J S Bradley

Discipline for daughter

CHAPTER ONE

The showers hissed. Steam billowed from the chromed heads. Vera Thomas glared from violet eyes at the two older girls standing before her and Sandy. She tipped her face up in a haughty way, and her dark hair slid along her trim shoulders. She took a deep breath, and her sharp, conical tits thrust against her blouse and accentnated the slender, long waist.

The tableau was reflected by the long mirror over the row of sinks in the dormitory bathroom where the glass wasn't being clouded by the steam. Vera caught sight of herself from the corner of her eye and was aware of her trim, voluptuous beauty in spite of the drab clothing she had to wear.

The shorter girl in front of her wore her light red hair in a close crop, nearly boyish in length. She had a roundish face and round tits that barely bumped her blouse. She was trying hard not to giggle and destroy the mock seriousness of the moment. Her green eyes fairly twinkled.

The one doing the talking was taller and heftier, with solid tits and a packed ass. Her mouse-brown hair was cut in a pageboy that framed her stern face and accented the full lips of a mouth that was too big for the rest of her features.

"Cadet Thomas, I gave you a direct order," she barked, smacking her left palm with an object, again and again. "Strip for shower duty!"

Vera set her fine jaw and glared again. The rodlike object smacked the open palm. Strong fingers curled around it in a loving kind of grasp, released it, and opened for the next slap.

Sandy stood at Vera's left, more or less at attention, not knowing whether to be afraid or to make a game of it the way she did with most things. She was a petite little thing with blonde hair and freckles dancing across her nose and cheeks. She was Vera's life-long friend and now her roommate at the academy, also a new cadet.

All four girls wore blouse-and-skirt uniforms of coordinated military green. The main difference was that the older girls sported Second Lieutenant bars on their collars.

"One more time, girls, and then Hoffman and I are going to report you to Captain Garner for insubordination," the hefty one said in her best snarl, smacking her palm once more. "Strip naked – now!"

Hoffman couldn't suppress her giggles any longer. Her face wrinkled cutely. She glanced at Smith apologetically, putting one hand to her mouth and the other into her crotch, cupping her pussy slightly with it. She straightened up and looked serious again.

Vera caught Sandy's movement beside her. The little blonde had undone the first two buttons of her blouse and was working on the third.

"Stop, Sandy," Vera said. "I don't think they can report us for a damn thing. Stripping isn't a proper order." She shifted her weight to one leg, which made her trim hip flare under the skirt. She saw the way Smith's eyes went to the line of it and her fingers clasped the long object lingeringly again.

Smith glowered and came a step forward, thrusting her face upward into Vera's. "Defiant bitch, aren't you?" she snarled. "Well, we'll take care of that in just a minute. Shower duty is required of all new cadets at Bronson Academy. It's part of the training to teach you to follow orders from your superiors and to make you stop thinking you're somebody around here. You're nothing Thomas! You got that – nothing! Maw, you can pull shower duty with me and Hoffman or with Captain Garner herself, take your choice. Only I'll guarantee you'll like it better with us, won't they, Hoffman?"

Hoffman giggled and grabbed at her crotch again, her eyes really twinkling now. "Maybe she's a lez, too, Beth," she said. "Maybe she'd like it better with Garner, after all."

Sandy's eyes widened. "Captain Garner – a lez? Really?" She paused in the middle of running her skirt zipper down over her round, tight little asscheeks.

Beth Smith turned her head toward Sandy and grinned wickedly. "Does that idea appeal to you, Cadet Perkins?" Her eyes took on a heated look. "You like girl games do you?"

Vera watched their eyes meet. Then she didn't believe the words or the expression that came from her friend's face.

"Sometimes," Sandy said, her freckles glowing in the steam that was beginning to fill the room.

"You and I are going to get along just fine. Perkins," Smith said huskily.

"What – just what happens with shower duty, Ma'am?" Sandy asked a pink tongue darting out to lick her full lips.

"You obey orders, of course," Smith grinned.

She looked directly into Vera's violet eyes again. "And you get your mouth washed out – your south mouth. With this!"

She whipped the long object from behind her back and held it right under Vera's nose. It was a bar of soap. Not a bar, exactly. It was a cock of soap. Long, thick, flesh colored, complete in every detail, with coronal ridge and veins and balls.

Vera shrank back slightly her eyes fixed on the realistic prick of soap. She felt an inner trembling that she tried very hard not to let show on her face.

This was madness. She had to stop this from happening. She couldn't let this bitch fuck a cock into her virginal pussy. Not any kind of cock. Not even one made of soap.

"Is that before or after we're supposed to use it on you, Lieutenant?" she said as insolently as she could.

"Just for that, Thomas, I think I'll wash your ass out with it, too," she said nastily, giving the rod a twist. Then, without taking her domineering gaze from Vera's eyes, she spoke to the little redhead. "Judy, go see if Cora's got our little surprise ready. I don't think Thomas is going to cooperate with us and be fun. I think she's going to need some help with her shower duty after all." She grinned again. "One of the first lessons in tactics, Thomas – have some troops in reserve."

Judy Hoffman hesitated, squeezing her crotch harder. "I don't think we should do that, Beth," she said fearfully. "If Miriam finds out about the surprise, she'll kill us!"

Beth turned her head. "You let me worry about Miriam. I know how to handle her. I know just what the captain likes." She licked her full lips with an astonishingly long tongue and let out a laugh that was unexpectedly rich and throaty. "Go on. And see if her car's back yet while you're at it."

Judy shook her hand over her cunt this time, bowing her knees slightly to give her excited pussy a good squeeze. She hurried around the wall of sinks out of sight into the other half of the room to where the toilet stalls were. There was the sound of a window being opened hushed whispers, some rustling and scraping. Judy stuck her head around the corner of the wall.

"They're here, Beth," she said. "Miriam's car isn't at her cottage."

Beth grinned again, swelling her chest, making her tits push her blouse out. "Cadets Cobb and Bast – enter and stand at attention!" she barked.

Vera turned her head to look and gasped as two boys rounded the corner and stood stiffly, trying not to leer at Sandy, who had let her skirt drop and stood in yellow bikini panties.

"You've finished your kitchen duty and are on free time now?" Beth asked them.

"Yeah," the blonde one said, grinning toward Sandy.

"Yes, Lt. Smith!" Beth barked.

"Uh, right, Ma'am – Lieutenant." Bast nodded. He licked his lips and couldn't hide the way his cock was stiffening inside his fatigue pants. Good muscles bulged at his T-shirt. His eyes shifted from the running showers to Sandy and Vera, to the officers. "Those showers would feel mighty good right now, Ma'am."

"Don't anticipate me, Bast," Beth ordered. She turned the soap cock in her hand, holding it tightly as she eyed the boys. "Over here on the women's side, we have what is known as shower duty, a training exercise for our new cadets."

"Yes, Ma'am," Bast said, still eyeing Sandy, taking in the pert swell of her asscheeks inside the tight panties, the heft of her tits inside her bra.

"On occasion," Beth continued, "we have a reluctant cadet. At such times, it becomes necessary to comandeer assistance. This is one of those times. You will therefore assist these two cadets in stripping for shower duty. Be aware, however, that any breach of silence on this matter – to anyone – will result in charges placed against both of you of entering the womens' quarters in an unlawful and unmilitary manner. Captain Garner will see that the charges stick, you have my word on it. Is all that clear, gentlemen?"

"Perfectly clear, Lt. Smith." Bast grinned, his cock fully stiff now. He glanced at Cobb beside him and elbowed him. "Damn, Frank, this is one order I don't mind taking, huh?"

Frank Cobb barely acknowledged his roommate. He couldn't take his eyes from Vera. They went over her dark hair, her thrusting tits, her long, slim waist and flaring ass, over and over. But mostly, he couldn't stop looking at her face. There was something disquieting about it – not just the haughty, nearly insolent expression. Something more; something nearly familiar. As if he'd known her before. Not just seen her, like in a dream but had known her.

Vera was having the same feelings as she looked at Frank. The dark hair, the dark eyes, the line of his cheekbones and jaw… God, he looked actually resembled her father! A younger version of him. Something. God, it was uncanny!

"Just so there is no question as to the outcome, gentlemen, you may use whatever mode of persuasion is necessary to accomplish the order I've given you. Cadet flast, you may assist Cadet Perkins in removing her blouse, bra and. Panties after you have stripped yourself and displayed that stiff cock you're trying to hide from all of us."

Vera sucked in her breath and looked quicky at Beth. The girl's eyes were on her, tormenting her, ridiculing her somehow.

Bast let out a quick laugh and didn't hesitate. He grabbed his T-shirt and stripped it over his blond head. He undid the pants and pushed them down his hips along with his shorts, kicked his shoes off, and stood there, proud and ready, his cock spearing forward, thick and heavy. Vera stared with revulsion and then looked away, feeling suddenly chilled. Sandy's eyes widened with pleasure, and a soft sound came from her throat. Judy grabbed her pussy and rubbed it steadily. Beth inspected the fine prick and tipped her head slightly.

"Not bad, Bast – not bad." She held up the soap cock. "But not quite as good as this. Cadet Cobb – what are you waiting for?" she barked. "Didn't you hear the order to strip?"

"No, Ma'am," Frank said, shifting his feet, finally taking his eyes from Vera's splendid body.

"You can be replaced, Cobb."

"I wouldn't want that, Ma'am," he said, shoving his pants down.

It took him a moment after he was naked, but he finally looked at Vera again. He saw revulsion in her expression – distaste, fear, contempt and a certain fascination. He saw Bill had already gone to Sandy and had slipped her blouse from her shoulders and was working on the clasp of her bra. When it came free, the girl's hard cones jutted forward. Bill's stiff cock was buried in the slick nylon between the full asscheeks, and both of them were breathing hard. He stepped toward Vera.

"Don't you touch me," Vera hissed, her chin up, her violet eyes ice cold.

The others were watching Bast roll Sandy's panties over her butt.

"Don't make this any tougher than necessary Vera," Frank said quietly.

"It isn't necessary at all, dud you know it."

"You don't know that bitch Smith the way I do. She's why I'm still just a cadet. Bill too. This is my second year here, his third. It necessary. Just stand still." He reached for her blouse buttons.

"Captain Garner wouldn't tolerate this if she knew."

Frank grinned wryly. "Miriam? Who, do you think puts them up to this? She's using them to soften you up for her. The captain likes her girls tall and slim and dark best of all, you're in line, honey."

Vera looked at him and nearly gagged. His fingers undid the buttons of her blouse. She watched his eye as he tread the halves apart and took in the full, conical thrust of her tits inside the confining bra. He liked what he saw. The more he liked it, the more repelled and fearful she became. It was that way with all boys.

She looked over hiss shoulder to the shower. Water sprayed over Sandy's petite body; Bill Bast was behind her, his hard, swollen cock lifting up between her thighs, sliding under her crotch. His hands covered both her small tits, lather foaming from them as he squeezed and rubbed. He pumped his hips back and forth against Sandy's tight butt cheeks, and his cockhead poked in and out from her crotch; making it look startlingly as it she had her own prick. Her puffy cuntlips were spread around the shaft the running water matted her blond curls against them, leaving her pussy peculiarly naked.

Sandy was going to let him fuck her. Vera just knew it. Sandy loved to be fucked. She loved being all giggly and wiggly and cute when there were boys around. Best friend or not, Vera was becoming increasingly disgusted with Sandy. She'd turned into a cunt. Just a dumb, servile cunt. Show her a cock, and she was ready to be used by it, abused by it, like so many women throughout history.

She'd never been able to convince Sandy that all that was over now. Women had rights now. Just as many rights as men. Maybe more. They were just as good at everything and maybe better at some. Maybe even soldiering. Vera had come to Bronson Military Academy to prove it.

Only now she'd run into two dumb bitches who were undermining everything with their stupid game of shower duty. Didn't Smith and Hoffman realize they were only perpetuating the old way with this crap? Didn't they care they were officers – women officers? Didn't they know what it meant?

"Get your Goddamn hands off my tits, Frank!" she snarled quietly, feeling the fury inside her make her dizzy.

He'd undone her bra. His hands were cupping and kneading the sharp cones of her tin. Her skirt was in a puddle at her feet. The only thing between her virginal pussy and his throbbing cockhead was the thin, slick barrier of her panties, and he would never burst through that into her body. Not with his stinking male cock!

"Into the shower, Thomas!" Beth barked, staring at the big red nipples on the ends of Vera's tits. "Well, what are you waiting for, Cobb? Get the panties off her ass! Quit staring at her like she was a Goddamn statue or something. I know you've seen a naked twat before, Cobb. Remember?" She laughed with that rich sound again.

"How could I forget, Lieutenant?" Frank said. He reached for Vera's panties, his fingers brushing the skin of her soft belly. She jerked her hips back, her tits jiggling against his naked chest, the nipples tingling with unwanted sensation.

Smith came over to them. She had taken off her uniform. Her thighs and butt cheeks were heavy, and they jiggled when she walked. Her tits were big round melons with dark nipples. Surprisingly – or maybe not – her pussy was shaved hairless, the small, plump lips completely bald. She waved the cock of soap at Vera.

"Cooperate, Thomas, or I'll ram this up your cunt right now – dry!"

Frank caught her eye just as she was ready to explode and shove the Goddamn soap down Smith's big mouth. "Take it easy, Vera," he said softly, reaching for her panties again.

Vera swallowed. She stood stiffly and let him do it.

His touch was gentle at least. He didn't snatch the panties from her pussy. He rolled them gently down the sides of her hips and over the swells of her tightly packed ass. The back of his hand brushed her pussy hairs and pressed the sweet lips for an agonizing moment. Then his hands were sliding the nylon down her thighs. Vera let out her breath and felt her heart pound wildly.

No boy had excited her this much before. Why Frank Cobb?

Smith urged them both toward the showers. Vera saw Frank's cock thrusting out in front of him, waving as he walked. In the mirror, she saw Beth put the cock soap to her bald twat and rub it up and down quickly, stroking her hard clit with it.

"Ohhhh, God," Sandy moaned heatedly, water streaming over her face and down her cute little body.

She was on her toes. Bast was still behind her, holding her by the tits, but his prick was now stroking deeply in and out of her swollen pussy. Judy was on her knees on the shower floor, staring upward, watching the full cock slip soapily in and out of the willing, spasming hole. Her butt flared behind her. Her hand jiggled up and down as she stared at the fuckers and masturbated.

"Very good, Perkins," Beth said, her eyes hungrily taking it all in. "Very willing. But a real prick isn't what we use inside our pussies to clean them. We use this. Take your cock out of her, Bast."

"Ohhhh, nooo," Sandy moaned. "I'm going to come! Don't make him stop fucking me! Not right now!"

"Out!"

Bast didn't argue. He flexed his knees slightly and slipped his cock out. It jerked and throbbed, and fluid leaked from the tip, getting hosed away by the shower. Sandy's cunt hole was bright red, quivering, slightly open from the tube of meat that had been in it.

"Quit kneeling there jacking off, Hoffman. Assume the position and we'll demonstrate to Cadet Perkins how it's to be done."

Judy eagerly got to her feet. Her red hair was plastered to her skull. She went to the wall and spread her legs, bending her knees slightly to open her thighs wide. She put her hands to her pussy and spread her cuntlips wide apart. Her cunt stood out from the top of her twat, red and throbbing. Her cunt hole sucked and pulsed as she readied herself.

"Jesus, Beth, hurry up," she moaned.

Beth grinned and held the soap cock in the spray for a moment, until it was good and thick. She put the head of it against Judy's open cunt mouth, rubbed it up and down around her clit, teasing her, then slid it into her body, sinking it deeply into her cunt.

Judy moaned throatily, her eyes rolling back.

Her hips pumped forward, her cunt mouth seeming to gobble at the big cock being run into her. She couldn't keep her fingers from her steaming, throbbing clit. She rolled the little button furiously while she fucked the cock harder and harder and then let out a low squeal and came.

"Ahhhhhrgh, God!" she cried, shuddering, her knees nearly buckling from under her. "Ohhhh, clean my cunt out some more, Beth!"

Beth watched each jiggle and quiver of the small body, her eyes burning with heat. Then she slid the prick slowly out, bringing soapy foam with it.

"Did you observe the method, Cadet Perkins?" she asked.

"Yes!" Sandy fairly hissed with heat, her pussy quivering.

"Good. Then demonstrate to me what you've just learned."

Beth backed against the wall, her hefty butt cheeks flattening over it. She massaged her big tits a moment, licked the water from her lips, then put her fingers to her small, puffy, hairless cuntlips. She opened her hole to them. It was dark red inside. Her clit was so long it nearly hung down. The flesh inside was very puffy and satiny looking.

"Judy, you watch her. You know what to do if she tries anything funny," Beth said huskily. "All right, Perkins. Perform your shower duty."

Sandy took the soap dildo, nearly dropping it because it was so slippery. She looked at Bill's cock, which was still jerking and throbbing erectly. She glanced at Vera for only a moment and then away again, not liking the expression on her face.

She knelt in front of Smith's wide open pussy, her eyes looking up inside the satiny hole. She saw the muscles quiver with anticipation. She put the head of the cock to the puffy flesh and soaped the insides of Beth's fleshy pussy lips.

"Ohhhh, you do that just right, Perkins," Beth moaned. "You've done this before, haven't you? Is that what you and Thomas do to each other? Is that why she doesn't want Cobb to touch her precious tits?"

Sandy rolled the cockhead around the tip of the long clit, teasing Beth as much as she could get away with, loving the sight of her shaking, hairless cunt.

"Enough of that, Perkins," Beth moaned huskily. "Clean my cunt out now. All the way. As deep as you can get it!"

Sandy put the prick head to the shaking mouth and slid it forward, watching the tissues spread and the muscles ripple eagerly. The soap went in and in. Beth moaned and adjusted her hips to a different angle. The rod seemed to get stuck. Then it went in farther – all the way. Clear up to the balls. A good foot.

"My God!" Sandy moaned, her pussy burning with heat.

"Ohhhh, I didn't tell you to clean my womb too, did I?" Beth gasped, her hips rocking gently, gingerly, the soapy balls flattening her puffed cunt lips against the insides of her thighs. "Take it out no, wait… ahhhh, God, out, out!"

Judy pulled at Sandy's shoulder and seemed to break the kind of trance Sandy was in. The little blonde slid the dildo back. She felt that little catch again, and then Beth sighed heavily, her eyes coming open, her mouth closing.

"Enough of that thing," she said throatily. "Bast, get that cock over here and fuck me! Fuck me hard, you shit head!"

They all watched as Bill took his prick in his hand and went to her. He hunched his hips and began feeding his prick into the puffy, hot, soap slick depths of her cunt, letting out a moan as he sank to his balls, his wet hairs mashing against her bald flesh.

"Oh, God, you've got a big cock on you, Bast."

"Big and hot, Lieutenant. Hot and ready. Ready to fill your soft cunt full of cum!"

Sandy was still on her knees, looking up, watching the heavy prick slide and suck in and out of the wet pussy hole. Her own cunt was aflame, and she couldn't keep her hands away from it.

"Ohhhh, I wanted you to come in me!" she cried. "I was just ready to come, too!"

"Orders is orders, baby," Bill grunted, fucking into Smith all the way again and again. "Oh, Jesus, I'm not gonna last much longer in this slick pussy, Lieutenant."

"Not yet, Bast!" Beth gasped. "That's an order – not yet!"

Sandy couldn't take any more. She jumped to her feet and ran to Frank and grabbed his stiff prick, nearly climbing his frame as she threw one slim thigh around his waist, clung to his neck with one arm and used the other to feed his prick up into her steaming pussy.

"Sandy!" Vera gasped, being knocked aside.

"Oh, shut up, Vera – just shut up! You don't want to fuck him anyway, and I do. God, I do! Maybe you don't know what your pussy's for, but I know what mine's for. It's for cocks! Hard, stiff squirting cocks! God, I wish you'd get off this liberation kick and learn what you were really made for! Ohhhhh, fuck that cunt, Frank!" she gasped, opening her mouth, plastering her lips over his, ramming her tongue halfway down his throat.

Her sharp little tits bore into his chest, and she turned them from side to side with her shoulders, making her nipples fairly scream with the friction against his hairs.

"Screw her, Frank!" she nearly screamed at him, "cup my ass! To hell with what she's standing there thinking. You're fucking me now!"

Her link hips pounded back and forth, her body slapping his. He had to stagger backward against the wall to remain standing, she was pounding against him so hard. His hands cupped her butt cheeks to hold her in place. Her hot pussy sliding up and down his cock made him turn away from Vera's shocked, disapproving stare, and he started meeting Sandy's hard thrusts with his own, driving his cock into her hungry little body.

"Ahhhh, Jesus – now! Come now, Bast! That's an ord-ord – ohhhh, God! Yes! Fill my cunt with cum! Yaaaagh!"

Beth's butt slapped against the wall as Bast bore into her and froze, lifting his head to yell. His cock burst inside her slick cunt and hosed hot cum all the way into her womb.

"Yaaaah, there it is, sir!" he croaked, feeling her spasming pussy walls clutch and milk his pounding prick.

"Me too! Me too!" Sandy squeaked, rattling her butt in Frank's grasping hands. "Frank, I'm coming! Ohhhh, squirt it up inside me and clean my pussy out with that big hose!"

"Oh, God," Frank groaned heavily, canting his lips forward and up to imbed his cock all the way into her tight pussy. For such a little thing, she could really eat his meat.

He tried not to look at Vera when he came. But he couldn't help it. His face crinkled up as his prick exploded and his hot cum rushed upward into the tight little pussy that drank in every drop with its sucking and pulling tissues.

He couldn't quite define the expression on her face. The violet eyes were aglow. But there was a fascination mixed with the fear and revulsion. He saw her tongue move against the inside of her lower lip in a gesture that was unbelievably familiar. He'd seen that somewhere – somewhere [missing text].

"Oh, Vera, let's do it, let's do it!" Judy gasped, snaking her hand around Vera's hip, reaching for the damp, dark curb of her pussy, her finger extended and ready to rub Vera's cunt for her.

Vera looked down quickly. The little redhead looked half drowned by the shower. She was masturbating freely, offering the same pleasure to Vera amidst all the fucking and coming around them.

"Get your hand off my cunt!" Vera cried, slapping at it, backing away. "I don't need you! I don't need him or him or her or any of you!"

"Watch it, Thomas!" Beth barked, putting Bast away from her. His cock slid from her cunt with a load suck, drawing a string of cum with it. "You're striking an officer, you dumb cunt! Get over here! I've had it with you! Grab your fucking ankles, Thomas!"

"You go to hell!"

"Men!" Beth barked, her face going red now. "Show this bitch where her ankles are!"

She waded across the floor through one spray and the next, cum streaming from her bald pussy. She bent and picked up the rod of soap and smacked her palm with it again.

"Cobb, you heard me!"

Frank sighed and stepped forward, his prick sagging now. Sandy stood to the side and watched the boys grab Vera's arms and hold her. The slim girl writhed her torso in an effort to get free and then stopped when she knew she couldn't. She lifted her chin in that haughty way of hers and glared through sparking eyes at her tormentor.

"Bend over, you bitch. You need more than your cunt cleaned out."

"Come on, Beth," Frank said gently.

"Cadet Cobb, you shut your fucking mouth. If you ever want to see a bar on your shoulder, you just bend her over – now!"

Frank sighed again. "Sorry, Vera," he said in her ear. "I told you not to mess around with her."

He put his hand to the back of her neck and pushed. He and Bast twisted her arms at the same time. Vera had no way to go but over at the waist her hair hanging down over her face, water streaming from it. Her tits hung from her chest. Her tight, slim ass flared out behind her.

Between her legs, she could see Smith walk around behind her. The woman kicked her feet apart and put one hand on Vera's ass, spreading the cheeks and making her asshole pucker and pulse from the stream of water that hosed right at it. Smith let her see the rod of soap before bringing it up against her cunt, spreading the lips with it.

Vera squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. No, God, no, not in her cunt! Not a prick in her cunt!

She wasn't just another sex hole for a cock! Not any cock!

The prick head nosed at the entrance to her hole.

Smith slid it back and forth, opening the lips wider, moving it up to her clit, circling it there, making electric thrills shoot through her virginal body in spite of herself.

The cockhead pressed upward and ran up her belly. Smith bent over and ran the soap over Vera's dangling tits, coating the distended nipples with the slippery stuff. Then she trailed the cock back down in wide circles until it was at her pussy again. She pressed the head right into the entrance of Vera's cunt and held it there, twisting it one way arm then the other.

"Feel good, Thomas?" she asked. "Feel like more? Cocks are nice feeling against a hot pussy, aren't they. Aren't they?" She pushed slightly, and the cockhead began to open Vera's virginal pussy mouth.

"Yes!" Vera cried, biting her lip, gasping with fear and dread. Her arms ached, too, and the blood was rushing to her head, making it pound. She gritted her teeth, waiting for the deep, splitting thrust into her cunt.

"Well, I'm going to show you where a cock feels better, Thomas," Beth said, sliding the dildo quickly back and up so that the spearing head was lodged in the wrinkled mouth of her asshole.

"Ahhhh, no!" Vera cried.

"Beth, come on cut it out," Frank pleaded.

"Snotty virgins make my ass ache," Beth said. "I like to make theirs ache too. Open up, queenie, 'cause here it comes."

She twisted and she pushed. The soapy cockhead reamed the pinkish hole wider and wider, forcing it open. Tears spurted from Vera's eyes, blurring everything in sight. Her ass burned as if Smith had a blowtorch trained on it.

The cock was huge. It wasn't going to fit. It couldn't possibly fit. The bitch was going to split her in two if she didn't stop. God, she'd rather have Frank's cock running into her asshole – at least it wasn't as big as that fucking bar of soap!

"Yaaaagh, stop!" Vera cried, shaking her ass back and forth as wildly as she could. That wasn't much, because Beth had a strong grip on it.

The spraying showers became a dull roar in her ears. She knew saliva was drooling from her lower lip, but she didn't care. She could feel her pussy lips swell shamelessly and her clit stretch and harden and grow excited. She'd never felt anything like this before in her life.

"Go ahead, Judy," she heard dimly. "She's all [missing text]."

Vera stared straight dawn, her gaze riveted, not even her eyeballs able to move now. There must be two feet of that cock inside her ass now, she thought. She felt stuffed with it, clear to her spine.

Her cunt was quivering, but she couldn't stop it. She had no more will left, no control over the way her body was reacting.

She felt and dimly, saw the little redhead slither beneath her, head up, eyes on her splitting crotch. The small mouth opened. She saw a tongue. Then she felt a whip lash across the tip of her clit, again and again.

"Ahhhh, don't – don't let her eat my cunt! I don't want her to eat my cunt? I'm not a lez – really, I'm not! Ask Sandy! Sandy, my God, make them stop!"

"No way, Vera," Sandy said quietly. "You've needed this and more for a long, long time. If I had a cock instead of a pussy, I'd be doing it myself."

"Aw, shit – this is getting too much, Beth," Frank objected again.

Surprisingly, he let go her arm and stepped back, defying Beth. Astonishingly, Vera didn't sense her freedom and thrash about and end her torture. She stayed doubled over, taking a rod of soap up her ass while she was having her cunt drilled by Judy's long, slurping tongue. Even Bast stared with surprise at her.

"Ah! ah, God!" Vera choked.

She couldn't believe the sensations racing through her body. The way Judy's tongue slithered in and out of her pussy hole was more than she could believe. The way her lips wrapped around the nub of her clit and sucked it pulling and twisting at the same time, brought more thrills running up her spine than she could stand. And over it all was the throbbing, thudding, deep dirtiness of the cock up her ass, fucking back and forth, twisting around and around, driving her completely senseless.

"Arh-rhg!" she babbled, feeling the big, swelling bubble of orgasm getting ready to burst inside her. Her whole body began to shake with it, and she suddenly didn't care who was there watching her or how many of them there were or anything else. She had to come!

"All right, Cobb – it's all yours!"

Suddenly, the pumping, sliding rod of soap was sucked out of her asshole with a loud pop that vibrated her whole bottom. She felt something softer, more velvety, smaller taking its place. She felt hairy thighs against her butt cheeks, and she knew instantly what was happening.

"No! Don't fuck me! No cock in me!" she nearly screamed.

Judy sucked at her cunt, the tongue washing in and out of her sodden, drooling hole, flipping her straining clit, driving her past the point of sanity.

Even though no cock had entered her body before, because of her strong determination that none ever would, there was one in her ass now, and she was going to come. There was no way to stop that from happening. She had been used. She was an object, instead of a woman with rights.

She was shit.

"Yaaaagh!" she bellowed, squeezing down hard, orgasm ripping through her body, shaking it; making her pussy suck and pulse shamelessly a round the tongue embedded in it. Her asshole pulled and drew at the cock screwed in there as if begging for its load of hot jism.

Her knees wouldn't hold her up any more, and she fell forward, catching herself on her hands just in time. Perhaps it was the first moment she realized both boys had released her arms.

That thought only added to her abject misery. It meant she had remained in that degrading position of her own accord; that she had let them fuck her ass and suck her cunt because it had felt good!

Because she'd wanted them to!

Because her closest friend had betrayed her and allowed them to abuse her and degrade her like any common, ordinary woman – like the meanest and basest of cunts. And her friend, her dear friend, had even offered to help!

Oh, Daddy, I tried! she cried inwardly. I tried not to be a girl! All these years, you know I've tried!

The door swung open suddenly, and Cora rushed in. "Clear out! She's coming! Get those guys out of here!" Her eyes swept over the sight before her, and she licked her lips as if wishing she'd been able to be there, instead of having to stand guard and watch for Captain Garner's return. "Oh, shit, Beth – we'll never get them out! We've had it!"

"Control yourself, Sergeant!" Beth snapped.

"Take them and the cadets around to the stalls and close the doors. Two stalls, a girl in each, so they can answer if she asks who's in them. And you shitheads keep your hairy legs from showing under the doors. Go on – move!"

Vera felt Frank scoop her limp body up in his arms and hustle her around the sink-lined wall.

They bumped their way into one of the stalls, and he closed the door. Clothing fluttered in over the top all over them. There were scurrying sounds, and then, incredibly, singing. They heard the main door bang open, and Miriam Garner's commanding voice.

"All right – what's going on in here?"

CHAPTER TWO

Vera didn't know how it happened, but she didn't dare move now. Frank was sitting on the toilet, his legs booked around the tops of her thighs. She was sitting on his lap, her feet on the floor, legs between his. His arms were around her, holding her to him, one hand totally covering her full tit, the other wrapped around her naked cunt. She could feel one of his fingers pressed in between her still swollen pussy lips.

Or was it his prick!

They heard the clump of shoes on the tile floor as Captain Garner came around and checked the stalls.

"Who's in there?" she demanded.

"Cadet Perkins, Ma'am!" Sandy bellowed in good military fashion from the stall next to them.

"What are you doing in there, Perkins?"

"Eliminating, Ma'am!"

"Who else is in there?"

Vera didn't answer. She was too shocked. She couldn't surmount the personal tragedy just befallen her. She had been fucked. She had been made a woman. She hadn't adjusted to being female yet.

"For God's sake, tell her!" Frank whispered urgently, his lips pressed against her ear. "Cadet Thomas, Ma'am – tell her! She's trying to look!" Frank was nearly shifting into the toilet. He could see the woman's necktie dragging the floor, meaning she was bending over to see under the door. He hoped to hell his balls weren't hanging down. He squeezed with both hands with his tension, hardly realizing he had hold of Vera's beautiful tit and slick, wet pussy.

"Cadet Thomas, Ma'am!" Vera said suddenly, sitting erect, her wits about her now.

It had just came to her. She hadn't been fucked like a girl! And she hadn't really asked for it anyway! Damn it, she was still a virgin!

Daddy, I'm still not a girl! she cried silently, her spirits soaring.

The shoes clumped away. They could hear her talking to Beth and Judy, now that the showers had stopped.

"Just taking showers, Miriam," Beth said casually.

"What's this?"

The rich, throaty chuckle filled the room. "Nice, huh? I got that in town last week. Best bar of soap I ever used!"

"Mmm. Bring it with you to my cottage tonight, and we'll try it. You too, Judy. Before you do, shave your pussy too. That's the most exciting thing Beth's thought up yet, only it's beginning to itch."

"Then I'll bring my razor, too," Beth chuckled. "After dinner?"

"No, make it after taps. That asshole Hollings is coming over."

"Miriam – a man?"

"Business, you little bitch," she said fondly. "It seems one of his sentries might have seen one of our hot twatted cunts sneaking around the men's dorm the other night. The shit head reported it, like a good little Hollings Hero. Ten to one it was Wilma gone to get her cunt reamed out by that Bast bastard again. I swear, those two will never learn to follow the rules long enough to get out of here without a discharge. By the way, how are Thomas and Perkins coming along? They ready to join our group yet?"

"Judy and I are still working on them."

"Well, hurry it up, if you can. That Thomas girl makes my cunt water. Damn, but she looks familiar."

The shoes clumped out of the tiled bathroom. Vera and Frank had been straining to hear the rest of it but caught only snatches of the hushed conversation. The part about Vera making her cunt water had come through loud and clear, as if intentionally. She couldn't help but stiffen and shiver in Frank's grasp. Then she felt something warm and heavy nudging at the bottom of her pussy. She looked down between her legs and saw his cock standing stiffly up from her crotch.

"You can let go of me now, you bastard," she said.

"What are you mad about? I had to follow the Goddamn orders."

"You didn't have to fuck my ass."

"At least I didn't come in you, Vera," he said reasonably. "Christ, give me credit for something."

"Nothing," she hissed, peeling his hand from her tit. She tried to get off his lap, but he held her against him, moving his thighs up against her firm asscheeks and forcing his prick to slide in the slick, sweet junction of her pussy groove and her inner thighs.

"Come on, Vera – quit fighting. I'm horny as hell."

"Don't you dare try to fuck that stiff prick into my pussy, you bastard! Let me up! God damn it, stop!" she cried, swatting her hand at the stiff cock thrusting up from her crotch.

"Oh, shit – Jesus, Vera, have a heart!" he gasped. "This won't hurt you, not this way. Ohhh, your pussy's so slick and soft against the top of my rod… oh, God, squeeze your thighs tighter, honey, just a little tighter."

He was humping faster, rocking on the edge of the toilet seat, fucking his throbbing prick through her warm flesh. Even if he wasn't fucking her sweet cunt, it was better than nothing.

"Stop! Stop!" she bawled struggling hard with him, squirming around in his lap. Unwittingly, her rolling asscheeks and squeezing thighs provided the tightness and stimulation he wanted, and his red cockhead swelled hugely.

"Ah! Ah, God – I'm coming!" he yelled.

Vera froze, staring down at her cunt with terror. His prick head nosed through her pussy folds in one final stroke and emerged right before her eye. She felt the heavy shaft throb against her cunt mouth and clit. She felt it swell inside the enfolding slick cunt lips. She watched the big eye at the end open wide as it spat a thick, hard stream of jism right toward her face.

The ropy stream arced through the air and hosed against her mouth. Cum coated her lips and ran down her chin. Jet after jet followed it, spurting into the air and arcing back to splatter over her thighs and belly, the streams wobbling around as she squealed and twisted with revulsion and fright.

"You bastard! Stop doing that! Oh, you filthy bastard – ugh!" Flavor burst into her mouth. She shook her head and spat, trying to get rid of the strange taste and the slimy sensation of his cum. She felt his hips buck upward repeatedly with each spasm wracking his body, and her tits bounced on her chest. His arms were tight around her belly, preventing her from getting up, and there was nothing she could do but sit there and endure the revolting spectacle of his orgasm. She just wished his prick would stop sliding up and down over her clit.

"Ohhhh, my God, what a hard one," Frank groaned. "Thank you, Vera – thank you."

He puffed into the side of her neck. His hands came up to bet tits again, cupping them gently. His prick jerked several times against her clit, inside the folds of her pussy lips. The flavor of his cum was in her mouth, and the stuff was wet on her chin and thighs.

In spite of herself, Vera paused in her struggles with him. This was the closest she'd ever come to getting fucked. It was the first time she'd tasted a man's cum, the first time there'd been a throbbing, spurting prick between her thighs and into the groove of her pussy and against her burning clit. There was something thrilling about all that [missing text].

Something that wasn't all bad, all horrible. In fact, she wouldn't keep from letting small shudder go through her. She felt her cunt spasm slightly, as if it were gripping at the shaft of his prick, wanting it inside her virginal body at long last. Sandy had said it was what her woman's body was made for. But she was.

Oh, Daddy – I'm trying! she nearly sobbed.

"Let go! Let go!" she cried frantically, pulling at both his arms, separating them from around her belly, springing to her feet inside the cramped stall. She turned and looked at him, splayed out on the stool, his body sagging, his cock wilting to the side, still leaking.

She opened her mouth to yell at him again, but didn't. She looked at him furiously. Not at his male cock and balls, which were new to her sight, but at his face – at his body. The form of it, the way it was arranged.

Again, she had the strange feeling she knew him. She moved the tip of her tongue against the inside of her lower lip in thought, an unconscious habit she had. Suddenly, she saw Frank looking at her quizzically too.

"Who are you, Vera?" he asked.

She stiffened suddenly. "The girl you tried to fuck," she shot at him. "I hope you enjoyed getting your jollies by rubbings your little penis against my thighs. Big man. God, you creep!"

"For God's sake, Frank!" Bast bellowed from the stall next to them, his voice a pained groan. "Fuck it down her throat and make her shut up, man – I'm trying to concentrate in here."

They heard Sandy moan too. "Ohhhh, Bill, your cock – it's splitting my pussy! Ahhhh, God, it's going clear up into my belly, I swear it is! I feel so full! I feel – ohhhh, Jesus, I'm going to… Bill, I'm going to do something naughty!"

Sandy's voice caught in her throat and then turned to a series of fluttering yips. Vera glanced in that direction and wanted to flee as fast as she could and as far away as possible. She fumbled with the latch on the door and stumbled through it, emerging from the stall right into the solid form of Beth Smith, who was standing there in front of the stalls with Judy. The two of them were watching Sandy and Bast, whose door was open so that he had room to straighten his legs out while he held Sandy on his lap.

His hands held the round balls of her butt cheeks, and he moved them up and down and around, twisting her fucked pussy around the imbedded spear of his cock. She had her arms around his neck. Her head was tipped back with passion, and she groaned constantly. Her feet were just touching the floor so she could help him lift her cunt up and down his standing cock. Her upper torso rocked back and forth so that her tightly nippled tits brushed over his lips and licking tongue. Her thighs were outside his as she straddled him, and they squeezed his legs convulsively.

"Ohhhh, I'm going to come!" she squealed. "And I… I can't stop… I can't hold it, Bill! I'm going to… ohhhh, my God, don't get mad, I can't help it!"

Vera wanted to turn away. Beth wouldn't let her, making her watch, making her see what it was like to be thoroughly fucked by a big, hot cock. None of them expected to see what they saw next when Sandy began to come.

The little blonde tightened her arms around Bill's neck. Her eyes popped open. She looked down at her pussy, seeing the way her puffy cunt lips were spread wide open, her straining clit rubbing up and down against his hairy underbelly.

A quick shudder passed through her as she gasped and began to come, bunching her pelvis toward him to drive his prick to the very depths of her pussy. Then they heard it, rather than saw it. A hissing sound over her groaning squeals.

"Yaaaah, I can't stop!" she cried, clinging to him and coming.

"Jesus Christ!" Bast choked, looking down at their fucking middles. "I've never – no cunt has ever… ohhhh, shit, take it, baby, take it all! I'm going to hose up your cunt and blast you full!"

His hips lifted. His balls pumped. They both bellowed and shook, and the hot stream hissed from Sandy's cunt on his belly and around their throbbing organs and over the sides of his hips and down his balls.

Sandy pissed and came and yelled and came some more. She couldn't stop the hot flow. Every squirt of his prick, flooding her cunt walls with jism, brought a new spurt from her spread-lipped twat, until she was empty of piss and wrung dry by the harsh orgasmic spasms.

"Oh, damn," she moaned finally, slumping against him. "That was the raunchiest thing I've ever done in my life!"

"Hey, it's okay." Bill laughed, hugging her little body. "It was a gas. I hose you, you hose me. It's fair."

"It's revolting!" Vera cried vehemently, spinning out of Beth's grasp. She snatched her clothing off the floor and ran as hard as she could out of the bathroom and down the hallway, not caring if she was naked or not.

She rushed into the room she shared with Sandy and slammed the door, leaning back against it, panting. Her head whirled. She couldn't believe all that had just happened. Not just the way she had been degraded and used, but Sandy – Sandy! Her lifelong friend, the one person more dear to her than any other, even her father.

It was no secret to her that Sandy fucked. She'd known that since the first time Sandy had let a boy nail her in the back seat of his car three years ago.

But she'd never known Sandy to be so wanton, so willing to have her little body abused her person abused.

Vera drew in a deep breath, her tits thrusting forward. Sandy had never understood. Not really. She had no concept of rights, of the sanctity of being a woman. She not only didn't understand, she'd actually turned against Vera there in the shower.

Vera let out a sound that was half a sob and moved to the side of the bed. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and turned, viewing her trim body full on.

It was a woman's body. There was no way to hide it. It was no longer possible to deny it, the way she had for so many years while she was growing up.

Even when her tits had begun to bud, the nipples swelling and turning pink, the flesh around them swelling and taking form, she'd been able to wear tight clothing and bind them to her chest. Or very loose and baggy clothing, so the little bumps wouldn't show when she sat at the table across from her father and ate dinner.

That was all over, now. Her tits were full grown. They thrust from her chest in tight cones, the tips tilted up slightly, the nipples sticking pertly from the ends. Her hips were no longer boyish, either. They flared outward from the long, slim line of her small waist. Her butt cheeks were apple-round globes jutting from behind. And when she wore her bikini panties, the crotch of them was not filled with the bulge of cock and balls. It was packed with the sweet, puffy lips of her pussy.

She cupped her tits and squeezed them hard and watched her face crinkle up in the mirror with the pain she inflicted on herself, hating her woman's tits, wanting to rip them from her chest and be flat again.

"Oh, Daddy – I don't know what to do any more!" she cried with a tormented sound. "You didn't want me to be a girl, and I've tried so hard not to be one, but – God, Daddy! Look at me!"

She spun around and flung herself onto the bed, sobbing. He'd wanted a son. Her mother had borne a girl and then died before she could give him a son, a real boy instead of the imitation one he'd made her be all her life.

"I've done everything to please you, Daddy," she wailed, sobbing into the pillow. "Even become a Goddamn soldier for you, and you still don't give a shit for me! What do I have to do to please you, Daddy? I want you to love me! I need you!"

She was going at it so hard she didn't hear the door open. She heard it close, though, and she lifted her head quickly and saw Sandy standing just inside, looking at her uncomfortably.

"Vera, what…"

Vera brushed the tears from her cheeks angrily and sat up, not looking at her. "Leave me alone," she said.

Sandy came to her and sat on the bed beside her, putting an arm around her shoulder, hugging her tenderly. "Honey, what's wrong? Why are you crying? In here talking to yourself a mile a minute?"

"Leave me alone, Sandy! You wouldn't understand it even if I told you!"

"I'm the only one in the whole world who would understand, Vera, you know that," she said gently.

"Then that leaves nobody."

Sandy sighed. She dropped her arm from Vera's shoulder and sighed again. "I know. I was wanton and shameless and despicable. I let a boy fuck me, not once but twice. And what a fucker he was. He literally fucked the piss out of me. And worst of all, I loved every stroke of it – because I'm a girl, and I'm supposed to love it! Oh, Vera, when are you going to stop denying what you are!"

"Shut up, Sandy!"

"You're beautiful Vera, don't you know that? Can't you tell it when you look in the mirror? God, I'd give anything to have your full, sloping tits instead of these little bangers of mine… I wish I had your long, slim waist instead of this short thing with the hips that come out like the sides of a jug. I've got these crummy freckles instead of creamy skin like yours. One eye's blue and the other one can't decide whether it's green or brown or somewhere in between. Jesus, Vera, if I only had what you've got, I'd be the happiest girl alive!"

"Damn it, Sandy!" Vera said, turning her head to glare at her friend.

"All right, Vera, all right. You don't want to be a beautiful girl. Don't be one, then. Just lie back here and close your eyes."

"What are you doing?"

Sandy had her by the shoulders and was pushing her down onto her back. She was very persistent about it, puzzling Vera.

"Close your eyes, I said. Here, feet up – that's it. Put your hands down. Now, just lie there. You're not a girl. You're a boy, just like your dad's wanted all these years. I'm the girl, not you."

She passed her hand over Vera's face and bent down and kissed her lips.

Vera's eyes popped open. "Sandy."

"Mmm, you didn't shave too well this morning, honey," she said, rubbing Vera's cheek with hers, putting her soft lips moistly against her slim neck.

"Sandy, cut it out."

"Shh. Close your eyes. Just lie there and enjoy the feel of my girl's tits against your hard chest, your hairy chest. There, doesn't that feel good? Wouldn't you like to suck my tits?" She rubbed her small breasts over Vera's standing tits, running her hand down Vera's side, smoothing it over the side of her hip and against her inner thigh.

"Don't do this, Sandy," she said, her voice going husky, her legs parting inspite of herself.

"I'm going to suck your prick, now. My soft, girl's lips against your hard, thrusting prick. I'm going to roll your balls in my hand and slide my tongue up and down your big cock until you come and fill my mouth with your hot jism."

"Oh, God [missing text]."

Sandy moved down the slim body, not allowing her time to object enough to stop it. She kissed the smooth skin of her belly and thighs, opening Vera's legs even wider. She stared into the parted slit of her pussy, seeing the puffy cunt lips, the pink nub of her straining clit, just the way she knew she would find it.

"Ohhh, what a big, hard cock!" she whispered hotly. "I'm going to suck that big prick!"

She glanced up Vera's body, between the hard, standing tits jutting firmly from her chest. She saw that Vera's eyes were closed again, her full lips slack, her nostrils flaring. The skin over, her belly jumped. Her legs jerked apart another inch. The straining clit seemed to fill even more, as if it really were a prick, coming to full erection.

Sandy licked her lips. She inhaled the sweet perfume wafting from Vera's cunt. She felt her own pussy watering again and squeezed her thighs tightly together, her butt cheeks quivering.

She moved up slightly and let her breath flood warmly over Vera's sweltering pussy, watching as the full cunt lips swelled apart. She stared right down at the straining root of her clit and couldn't wait any longer.

With a soft moan, she dipped her head and sucked the hot nub between her lips, flicking the head of it with the tip of her tongue. She tried as hard as she could to pretend it was Bill Bast's prick to make it as realistic as she could for Vera.

"Ohhhh, God," Vera moaned, her pelvis rocking upward, her legs shivering.

"I'm sucking your cock!" Sandy said, groaning again, drawing the whole clit into her mouth, pulling on it, rolling the head and root with her tongue. She resisted the overwhelming urge to lap at the slick, puffy cunt flesh, to run her fingers into Vera's quaking, silken pussy hole and finger fuck her. She wanted to thrust her tongue deep into the satiny cavern and twirl it around and drink down Vera's cunt juices, but she didn't do it. It would ruin the thing they were doing. It would make Vera a girl again, having her tits played with and her cunt hole sucked and stuffed with tongue and fingers.

Sandy knew Vera had been right. She didn't fully understand what Vera's problem was. At the moment, she didn't care. She was entranced by Vera's beauty. She had told the truth in the shower – she liked to play girl games. Vera didn't know it, but this wasn't the first time Sandy had sucked pussy before, and it wouldn't be the last. She just loved sex – all kinds.

But right now, she was in heaven. She'd wanted to eat Vera's cunt for as long as she could remember. If she had to pretend Vera's clit was a prick, it didn't matter. She pulled and drew on the tiny, organ and moaned as if her mouth were stuffed with a huge, throbbing cock.

"Ohhhh, Sandy, I'm… you're sucking my God, I'm going to come! Ah! Yes, yes – aaaaagh!"

Vera's hands cupped the back of Sandy's head, mashing the blonde's face right into her spasming pussy. She felt her clit strain and throb between the soft lips, and she nearly imagined it spurting and spewing white cum, just the way Frank's had done. Strangely, the taste of his cum came into her mouth again, and she licked her lips over and over as she thrashed and mewled and shuddered with the biggest orgasm in a long time.

She sighed heavily and sank backward on the bed, trembling. She'd needed that. In spite of herself, she'd gotten very horny, watching all the fucking, having Frank's cock sliding up and down the groove of her pussy. If Sandy hadn't come in, she would have masturbated again, the way she always did. It was the way she kept her desires in check and stopped herself from getting fucked.

"Was it good, Vera?" Sandy asked, sliding up beside her. There was a sheen of slick cunt juice on her lips and the side of her cheek.

"That's the second time I've let you do that," Vera said.

"I know. I like it. Don't you?"

"I was drunk the first time. I think you got me drunk on purpose that night, didn't you?"

"What if I did? Oh, Vera…" She started to put her hand on Vera's full tit, but Vera stopped her.

"Just because I don't let boys fuck me, that doesn't mean I want girls to, either." She closed her legs, feeling suddenly dirty. "I'm not a lez, Sandy. Are you trying to make me one?"

"Do you think I'm one? After what you just saw? The way I was getting my cunt reamed out by that big prick of his? I like both, Vera. I don't know why. I'm not going to worry about it, either. Your trouble is you don't want any. It's not right, honey. Oh, I wish I could help you! I really love you, Vera – you know. Like a sister."

"You did help me," Vera admitted. "I [missing text]."

She turned, her head to the side, hand to her mouth. "I wish I had a mother to talk things over with. I wish, God, I wish Daddy would accept me and love me for what I am! Oh, Sandy. I don't know what to do! I've got to get out of here. I'm going to call him and tell him I don't want to be a damn soldier any more! Not if I've got to be with women like – like them!"

"That's it, Vera, that's it!" Sandy said urgently, putting her arm around her friend. "Don't be a soldier. Tell your father you want to be a girl from now on! Let's both get out of here. I can find boys to fuck me anywhere, not just here."

Vera looked at her. "That's why you came with me. To fuck boys?"

"Hell yes! I'm not going to be a shit head lieutenant. Can you see me strutting around barking out orders?" She giggled at the thought, her freckles wrinkling up on her nose. "I wanted the whole damn Army to fuck me!"

"God, Sandy, don't you see? How can you let yourself be used, like that!"

Sandy looked at her. "I'm not being used, Vera. Shit, you've got it backwards. I'm using them!"

Vera blinked. She didn't know what to say. She hadn't thought of it that way before.

"God, I wish I had one of them to use right now one with a big dick on him. My cunt's all wet and horny again." She stroked Vera's sloping tit. "Vera, how about?"

"No. No, Sandy, I'm sorry, I can't."

Sandy grinned weakly, shrugged. "It's all right, honey, I understand, I can take care of myself. Watch. That won't hurt you. Watch what a girl's pussy looks like when it's all hot and wet and squirmy."

She spun around and opened her legs wide, lifting her knees up, pointing her blonde. Crotch right at Vera. She separated her pussy lips with two fingers of one hand and fairly attacked her cunt with the other, stroking her flesh, sliding her fingers up and down, fucking them into her red, open cunt hole, drawing them out with sticky sounds, all shining with slick juice.

"Sandy!" Vera cried, unable to keep from watching her masturbate so freely and openly. She was so hot her ass nearly sizzled, jerking and twitching around on the bed.

"Look! Watch! See my cunt, Vera? That's what yours looked like just now all slick and satiny and open, just begging for a cock to be fucked into it! Ohhhh, I'm so hot, Vera! God, I'm going to come already! Watch, honey! Watch it suck and pulse when I come! Here! Now! Ohhhh, Jesus, I'm coming."

She shook and shuddered. Her hand pumped up and down. Her hips lifted. She stopped stroking her clit just at the moment her orgasm started and held her pussy lips apart with the fingers of both hands. She tried to keep her hooded eyes open as she yelled with bliss, to see the expression on Vera's face.

Vera was staring right at the open hole, watching it all. Sandy felt her cunt muscles squeeze and suck. Vera was entranced, just the way Sandy had hoped. Having Vera watch her come was thrilling, and she came terribly hard, her pussy squeezing and pushing from deep inside.

"Sandy, you're coming!" Vera cried, her eyes bulging.

"Ohhhh, God, I know it!" Sandy groaned.

"No, I mean – my God, look!" she cried, pointing her finger, bending over between the splayed legs until her face was nearly in Sandy's shaking crotch.

Sandy looked with her. White jism trickled from her spasming hole and collected in the little pocket at the bottom of her pussy, shimmering there.

"Ohhh, those guys fucked me full of it!" she cried happily. She looked at Vera's head, so close, the dark hair dangling silkily over her inner thighs. She couldn't resist. She put her hand quickly to the back of Vera's head and pulled.

"Taste it! Taste their cum! Taste my pussy! Lick, Vera suck! Taste the taste of sex before you wither up inside and die!"

She mashed Vera's face into her cunt, lifting up to make sure the contact was full. Soft lips flattened her cunt flesh and nudged her clit, and she came again, howling and shaking as if she would never stop.

Unexpectedly, Vera didn't yell at her. She drew back and watched the shuddering body, so overwhelmed by the ecstatic bliss of orgasm, so deeply in the throes of delights Vera could only imagine.

Unexpectedly, too, Vera didn't spit and hawk and carry on the way she had in the toilet stall. She licked her lips of the mingled juices and drew them into her mouth on her tongue and experimented with the taste of sex her friend had given her.

CHAPTER THREE

The sound of taps came drifting down the hallway from the loudspeaker. Captain Miriam Garner went up and down with her lieutenants, opening room doors for the bed check. When they were finished, Beth Smith came up to her and stood close.

"I've got a new toy, Miriam," she said huskily, emphasizing the word with her full lips and big mouth. "Want us to come over and try it out on you tonight?"

Miriam looked at her. She remembered the episode three nights ago with the snap cock. The girls had reamed her body out, cunt and ass, with the slippery rod, until it was no thicker than a pencil. And she hadn't been able to keep her mouth off Judy's freshly shaved pussy. It was exciting to suck on bald cunt. You could take the whole thing into your mouth and slip your tongue over the satiny surfaces without getting it rasped raw with cunt hair.

She'd been hot as hell the other night. The trouble was, Beth knew it and kept at her body with that soap, running it in and out of her pussy and her asshole as if stabbing her with it.

The trouble was, Beth was getting put of hand.

"Maybe tomorrow night, Beth," she said, running her eyes over the big tits and the packed ass she knew was under the skirt.

"You said you were going in town tomorrow night to play cards with that group." She lowered her voice and pushed her soft tit against Miriam's arm. "It's a nice toy, Miriam. It vibrates and screws around and around inside your cunt and makes you come hard. Judy loves it."

Miriam licked her lips, wishing she didn't feel the dirty little tingles rippling through her belly. She didn't even like Beth very much. Beth was having a sexual release, that was all. And the fat-assed bitch was good at it. Being so good had gone to herhead.

She was trying to take over now – getting too bossy, too self assured. It was going to have to stop.

"Then let Judy play with it tonight," Miriam said.

Beth looked at her for a moment, puzzlement showing on her face. Then she laughed in that rich, throaty way and leaned into Miriam again.

"What's the matter, Captain? Are you feeling a little love sick or something? The thought of Cadet Thomas doing shower duty with me instead of with you nagging you? Well, I keep telling you, nothing happened. Nothing at all. She was very reluctant. She simply isn't ready yet."

"Thomas has nothing to do with it, Beth," she said quickly – too quickly. "I just – I'm just too tired tonight. That's all. Maybe Sunday. We'll have the whole day, then."

Beth moved her mouth and looked at Miriam – for a lingering moment, her dark eyes flicking up and down the thin frame, over the pretty, perpetually young face. The captain didn't look to be in her mid-thirties at all. Army life had agreed with her. Or maybe it was lez life.

"All right. Captain," she said, her voice tinged with insolence. "Sunday it is. If you can wait that long, so can I."

"Good night, Beth," Miriam said, turning.

Beth didn't respond. She watched thoughtfully as Miriam walked briskly down the hallway toward the door. Then she saw it. The slight pause, the hesitation as she passed by the door to Vera Thomas' room. She smiled slowly to herself, and her mind started to race.

She'd been on. Miriam had the hots for Thomas. The captain was getting tired of her two lieutenants and was looking for some new pussy to cultivate after they were commissioned next summer and left Bronson.

The problem at hand now was to figure out the strategy for breaking Vera Thomas in and presenting a willing girl to the captain in exchange for a cushy assignment. She turned and stalked slowly to the room she shared with Judy at the end of the hall. She'd go it over with Judy. Judy was good at strategy problems. Beth was good at the tactics. Together, they'd get Thomas ready.

They'd make her cry and crawl on her knees to get fucked.

Miriam Garner stopped on the way to her cottage, standing in the warm, night beside a big oak tree. There were redwood benches in a circle about the huge trunk. A tingle of mock orange and oleander bushes made a screening amphitheater for the treeand the benches, a private little area on a campus that was otherwise largely barren.

From where she sat, she could see the upper floor of the girl's dorm in one direction and the bedroom corner of her cottage in the other. She could see a light on through the undraped window and remembered the old envelope of faded snapshots she'd dug out of the bottom of the drawer and spread out on the dining room table.

She tipped her head back and looked at the stars through the leaves of the oak. She drew in a deep lungful of air and let it out slowly. Tears stung the backs of her eyes. She closed them and saw the old pictures again, the ones she'd taken of him so long ago, back when she was a teenager – an age when nothing could possibly ever go wrong.

A choked sound came from her throat, and she gritted her teeth and shook her head and swore softly and gutterally.

What in God's name was she going to do? He was coming tomorrow. Sometime tomorrow, Saturday. Most probably in the evening. That's why she'd had to put Beth off until Sunday. Not because of cards.

But because Paul Thomas was coming to Bronson.

She sighed heavily again. She couldn't avoid him. There was no way she could avoid her duty as officer in charge. She'd found the message in her box at headquarters. She hadn't even talked to him, had the chance to try to pass him off to someone else. He was coming, and she'd been assigned to meet him because Audrey had gotten a pass to leave campus for the weekend.

She wondered if his voice still sounded the same. She knew he couldn't look the same. Not after nearly eighteen years. He would be forty now, not twenty-two. His face would have a few lines, his hair maybe a little gray.

She tried to imagine him with a pot belly, a sagging butt, white, oily skin and flabby arms. An aging, balding, unattractive man, now, instead of the beautiful specimen he'd been back when she was a silly teenager and had been his mistress. His child mistress.

She wept openly in the moonlight, shaking her head with disgust and self pity. Mistress! For two months of maddened, wild, unrestrained fucking. She hadn't been a mistress. She'd been a cunt hole for him to fuck his cock into and fill with gallons of cum. She'd tried to compute it once. It had to be gallons. And one infinitesimal fraction of a drop of all that cum had done it a job, deep in her young, fertile womb.

She hadn't told him about it. There hadn't been any point. He'd quit seeing her. An argument one night, and then she'd run away, far from him, far from home. She'd done it because he'd hurt her. She'd done it to have the baby free of shame. She'd found a childless couple to take her and the baby, and she'd continued to run. She'd found the best hiding place of all, finally, here in the Army the ultimate swamp.

But she hadn't been able to stop herself from keeping track of the son she bore. She'd watched him grow from afar, walking past the schoolyard at recess, taking telephoto shots of him at the circus, always seeing to it somehow that her duty assignments were somewhere nearby.

Now she was too near – much too near. She saw him every day, now. It was wearing her down. Several times, she'd nearly stopped him to tell him that she was his mother, and that was no good. That would just destroy them both.

Now it was all snarling into that tangled ball of string, because his father was coming tomorrow and might see the boy. He would have to know the boy was his, because he was a carbon copy of Paul, even if his name was now Cadet Frank Cobb.

Miriam sighed again, her body shuddering as she drew in the night air and let it out. She'd known there was something terribly familiar about Vera, even from the day of registration, when she'd seen the slim, beautiful girl with the violet eyes standing in line with the others. After receiving the message that her father, Paul Thomas, was coming, the reason she looked familiar was clear.

The odds for its happening were too small to compute, but all the pieces had come together, and it was real. Her son and his daughter, both at the same small, obscure military academy at the same tune, and she, mother and mistress, an officer there.

She stood up and walked slowly along the path to her cottage, wondering how, on top of all the rest of it, she was going to explain to Beth why she hadn't gone into town tomorrow night after all. Not that Beth deserved an explanation for anything – even her true function for Miriam. There was only one purpose for Beth – the same as air the other girls before her… sex. Sex without fear of pregnancy again. No more than that. Her apparent lesbianism was nothing more than the fear of getting knocked up by a man's spurting prick. Once was enough.

She'd thought of getting herself operated on, but never had. In the back of her mind always lay the hope that something would turn out right in her crummy life, that she might meet a man she could fall in love with and want to marry and have children by. The trouble was, after Paul, she hadn't wanted anything to do with another man for years. Now it was a habit, a state of mind. The thought of changing now grew increasingly burdensome, and she was to the point of being resigned to spending the rest of her lifetime having her cunt sucked and finger fucked and dildoed off by an endless parade of faceless women. So, why get cut now.

She was so absorbed with her thoughts she didn't hear the rustle behind her in the bushes, just as she was entering her cottage. Then there was a rush, a dark bag over her head, and strong arms pushing her inside. She heard the door close and knew there were two of them.

She started to scream inside the bag, but a powerful forearm came around her throat and choked her breath off. She tried her best judo move, but he'd been expecting it and blocked it. Then it was too late. The pounding in her head and the purple flashes at the backs of her eyes told her she was blacking out.

"Easy, man – don't choke her dead," one of them said. "No fun to fuck a corpse. I wanna feel her tight lez cunt jiggle and suck around my cock, not just lie there."

"She's all right, Peter, I know what I'm doing. Just make her a little drowsy so we can fix her up." The stink of cheap booze was strong.

The other one laughed. "Who you calling a peter, you peter?"

"That's us, don't forget. No names. This here's a captain we're fucking with."

"A Goddamn lez bitch, you mean." He squeezed her tit roughly. "Damn, that's nice! Hurry up and black her out, man. Remember, we flipped for first fuck, and I won."

"Still say you had a two-headed nickel, you bastard. There, she's about ready – catch her. What'd you do with the fucking rope?"

It was the last thing Miriam heard. A black, swirling hole came up and sucked her into it, and she didn't know what happened until she came to on her bed.

At least, it felt like her bed. She couldn't see. There was a totally black cloth over her eyes and something stuffed into her mouth so that her first yell was completely muffled and nearly soundless.

Her arms were stretched over her head, and she discovered she couldn't move them because her wrists were tied securely to the headboard. Her legs were spread open and tied at the ankles as well. A draft of air passed over her belly and thighs, and she knew she was stripped naked.

"Damn, damn," the one said, over and over. "Just look at that cunt of hers – all slick and shitty and bald as a baby's butt. Man, am I gonna eat the piss right out of that twat!"

"I thought you were gonna fuck it."

"I am, man, I am! One thing at a time! Quit bugging me. Go suck on those gorgeous tits or something."

"I want to lick her ass. Did you see the tight cheeks on her ass? That deep, cock-gripping crack between them? Damn, Peter, we've got us a real prize piece of woman here, you know it? Who'da thought there was all this woman under that Goddamn uniform!"

"Yeah…" a sound of awe, "but how are we gonna work it with her mouth – the gag, and all. I gotta feel those full sweet lips around my hard prick."

"Bitch might bite it off, Peter, best not think about that."

"Shit – she gets a taste of cock in her lez cunt, and she's gonna suck us both dry wanting more. At the same time!" He laughed.

Miriam listened. She tossed her head from side to side, trying to see who they were. The whole world was black. She humped her hips up and down, trying to struggle free, fear gripping her at the first touch of a hand on her naked hip – a man's hand! The first in nearly eighteen years!

"What the hell you waiting for? Look at her squirm, Peter – she wants your prick real bad!"

The one near her head cupped her tits, squeezing them and rolling them over her chest. She felt his breath on them. Then warm, wet lips sucked the spired tips, one after the other, drawing the nipples out and letting them snap back. She moaned inside the gag, shuddering.

She felt the other one touching all around her pussy, exploring the slick, soft area where her bush should have been. He squeezed and pinched and felt her all over, cupping her twat with the flat of his hand. Damn Beth for making her shave her cunt!

"Oh, man, I can't wait to eat this bald pussy!" Miriam groaned again, her hips jerking. His tongue licked all over her naked cunt. His lips sucked up the folds of her flesh. He pried her pussy lips apart with his finger and lapped all the way up her cunt crack from bottom to top, the tip of his tongue flipping into her succulent cunt hole and then flicking the tip of her clit.

She made a small sound and jerked her hips wildly in spite of herself. He lapped at her again and again, then put his lips to her clit and sucked, flicking the tiny organ with his tongue tip all the while.

She couldn't help it when her body began to respond. The man at her tits was bathing them with his mouth. The nipples were erect and rubbery. She felt her cunt tunnel squirm and knew her juices were starting to flow, betraying her. He wasn't as good as Beth, but he was good. She couldn't stop the quick jerk and thrust of her hips and the small shiver of orgasm that rippled through her body, making her whimper behind her gag.

"You liked that, huh, Captain? You like a man's mouth on your pussy? Good as a lez bitch's mouth, isn't it. Mmm, you got a hot cunt down here. It's all slick and juicy, now, full of lez honey. All slippery and ready for my big cock! Want to feel it now? Want to see what a prick feels like all hard and ready to fuck your pussy?"

He laughed softly and moved up the bed. She got a whiff of his male scent and then instantly felt the hard, hot, velvety head of his prick being pushed around her nose, across her lips, along the side of her cheek. A string of wetness showed the trail it had made, showing her how ready he was. She remembered that. The way Paul's prick had leaked clear fluid when he was hot and ready to fuck her. "Come on, Peter, hurry up and screw her. A guy can suck tits just so long."

"Then get on her chest and fuck 'em, man. Don't bug me. Hey, come here a minute. Let's give her a real feel of cock."

Miriam felt them both get off the bed. Then she had two fat, throbbing pricks in her hands as they lay them in her palms and curled her fingers around them.

She whimpered inside, remembering that, too – the touch of cock in her hand. Reflexively, she gripped them, hating herself the moment she did. Now they would think she wanted them to fuck her. So, she squeezed as hard as she could, trying to hurt them.

"Damn, she likes it, man! She likes cock! She's trying to jack us off!" He pumped his hips, fucking her hand, laughing.

She couldn't keep up the pressure. It wasn't working as intended anyway. The air drying her wet pussy and tits tickled. Her twat itched. She wanted to close her thighs and rub them together to stop the itching. She opened her hands, releasing their pricks, and grunted behind the gag, pointing with her forefingers toward it he best she could.

"Hey, Peter, what's this she's doing?"

"I think she wants the gag out, man. Is that what you want?"

Miriam nodded her head and grunted.

"So you can yell your mouth off right?"

She shook her head fervently, making whimpering sounds of pleading.

There was a long pause: "What do you think, man?"

"Ahh! She's just going to tell us not to fuck [missing text]."

Miriam steeled herself and then shook her head violently in negation.

"Okay, Captain. But you're in big trouble if you start screaming, you understand that? Big trouble. We won't be nice any more."

Miriam nodded eagerly. She felt fingers hold her jaw. She remained still. The gag came out, but she knew it was right there over her mouth, ready to be stuffed back in. She worked her tongue, wetting the inside of her mouth.

"I won't scream," she said first thing. "I promise I won't."

"What do you want to tell us?"

"Look, I don't know who you are and I know you've got me. You're going to fuck me no matter what, but there's [missing text]."

"You said it, baby!"

"Just there's just one thing I want to ask, and I'm pleading with you guys. Don't… just don't come in my pussy!"

"Aw, shit!"

"Please! Oh, please! You'll make me pregnant! Don't come in my pussy! I know I can't stop you from fucking it, but don't come in it!"

She couldn't help cringing and writhing with fear. She couldn't keep the whimper from her voice, the trembling of her lips – all of it conduct most unbecoming an officer.

"Man, she's got to be kidding! Not blast that sweet pussy full of cum? Shit!"

There was another pause. "Hell, that's not much, Peter."

"Sure, not for you! You want to fuck her asshole!"

"Come in my asshole!" Miriam cried, stark fear making the words spill from her mouth. "Fill my ass up – just not in my pussy! Oh, please!"

"Sounds fair, Peter," the one said reasonably. "Look at her, she's scared shitless. Maybe it's her ripe time or something. It'd screw up her career and everything if we knock her up."

"What do you care, man?"

"I'm not a complete turd, damn it. Okay, it's a deal, Captain. Up your ass and in your mouth, but not in your cunt."

"Like hell! The bitch just doesn't want a cummy twat for her lezzy lovers, that's all! Wants it kept pure or some shit like that!"

"I said it was a deal, Peter! Now, get fucking, and be damn sure you jerk it."

"All right all right – shit!" He stomped back toward the foot of the bed, muttering.

Incredibly, she felt him yanking at the ropes binding her ankles. "What are you doing to me?" she asked quickly.

"Untying your Goddamn legs, baby. So you can wrap them around my butt and pull my prick deep inside your pussy. You're gonna want to do that as soon as I stick it in," he cackled, "You're gonna want to put your feet on the bed and shove that sweet, bald cunt up around my cock like a Goddamn whore!"

He fell onto the bed, crawling over her, rubbing his belly across hers, twining his legs around her thighs. He sucked on her tits and then ran his hands under her asscheeks, lifting her hips up. Her thighs fell wide, and she could visualize her cunt thrusting shamelessly up toward his stiff cock.

"Oh, wait – not yet! Eat my pussy some more first. I liked the way you ate my pussy. You're so good!" She couldn't stop trembling with fear – the fear of having a ready, loaded cock sliding up her cunt.

"No more delays, baby," he said. "Ready? Open wide. Ahhh, that's it. Pretty pussy. Pretty, naked, hairless pussy, all pink and wet for Daddy's cock!"

He held his breath and put the nose of it to her cunt mouth. Miriam yipped with fright. She fell the velvety thing slip around over her soaked pussy flesh, lubricated by the juices that were leaking from the eye of his prick as will.

"No-no…" she groaned, feeling it was too late already, feeling the long, tight, slow slide of his big cock into her body.

"Ohhhh, my God, she's tight, man! Tight! Hasn't had a cock in her for years! Like a Goddamn virgin! Ohhhh, shit, what a fuck this is going to be!"

He sank down on top of her, imbedding his prick fully into the depths of her body. Miriam groaned again. This time, it was with a mixture of fright and sensation. To her total dismay, his cock felt good!

He shoved it deep and lay there, soaking in her tight cunt. His hands kneaded her asscheeks, her hips, the outsides of her thighs. He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his ass, and she couldn't believe the way they started flexing, urging his butt to move up and down, his hips to pump, his prick to fuck her.

"Ohhhh, man, she digs my cock! I knew she would! Bitches all pretend they don't like to get fucked, and then can't hold still when you start in on 'em!"

His hips pumped. His prick slid back and forth. His pubic bone ground down against her hairless twat, and her clit strained and burned for more. Shamelessly, she tossed her head and moaned, her mouth falling open and slack.

It was all the encouragement the other one needed. She smelled the scent of his prick, and then the velvety head was between her lips, the seeping oils from the tip bursting into her mouth with flavors nearly forgotten – tastes even headier than Paul's had been so long ago.

"Suck my cock, Captain. I did you a turn, now you do me one. Suck on it real good."

He put his hand to the back of her head to guide her, then pulled slightly, running her mouth up the root of his prick. Miriam nearly gagged on the fat, heavy cock. She'd forgotten how to do this, how to keep from choking.

"Watch the teeth, damn it," he grunted, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling, paining her. "Use your tongue. Oh, yeah – that's the way. Around and around the head, up and down the underside. That's it. Man, you haven't sucked much cock for sure, have you. Ohhhh, shit, you've got it now, Captain."

She could picture the way his prick jutted from his hips, protruded nearly straight out and punctured the soft, lewd circle of her sucking lips. She remembered the sight of tight balls under the hairy root, and she couldn't help moaning.

The man in her cunt was stroking her to dizzying heights. He was a good fucker. She guessed he was anyway. As good as she remembered Paul being.

His prick touched every curve along her sodden pussy walls, nudged open private pathways that hadn't felt a man's cock in years. He rode her so that her clit was in constant stimulation, and she couldn't stop the way her hips twisted and shook under his driving weight.

It was shameless. She couldn't believe the responses building in her body. The tips of her tits brushed his hairy chest, and it was stimulating to feel hair instead of soft boobs against her tits.

Her legs rocked over his pumping butt as she lifted her cunt up around his cock for more of the sensation he was giving her. At the same time, she couldn't keep her lips and tongue still around the prick fucked into her mouth.

She bobbed her head, letting him run in and out of the warm, soft circle she made of her lips. She felt his cockhead nudge at the back of her throat, and she dimly remembered what Paul had taught her – the way to open up and take it down without gagging.

She tried that, choked, and tried again, getting it. The man groaned heavily. His cock jerked in her throat, and oils seeped from the big eye at the end.

"Ohhhhhhh, God, you've really got it now, Captain!" he choked.

Incredibly, Miriam felt a kind of pride of accomplishment. She ate and sucked on his prick until she felt the hairs at the root crunch up against her lips, and she knew she had all of him in her mouth. She raced her tongue up and down the underside and felt his prick throb out of control.

"Ahhhhgh, it's nearly there, Captain!" he cried. "Take it! Swallow it! God, what a fantastic cock sucker!"

"What a sucker!" the other one yelled. "She's swallowing me alive, man. This cunt's gobbling up my meat. It's good! Ohbhh, Christ, I'm gonna blow my balls off!"

"Jerk it, Peter – jerk it!" the one cried with warning, turning his head. But he couldn't see too well. His vision became blurred and his eyes closed as his cock exploded in Miriam's clenching throat and sucking mouth. She was swallowing even before the first hot jet of cum hosed from his prick and squirted down her throat.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" he yelled. "Take it! God! Yaaaaagh!"

"Oh, shit! Shit! Aaaaargh!" the other one cried, his cock pounding as if ready to explode.

Miriam's eyes shot open behind the blindfold. She saw total blackness. But she didn't have to see what was happening. She could feel it – every throb, every twitch; every hosing spurt of cum jetting into her body into her throat and into her cunt! The bastard! He was coming in her cunt.

She squirmed violently, slinking and jerking, vividly aware that she was in the throes of wild orgasm herself. Her fear overpowered that.

She felt her mouth fill with the pungent, slippery cum she couldn't swallow down fast enough. It spurted from her compressed lips, shooting back along the little bit of shaft not crammed in her mouth and over his springy hairs, dripping down over his balls.

She also felt the steamy blast of hot jism that shot forcefully up into her soft, sodden, clutching cunt, and the sensation made her rise up from the bed with her hips and jerk down quickly, twisting violently as she did.

Her gripping, spasming pussy sucked off his prick and made him yell and swear. Cum shot over her belly in a hot stream, running down her sides, coating her abdomen, trickling down over the soft, slick skin of her bald pussy.

She grunted and screamed, but the sounds were stopped by the thick prick and the bubbling cum in her throat. Her cunt walls felt unbelievably sodden and slippery now, as her pussy tunnel spasmed and sucked and made squishy sounds from the wads of cum he'd shot into her.

God, it was going to happen again! She was going to get pregnant again! "Ohhhh, God!"

"Jerk it, jerk it!" the one hosing into her mouth yelled again.

"I jerked it, man! Ohhh, shit, the bitch yanked her cunt right off, Goddamn it! Unnnh!"

He humped and puffed, his cock shaft now sliding up and down the satiny groove of her pussy, the nose rippling over her clit again and again, forcing unwanted ripples and shock of orgasm from her shuddering body. His cock tip continued to spurt and leak his hot cum, and the stuff spurted up onto her bald belly and ran down her cunt lips and between the cheeks of her ass, puddling at the spasming mouth of her asshole.

Everything between her thighs was sticky and slick and she knew it didn't matterifl he shot his first jets into her pussy or not. The squirmy little bastards would swim up the river of juice pouring from her pussy hole and make their way to the back of her womb anyway.

It didn't matter now. Nothing mattered. It was done.

"Ohhhhh, Christ, Captain – what a suck!" the man moaned, sliding his cock gingerly from her mouth. She felt the head bump upward through her throat and then ripple over her bottom lip. A sticky string of cum hung from her lips and drooled down her chin onto her neck.

"He came in my cunt!" she cried, still swallowing the slippery stuff, "That bastard! You promised! Ohhh, God! He came in my pussy!"

"Hey, man, that's full of shit," the other one said, rising up slightly. "Look at her belly. Look at all the shit puddled on her pussy here! She's full of shit, trying to make trouble!"

There was a pause. "You trying to make trouble, Captain?" he said finally. "Looks to me like he shot his wad all over the outside of your twat, not in it. Don't fuck around with us, I told you."

"He did! I swear he did! Look inside my cunt if you don't believe me!"

She rocked onto the small of her back, her feet flat on the bed, lifting her spread crotch high so that her pussy was wide open. Then she tossed her legs up, bring them over her head so that she was doubled up and her knee was bumping her nose, her spilt twat facing right toward the spot she thought he was. Cum hung from her belly in a long string and dripped onto her face.

"Looks like he got you good and hot to me," the man said, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers. He stared right at her pulsing asshole and put the tip of his finger to it. He held her hip with one hand while he pushed and twisted with his forefinger and fucked the digit into her ass up to the first knuckle.

"Oh, God!" she moaned, unable to keep her asshole from sucking his finger as if it were a mouth on a milky tit.

He played with her ass, keeping her doubled over like that. He ran his hands over her cheeks, squeezing the resilient, tight flesh of them. He moved the edge of his hand up and down the deep, deep cleft between them, and his prick started lifting again.

"Don't play with my ass," she moaned. "Look inside my cunt. He came in my pussy, I tell you!"

"She's full of shit, man!" the one at the foot of the bed repeated.

"She better not be," he grinned. "'Cause I'm going to fuck her full of cock!"

"Oh, God – not in this position! You'll break my back!"

A moment of silence, while his fingertip wriggled slowly around just inside her asshole.

"We gotta turn her over, Peter. That means undoing her wrists so she can turn over and stick her butt up in the air."

"No way, man. She'll snatch the blindfold off."

"Then how am I gonna fuck her ass?"

"Just lift her butt off the bed and aim a little lower, dummy."

"I dunno," he laid doubtfully.

But he straightened her out again, putting her legs back on the bed. He spread them wide, kneeling between her thighs, looking down at her open twat, his cock thrusting up from his lap.

"That's it, man – now lift her butt up on your spear and fuck her shit hole. Meanwhile, I'm gonna get up here and fuck these sweet tits."

Miriam moaned with a lust she didn't want to feel. The one between her thighs scooped his hands under her butt cheeks and lifted, making her legs go wide and her pussy suck open lewdly. The other one got over her chest, straddling her. She felt him play with her tits over and over, and then a wet cock went between them as he squeezed them together and began fucking her.

It was something Paul had never done. She'd never felt her tits being fucked before. It was strangely exciting. She opened her mouth to gasp, and the tip of his prick was suddenly between her lips while the root and his hairy balls were nestled between her tits.

She felt her asscheeks being pried apart. The velvety head of a slippery cock went between them, probing for her asshole. It touched, and she arched her back and moaned, her ass mouth pulsing and sucking shameless.

"Oh, God, am I going to run my cock deep, Captain," he gasped. "I've never ass fucked in this position before. I can look down and see your pink, slick open cunt at the same time. Damn, you should see how hard your clit is! You like getting fucked, don't you. Peter was right, by God, you're starting to ache for it. Well, open your ass, Captain, because here it comes!"

He pressed forward. Miriam's face wrinkled up. She sucked in her breath and groaned. She tried to relax her ass muscle, but it didn't work. She knew she had to help him, to want it, or it would only hurt. But she was still incensed and frightened by the way that bastard had shot his load in her pussy. And now he had the nerve to stick his cock in her mouth, right past the edges of her sharp teeth.

She thought about it. She nearly couldn't resist. But she knew the beating that would follow. Still, it would serve him right if she nipped the end of his cum-squirting cock off.

"Oh, God!" she squeaked, cringing in pain, her asshole burning as though he'd set fire to it. "Too dry! Your prick's too dry! Stick it in my pussy and get it wet!"

Surprisingly, he grunted and complied, lowering her hips slightly and rubbing the nose of his cock around in her satiny, sodden cunt mouth.

"God, that's a nice cunt, Captain," he moaned. "I think I'm going to fuck it a little first."

He made his cockhead wallow in the mushy, drenched meat of her lips and cunt mouth. He dragged the tip over her hairless twat, up and down the running groove and over her straining clit.

"Oh, my God…" she whimpered, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

He dipped forward, suddenly, and the whole length of his prick disappeared into the soft meat of her pussy, filling her full.

"Oh, yes!" she cried, tossing her head, not believing how eager and hot she was. Cock felt so damn good!

All over – she wanted to be fucked all over! She couldn't hold back any longer. She'd never liked sucking on Beth's box anyway! She'd wanted cock inside her – all these years, she'd wanted it and had denied herself. If the bastard had shot her pussy full of cum, it was too late new to go on and on about it.

With a sultry cry, she moved her head forward and opened her mouth and sucked as much of his prick into it as she could, washing him up and down with her tongue, all the while making her hips churn so that her hot pussy twisted and sucked around the hard prick imbedded in it.

"Hey, man, what the fuck are you doing to her down there? She's gobbling my cock up like an animal!"

"Fucking her, Peter – watching my prick fuck in and out of this juicy hole, watching her clit shiver all over the place. Hey, untie one of her hands. I want to watch her play with this pretty pussy while I fuck her ass!"

The one at her head leaned over and undid her wrist. He held her arm tightly so that she couldn't grab at the blindfold. She didn't even want to any more. She reached eagerly down for the center of her crotch, and felt him, felt his prick, ran her fingers all over the fucking shaft, feeling it go in and out of her wet pussy.

"That's it, Captain, play with it," he moaned.

"Qhhhhh, yes! I feel you fucking me now! I feel your big cock right there in my pussy, running in and out of it! God, keep fucking my cunt! I don't care any more! Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried wildly, tossing her head, waggling the prick between her lips while she talked around it and sucked avidly on it.

"Up your ass – your ass!" he gasped, drawing his cock back.

"No, no…" she whimpered, feeling all around her pussy for it, reaching hard.

His hands were under her butt again, lifting her hips up. His prick dripped with her cunt juices now. The slippery head came against her asshole and pressed forward.

"Yesss, yes!" she cried, her butt hole spasming and opening wide around his big cock.

She felt him drive it up her. She wrapped her fingers around the slick shaft, pulling inward, helping him. She skit in reverse, sucking his meat into her ass, shuddering all over, twisting and churning, wanting to be fucked more than ever in her life.

"Ahhhgh, so tight, so deep and clinging and tight! Stilt, look at your cunt – the way it's sucking and shivering. Look at your clit, sticking up like a damn hard-on! Play with it – let me watch you masturbate and feel every shiver while I'm in your ass!"

"Yes! Yes!" she cried, sucking on cock, eating cock up her ass, swirling her fingers over her clit and cunt. She finger fucked herself, making sticky sounds. She rubbed her clit, patted her wet pussy flesh, spread herself with her fingertips so he could look far into her red, wet hole.

All the while, her ass was twisting and shaking, stuffed with the thick root of his cock. Her tits were smothering the other one's balls, and her lips and tongue were drawing the cum right from the depths of them through his throbbing prick.

"Now! God, I'm going to fill your ass! God, I'm coming up your hot, clinging asshole! Yaaaaagh!"

"Eeeeee!" Miriam cried, her hand shaking up and down over her pussy while her asshole sucked and milked jet after torrential jet of cum from his hosing prick.

The cry was choked off by the quick blast of jism from the prick in her mouth as the other one let go and ran his prick into her throat and pumped her belly fall.

She choked and swallowed and licked for more. "More!" she cried, her mind in a whirl, her body crazed with sensation. "Fuck me more! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass and mouth and tits! Fuck me everywhere, and fill my pussy with cum! Fill it! I don't care any more – it's too late now to care, and I've gone so long without! Who's first? Which one of you big-balled bastards has enough cum left to make my cunt slosh? Here!" she cried, flinging her legs wide, swirling her hand over her pussy faster and faster. "Hurry up, damn you, I'm going to come again! Oh. God, don't make me jack off – fuck me! Fill me! Stick it in and blast me full! God damn shitheads, I can take you both at the same time!"

She tossed her body and babbled, masturbating herself to a furious orgasm. She didn't stop. She tossed her hips and shook her ass and played with her pussy more, even running her finger in and out of her cummy asshole, begging them to fuck her blind.

"Shit, man," the one said. "What the hell'd we do to her?"

"I don't know, Peter. I don't know. Scared of getting knocked up, and now…"

"Goddman lezzies are crazy, man. But, what the hell… think we should try it…"

"I don't know. She's pretty tight. How would we work it?"

"Shit, man, use your imagination. I gotta tell you everything about how to fuck? You get on your back under her, so her cheeks clamp around your cock, and I'll get on top. We both work up into her pussy and do what she wants – fuck her full."

"Might hurt her, Peter."

"Gonna hurt herself. Look at her. Wonder why she hasn't snatched off the blindfold?"

"I don't think that matters now," he said, rolling Miriam's quivering body slightly to the side so he could get under her.

Her asscheeks clenched at his rod. She felt his prick go into her pussy and couldn't hold still. She humped and fucked, coming again while she played with her pussy. The other one had to draw her hand away so he could get on top of her.

"Ah! Ah!" she gasped, her clit aflame. "Tight, man – too, tight," he gasped. "Keep pushing. Oh! Ah! Eeeee, fuck me! Fuck me!" Miriam squeeled, feeling her pussy stretch and stretch. It was like giving birth again. Birth in reverse. Being re-born, [missing text].

"There, man!" he gasped, "Oh, Christ, I've never… ohhhhh, shit!"

"Fuck me! Come in my pussy! Both of you – now! Now! Fill my pussy with jism! Yaaaaagh!"

"The captain gave us an order, Peter!"

"Aaaaargh!"

"Yaaaaagh!"

"Eeeeeee, yes, yes, yes,yes!"

CHAPTER FOUR

"She can't do that!" Sandy objected, slapping her wet towel down or the bench. All three girls watched the retreating figure of Beth Smith, glaring at the big buns jiggling under her skirt. Sandy put her fists on her hips and made a horrible face, sticking her tongue out as far as it would go, just as soon as Beth had gone out through the door of the locker room.

"Bitch!" she hollered.

"Easy, Sandy," Wilma said. "Take it easy!"

"But she can't do that! Saturday afternoon's free time. She can't order us to do laps around the lake!"

"She did it," Vera said quietly.

"Three times! We just did her damn drill all morning, and I'm all clean now – and tired!" she whined, sitting heavily on the bench, her naked buttocks slapping. She slumped and propped her chin in her hands, her forearms squeezing her pert little tits together.

"Vera, that's going to take us all afternoon to do that," Wilma said, running her towel across her back, drying it. Her auburn hair had little curls of wetness at her neck and forehead. Her round tits thrust forward and jiggled as she wiped her back. She encased her butt in the towel and went to work on it with both hands. Her rather solemn face grew more so. "I don't think we should let her get away with that. I think we ought to complain."

Vera looked at her, unable to keep from looking at the incredibly dense bush of hair that sprouted every direction from her twat. She shook her hair over her shoulders and tipped her head in that haughty appearing way she had.

"Who to, Wilma? Captain Garner?"

Wilma sighed. "Yeah, I see what you mean. You know, she probably put Beth up to it," she said thoughtfully, toweling her bush absently, as if masturbating. "I wonder why." Then her face brightened. "I'll bet I know! It's that shower duty thing the other day! But why's she punishing me, too?"

Her eyes widened, and she put her hand to her mouth, looking guiltily at Vera and Sandy. "Oops," she said. "There I go again. Me and my big mouth. I wasn't supposed to let you know Bill told me about it."

"He told you about me?" Sandy nearly squalled.

"Yeah," Wilma sighed. "It's okay, Sandy. I don't care if he fucked you. He fucks all my friends. I let some of his fuck me, too. We've got it worked out, so don't worry about it." She put her arm around Sandy. "I don't blame him, actually. If I were a boy I'd want to fuck you myself."

Sandy looked at her. "You don't have to be a boy, Wilma. You can fuck me any time you want."

"We'd better get dressed and go do our laps," Vera said, standing quickly, giving Sandy a look of disgust. She yanked open her locker door with more noise than necessary and took out her shorts and tank top and bra. She looked at the bra and tossed it back on the shelf in some kind of defiant act.

She stepped into the red shorts and pulled the white knit top over her head. Her firm tits stretched the material and made her nipples show clearly. For some reason, she didn't care. Let them show. They were nice tits, big nipples. Woman's nipples. And she was a woman. She was going to tell her father so when he came tonight.

He was supposed to come tonight, any way. That was the message she'd gotten. Typically, he hadn't called and talked to her. He'd just left a message, a remark to be passed on down the line, until maybe it got to her.

Somehow, that one small act had riled her more than all the rest of his slights put together, over all the years he'd raised her and ignored her and had been disappointed in her.

It was a time for rebellion. The time to say enough. She was done with trying to please him. He hadn't wanted her from the beginning and didn't want her now. Why the hell was she knocking her brains out over a little crumb of affection from him – for one little nod of approval? Wanting him to want her had dominated her whole life, and nothing had worked.

"Let's go get it done," she said, turning from the other girls, not caring that they weren't ready.

She went out of the locker room and sat on the porch to the gym, looking out over the sunlit campus. Utilitarian buildings squatted in what she supposed some military architect had decided were strategic locations. Here and there was a big, old tree – no small ones, no new ones beginning long life. It wasn't in the nature of Bronson Academy to foster fresh, new life.

Except down by the lake. Actually, Vera didn't mind going around the lake. It was wild and fresh, overgrown and pure, with dank smells coming from things that had lived out their time and fallen and made ground for the new to grow. Other than the dam at one end of the lake, the only way the Army, had spoiled the woods around the lake was to clear a path for the cadets to run around. Now and then they held war games of sorts to let everybody crawl through the bushes in preparation for the big event at the beginning of summer, but that was all.

Off in the distance, she saw a company of men marching in drill. They were halted, barked at, and dismissed. She saw the unmistakable figure of Frank Cobb walking toward his dorm.

She watched him intently, feeling very strange inside. The resemblance of him to her father was uncanny. He even walked like her father, the same kind of loping stride. She couldn't take her eyes from him. She watched him disappear into the building and kept watching the door to see if he would come back out and walk in front of her some more.

"Shit, Vera, be in a rush, why don't you!" Sandy bitched coming out behind her with Wilma. Her pert little tits poked at her top, and her red shorts were like a second skin over her round butt cheeks.

"I didn't want to cramp your style, honey," she said in a sugary way, her violet eyes on Wilma. She wasn't really surprised when the girl looked away, flustered.

"It's all right, Wilma," she said, not quite able to keep the cattiness out of her tone. "I let Sandy fuck all my friends. We have it worked out."

"God, you're a bitch today, Vera!" Sandy squeeled. "What's the matter with you? I hope seven boys catch you down at the lake and fuck your ass off! Come on, Wilma, let's get away from this bitch. Her trouble is, her cunt's drying up from lack of use, and the rot is beginning to stink."

"Somehow, I wouldn't be surprised if that happened," Vera said quietly, looking across the campus again, squinting against the sun.

"What?" Sandy asked, pouting cutely. "If what happened?"

"Never mind," Vera said, stretching out her long, slim legs and rising. She began walking toward the lake. In a moment the other girls caught up with her, hanging back a little, as if being led.

It had taken them nearly an hour to do the first lap. They hadn't pushed it. In fact, they'd farted around about it, stopping to sit under the trees and look across the water, enjoying thy sun and the birds and a solitary wild flower here and there. As anticipated, Beth was waling for them at the starting point. Judy was with her. They were both in their fatigues, looking butchy as hell, bars on their collars, name tags stitched across their tits, scowling out from under the creased bills of their hats, like rodents looking at the world from under a shelf.

"I want a little speed to it, girls," Beth barked, looking pointedly at her watch. "At the rate you're going, you'll be late for supper. Are you trying to rack up more demerits?"

"Saturday afternoon is supposed to be free time, Beth," Sandy said angrily, her tight tits heaving under the stretched top.

Beth looked at her coldly for a long moment and then opened her big mouth and let out an unbelievable torrent. "You will address your superior officers by their rank and surname and in a respectful tone of voice, Perkins!!" she bellowed. "Do you want an extra lap?"

"No, Ma'am!" Sandy barked back, snapping to attention, whether from fear or out of ridicule, Vera couldn't quite tell.

"Then get moving, all of you! I want to see you pass this point again in thirty minutes, is that clear?" She grinned oddly, giving a sideways glance at Judy. "Thirty minutes! Dismissed!"

Vera watched the by play between the two older girls. Something was up. She could feel it. But she turned and began jogging away, entering the secluded, tree-shrouded path again. In a moment, Sandy and Wilma caught up with her, puffing.

"Screw this!" Sandy bitched feverently. "Just screw this Goddamn place, Vera! I'm leaving with you, by God! I've had it!"

"You're leaving?" Wilma cried. "You're quitting? Oh, shit, you guys! You're going to leave me here all alone?"

Vera opened her mouth. She was going to say, it depends on Daddy. She set her jaw, instead. "Yes!" she declared firmly.

They were just passing the dam, a third of the way around the lake, when they jogged past two of the boys, who were skipping stones across the water down at the edge of the lake.

"Hey! Wilma! Hold up!"

All three girls stopped. They watched Bill Bast and Frank Cobb clamber up the bank and stand in the shade beside them, their eyes taking in the curves under the tight red shorts and the way Vera's tits particularly thrust out in big-nippled beauty.

"What's with all the running?" Bill asked. "You didn't get enough drill practice today or something?"

"That bitch Smith ordered us to do three laps around the lake, Bill," Wilma complained, leaning against her boy friends pushing her tits into his arm.

"Shit, Willie, she can't do that," he said easily, patting her ass, leaving his hand there for a squeeze while he looked directly at Sandy. "Tell her to fuck off. Speaking of which." He grinned, grabbing a handful of Wilma's ass, making her squeal. "There's something you girls ought to see up there in the bushes."

"I've seen it," Wilma said, pulling a face and running her open palm over his crotch. "But you can show it to me again tonight, after we've finished these damn laps."

"What's with the laps, baby? I told you to tell her to fuck off."

"And get reported?"

"There's no getting reported. This is free time. This isn't the Goddamn Army yet, it's only an academy, and the rule here is that you're off now. Man, did you girls eat a handful of her shit, huh, Frank?"

"Sounds like it," Frank said. He was looking at Vera, trying not to stare but not doing too well at it. She was having the same problem.

"Are you guys sure?" Sandy asked, wrinkling her nose.

"Positive," Bill said. "Now, about that thing up there in the bushes." Bill grinned.

Wilma giggled and looked at Sandy. "Think we ought to trust them? This one will say anything for a piece of ass."

"You impugn my honor, Willie!"

"No, he's right," Frank said quickly – too quickly, it seemed to Vera. But his tone and manner were sincere, and she believed him. She had a good idea what was going to happen in the bushes, though, and didn't want any part of it. Or did she?

"I think I'll get on back, then," she said.

Frank touched her arm gently. "Don't go," he said quietly.

"Well, you two can stand here and waste the afternoon if you want," Wilma said, "but I know what I'm going to do." She pulled on Bill's arm, leading him up the slope away from the path toward a densely screened patch of woods. She looked back over her shoulder. "Coming, Sandy?"

Sandy looked startled. Bill grinned widely. "Hell yes!" she said brightly, scampering after them.

Frank shifted his feet after they'd left. "Want to go with them?" he asked, swallowing. "See what they're doing?"

"I know what they're doing," Vera said coolly.

"We don't… you know. We can just talk."

Vera looked at him. She felt her pulse pound. She wanted to move on, circle around Beth and Judy and head back to the room, leaving them there waiting. After her father came tonight, it wouldn't matter what those two did, or Captain Garner, either.

"Now, I know." Frank said, pointing his finger at her mouth. "That's what's so familiar about you. I knew I'd seen that somewhere before."

"Seen what?" she asked, coming out of her thought.

"That. What you do with your tongue. Kind of rub it against the inside of your lower lip when you're thinking. I do that. We have the nose, too, did you notice that? Exactly the same." He posed in profile, pointing and showing her, half laughing.

"I'll tell you something that's even weirder than that," she said, starting to feel at ease with him. "You remind me so much of my father I can't believe it. I was watching you walk, back to the dorm from your drill practice a little while ago, and you even have that same kind of odd loping stride he does."

They looked at each other for a long moment, their eyes searching each others faces as if looking fork more details that would bind thorn together.

Then he took her hand, not pulling, wanting her to come willing. She looked down, his left hand in hers. She noticed something that set her mind whirling. Each of them had a kind of kink in the big knuckle of the fourth finger.

Her father had it too. "Frank…" she started.

"Come on," he urged.

Vera sucked in her breath, feeling dizzy. It was a time for change. She followed him up the slope.

They heard the others before coming to the small clearing they'd found. Vera suddenly regretted her impulsiveness.

"Ohhh, baby – sink it deep!" Wilma moaned.

"Fuck this wanting pussy and pump it full!"

"Got to save a little of the creamy white for Sandy, baby," Bill panted, his hips slapping up against her full ass as he fucked her cunt from behind.

He held her hips in his hands and pulled her back on his long, straining cock, looking from her naked ass and the jiggling tits under her chest to Sandy's pert, tight little body. He watched her rub her blond pussy with her hand as she stood over them and watched them fuck.

"Yeah, I can tell little Sandy's going to want some too," he groaned.

"Ohhhhhhhh, piss on Sandy!" Wilma gasped, switching her ass from side to side, making his prick waggle deep in her pussy.

"Might do that, too," he grinned. "Being as she pissed all over me the other day."

"I told you I couldn't help it, you fucker," Sandy said, approaching him in a weird waddle, her knees turned outward and bent, her hand shaking up and down over her hot pussy.

She put her right foot on Wilma's back and bunched her hips toward Bill's face, sticking her cunt right into it. She spread the puffy pussy lips wide with her fingers and showed him the red, slick meat of her cunt mouth and the tingling, straining nub of her clit.

"Ohhh, suck my pussy while you're fucking her!" she moaned.

"Hey, don't point that damn thing at me! It might go off again!"

"Ohhh, bring it here, Sandy – bring your hot pussy to me!" Wilma cried, shivering all over.

"Yeah, yeah," Bill grunted, his prick jerking and stretching another inch up Wilma's sucking cunt. "I want to watch! Be careful, Willie, she'll piss in your mouth when she comes. Very undisciplined girl, that one is."

"Oh, Jesus – right now I don't care!" Wilma cried, rocking her whole torso back and forth, slamming her ass back into his plunging hips and deep-stroking cock.

Sandy let out a small sound and put her foot back on the ground. She went around to Wilma's head, stroking her twat furiously, running her finger in and out of her sweltering hole.

Without removing her finger or missing a stroke, she got onto her naked butt on the ground and spread her thighs on either side of Wilma's hanging head. She scooted under Wilma's body and lifted her cunt up and, open. Her eyes were hot, on Wilma's.

"Go ahead, Wilma – do it!"

"I've never done it before!" Wilma gasped.

"You said you'd want to fuck me if you were a boy, remember? Well, you don't have a prick, but you've got a long tongue and a pair of soft lips, and that can be just as good – sometimes better. Do it, Wilma – suck my pussy! Fuck it with your tongue, just the way Bill's fucking your cunt right now! I'll lick all his cum out of your hot hole when he's finished with you if you do! I'll show you what it can be like with two girls. And you don't have to feel funny about it, either. You know I'm not a lez! Bill knows it – Vera knows it! Ohhh, I'm so hot watching you get fucked, Wilma – eat my pussy!"

She groaned and shivered, her hips shaking, her pussy mouth quaking and sucking until juice ran from around her imbedded finger and dripped onto the mossy ground.

She reached up and pulled Wilma's head down, watching closely, seeing that the girl's mouth was open, her lips slack and full, her tongue just inside the soft, round orifice.

Then the whole affair was on her cunt, warm and wet and quivering, and she tossed her head back and cried out with passion, shoving her twat up high, pushing it against Wilma's mouth.

"Eeeee, yes! Suck my cunt! Oh, yes, that's it! Your tongue – thrust your tongue clear up it, Wilma! Ahhhhh!"

Bill's cock went wild. He pressed up against Wilma's butt and craned his neck around her body, looking between her jutting tit and her stiff arm. He saw her jaw moving up and down. He heard the sucking sticky sounds. He watched the way Sandy's inner thigh shivered as she strained to open her legs even wider.

"She doing it, Sandy? Is she eating your cunt out?" he gasped wildly, the blood pounding in his head.

"Aaaaieeeee!" Sandy cried, her butt cheeks bumping up and down.

"Ohhh, shit, Willie! I didn't know you ate cunt! God, I'm gonna come! Wait, wait – I don't want to come yet! Quit shaking your ass around like that! God damn it, I'm gonna fuck your ass if you don't quit!"

She didn't quit. She couldn't. Blood filled her head, making her dizzy as ever. She shuddered all over, taking prick up her pussy and thrusting her tongue into pussy. It was the wildest thing she'd done yet. She squealed in the back of her throat and heaved up and down, the tip's of her tits feeling ready to explode as she began coming.

"Mrrrrrrrrf!" she bellowed, blowing air into Sandy's cunt, making bubbles in the flood of juice that was pouring from it, totally unwilling to break the suctioning seal between mouth and pussy hole.

"Ohhhh, Jesus, Wilma – what are you doing in my cunt? God, it's getting all big inside! Oh! Shit! You're plowing up my pussy like a Goddamn balloon? Yaaaaah!" she screamed, shuddering violently.

The girls heaved and shook and came hard, Sandy's pussy muscles sucking and pulling on Wilma's thrusting, swirling tongue, her cunt lips clamping around her mouth lips, her hand pulling at the back of Wilma's head and mashing her face into her split twat.

Wilma's cunt pulled and drew on Bill's prick, milking the cum right out of it. He bellowed and pressed forward, his balls drawing up tightly against the root of his prick and shivering. Jism hosed from the end of his cock and flooded the wet, hot pussy, such a torrent that it spurted out backwards and dribbled down his balls onto the ground beneath them.

"Ahhhhhhgh, damn it! I was gonna fuck your ass!" he groaned.

"Mine, Bill!" Sandy cried, tossing her head, mussing her blond hair with bits of fallen leaves. "You can fuck my ass!"

"Ahhh, God, Sandy – you'll probably shit on me when you come this time," he groaned, slumping forward over Wilma's back, wrapping his hands around her full, dangling tits.

"So what?" Sandy laughed hotly. "You'd love it! Here-here it is, you big fucker!" She scooted from under Wilma's mouth and rolled over, the points of her tits burrowing into the moss and leaves and dank, humid earth. She lifted her butt high up behind her and spread the cheeks wide displaying her tight little red-brown bung hole. Her cunt lips puffed down under her crotch, still dripping and running with hot, slick juice. She reached under her body and dabbled her fingers in it, making sticky sounds.

"Oh, Jesus," Bast groaned, staring at the winking hole; the sodden pussy, the flaring ass cheeks. His cock sagged. It was coated with slippery juice from Wilma's pussy, and cum still dripped from the tip.

Sandy looked around over her shoulder. Wilma was sitting on the ground, staring, lick her lips. Even her cheeks shone with the juices from Sandy's pussy. She looked as if she were still savoring the flavor of a woman's pussy. Her knees were up. There was a dark, spreading stain of cum and cunt juice under her twat crack as Bill's load slithered out of her hole.

"Ohhhh, you're wasting it, Wilma!" Sandy cried, crabbing around on elbows and knees to hover over the girl's profuse bush. She put out a hand and pushed Wilma back, then scooped her hands under the full buttocks and lifted her cunt up so that it wouldn't drain onto the ground any more.

"I promised, Wilma," she said. "Ohhh, Bill come fuck my asshole while I lick your cum out of her cunt!" she moaned.

She dipped her head, waved her ass, and glued her mouth to Wilma's pussy, drilling her tongue into the sopping hole and swirling it around, scraping up all the juices and fluids coating her pussy walls.

"Yahg!" Wilma barked sharply, her eyes popping open. She looked down at the blond head buried between her thighs and put her hand on the back of it, even though she didn't need to hold Sandy there at all.

She watched Sandy draw back, her tongue extended fully. It snaked out of her cunt and drew with it a long string of jism that sagged toward the ground. She lapped it into her mouth and rolled her eyes.

"Mmmmm," she moaned dipping back for more.

Wilma looked at Bill over Sandy's back. He was on his knees, staring at the open ass, the licking tongue. He was jacking his hand up and down his slippery cock, trying to get the sagging thing hard again.

"Oh, Bill," Wilma said huskily. "She's going to make me come again." She shook her head in awe, her eyes slightly glazed. "Bill, I've never… I've never had my cunt sucked out like this! Ohhhh, I'm going to come, honey, I swear I am. Right ohhhh, I don't know why your prick isn't hard as iron right now, honey, because I'm going to come while she's begging you to fuck her ass, and ohhhhhh, watch me, Bill – watch me come! I'm going to come! Yes! Now! Ahhhhhhgh!"

Her eyes rolled upward. Her mouth fell slack. She tried to keep watching her boy friend because it was exciting to have him watch her come, but her eyes wouldn't stay open the last thing she saw was the way he was hunched up behind Sandy's ass, trying to cram his half-limp cock into her sucking, pulsing hole. Then there were bright stars that pounded across the backs of her eyes.

Bill put the head of his prick to the tight asshole and pushed. His prick doubled up and felt as if it would snap. He swore softly and tried again. He looked feverish about it. The harder he tried, the limper his prick became. Jacking it didn't help. He grunted and gasped and looked up at Wilma, and that was when he saw Frank and Vera, standing at the edge of the small clearing watching them.

"Aw, Frank," he groaned. "I can't get it up! Just when I've got the chance of a lifetime, I can't get this! God, this little twat's a fucking ball buster, man. Here – you fuck her ass. She's begging for it," He tried once more, watched his prick bend double, and sat back on his heels, looking terribly forlorn as his eyes riveted on the circling, winking, pulsing little asshole with the wet cunt lips pouting down underneath. He lifted his hands and let them falling a shrug, "She's all yours, buddy. I just can't hack it for a few minutes. Better get it while it's hot and still not for sale."

All the talking penetrated the lust swimming around in Sandy's head. She lifted her dripping mouth from Wilma's pussy and saw Vera. As usual, Vera was looking horrified and shocked and disgusted.

Mostly that, anyway.

She looked again and saw a slightly different expression on her friend's face. The violet eyes were a little too bright. The haughty tilt to her head wasn't the same. The lips weren't as compressed as they usually were. And maybe it was just because she didn't have a bra on, but the nipples stood stiffly out from the ends of her jutting tits and showed clearly through the white top. There was the hint of a dark, wet stain at the crotch of her red shorts, too.

Sandy took it all in and smiled happily and cutely at her friend. "Oh, Vera – do it! Live! Damn you, wake up and live!" She wiped cum from her chin with the back of her hand, ready to do anything there was to have her friend get fucked.

She held out her hand, beckoningly. Vera looked at her. Her lower lip trembled as her violet eyes taking in the scenes of lewdness before her – Bill's wet cock, Wilma's swollen pussy, Sandy's wet lips and chin. She was terribly conscious of Frank's presence beside her. She could almost feel his desire for her coming across the small space between them, and her virginal cunt tunnel squirmed deep inside and throbbed heavily.

She couldn't deny she was aroused this time. All the other times she'd watched Sandy be wanton and totally abandoned, she had felt nothing but disgust and revulsion for the animalness of it all.

But this was a time for change, and the changes were happening. Maybe with Frank… maybe if they were alone. Or maybe just with Sandy to help her.

But not with Bill Bast and Wilma watching. Not when it was so blatant and obvious. Not when Sandy was so pervertedly wanton and unrestrained.

She balled her fingers into fists of frustration at her sides. She sucked in her breath. She turned her head and looked at Frank, and it was odd that she wanted him so very much at that moment. Wanted to feel his arms around her and his body against hers and his cock sliding up and up into her virginal, yearning cunt.

"I'm sorry, Frank," she said softly, "I just can't. It… it's not you. I want you to know that. It's not you. If it could be anybody, it would be you. I'm sorry."

His eyes swept over her face. A small smile came to his lips – a look of disappointment but understanding.

"It's all right, Vera," he said quietly.

"Oh, Christ, Vera if you're not going to fuck him, then I will!" Sandy moaned, stroking at her pussy again. She hadn't heard a word that had passed between them. She'd only seen the shake of Vera's head. "God, I want a cock up my ass! Fucking into my asshole! Filling my butt with a flood of hot cum! Frank, if you don't get over here and show this limp-pricked pal of yours how to cram a girl's ass full of hard cock, then I'm going to come over there and climb your frame again!"

Vera looked at Sandy and nearly recoiled. "Oh, Sandy!" she cried, turning away, her eyes brimming with quick team.

"Wait!" Frank said, starting after her.

She crashed through the brush – back to the path and ran along it. He began chasing her, then stopped and sighed. He turned back twice, looking after her, then up the slope, going around in circles of indecision. He looked down at his crotch and saw the hard line of his prick and sighed again. He made his way back up the slope to the clearing, unzipping his pants as he went toward Sandy's beckoning ass.

"Oh, baby," she moaned, her eyes brightening cutely. "I need that hard cock! Come fuck my asshole with it!"

"You bet I will," Frank said.

There was a strange expression on his face, a kind of flat look. He pushed Bill out of the way and got behind her round, tight ass, looking down at the deep cleft between the smooth cheeks. He grabbed her hips and palmed the full cheeks open wide, displaying her pulsing, ready asshole.

"Ohhhhh, yes!" Sandy moaned, waving her butt at him, like a red flag at a bull. "Stick it in there, Frank!"

He lifted his hard cock and put the tip against her asshole. He set his jaw and then rammed forward.

"Ahhhh, God! It's too dry! You're killing my ass! Spit on it, stick it in my cunt first – do something!"

Frank pressed ahead, pulling back on her hips at the same time. He felt the burning friction of her rubbery butt hole as it stretched painfully around the tip of his dry prick head.

"Hey, Cobb – what the fuck you doing to her?" Bast asked with mounting concern.

"I'm giving the lady what she wants, Bill – a big cock up her asshole." He grunted, heaving forward again, hating himself and yet not caring how much he hurt her. She needed fucking.

His prick sank halfway up the shaft, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from howling at the pain it caused him. He wasn't sure whether the skin had split and peeled back or the rod had simply snapped. Her asshole clutched his cock like a pipe wrench. But he gripped her hips all the harder and kept cramming it in, because she had spoiled something with her cute, hot little body and big mouth that she shouldn't have spoiled.

To his total amazement, Sandy reached under her belly between her thighs and circled her flowing pussy with her fingers and moaned with blazing heat.

"Ohhhh, God! That's good! Frank – fuck my asshole all the way! Yaaaah my God! It burst! God, what an ass fucker! There-there! It's all the way up me! I feel your hot, hard balls slamming into my pussy lips! Ahhh, Christ – I love it!"

Her little body shuddered. Her fingers swirled and slopped through the wet meat of her pussy, becoming coated with her flowing juices. She reached farther back and wrapped them around his balls, squeezing.

Frank paused. He was afraid he would now die. But she only rolled his nuts erotically while she began a weaving, circling motion with her ass that made him start forgetting about the burning sensation in his cock.

The girl was incredible. She couldn't be hurt. When it came to sex, she had a way of turning pain into bliss and couldn't be hurt.

But now, her tight ass mouth was milking up and down his cock shaft, and the heavy tube of meat was no longer dry. Her sopping fingers had drenched his balls and circled the pipe of prick and felt all around the tight hole between her cheeks that was being so thoroughly pierced by it.

Frank couldn't help tipping his head back and letting out a growl of pleasure. This had turned into one of the tightest, most thrilling fucks he'd ever had, and he felt the cum start boiling up inside his milked prick and juice-drenched balls.

He rammed into her fine, tight asscheeks again and again, jarring her little body, making her tight tits jiggle and shake under her chest. He slid his hands along her tiny waist and reached around to fill his hands with them. He saw her head hanging, her mouth open, saliva drooling from it onto the ground.

"Ohhhh, fuck my ass," she groaned in a strange voice. "Squeeze my tits and fuck your cock all the way into my butt! God, they're going to squirt! They're going to spray milk from the tips and fill your hands, I swear they are… oohhh, I can't go on – can't hide… oh!"

She jerked her head up. Her eyes went wide. The cords in her neck stood out. The freckles on her nose seemed to glow. Then she opened her throat and let out an animal sound that had a primitive quality.

Her ass muscle tightened around Frank's cock and milked and sucked at it, drawing the flood of jism she sought up through it and into the depths of her dark, clinging tunnel.

"Ahhhhh, shit!" Frank bellowed, ramming his thighs fully against her round asscheeks and his cock into the spasming hole as far as it would go.

A torrent of hot cum pulsed and squirted through his prick into her ass. His own cheeks clenched and relaxed and clenched again as he pumped his white hot enema into her little body and flooded her ass.

And with each squirt, he thought of Vera.

CHAPTER FIVE

He stopped chewing on a stem of grass and cocked his head and listened again. "Hey, what was that?"

The other one listened too. It was hard to hear anything over the chirpings and whistlings and rustlings of the woods. He pushed away from the outcrop of rock he was leaning against and brushed the dirt off the butt of his pants, flinging a pebble into the bushes.

"This is startin' to drag, man," he grumbled.

"I could swear I heard somebody yell – growl, kind of."

"That was Harley makin' a she-bear come, man," he giggled. "Son of a bitch'll fuck anything."

"Maybe he beat us to them. They should have been here by now," he said, checking his watch.

"You believe anything that nasty bitch tells you, don't you. Shit, for all you know, she's back there having herself a good laugh with that redhead cunt, just jackin' us off, makin' us sit out here in the fuckin' woods."

"She steered us right last night, didn't she?"

He grabbed his crotch and massaged his balls, remembering. "Yeah, man, that she did. I been thinkin' about how we should be paying the captain another visit instead of sitting out here wasting our time. I never saw a cunt swallow so much cock in all my life – especially for a lez."

"We've got three of them coming our way in a few minutes, Pete. Think you're up to it after last night?" He chewed on another grass stem thoughtfully. "Speaking of up to it, I wonder just what the lieutenant's game really is."

"Who gives a shit, man?" he laughed. "It's ass! Hot cock-gobbling-ass! That's all I heed to know! She points her finger, and I follow my pecker, straight as an arrow. Long as I don't have to lick her, I don't give a shit. Nasty – nasty bitch! Whew!" He made a face and spat on the ground, nearly losing the start of a hard-on, just thinking about Beth.

"Here we go," the other one said quietly, sounding alert from his squatting position against the outcrop. His eyes riveted the trail through the screening bushes as they picked up another flash of red through the motley shades of green.

"Only see one of 'em, man." He rolled another stone in his hand unconsciously. "Shit," he said softly. "We grab her, wait for the others and let her go, or what? Dumb cunts were supposed to stay together."

"If the others are back there, they're way back there. Let's grab this one, hold her a minute, see what happens."

"Yeah, man," he giggled softly. "A bird in the hand is worth two down the path. Holy shit, will you look at that… prime, man, prime! God damn, that's sweet pussy! Who gives a shit what the bitch's game is when she puts us on to stuff like this! Come on, man, don't let her get away!" He began slinking through the bushes quickly, heading for the interception point they'd planned on earlier, a place where the path went around a nose of rock in a tight kink. He pulled the rope from his back pocket in readiness. His prick stretched inside his pants until it looked like he had a hammer handle in his front pocket.

Vera's feet fell, one after the other, thoughtlessly. Her legs flashed in the patches of sunlight filtering through the leaves on her arm; her tits bounced up and down inside her white tank top the full cones of flesh tugging at her chest; the nipples standing out from the tips, full and erect from the stimulation against the fabric.

She wasn't conscious of running. There was only the feeling of flight. Tears kept stinging the backs of her eyes, blurring her vision, because this had been the last straw with Sandy.

Even though they'd been like sisters, Vera was going to break it off with Sandy. She was getting too wanton, too single minded, too thoughtless and uncaring. The only thing on her little mind any more was sex. Any kind of sex. From anybody. Boys weren't people to her. They were implements of orgasm. Now girls, too. She'd become so insensitive it would be animals next.

Sandy should have seen it. The person who knew her best in the whole world should have seen that Frank was the first boy to spark any interest at all in Vera. But she'd been blind to all but her own lusts just now. Wanting Frank to her her up the ass God! She'd become an animal.

Vera didn't know why she had the feelings she did about Frank Cobb. It was all too few for her to have feelings for a boy meant you had to admit to being a girl, and she'd never done that before. She wasn't sure she was doing it now. All she knew was she felt funny, completely different from any time in her life.

Was it because Frank reminded her so much of her father? Did that mean she was attracted to her father? Sexually?

The idea overwhelmed her. She shook her head as she ran along the path, hardly seeing where she was going. She started around the tight curve and literally bumped into them, nearly knocking herself down.

Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened to squeak with shock and surprise, and then she knew something was terribly wrong. Something black came over her head just as a big wad of cloth was stuffed into her open mouth.

Strong arms twisted hers behind her back. Loops went around her wrists and bound her hands. One of them picked her up and swung her over his shoulder, while the other one grabbed her feet and bound her ankles instantly, preventing her from kicking.

They worked quietly. She heard little more than grunts of effort and inhalations of breath. Then they were crashing through bushes that swiped at her bare legs and arms. The one carrying her had his arm strongly about the backs of her thighs. His hand felt her ass through the red shorts, and the touch made her scream with outrage into the gag.

When they stopped, they dumped her onto the ground on her back like a bag of potatoes. Then there were hands all over her tits, mauling the firm cones, squeezing them, yanking the tank top up and over her head, yanking when the garment became tangled in her dark hair.

"Shit! Look at these knockers, man! I can fuck the hell out of them!"

Vera felt a rough hand squeeze the base of her tit, elongating the pointed cone until the nipple felt ready to pop. Then a hot, wet mouth sucked down the spire of her tit, the lips stretching wide to accommodate as much of the flesh as he could get into his mouth. His tongue wrapped around her rubbery nipple and pulled, sucking hard, stretching it, making it snap back with incredible sensation.

Hands were at the waist of her shorts, pulling them down, nearly ripping them from her flaring hips. The fabric dug into her skin stinging. She struggled as well as she could, bumping her butt up and down, trying to spread her knees to make it harder to get the shorts off. All the while, she screamed and yelled behind the gag, making hardly a sound.

It was happening to her. She was being stripped not only of her clothing but of her dignity, her independence, her individuality as a woman. They were going to use her, abuse her, treat her as a thing instead of a person.

She was about to become a sex object.

When she felt her shorts being stripped down her legs and off her feet, she shook her head, rolling it back and forth on the ground, screaming as loudly as she could through the gag.

A hand came up her leg, tracing the curving line of it, moving over the top of her thigh and sweeping around to the soft inner surface. She clamped her thighs tightly together, feeling the way he was staring down at her naked pussy, eyeing it lustfully, wanting to use it for the pleasures of his hard prick without caring whether she derived pleasures too, in total denial of her rights as a person.

Her clamped thighs had imprisoned his hand. She felt his fingers wriggling between them, bringing shameful sensations shooting through her mind. She heard him chuckle, a low, wet sound, as if he were enjoying teasing her. It was only teasing, too, because they both knew what the net results of her struggles would come to.

Still she had to keep it up. She had fought all her life for her rights and she couldn't stop now. When she felt his wriggling fingers inch up the satiny, firm inner flesh of her thighs toward her trembling pussy, she had to give out another scream behind the gag.

She flopped and bucked, turning her hip, managing to roll over onto her stomach. It was a futile effort to hide her pussy and protect it. What was worse for her, as she was about to discover, the new position left her ass exposed and vulnerable.

"Oh, God…" the man said softly. "Pete, look at this ass – just look at it! Full, firm, round, sweet ass!"

Vera heard the rasp of a zipper. Fright sang through her mind, and her eyes stared wide inside the blackness of the bag. She remembered the sight of Sandy's flaring ass just a little bit ago, the way she begged Frank to come fuck his big prick up it.

She choked back a quick sob. God, if she'd only let Frank take her into the bushes and fuck her; she could be with him now, instead of…

The man's hand swept over her bare ass. It squeezed the resilient globes of flesh, testing the springiness. It dabbled down into the deep, sweet cleft between the cheeks and made her moan. When she started to buck again, the other one came and sat on her back, and she was horrified to feel his hairy balls and naked butt cheeks against her flesh.

"Yeah, man, that's a nice ass. You gonna fuck it?"

"What do you think? I get first this time, remember?"

"I wanna fuck that pretty face of hers. How'm I gonna do that when she's on her fuckin' stomach, huh?"

"Use your imagination, Pete. Do I have to tell you everything about how to fuck?" he grinned.

There was a snort from the one on her back, and then she felt her ass cheeks being pried apart. She gasped and tried to buck again as she felt her dainty asshole being totally exposed to their sight. At the same time, she knew her pussy lips were visible. And she squeezed tightly with all the muscles she could find in the area of her crotch.

"That's it, honey – tighten it up. I like it tight. It feels so damn good when I sink my cock into a tight, clinging asshole. God, what sweet buns!"

To her utter horror, Vera felt him lean over her ass crack. She could feel the puffs of warm breath on her cheeks. Then she shivered tightly when a warm, wet, velvety something slid along her crack and swept over her asshole again and again, finally drilling into the pulsing little hole. God, it was his tongue! He was licking her asshole!

She shuddered again and again, moaning into the gag, feeling her tit tips pressing into the dark, warm earth under them. Her pussy began squirming and quivering, and when she felt his tongue go between the satiny, virginal lips and slurp at the very mouth of her cunt, she groaned because she was feeling sensations she didn't want to feel.

"Damn – how's she taste, man?" the one on her back said huskily.

"Sweet, real sweet. Mmmmmm!" He drilled his tongue tip into the mouth of her pussy and lapped back up over her asshole again, wetting her down thoroughly.

Vera couldn't help shivering again. He wasn't being quick and brutal with her. Maybe if he had been, she could have resisted longer. He lapped gently, massaging her asshole with his tongue, dipping the tip in and out, toying with her. She couldn't help but think of the way Sandy had sucked her pussy the other day and made her come. She moaned into the gag again and found that she couldn't keep her butt cheeks clenched together as tightly any more.

"That's it, honey – let it feel good. There's nothing wrong with letting it feel good. Loosen up, and it won't hurt at all when I slip this big prick up your ass."

He massaged her buns, the backs of her thighs, the sides of her hips. All the while, his tongue washed and licked around and around the wrinkled little butt hole, massaging more warmth and feeling into it than she would have imagined possible.

He stopped. She heard him spit into his hand. Then she felt him move around, straddling the back of her thighs. His hand palmed her butt cheeks apart again, and her wet asshole pulsed and quivered and tickled when a draft of air brushed over it.

It was nothing to what she felt when the slick, velvety, hot head of his cock pressed between her cheeks and slid down the deep cleft and hooked into the rubbery ass mouth.

"No-no!" she cried inside the gag, trying to thrash and squirm but being unable to move. She sucked in her breath and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. It was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Damn look at that little asshole shake for your cock, man! Just quiverin' like a Goddamn fish hungry for your big worm!"

The one behind her pressed forward. She felt the wide, smooth prick head stretch her ass mouth, forcing it open. Pain shot through her butt. The thing was too big. It would never go up her ass. She didn't know how Sandy could possibly take it in the butt.

She squealed and wriggled as hard as she could, nearly blacking out. Then something happened. The pain became a dull throb, not the sharp, burning sensation it had been.

Her asshole was stretched wide, now. She could feel his prick head inching into her body. There was a popping sensation as her ass muscle flared out around the wide cockhead and then snapped back around the top of the shaft.

"Ahhhh, Christ!" the man swore breathily. "So tight she's going to pinch it off! Run around with a cockhead stuffed up her butt, plugging it! Jesus, baby, relax a little. I'm trying not to hurt you, just fuck you!"

The dull throb went on, spreading all through her butt. It was a deadening kind of sensation. It made her muscles not work as well. They quivered and slackened and let him invade her body in total betrayal of her will.

"Ahhhh, that's better, baby – better! Here it comes, now, all the way! Take it – take it! Ahhhh!"

He pressed down and down. His prick ran deeper and deeper into her ass. Her spine stiffened, and her cheeks shook. The lips of her pussy bloated and flared open, and she knew juice was leaking from her shameless, betraying cunt. She made throaty sounds into the muffling gag and was aware of the way her tits expanded and bore twin holes in the soft humus beneath her chest.

She couldn't believe the sensations she felt. The sharp pain was gone now. The dull throb was barely noticeable, having merged with another sensation, one deep and dirty and thrilling, one that made her butt actually begin to open for his entering prick.

She groaned inwardly, realizing what was happening to her now. She wanted it! She was not only taking his prick into her body, she wanted it in there!

God, she wanted to be used!

"Ahhhh, yes, yes," he gasped, sinking fully onto her ass, his prick all the way up her butt. His thighs flattened her round cheeks, and they were warm and hairy against her smooth flesh.

He began drawing back, his cock shaft rippling past her stretched ass muscle, vibrating it, making it sing with sensation. When the tip was nearly out of her, she felt herself lift her butt up and back like a shameless, whore, reluctant to give it up now that she'd had a taste of it.

"Like that cock huh, baby? Well, here it comes again! Eat it up! Gabble at it with your tight asshole, and maybe it'll give you a big drink of something hot and yummy!"

He pressed against her again, feeding his heavy prick into her hungry mouth, and she felt her asshole suck and pull and gobble lewdly, just the way he'd wanted. She moaned and shivered and felt as if she would lose her mind when his hand came around her hip and cupped her steaming cunt.

His fingers played with her pussy lips, rolling them, opening them and closing them around his finger. He swirled the nub of her clit and made electric shocks race through her body until she was moaning with undeniable lust, begging to be used and abused some more.

Her wish was answered. As his cock ran in and out of her asshole, she became aware of the other one stretching out beside her head. He lifted the bottom of the black bag, but not enough so she could see.

"I'm gonna fuck your sweet mouth with this horny prick, baby," he said to her. "I'm gonna take this gag out so I can stuff something in there you'll like lots better. But I don't want any horse shit from you, get me? You try to yell or bite my prick or anything stupid, and I'll bash that pretty face in, hear? You hear?"

Vera nodded quickly, answering him so that he would quit pulling her hair. It felt as if he were going to lift her scalp off.

His fingers worked at the gag. It came out of her mouth. At the same moment, the one fucking her ass drove down against her, running his cock deep. She couldn't stop the moan that welled from her throat.

"Yeah, baby – just like that. Keep that pretty mouth open, those soft lips round and full and wet. Here, honey, suck on this. It's great to get fucked from both ends at the same time."

She smelled his cock and recoiled from the strange aroma. Then it was pressed against her lips, soft and velvety and slippery with the oils seeping from the big eye at the tip.

Flavor slid over her tongue, coated the roof of her mouth. She tasted her first prick and smelled it at the same time, and she couldn't keep her tongue from wrapping around the head and her lips from drawing on the shaft. It was like sucking on a hot dog.

"Ahhh, shit, baby, that's the way. A little more tongue along the bottom. There – yeah! Ohhhh, that's good head, baby, good head."

She couldn't believe, herself. After a lifetime of refusing any part of being used of being a sex object, she was lying on the ground like an animal, taking a cock up her ass and one in her mouth, and liking it! Wanting it!

"Ohhhhh, God!" she cried around the heavy shaft. "God damn you, you bastards -fuck me!"

She sobbed. Tears flowed from her eyes inside the black bag. What the hell had they done to her!

"Hey, damn it, suck! Cut the bawling and suck!"

He handled her roughly, yanking at her hair, making her head wobble around. He crammed his prick into her mouth, stuffing it into her throat.

She gagged heavily. She couldn't help it. She wheezed and coughed and made barfing noises.

"Goddamn bitch! Cut it out! Puke on my prick, and I'll bash the shit out of you!"

"Jesus Christ, you shit head! Take it easy with her!"

"Givin' me orders, you asshole?" he shouted angrily, yanking at Vera's hair wildly, trying to force her mouth down over his prick again.

She screamed. She couldn't help it. The one fucking her ass wasn't bad. The one trying to cram his prick down her throat was vicious and cruel, and he frightened her.

"Shut up, bitch!" he shouted, slapping her hard, making her squeal and sob again.

"That's enough, shit head! Get the fuck away from her! If you can't get her to suck your cock, then wait your Goddamn turn! Christ, I had her warmed up and going, and now she's trying to choke my prick off! Get away from her!"

Suddenly, it didn't feel good any more. His cock was like a log in her ass. "God, you're killing me! Take it out of my ass! It hurts now! HELP!"

She opened her mouth to scream again and the gag was suddenly back in it, stuffed deep. She felt the strength of the hands forcing her jaws closed around it. She winced, waiting for the fist, she feared to come bashing into her face.

She waited for an interminable time. There was nothing but silence, the sounds of the birds and insects.

"Dumb shit!" the one behind her whispered angrily.

"Fuck you. Who's gonna hear her?"

"Maybe the other twats we were supposed to get."

The one at her head got to his feet. She heard him walk away a short distance.

"Sorry about that turd, baby," the one on her back said, his lips close to her ear now, talking softly, breathily. "I had you liking it, didn't I? Huh, didn't I? Answer me." He loosened the gag.

"Y-yes!" she moaned. "But it hurts now. Take it out – oh, please, take your prick out of my ass."

"Just relax again. This is the sweetest, hottest ass I've ever fucked, and I'm too far gone to quit now. Here it comes, baby – take it and like it again!"

He started moving on her back, fucking his hips up and down again. His fingers rolled her clit, dabbled in her wet pussy meat. His prick ran in and out of her asshole, and electric sensations coursed thorough her body despite the fright and pain she'd just been through.

"Yeah, yeah," he grunted breathily. "That's the way, honey – go loose and open. Ohhhh, what a sweet, hot asshole you've got. Jesus, I'm going to come in it. Hot damn, I'm going to flood your butt! Oh, yes! I can feel your cunt muscles sucking at my fingers, running with slick, sweet juice. You're hot too! Come with me, baby! Now! Oh, yeah – do it now! Ahhhhhrgh!"

She nearly did. If he hadn't been quite so quick, she would have come. She felt his prick stretch into her asshole and throb wildly. Hot, liquid steam spurted from his prick into the depths of her butt, making her dark tunnel suddenly slick and wet.

His thighs shuddered around her hips as he pumped and spurted into her butt. His gasping breath bathed the side of her neck with moistness and lust, and she couldn't believe the strange intimacy of the moment.

Just as his prick was bucking out the last jets of cum, she heard running sounds, the other one crashing through the underbrush.

"Some fucker's comin' up, man! Jesus Christ!" he blurted. "You still fuckin' her? I don't believe this! Time for this boy to split, I'll tell you!"

She heard him swear again and continue crashing up the slope as fast as he could go.

"Shouldn't have yelled, baby. We could have fucked up a storm."

He grunted and heaved up off her, pulling his prick from her asshole with a burning suck and pop. Hot juice trailed across the back of her thigh from his leaking cock. She felt her butt hole vibrate with the sudden emptiness, and it pulsed wildly.

He didn't even stay to pull his pants up, doing that on the run. Very suddenly, she couldn't hear either of them any more.

It was nightmarish. They had come and used her and gone, and she lay on the dank ground naked, cum leaking from her asshole, her tits smeared with bits of crumbly humus, her pussy leaking a dark spot on the ground beneath her, the lips still bloated and trembling.

Besides being frightened and jittery, she felt a nagging frustration. She'd been so close to coming, and he'd left her hanging.

"Oh, God…" she moaned, rolling to her side, wondering how she was going to get free, wondering if anybody else were really coming or if the scare had been the nasty one's way of getting back. She rubbed her head on the ground, trying to work the black bag up so she could at least see. It was stuck somehow.

She didn't hear him until he was standing over her, and then she knew he was looking down at her naked body, filling his eyes with the sight of her.

"My God," she heard him mutter softly, a sound of awe in his voice.

"Help me," she pleaded, not knowing whether to be frightened again.

He didn't respond. She heard his breathing. She could tell he was simply standing there, looking at her. Thinking – what?

"Please?" she said again.

She heard him moving around. He went from one side of the small clearing to another and around in a big circle. She followed his movements with turns of her head, even though she couldn't see him at all. She rubbed the ground with her head again, trying to get the damn bag off it. At one moment she was frightened, at the other, not. What could he do to her that hadn't been done already, besides fuck her some more.

He came back. She heard the clank of a belt buckle and knew what he had decided.

"Don't fuck me," she said, knowing the request was useless.

He reached out and rolled her to her back. He pulled the bag fully down over her head, just to be certain it wouldn't slip up past her eyes. He hadn't said a word, except the first soft utterance at finding her bound and helpless and naked.

He slid his hands over her tits, feeling the firm, pointed ripeness of them. He sucked on the nipples, one and then the other. He was quite gentle. At least she could be thankful for that.

His hands moved down her torso, exploringly, testing the smallness of her waist, the flare of her hips, the long, tapering length of her thighs. He slid his hands up the slender columns, his fingers gently kneading the resilient, young flesh.

They moved up and up, until they reached the bloated, sweltering lips of her pussy. He touched the puffy flesh of her cunt gently, whisperingly. He slid one fingertip up the inside, of a silky lip and down the other. He touched the tip of her budded cunt, and Vera couldn't help the quick intake of breath it caused her.

"Oh, God… don't…" she whimpered.

"So beautiful," he whispered with a choked sound.

"Please don't fuck me!" she gasped, feeling him separate her pussy lips and look at the pink, satiny meat of her virginal cunt mouth. At the same time, she couldn't help the shiver of lust that raced through her young body and made her hips lift up ward for more of his touch.

He quickly untied her ankles and then slowly separated her legs, sliding his hands up them smoothly again, getting on his knees between them.

She felt him lean over her body. She felt the heat of his hips and thighs as he lowered himself toward her. Then she sucked in her breath and whimpered when the tip of his hot prick touched the slick, sweet folds of virginal cunt meat and began nosing inside her body.

"No… no…" she cried softly, her hips giving a shameless jerk.

"I've got to," he groaned, sinking slowly, gently down and in.

CHAPTER SIX

Frank Cobb marched purposefully across the campus, not certain what he felt or what he was going to say when he got there.

He felt disgusted with himself for what he'd done to Sandy. Not fucking her in the ass – she'd begged for that. For trying to hurt her. He was glad he'd been unable to because he didn't like hurting anybody.

He was angry that Vera and maybe Sandy were going to leave the academy. He didn't want Vera to leave. She sparked something inside him he couldn't quite define, and he could tell that she was attracted strongly to him as well. He didn't want to lose her.

And he was thoroughly pissed at the two cunt lieutenants he'd met after he'd left Sandy and Bill and Wilma all fucking and hurried around the lake in what he knew would be a futile effort to catch up with Vera and try to explain to her. Instead, he'd run into those two bitches. Beth Smith had tried to do her superior officer number on him again, and he'd all but told her to go fist fuck herself.

They were the reason Vera was going to leave. First the shower duty episode to degrade her, and now this laps around the lake business. There might be ten more things he didn't know about, but the two were enough. When students were ready to leave because of the hazing, somebody had to hear about it. This wasn't the fucking Army yet.

He strode along the walk and under the trees and paused, looking at the small cottage. He swallowed, trying to think of the best way to put things to her. She might be behind it all. They were her subordinates. Maybe they were just following orders. In which case, she was responsible for Vera's wanting to leave. Then he'd let her know he knew it and that he was ready to go higher up to raise hell. If she didn't know what the two bitches were doing, then she should.

He sucked in his breath and headed for the cottage, his jaw set. He rapped on the door. It sounded to his ears like banging. When it opened, he stood there and stared, all the words flying off somewhere.

She wasn't in uniform. She wore a low-cut sundress, dazzingly bright yellow. She had her hair done in soft waves that made her look ten years younger, more feminine than he could have imagined. Her tits thrust at the halter of the sundress, and he could see they were braless. The nipples poked at the material plainly. She wore a low heeled sandal kind of shoe that tied around her trim ankles. A subtle, heady perfume wafted from her supple body and hooked into his nostrils and took his breath away. A delicate gold bracelet dangled from her wrist as she held the door and looked at him.

"C-uh-Cadet Cobb requesting permission to speak to the captain, Captain!" he bellowed in proper military fashion, snapping to attention.

There was a long pause. Could it be she hadn't heard him? He looked at her, feeling flustered. There was a slight smile on her full, red lips, and he couldn't help thinking how Goddamn beautiful she was.

"Come in, Frank," she said softly. "I was hoping you'd come."

She turned from the door, walking inside. He watched the fluid motion of her hips and ass under the skirt of the sundress. He noticed the halter straps had a simple tie at the top of her neck, that her entire back was bare. He closed the door and began following her through the small house, wondering where she was leading him. Maybe there was a porch in back or something.

When she walked into her bedroom and stopped by the bed and turned around to face him, he stood in the doorway, flustered as hell. He'd never been in a captain's bedroom before.

"Ma'am, I've got to inform you of something that," he started stiffly, sweat beginning to trickle from his armpit.

"Later, Frank," she said softly beckoning him into the room to stand in front of her.

Her eyes were deep blue. There was something hot and irresistible in them as she looked directly at him and reached up slowly to the nape of her neck and undid the halter tie. His own eyes bulged when she let the straps down, peeling the cups from her pointed tits. The garment hung from her waist.

"Don't make me give orders, Frank," she whispered breathily. "I'm tired of giving orders." She reached for the top, button of his shirt and began working her way down, sliding cool hands inside the gap and around to his back.

She stripped his shirt from him, making it slide down his arms. She looked at his chest, her eyes roaming over the young, muscular lines of it. She touched him, her eyes distant, as if remembering.

Then she slid her arms around him again and pressed her naked tits against him, the nipples burning into his hard flesh.

A soft expulsion of breath came from her parted lips. She looked ready to swoon or something. Her hips came forward, cupping his, her pussy mound now rubbing back and forth across the cock he couldn't keep from stiffening right then if his life depended on it.

"Captain Garner…" he said huskily, "I didn't…"

"Oh, Frank, shut up and fuck me," she breathed, hugging him tightly to her full, soft body.

"I thought you were supposed to be – oh, God…"

She pulled back slightly and smiled at him in an odd way, smoothing back a lock of hair from his forehead in a manner he'd have to call maternal.

"So did I. Frank," she said. "For too many years, I thought I was lez too. After you've fucked me, you can tell them we were all wrong."

"Oh, Ma'am," he groaned, his cock throbbing wildly now. He knew she could feel it pressing into her pussy mound.

"Later – there's something else you can call me, Frank later."

She drew him toward the bed. She lifted up on her toes and put her soft lips to his mouth, kissing him fully. She ran her tongue between his lips, wet, darting, hot. She unhooked his buckle and slid the zipper of his fly down and began pushing his pants over his hips and ass.

She didn't have to give him orders this time. He reached around her slender waist and undid the zipper of her skirt. The garment slid down over her firm butt cheeks and smooth hips and puddled at her feet.

"Oh, God – fuck me!" she moaned, falling back onto the bed, her knees lifting up and falling wide, her hips rising, her spine arching.

Frank looked at her body and nearly shot his load right then. Her cunt was bald! He stared at the wide-open oval of pink wetness and flew on top of her, feeling like a clumsy bastard.

"God, yes!" She grabbed his cock, testing the girth of it quickly with her fingers, aiming it toward her yearning hole. She put her hands on his ass and pulled inward, making his prick slither up her silken cunt in one slippery thrust. Her mind whirled, her hips circled, her hot cunt muscles squeezed down around the big prick and sucked it deeply into her body.

Vera arched her spine and felt her body shudder. His cock came in and in and in, as if it would never stop.

There'd been too many things up her pussy, fingers and toys and things, for there to be much of a cherry left in her. There was only a quick prick of pain and then nothing but a flood of sensation as she took her first hard male prick into her body.

"Ohhhh, God!" she cried. "You're fucking me! Don't fuck me! Oh, yes – harder! Make me come!"

"Ohhhh, so sweet, soft, slick!" he gasped, stretching inside her pussy, dipping down with his chest so that the tips of her nipples brushed stingingly, erotically across the hairs there.

His prick lay fully in her virginal pussy tunnel, soaking, tasting, feeling the sweet, delicate sensations of her cunt. Her pussy walls shivered and jittered all around the hard length of his prick, sucking and pulsing. Juice flowed from them, making a sea of lubrication for his throbbing prick. He moaned again, sliding backwards slightly, then forward, fucking her gently, tenderly.

Vera couldn't keep from going a little wild. She'd been right at the point of coming with the prick up her ass, and now this new one – and she could tell absolutely that he wasn't one of the two first ones – was being so tender and gentle and erotic with her heated body that she couldn't stop the sensations flooding through her from taking over.

She lifted her knees and threw her legs around his ass, locking her ankles again, willingly this time, without ropes. Her pussy opened wide, and she could feel his cock sink into her another inch. Her cunt lips bloated and puffed out around his hairy root, and she could feel them sucking at big prick wantonly.

Her mind was in a whirl. She rocked back and lay there and let his prick slide in and out of her cunt with increasing speed and fervor.

So this is what it's like to be fucked, she thought. This is what Sandy's been talking about all the time, trying to get her to do.

"Ahhhh, God – fuck me harder!" she cried. "Oh! Ow! My hands!"

Pain went through her shoulder. It made her aware that her hands were under the line of her spine, all cramped together, still tied at the wrists. She couldn't shift the ball it made of her fists that dug right into the small of her back.

"What?" he groaned, clearly hating the interruption.

"My hands are killing me. Oh, please untie them."

He paused, unsure. "This a trick?" His voice sounded funny – kind of strained, as if he were trying to disguise it.

"Does it feel like a trick? Isn't my cunt wet enough for you? Doesn't it feel like I want you to fuck me?" She squeezed her pussy muscles shamelessly around his hard prick.

"Why do you want to fuck me? I'm raping you."

"Not any more. Not now. I'm a woman now. You've made me a woman, and I love it. I want to fuck. Oh, God – I want to fuck! It's crazy, I know, but I don't even care who you are. You're gentle. You care. You started out wanting to use me, seeing that I was tied up and helpless, but you haven't abused me the way the others did. And now I'm using you. Isn't that funny? Oh God, untie my hands so I can throw my arms around your neck and hug you while I fuck your big hard prick!"

He gasped. She felt him shiver atop her and his cock throb inside her. Apparently, he believed her. The strange part was she had meant every word, because it was time for a change.

And she felt changed!

He rocked their bodies to the side, not giving up his deep penetration of her sweltering pussy. His hands worked at the knot, and then her wrists came free.

"Oh, thank you," she groaned, stretching her arms, making the muscles in them work again. She slid them around his neck and hugged him to her, feeling the hair at the back of his neck to see if it was Frank fucking her so beautifully. It wasn't.

She thrust her hips at him, adjusting her butt on the ground. "Now," she cried openly. "Fuck me!"

He puffed against the side of her face and drove his prick into her pussy harder and harder. The angle was different now, without her hands under her back, and it made her pussy tighter than ever, better able to suck around his prick and pull him into her body.

"Ohhhhh, God, yes! Fuck me!" she cried wantonly, tossing her head, wishing the black bag would work up over her eyes so she could see who this gentle, hot fucker was.

It was fitting that she couldn't see him, didn't know who he was. There was no personality, then. Just prick. Just fucking. Just the sensation she'd denied herself all these years. It was pure sex, without overtones or distracting meanings. He was cock, and she was hussy, and her emotions soared.

"Ahhhh, God – it's so good!" he croaked tightly, his voice losing that disguised sound.

Vera gasped and nearly froze. He pumped his prick in and out of her pussy. He gasped and breathed with increasing heaviness, and she knew he was about to come.

Her body went wild. She tossed her hips and sucked with her pussy and fucked him as if she'd fucked a thousand times before and knew just how to bring a man off and make his prick throb and squirt violently in her pussy.

"Oh, God! God!" he groaned. "So hot!"

"Yes! Ohhhh, your prick is so good! Fuck me! I'm going to come!"

"Yes!" he choked.

"Now-now! Come with me! Now! Fuck my girl's body! Fill me with hot cum! Hose it into my pussy and come as hard as you want!"

"Oh, Jesus, what a sweet young kid. Now! I'm coming!"

It was now or never. She lifted her hips and pulled his ass in with her locked ankles, sinking his prick so deeply he couldn't pull it out. Then she moved her hands from his neck and pulled the hateful bag up over her head just as his cock bucked heavily and shot the first jet of hot cum into the back of her pussy. She stared directly into his eyes and saw the shock there as he looked at her face and recognized her. He couldn't have known who she was by looking at her body, because it had been the wrong body for the many years he hadn't wanted to look at it.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" she cried happily, taking his cum into her, her own orgasm whipping through her now. "Fuck this girl's body under you!"

"Vera!" he cried, his eyes shocking open. He tried to yank his hips back and his prick out of her sucking, milking pussy, but she had him locked in tight and he couldn't move.

"Oh, don't stop! Pour your cum into me! Damn you, Daddy – fuck my pussy and come in it and know you have a daughter!"

She shuddered violently, hugging her arms around him, coming and coming. It was the happiest moment of her life. It didn't matter how wrong it was supposed to be to get fucked by your father. It went much deeper than that, far beyond it.

He had felt desire for her. He had wanted her. Now he was pouring himself into her, giving her more of himself now than he ever had – and it was because she was a woman, with a desirable woman's body and slick pussy, not because she was his daughter and he'd harbored incestual desires for years. It was because he hadn't known she was his daughter that he'd been able to fuck her.

"Oh, my God…" he croaked, unable to do anything but lie on her with his prick buried deep and his jism spurting again and again into her sweet young pussy.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned finally, hugging him and kissing him, unable to suppress a tiny giggle. "Don't you see how funny it is? You, me neither one of us can go around any more pretending I'm not a girl. Not now, Daddy. Oh, hell, if this doesn't convince you of it, then I give up. You're hopeless!" She hugged him hard and couldn't stop laughter from bubbling up inside her and making her pussy muscles nip and suck at his full prick.

It took a while. But he started to chuckle too. He kissed her cheek. Then he hugged her tightly, rocking them back and forth on the ground.

"Oh, Vera, I've been such a blind, silly bastard haven't I? God, what was the matter with me. You're beautiful! You're every bit as lovely and desirable as your mother was – more! That's what got me when I saw you there. Oh, Jesus, I hope you don't think I go around taking advantage of tied up girls all the time. It was – I should have known it was you. God, you looked just like her – the way she used to look – the way oh, Vera," he nearly sobbed suddenly, burying his face against her neck. "Vera, what have we done!"

She kissed him gently. She held him. She felt a sob of anguish rock his body. "We've found each other, Daddy," she said softly. "That makes it all right. It does, it does! I've wanted you to love me all my life – for me, for what I am, a girl!"

"Aaagh, what a silly bastard I've been! Running, running, since your mother died, blaming you, jumping from one woman to the next, feeling cheated that I had no son, trying to…" He pulled back and gestured toward her full, spiring tit, a smile cracking his face. "Trying to pretend you were the boy I wanted. Jesus, how blind can a guy get?"

"Pretty blind," she giggled, pushing her tits into him, sucking her wet pussy up and down his prick. "Oh, Daddy – fuck me again? I really liked it. This is my first time, you know."

He looked at her. Her pushed at the ground suddenly. "No, Vera," he said seriously. "This was a mistake – a good one, but an honest mistake. If we did it again, it would be wrong."

He sat behind her, seeming embarrassed now, tugging up his pants. When he had them on, he looked at her naked body again. "I doubt I'll forget," he explained. "You certainly are a girl, honey. No question about it in my mind any more."

"What are you doing here, Daddy?"

"You wanted to see me."

"I mean up here," she insisted, pointing at the ground.

"I got here earlier than I thought I would. I saw a couple of girls lieutenants, I think they were asked were you were. The dark-haired one said you were down here at the lake. So, it seemed like a nice day, and… strange girl. Kept grinning, like she had some kind of joke she was playing." He looked at her, the question just dawning on him. "And what the hell are you doing up here, all tied up and naked? I heard you yelling for help."

"I was the butt of the joke Lieutenant Smith was playing," she said. "Never mind the rest of it. It's over. I want to leave here, Daddy. I want to go out in the world and be a woman, not a soldier boy. That's why I asked you to come up." He looked at her for a long, searching moment. "Of course, honey," he said quietly, "I've wronged you so badly! I don't think I can deny you anything you ask from now on."

"Fuck me again?"

"Except that," he grinned. "Not that I wouldn't enjoy it, mind you, but – you're my daughter."

She hugged him impulsively. "Oh, Daddy! How I've longed to hear you say that!"

"Come on," he said after a moment. "We'd better go see about getting you out of here."

Miriam squeezed her eyes tightly shut, biting her lower lip with her white, even teeth. She felt the big prick slide into her pussy and couldn't repress the shudder that went through her. She knew she shouldn't be doing this – fucking her own son. But maybe just maybe, since she knew for certain she was going to get pregnant again – maybe his cum would be the victor.

She had douched and douched after they'd emptied the last drops in their balls in her pussy last night, and maybe his would… oh, God, it was crazy thinking! She just wanted Paul again some part of Paul! She knew he wouldn't want any part of her when he saw her again. Maybe he wouldn't even recognize her. Two months, eighteen years ago. Wrinkles and sags and maturity intervening. She sure as hell didn't look like a teenager any more. How many women had there been for him since then? Did they swim before his eyes at night in a blurred, indistinguishable line of faces and tits and pussies?

"Ohhh, Captain!" Frank gasped, his prick buried in the wet, warm cavern of her pussy.

Strangely wet.

"Hush! Don't talk!" she said quickly, giving him a slap on his naked butt. His voice wasn't Paul's. He ruined the illusion when he talked. "Don't say another word – just fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fill my pussy with your cum! Ohhhh, God, fuck me the way you used to!"

Frank pumped his prick in and out of her pussy. He didn't know what the hell she was babbling about. He never used to fuck her. And his name wasn't Paul. The captain had flipped her cork, that's what. She was nuts…

But she was a hot fuck that was for sure.

Miriam closed her eyes again. She squeezed down with her pussy muscles. She felt the big, heavy prick running in and out of her cunt. He didn't have Paul's smooth technique yet, but he would do. Oh, yes, he would certainly – do. Besides, she might have forgotten over such a big period of time.

The chest felt the same, hard and muscular. His butt was just as firm and round. His balls slapped at her asshole when he fucked his prick into her, and it all felt very close to the same. Now, if he could just hose his cum into her and knock her up, then a kind of circle would have been gone around. A crazy circle. But there was a certain completeness to it.

"Ohhhhh, God," she cried tightly, lifting her hips, snaking her sucking pussy up around his spearing prick, drawing it back into the depths of her body. "Ohhh, it feels so good to get fucked again!"

Her hands went all up and down his back, around his shoulders, squeezing the muscled flesh. She felt his butt cheeks, digging her fingers into the firm buns, running them up and down his ass crack. She pressed on his asshole with one of them, screwing it around as if trying to fuck his butt with it.

All the while, her thighs swept up and down the outsides of his as she rocked back and forth on the small of her back, sucking and milking at his prick.

Frank didn't know what to make of her. At first he thought she was nuts. Now he wasn't sure. There seemed something almost desperate about the way she was twisting under him and feeling him all over, as if trying to draw some kind of essence from his body.

She sure was a hot one, he knew that. If he hadn't already blown his wad up Sandy's ass, he'd have lost his nuts in the captain's pussy long before now. Her cunt was fantastic. Whoever it was she kept babbling about who used to fuck her was sure a lucky guy. A little dumb, too, for giving her up. She wanted him back real badly – badly enough she was pretending he was the guy. Frank wasn't too young to figure that one out.

"Ah!" she cried sharply, her eyes staring wide. He glanced at her. She was lost back in time somewhere again, he could see it on her face. He felt her lift her pussy up around his cock and milk it.

Some little mouth in the back of her shivering tunnel nipped at the head of his prick and drove him wild. Her fingertip stopped circling his asshole, stiffened, and plunged right in. He felt his cock stretch at least two inches deeper into her cunt as he opened his mouth and yelled and blew his wad.

"Yaaaagh!" he bellowed, spurting and hosing like a green kid with no control at all.

"Yes! Fuck me! Paul, fill my pussy! Oh, God, why did you ever stop! You shouldn't have stopped! I had your son! Aaaaargh!"

She shuddered and pulsed, thrashing wildly under the strong young body covering her. She felt the length of hard cock fucking inside her pussy, reaching for the back of her tunnel to hose it down and spurt cum up into the deepest recesses of her womb.

She nearly blacked out from the intensity of it. The room buzzed, and strange lights danced before her eyes. She even saw a vision of him, bending over, looking down into her face, speaking her name, and the vision even had his voice to go with it.

"Miriam? Miriam? My God, it is you! What son, Miriam? What did you say about my son? Miriam?"

The vision danced before her eyes. It wouldn't go away. It became clearer, more focused, more real. She blinked several times. It wasn't Frank. Frank had his head buried in her shoulder, as if hiding from this man who had intruded into her bedroom at just the wrong moment.

"Who are you!" she cried frantically. "How dare you came in here! Get out, get out!"

"The girl said you left orders for me to come in, Miriam. I didn't know – I didn't realize Captain Garner would be… Miriam, it's Paul Thomas – Vera's father. God, Miriam, don't you remember me?"

She looked at him. She stared at him. Her mind jumped forward eighteen years, and there was no mistaking him.

"Don't I remember you?" she choked. Her eyes blurred with tears. "Remember you? Oh God, Paul!"

She flung her arms toward him, open, beckoning, somehow rolling out from under Frank as if he didn't exist any more. Frank didn't look up. He was totally embarrassed, a little scared, too. He knew one thing. This must be the dude she was trying to recapture with him. He lay on the bed on his side, his face turned away. He wished he could vanish in a puff of smoke or something.

Then it came to him. The guy had said he was Vera's father. Holy shit, did that mean. He dared to look. As he feared, she was standing there in the doorway in her ed shorts. He grinned sheepishly at her. She didn't seem mad, though. In fact, she kept looking from him to the guy hugging the hell out of the captain and back again, the damndest expression on her face.

Then she came around, the other side of the bed – his side – very slowly. It looked like she was floating instead of walking. She knell down and put both her hands on his face, looking right into his eyes. He knew his mouth was hanging open, but he couldn't close it.

Her face came next to his. Her soft lips puckered and touched his in a butterfly's kiss. "Fuck me, Frank?" she whispered oddly. "I want you to fuck me now. Oh, I want you to!" She mashed her lips against his then, pressing his hand against her firm tit, reaching for his cum-slick cock at the same time, pulling on it, trying to make it hard.

Miriam must have overheard. She broke it up with the guy and started half yelling. "No! Vera, no – you can't! Not with him! Not with Frank! You can't let him fuck you! Not in your pussy!"

Paul lifted his head and looked at the boy's face for the first time. Frank looked back. They stared at each other. Vera watched them. Miriam looked around the circle, watching awareness dawn. The two men looked at each other as if they'd each encountered his first mirror and the curious image in it.

"You gave me a son," Paul choked finally. "Miriam, that's what you said when-when…"

"When I was, coming."

"I looked for you, Miriam. I looked and looked. I don't know why I said those things and walked out that day. I went back, and you were gone. I didn't realize how much you meant to me. But you'd gone. You disappeared. I looked for years, and I couldn't find you."

"I was pregnant. Paul. And ashamed. I hid. I – we had a son, Paul. Some people took him. Good people."

The two men were still staring at each other. "Holy shit," Frank said after a moment. Very softly. He looked at the woman he'd just fucked. "Oh, holy shit – Mom?"

Miriam's eyes brimmed. She bit her lower lip and nodded, making a sound that was half choke, half giggle.

"Him?" Paul blurted, looking from Frank to Miriam, shaking his head. "Of course, him – I'd recognize me anywhere. But you were just… you and he…"

"We were fucking? Yes, Paul. I fucked my son – our son. Oh, darling, it's a long story."

"See, Daddy?" Vera said. "We're not the only ones. Want to fuck me again?"

"Again?" Miriam questioned, smirking. "It's another long story," Paul said meekly. "Maybe we can tell them to each other, Paul?"

"I'd love that. Oh, Miriam, you were the only one that meant anything to me!"

Vera leaned over. "Fuck her, Daddy?" She looked at Miriam. "Fuck each [missing text]. Quickly make each other happy, while Frank and I [missing text]."

"You can't!" Miriam said again. "Don't you understand, Vera? Frank's your brother!"

"Half brother, Captain. A guy named Frank Cobb. The only guy I ever felt anything for, besides my daddy and I won't say anything about the rest of it if you don't. I mean, he's not your half son." She grinned. "Move over, Captain. Since there's only one bed here, we're going to have to share it."

She came onto the bed on her back, lying beside Miriam. She looked into her father's eyes, then into Frank's. She opened her legs and took Frank's prick in her hand and pulled him to her.

"Don't fail me now, brother. We've been wanting this since shower duty, and you know it."

"I know it!" he choked.

"What shower duty?" Miriam said quickly.

"A long story, Captain." Frank grinned. "The one I came here to tell you about when you so delightfully interrupted me, Ma'am. But it can wait. Oh, yes [missing text]."

"That's Mom, Mr. Cobb."

He laughed and kissed her mouth fully, just his prick sank into Vera's sweet, yearning cunt. "Ohhhh," he groaned.

"Daddy, Daddy – ohhhh, God, it feels so good, Daddy!" Vera cried, reaching up to pull her father's mouth to hers and kiss him hungrily.

Paul pulled back. He watched them fucking eagerly. He looked at Miriam, who was watching them too. She turned her head and looked into his eyes.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi, yourself."

"Think we can remember how?"

"Let's find out," she said, spreading her legs, opening her bald pussy to his sight.

"What's this about?" he said, his eyes brightening.

"Another long story. Sorry it's going to be a little wet in there for you."

"Won't be the first time. I used to leave it sopping, remember?"

"I've never forgotten."

"Maybe we can – you know. I looked for you a long time."

"You found me. Now shut up and make me remember all of it. Ohhh, like that! Yes! Oh, my God! Paul!"

Vera glanced over at the sound of Miriam's cry. She watched her father's prick slide all the way into the bald pussy. She saw the look of ecstasy on his face and smiled happily. She put her arms around Frank's neck and hung from him, smiling into his face.

"Sorry it's a little wet in there for you," she said.

"In just a minute, it's going to be sopping."

"Fucking my own brother – aren't I terrible?"

"Hell, no, you're the best."

"I didn't mean that," she said, giving him a playful slap.

"Oh, God – Vera!" he gasped.

"Paul!"

"Yes, yes – now!"

"Ohhhh, now! Fuck me. Fuck me!"

"Ahhhhhgh!"

The bed rocked. They bellowed in unison, knowing nothing was going to be the same any more, because the time for a change had come.

Content

J S Bradley
Discipline for daughter

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX