible through the down, their thighs still boyishly firm, buttocks round and pert. They stood under the showers and let the water gush down over them to make their skin shine, and then they lathered themselves up to make their bodies even more sensual.

I was dying in that closet. Feebly I pointed the microphone at various girls and recorded whatever they said, but not a word that came through the monitor registered with me. My free hand grappled with my zip. I let my cock out and it reared up in the air, jubilant, throbbing, dying for just a couple of strokes to bring it undone. All those small tits, they hardly moved when the girls bounced about! Dollops of foam covered parts of their bodies, water washed them all away, and it was like a strip show to see them covered in soap one second, and stark, shining naked the next. The instructor didn't go under the shower but stood nearby to keep a sharp eye on her charges. I wondered what was going through her mind at that moment.

I was about to succumb to acute masturbation when another girl entered upon the scene. It was the little blonde! She had on her school uniform and she took no notice of the girls. Instead she went right up to the instructor and whispered something in her ear. Reflexively I pointed the microphone at them and turned the receiving volume up as high as it would go. But I may have been too late. The instructor shook her head and the blonde left. I became impatient to find out what had been said. It wouldn't have been too difficult to turn the tape back and find out, but under the circumstances it would have been too distracting. Those girls kept bringing the beast out in me; I couldn't help myself.

They were frolicking under the showers, pushing each other and throwing hands full of water into each other's faces, and there was some wrestling here and there. The gym instructor told them to cut it out and for a moment they did. They washed themselves down and stood close together under the cascade of hot water, their pert little bottoms pointing directly at me, their hands rubbing their little breasts, faces turned up to the water. I felt like Frankenstein going through his metamorphosis! My fangs were growing along with my cock, I was covered in caveman hair, my nails turned to claws, foam dripped from my lips, my body became hunched, powerful, monstrous, and any second now I would jump from the closet with an unearthly scream and I would ravish the nearest virgin! God, I wanted to! They were turning off the showers now and toweling themselves down. I couldn't take it anymore! My hand closed around my cock, moved up, then down, and a gusher of hot sperm blew free, splashing up against the closet door. What a relief. I found that my body was drenched in sweat and that my breathing had a heart-attack quality. Only slowly, as the girls changed back into their uniforms and left the room, did my condition improve. At long last the instructor closed the door after them and I hurried out through the window before the next class could pin me down.

Peggy and Vinnie weren't far from the gym and Vinnie was looking very pleased with himself. "I got the pictures, boss," he winked, patting his camera. "We figured that since the window was open we might as well do a little surveillance, right?"

"I should have known." We sat down on a grassy knoll under a large shade tree and I wound the tape back just far enough to catch the blonde's words to the gym instructor. They were disappointing. "Was Lydia here this morning?"

"Who's Lydia?" Peggy wondered.

"Probably her friend," I said. "Let's interview some of the teachers, gang, we're bound to get a few straight answers from them."

"I think if you find Lydia you'll be a long way toward the answer," said Peggy. "Furthermore, I don't think the teachers in this school know their ass from a hole in the ground. These little girls are organized, Joe."

"How would you know!" I snapped. "Have you been reading my private eye's manual again or what?"

"I'm a woman," she said simply, "and I know when a woman is a cunning rat whether she's nine or ninety. That little blonde is a cunning rat."

"Then why don't we question her?" I submitted.

"Oh Joe," she sighed, "sometimes I wonder why I do all your work for you. If you want to break a chain you look for the weakest link. You don't start pulling on the strongest!"

I didn't bother to answer her. However, we did go to Miss Parsons' office to inquire after Lydia. The headmistress told us right away that Lydia had shared a room with Laurel for some time before the heiress' disappearance. I looked at Peggy and she looked at me. "And where can we find this young lady?" was my next question.

"I believe she reported to the infirmary early this morning," said Miss Parsons. "By the way, Mr. McCanoczek, have you any information for me on my… er… little problem?"

"None as yet but we're working on it," I assured her. We hurried off to the infirmary and found a nurse at the desk who told us that Lydia seemed to have nothing wrong with her but that nevertheless she had put her in one of the beds. No one else was sick. We closed the door behind us and carefully turned the key in the lock so that the nurse wouldn't disturb us. Then we tiptoed toward the girl lying all alone in the ward, sleeping. "Lydia?" I said.

She jumped up in fright. Wild eyes stared at us and when she saw who we were she shot down under the blankets and told us to go away. "You might catch something!" she cried. "I think I have the measles!"

"Nonsense," I said, pulling the covers off her. She had on a hospital nightie that was a little too short for her. Lydia was a very attractive girl, I decided, the instant her little ass showed from under the hem. She was deeply tanned all over and she was quite strong. At the same time she was very frightened. Green eyes peered up at me from a tousle of thick, red hair, and her tanned hands clutched at the bedclothes as though she was about to tunnel out of her situation.

"Please, I can't tell you anything! All I know is that Laurel was here one day and gone the next!"

"I think this lady is in need of some friendly persuasion," said Peggy. The girl shrank back when my black secretary perched on the edge of her bed but she couldn't go too far because I was on the other side of her and Vinnie was leering at her from the foot end of the bed. "Come now, baby, tell us what else you know. Relax, that's the girl, just take it easy, no one's going to hurt you." Peggy caressed her arm and shoulder slowly, speaking softly, the way one speaks to an alarmed horse. Lydia calmed down far enough for Peggy to shift into second gear. Her long black fingers stroked the girl's neck and moved over her shoulder toward the small breasts under the nightie. "Tell us everything you know and we'll promise to look after you. But if you don't…"

"What if I don't?" challenged Lydia.

"If you don't we're going to torture you until you do tell us. We won't hurt you but we'll drive you crazy. Would you like us to do that?" Peggy's hand was squarely on the girl's left tit now, thumb and finger pinching at the nipple. Lydia looked down at that strange hand and she started to shiver. A small tear rolled down her cheek. "What's it to be, baby, do we have to titillate it out of you?"

"You can't make me tell!" she exclaimed, but there was doubt in her voice. My hand took hold of her other tit and Vinnie pulled at her blanket slowly, teasingly. Lydia didn't know what to do. "I'll call for the nurse!" she cried.

"Then you'll miss out on a lot of fun," I said in a quiet tone of voice. That shut her up. For a minute or so nothing was said. Peggy and I squeezed a tit each and Vinnie kept tugging the bedclothes off her inch by inch. Lydia was very tense. Under her tan she had gone pale. I wondered how a redhead like her could get such a tan. The answer came when Vinnie pulled the sheets down over her pussy. She was really a brunette. Peggy noticed it, too.

"What did you dye your hair red for?" she asked.

"No reason."

"Was it because Laurel liked you better that way?"

The girl kept her mouth shut. A stubborn expression came into her eyes. Peggy took the front of the nightie in her hand and with a sudden jerk tore it wide open. "If you don't talk, dear, we're going to be very disappointed in you," she hissed. Lydia was confused, but she just bit her lip and remained silent.

I took the tatters and tore them all the way down, then tore them again into long strips. The naked girl looked helpless, but delighted, there on the hospital bed. Her hands vainly tried to cover her intimate parts, but she had three of them and only two hands. Small, pink-nippled tits delighted my eyes, that brush of brown hair invited closer inspection. Peggy stayed by her side and let a careless finger run along the girl's body. With Vinnie's help I tied Lydia's ankles to the bedposts. When we went to do the same to her wrists she snapped out of her passive state and began to play the game. "Don't, don't!" she cried, slashing at us with her small fists. "I'm not going to tell no matter what you do! Just leave me alone!"

"I'm gonna make you hot-make you cum!" Peggy told the girl. Using her tongue, she traced a wet line across the girl's full lips, which opened wide! Lydia held still long enough for Vinnie and I to get her bonds in place, and when the last knot had been tied she was spread-eagled, naked, helpless, and in a state of arousal. "Now tell us all you know," said Peggy conversationally. She sat on the side of the bed and let her hand drift toward Lydia's clit. "Everything, you hear? Don't miss out a single detail." Silence.

Vinnie retired to the foot of the bed and peered at Lydia's pussy with unabashed lechery. His cock was in hand once again and he stroked it slowly, reverently, coming in for close-ups now and then, but content with a medium view of her delicate little twat. I couldn't resist a closer look either. There was something utterly sexy about this woman, something distilled and subtle. Even though her shoulders were a little wider than usual for a girl her build, she was a woman from head to toe. Her breasts were full enough to stand out from her chest even when she was lying down, fulsome little pop-ups that made my lips itch for a taste. Her nipples, soft and flat like a top hat after it's been sat on, were high up, set back from the peaks as it were. Such softness, in such sharp contrast to the mean look in her green eyes and the dyed red hair tousled about her feline face. I ran my hand down over her tits and along the flat plain of her belly to the part between the two fins of her pelvic bones, where her pubic bone pushed up arrogantly. Her pubic hair felt dry and soft, such a young shrub, tentative, just sprouted, doing nothing to hide the contours of her flesh down there. And her pussy was again in contrast to those bone ridges; soft, full-fleshed lips pushed outward, enclosing the inner lips and her clitoris securely, but yielding easily to the touch. Those full furrows of flesh parted to let in one finger to sample the tender, ragged flesh underneath, only faintly moist. I drew it up until the tip contracted that familiar tuck under which her tiny clitoris lay in hiding. For a while I moved my fingertip about rapidly, titillating her at full speed, but that only made Lydia more uneasy.

"Let me do it, Joe," said Peggy. "Move out of the way, Vinnie, how can I do my job with you hanging about? Go on, stand in the corner or something." As Lydia watched with suspicious eyes, the black woman eased herself down between the girl's legs and opened up her little twat with both thumbs. For a moment she remained frozen in that position, her tongue extended, holding the cunt open, her eyes shining with lust, and then, like a true connoisseur, she bent over Lydia's pussy and began to lick it with long, ice-cream eater's strokes. At once Lydia's eyes closed and she gnashed her teeth in an effort to withstand the barrage of stimuli, but I could tell she didn't stand a chance.

To help my secretary I made for Lydia's tits. They tasted as delicious as they looked, smooth and firm, and they fitted nicely when I concentrated on one and opened my mouth wide. Her flesh ballooned inside when I sucked and I closed my teeth over it just enough to make her flesh chafe against the grinding surfaces. Lydia barely managed to stifle a moan. Was she excited? If nothing else, she could control her face. There was no way of telling whether we were making progress, so I just kept on sucking and biting at her tits, one after the other, savoring the fruits of youth. Her nipples were beginning to harden, I could definitely feel it! I let go of her tit and concentrated on the nearest one, taking it between my teeth and nibbling at it until it was as hard as a bullet. Success!

Peggy was smacking her lips and slurping up fresh juices down there and Lydia's face was more relaxed now. Her eyes were slightly open and all I could see was the whites. That was a good sign. A little more. I squeezed both tits hard so that the nipples stood out all the more and let my tongue rotate about them. Her body began to tremble. "Okay, I said, wrenching myself away, "that's enough for now. Give me a cigarette, Peggy."

Lydia's eyes shot open, shocked, outraged. "But-!" she said, then clammed up again. Sparks shot out of those green eyes. I gave Peggy a wink and the two of us had a cigarette while she twisted uncomfortably. She was a tough cookie, though. I had underestimated her. So, just to give her a push in the right direction, I eased my finger into her cunt and moved it back and forth without taking much overt interest in the process. Privately, though, the sensation of her cunt flesh closed around my finger sent my cock sky high! After a minute or so I didn't want to know about smoking. I stubbed it out and lay between her long, slender legs to send the finger right up her, and with passion.

She liked that a lot. At this stage of excitement she'd given up trying to be angry. Her mouth was slack and her face was flushed, sweaty. Although her bonds held her in position she moved about as much as possible, throwing her body from side to side to give vent to some of the passions building up in her. I wanted to fuck her so badly that it hurt, but I kept sending my big finger into that yielding pink flesh, pushing hard so that her clitoris got a drubbing from the ball of my fist. Lydia loved it! Those stifled moans rose into open cries of joy and her cunt slurped and raspberried as her juices filled up her vaginal canal. Each time my finger emerged it looked oilier. Also it had more room to move about in. She was tight but relaxing, and when I added a finger to the intruder she hardly noticed it. Her cunt stretched to accommodate the extra flesh and droplets of juice hit me in the face when I pumped my digits into her. A tart fragrance enveloped me, filled me, and the urge to eat her and fuck her at the same time was tearing me apart.

"That's enough Joe, let her go for a moment." Peggy had to drag me off her. I wanted to see if I could get three fingers up her. But I stood up and slowly licked my fingers while Peggy demanded the information. Lydia seemed out of it. Her eyes were closed and her head moved from side to side as though she was lost in a dream. Peggy snapped her out of it with a couple of quick slaps. "Now tell us what you know," she insisted.

"Make love to me!" she moaned.

"Not until you tell us. Then I'll let Joe loose on you. You know how big his cock is? Show her, Joe." I dropped my pants and a greedy expression came to Lydia's face. "It's all yours if you'll tell us what we want to know." Lydia made her choice. She shook her head and, though she kept looking at my erect cock, she said she would never tell.

"They'd kill me if I did!" she said. "I want to help you, don't you understand, but they'd rip my tongue out!"

"How would you like him to come in your face?" Peggy countered. She pointed at Vinnie, who came forward at once, cock in hand, eagerness in his eyes. Lydia pulled a face. "We'll protect you afterwards," Peggy went on, "but we have to know." Lydia refused to tell. "Okay, Vinnie, she's all yours."

"While he's doing that," I whispered, "do you think you could take care of this hard-on for me?"

"I would but it's our only ace right now," said Peggy.

Vinnie stood by the side of the bed and masturbated mightily. His knob was pointed right at Lydia's face and the girl was doing everything to get away from it. For inspiration, the chauffeur grabbed her cunt and mauled it for a moment, then did the same to her tits. One hand beating his dick, the other in his mouth to suck off the cunt juice and sweat, he leered down at her and threatened to drown her in his sperm. She didn't know that Vinnie never had more than a few drops to spare, and so she expected the worst. I just wished he'd hurry up so we could get on with the next phase.

"This is your last chance, honey," Peggy reminded her. Lydia shook her head violently and closed her eyes so she wouldn't see the load when it broke loose. Vinnie gave his cock a couple of swift tugs and there it came, thin drops of semen drooling out of his red-raw cock all over her face. Lydia giggled, unimpressed. "Aw fuck it!" Peggy said angrily. "I cart see we're going to have to get nasty with this girl. Stick your fist up her cunt, Joe, let's drop this nice stuff."

"All right." I squatted down between her legs and pressed three bunched fingers into her cunt. Lydia became very aroused and I could feel the wetness of her soft, tender pussy walls begin to coat my fingers. She was hot-hotter than she knew-and I felt it was now time to make her cum! Carefully, I began a gentle in-and-out motion, using my three digits to finger fuck her. She moaned out loud and her cunt bucked against my hand. The little bitch was hot…she wanted more!

Since my hand was thoroughly coated with her juices, it was easy to slip still one more finger into her spasming hole. Her nipples were bright pink now with excitement and I had to admit, my cock was jumping and throbbing against my leg. It wanted to bury itself deep inside her hot little snatch! But our mission was to get vital information. I figured if I made her cum enough, she'd tell everything she knew! I was wrong!

It didn't take me long to realize that she wanted still more, maybe my whole hand up inside her. The thought turned me on, I must admit, as I'd never fist fucked anyone before and didn't even know if it could really be done. But by the way that her cunt muscles kept sucking up my fingers, I knew she was the type to try anything once if it was sexual! I now inserted the last finger of my hand in easily. The look of pure lust on her face was a sight to see. Her pussy hole gaped wide open and my hand disappeared inside. It was tight, like a vise, in there but also very sexually stimulating. Wild! She started to fuck my hand and arm, crying out like a woman gone crazy. "More!" she screamed. "Give me more!" I didn't have anything else to give her!

Peggy couldn't believe her eyes. She'd never seen anyone so hot before in a sexual ecstasy that went beyond anything I'd ever experienced. Clearly we were on the wrong track, but none of us could stop it. I worked my hand round and round, and still her cunt kept on opening up. Her labia had merged with her body or had gone into the hole, only a little bush of pubic hair served to remind me of her former shape. My fist moved to and fro ever so slightly, and it twisted about to loosen up her pussy even more. Then, without warning, it seemed to open right up and take a bite. All I saw sticking out of her body was my wrist.

"Jesus Christ!" said Peggy. She had let go of Lydia and was gaping at the sight. "Unbelievable!" Involuntarily her hand went down to her own cunt, rubbing her labia, pinching her clitoris, and, after doing that for a while, she lay on the bed in such a position that she could look right at Lydia's distended cunt and jerk off at the same time. Vinnie was abusing himself desperately. And Lydia was in a state of shock. All I knew was that my hand was inside a vise of flesh and that her cunt had a grip on my wrist that was cutting off the circulation. But it was terrific just the same. Wet, firm flesh pressed down on me, I could move my fingers slightly, enough to explore the whole cavity, but what impressed me most was seeing my hand stuck up her cunt. At last I recalled what the nature of our mission was. Peggy and Vinnie were coming in their own ways, and my cock felt like a hot poker. Slowly, carefully, I pulled back on my fist, and once again her cunt opened wide to let my hand past the barriers.

Lydia was moaning softly. Trickles of juice formed at the lower section of her cunt hole. Her breasts were heaving and I got the impression that was lost in an orgasm the size of an ocean. We had not only failed to get any information from her, we had even failed to put pressure on her. On top of that I was getting immensely frustrated and there really was no point in fucking this girl now that her pussy was the size of the Kimberley Hole.

We had a cigarette while Lydia recuperated. Peggy saw how depressed I was so she put her cigarette in the ashtray and lay her head in my lap, face down. My cock responded at once to her full lips closing about it. Her warm spit flowed about my sorely tried knob and soothed it, her tongue spiraled about my stem and drained it of tension, and when she started to bob her head up and down I felt only lust. Fuck the case, I thought, life's not about making collars and big bucks, it's all about getting laid and having pretty girls blow you now and then. Peggy was a mistress of the art without trying. In minutes she had converted that ache in my cock into sheer pleasure. Her lips dragged up and down along the stalk, masturbating me orally, and all I could do was lie back and love it.

She took me up to the point at which it became a matter of urgency to get off. To the end I sat up and took her head between my hands. She knew the routine. Her mouth and throat relaxed as I started to fuck her face with long strokes, but only enough to let me push it down her throat. She still maintained enough fleshy pressure on me to make it feel like I was fucking a friendly and familiar pussy. Slowly, savoring every beat, I pushed my cock deep into her mouth, sighing, feeling hot and tingly all over, and at last my balls got the signal. A flood of sperm, accumulated during hours of frustration, now rolled out of my dick and filled Peggy's mouth to bursting. She coughed, spluttered, but bravely managed to swallow most of what I fed her. With every strong ejaculation I felt a little better, and when the last drop had rolled down her throat I was a new man.

"Remind me to give you a raise," I said, pulling my pants back on. Peggy just shrugged and went- over to Lydia again.

"I was just thinking," she told the girl, "that your parents would be very interested in seeing what you do at school. Hey, Vinnie, get one of the cameras. You're going to take pictures of me eating this lovely little chick out. Let's see how mother and father like that, huh?"

"Oh Jesus, no!" Lydia was really scared now. "No, anything but that. I'll tell you the name of a girl who's got the whole story. I mean, I'm not in the club but she is."

"What is this club?" I asked.

"Oh, just a figure of speech. This girl is on the 'in', you know. If I give you her name will you let me go?"

"As long as you understand we can take you in again at any time," Peggy said threateningly.

"Yeah, I know it. See Maree Laverne, she'll help you."