Chapter 3

It was Wednesday of the following week when the police came.

Hal had just got home from work and was in the bedroom changing. Arlene answered the door. As soon as they identified themselves, she felt her head begin to grow light and she knew that the color was draining from her face. She knew why they had come. It was because of the money Hal had stolen from his office. The two men were polite to her as they stood in the entrance hall, but their voices seemed remote, their words sounding as if they were coming through a cold steel tunnel. When Hal came out of the bedroom, the police arrested him. As they escorted him from the house, his head was cast downward. His eyes failed to meet Arlene's even once, and he didn't speak a single word. His usually proud, manly posture seemed somehow less imposing, his slow walk marked by dejection and defeat. Bill and Judy watched incredulously as their father left.

Judy stretched her legs out on the floorboard of the old Ford convertible. She threw her head back happily. The top was down, and even though the April night air was a little chilly she felt warm. She sat in the middle of the seat, her boy friend Jack by her side alternating his attention between her and his driving. She felt carefree. The past two days had been unbearable. Her father had been freed on bail almost immediately, but his presence around the house had not been pleasant. A deadly gloom seemed to pervade the household, making all but the most essential of speech taboo. Her father had been fired, and the family's financial situation was in doubt. At school, Judy's friends had been tactful enough not to mention Hal French's arrest - but they all knew about it. There was a time when her world would have been shattered by this unexpected nightmare - a time when she looked upon her father as the only man in her life. But during the past years Judy had discovered a new side of herself, a carefree, guiltless, happy, hedonistic side of her personality which conflicted with her parents' middle class values. It was for this reason that she found the trauma of her father's arrest tolerable. She knew her brother shared her feelings - that he, too, knew better than to feel personally degraded by their father's predicament. It was her mother, though, that caused Judy the most worry. Arlene was walking around the house like a zombie. Her eyes had been puffy from crying for two solid days. Judy wondered what could be done. If only her mother wasn't so wrapped up in her phony pretense of respectability. Didn't she realize that there were other things in life besides family pride?

Judy kissed Jack on the cheek and turned on the radio.

The stores and houses seemed to be spaced progressively farther apart as they journeyed from the city. Soon they were on the highway which led to Scotch Lake where Ralph's parents owned a cabin. His parents were unaware that their son, a girl and three other couples were going to use the cabin for an all-night party.

Judy smiled devilishly as she remembered the party she had attended last month at the same cabin. There had been just three couples that time - Ralph and her brother Bill with their girl friends, Jack and herself. For six people they sure had done a lot of balling, she recalled. It had been one of the wildest nights she'd ever known. She had come with Jack and ended up spending most of the hours locked in a small bedroom with Ralph. She smiled now as she thought about how her mother was always hinting that Ralph would make such a nice boy friend for her because he was such a fine shy kid. Mom sure was naive! Still thinking about last month's party, she remembered staring in fascination while her brother fucked Ralph's girl. It had been terribly exciting for her, and she regretted that Bill wouldn't be there tonight. It promised to be a wild party - even wilder than the last one, she speculated.

Her lustful memories were turning her on. She scooted closer to Jack so her shoulder was snug against his. Her pulse was racing and moisture was gathering stickily in the crotch of her panties. She guided her hand to Jack's thigh and began to slowly caress his trouser leg as he drove toward Scotch Lake.

Jack's cock had been erect almost from the first minute Judy had got into the car next to him and its throbbing stiffness surged against the restraining fabric of his trousers. His driving became erratic and the car drifted slightly. He was forced to slow down for reasons of safety.

Judy used her hand cleverly, creeping up his pants, circling his groin, walking her fingers across his lower stomach. She never once touched the bulge of his penis, but she still managed to start him squirming around on his buttocks, panting.

She loved to arouse a boy that way; it gave her a sense of power.

The drive to the cabin was only about five miles, but by the time they arrived, both were excessively aroused. During the last two miles, Judy had unsnapped her slacks so Jack had been able to slip his fingers inside to feel her mound through her rapidly moistening panties. Her caresses had become more aggressive, too. When they pulled in front of the cabin, Judy's hand was inside his pants, her fingers warm against the taut pulsating flesh of his penis. Her hand had been working vigorously, causing Jack to slump low in the seat and gasp loudly while struggling to keep the car on the road. Once parked, they quickly disengaged their hands from each other's crotches. Judy zipped up her slacks and smoothed the rumpled material of her blouse which had become bunched around her stomach. Jack's erection still pushed forcefully against the front of his pants as he and Judy got out of the car.

They were walking the short distance between the car and the cabin when Judy stopped short.

"Wow, look at that!" she exclaimed, giggling wantonly and nodding toward a car parked some twenty yards away. In the back seat, two silhouetted figures were entwined, rocking back and forth vigorously. Judy recognized the car - Ralph's. It was his girl friend Vita, she assumed, whose legs were stretched upward, heels locked on the ledge of the open rear window. The speed of Ralph's buttocks rising up and down indicated the couple was at the most heated stage of intercourse.

Judy felt Jack behind her. He placed a hand on each of her shoulders and hugged her back against him as he, too, stared at the erotic sight. His erection surged against her, pushing at the lower part of her back.

As her eyes focused more steadily on the fucking pair, Judy felt her warm juices seep through her panties and creep along her inner thighs. She'd been thinking about the party all day, getting hornier and hornier as the hours went by. If someone didn't fuck her pretty soon, she was going to go out of her little mind. Jack was welded to her from behind, and his presence there did nothing to still her rampaging lust. Suddenly she wheeled around, breaking his grip on her shoulders.

With sex-maddened eyes gleaming in the faint light of the moon, she groaned, stood on her tiptoes, and threw her head back to present her soft lips up to him. The tall youth bowed his head and their lips joined, tongues briskly licking into each other's mouth. She reached up and entwined her arms around his slim neck. She could feel the tip of his upthrust penis against her belly, and the contact sent an earthquake of longing through her body. Their kiss continued for several minutes, growing wetter, more wanton, more active. Her own breath came in harsh gasps, harmonizing with Jack's labored breathing - and the sound of Vita's passionate murmurs from the back seat of Ralph's car added to Judy's sense of total lustfulness.

She pulled her mouth from his and said, "I can't wait much longer! I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm just so awful horny tonight!"

She could see the lust gleaming in Jack's eyes. The feel of his tall, thin, athletic body against hers was turning her on fast and she felt like fucking him right there on the ground among the leaves and pine needles. Instead, she took Jack's hand in hers and started toward the porch. They passed within a few feet of Ralph's car, and the sight of the copulating couple was much more graphic from this distance. Judy stared right into the back seat of the car as she passed, and she saw Jack was doing the same. Unconsciously her pace slowed so she could have more time to take in the frantic action. Ralph's white ass was squirming around, his buttocks clenching as he drove again and again into the wildly gyrating Vita. His pants were down around his thighs, his shirt unbuttoned as Vita ran her hands hotly across his heaving chest. He's only sixteen and already he's got as much hair on his chest as Father! Judy thought excitedly, remembering how his hairy chest had tickled her erect nipples the last time they had fucked. Vita was squealing insanely now, her bare feet sticking straight out the window, toes clenched and pointing at Judy. The sight was too much for Judy, and she headed for the cabin, tugging Jack behind her.

The only light inside radiated from a fireplace in a far corner of the main room where several logs were burning brightly. Lying on their stomachs side by side facing the fire, a blanket beneath them, were Connie and Linc. They were dressed and unrumpled. Even though they had been alone in the cabin, they were not in the midst of any sexual foreplay. Their voices were low and serious, and Judy realized they were talking philosophy, as usual. They were an intellectual pair, and it often seemed they didn't fit in with the rest of the gang - yet they were two of the most likeable seniors at Washington High. Sometimes Judy thought that Connie would rather discuss Plato than screw, but once Connie got turned on, she really got turned on and it took a lot of sex to cool her off. Judy knew from experience that Linc was an able stud once he got sexually aroused.

The two on the blanket turned and uttered brief, friendly hellos. Then they returned to their conversation, ignoring the new arrivals who made their way into the only bedroom. Jack closed the door, and they were alone in the dark room. They stood kissing passionately. Then, as if by secret signal, they made their way arm in arm toward the bed. They sat on the edge and kissed again, this time holding the embrace for a long while, their tongues making frantic circles inside each other's mouth.

"Want to get undressed?" Jack asked when the kiss was broken.

"Yeah!" Judy responded in a throaty whisper. "Oh, yeah, baby, do I ever want to get undressed!" The thought of his nude flesh against hers sent waves of insane lust through her. She reached into his lap, her palm cupping the bulge of his penis through his pants. Then her hand went quickly up to his belt, undoing it. She considered undressing him, peeling away his clothing bit by bit in a slow, teasing manner like she had so many times in the past. But she was too hot, her panties already like tissue glued soggily against her quivering vagina. Her hand came back to her own lap. Her fingers brushed briefly between her thighs, and she smiled a little as she felt how her juices had leaked through her slacks to form a warm circle around her crotch.

She began to unbutton her blouse with one hand while freeing the snap of her slacks with the other. She kicked off her sandals, then stood and worked her pants and undies down over her young hips. It was too dark to see much, and Jack could barely make out her silhouette. But even that was exciting to him - the outline of her nude hips and thighs, her blouse hanging open, no bra beneath, her slacks and panties bunched at her feet. He stood and began stripping frantically. Judy watched him, finding his haste thrilling; the mad way he was stepping out of his pants excited her. He practically ripped his shirt off.

They were both naked.

They melted together, their mouths fusing. Judy stretched up on her tiptoes, her head tilted, Jack's tongue firm and aggressive inside her lips. Oozing from the head of his erection was an abundance of sticky liquid. His seminal fluids clung to her belly as his cock was sandwiched between their heated bodies. She squirmed against him as the kiss continued. Her tits were crushed against his lower chest, nipples hardened and throbbing savagely. She groaned into his mouth like a woman ready to come at any second. She felt it all gathering within her, a great storm of excitement, a furious raging river of passion. Her toes clenched against the hardwood floor. She pressed her body still more forcefully against his until the pressure was delightful and agonizing at the same time. Their kiss became combative - a miniwar fought with nibbling teeth and thrusting tongues. She tightened her lips and began to suck hard, causing Jack's tongue to plunge deep into her mouth, almost to her throat. No gentleness left in him now, both his hands pulled viciously at the back of her head. She couldn't stand it any more. She was too hot. Somehow she managed to free her lips from his and turn her head to one side.

Hotly she whispered in his ear, "Let's get on the bed now, I've got to..."

"Got to what?" he teased.

Long ago she had learned how Jack liked to hear crude words and phrases uttered from her trembling young lips. She didn't mind; it excited her, too. What could be more exciting while fucking than to speak honestly and passionately from the soul of your sexual being?

She spread her legs a little wider and licked his earlobe, making him squirm and rub his penis against her stomach. She whispered, "I've got to get fucked! You've got to fuck me, Jack, or else I'll die! I'm so hot it's running down my legs! Fuck me, please! Fuck me!"

Her voice was gaspy and uneven. They crashed to the bed together, the old mattress acting like a trampoline beneath them, causing them to bounce nearly off its surface. Jack ended up flat on his back sideways across the bed, his feet hanging over one side, while Judy straddled him, her legs doubled under and her knees at the sides of his hips. His erection was grazing her wet cunt, and she wasted no time reaching for the hard cock. She guided the long, slender erection into the opening of her vagina and immediately began to circle her hips, until the staff was imbedded all the way into her tight young channel. She sat still momentarily, savoring the feel of his penis. She squeezed it with her muscular cunt. Then she hissed loudly, her lips parted, and started a feverish up and down tempo.

"Jack!" she cried. "Oh, Jack, it's so fucking good!"

She could see the outline of his face, his lips widely parted, great gusts of breath heaving out of him from his straining chest. Now and then his eyes reflected what little light there was in the room, and Judy knew his hot gaze was fixed on her wildly pumping hips. Her own eyes were wet with lust, glazed over and pleading, and she wondered whether Jack could see the same aroused sparkle in her stare that she saw in his.

Her fluids filled her cunt, causing less and less friction as his cock plummeted into the depths of her pulsating vagina.

"Jack, I'm going to come right away - right away, baby, I'm so hot!" Her voice was an outpouring of alternate high and low tones, garbled sounds and sobbed syllables. She felt a powerful orgasm welling up within her.

She sat down heavily on his hips and the feel of his throbbing cock, shoved up her cunt as far as it would go, sent her mind spinning in erotic delirium.

"Aaaa!" Jack groaned as Judy began to move her hips in an increased circular tempo. "Judy, don't stop!"

She had him crazy for it now, and that knowledge - the knowledge that she was driving him insane with her wild whorelike motions - made her incomprehensibly hot. She had such power. She could slow her pace and make him plead. She could jerk her groin around furiously for thirty seconds and make him shoot his load of scorching sperm right into her dripping cunt. Beneath her was well over six feet of muscular male animal, and she could control it. Sex seemed so glorious to her. Two people dependent on each other to achieve the single most rewarding experience in life. Sex was beautiful - and right.

Her hands moved to her breasts, her palms rubbing briskly across her hard young nipples. The buds were alive with sensual ticklish delight, sending waves of arousal all across her body. Her whole being seemed sexually ignited. Every part of her seemed to tingle with sexual awareness. She felt like she had never been so hot - and yet she knew better. Every time she fucked, she felt hotter than she had ever been before. That was the beauty of fucking.

Jack reached up and placed his hands atop Judy's. He rode the backs of her hands, feeling her tease and fondle her pretty young breasts. He tightened his thighs, arching his hips upward and lifting the twisting girl with him. Her juices leaked from her cunt to the base of his erection, puddling there, acting as a glue which united their wet and tangled pubic hair.

There was no up and down rhythm now. Jack kept his hips arched high, and Judy ground down against him as hard as she could. Each of them felt a thundering climax approaching. All movement was stopped. Jack let out a deep, loud animal groan as he felt the sperm boiling in his testicles. Judy held her breath, then hissed violently. Jitterish jerks began in her thighs and belly and spread.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh... oh... oh, yes! It's happening! Oh, Jack, it's happening right now! I'm coming! Aaahhhh!"

She tore her hands out from under his and pressed them against his sparsely haired chest. She leaned down, supporting her weight against him with her outstretched arms. Like an enraged mare, she threw her head back and bellowed her lust toward the ceiling. Jack's body was rigid. Only his feet and shoulders anchored him to the bed. Judy's knees were no longer on the mattress; she was being lifted up, way up. Her cunt was contracting, great clutching spasms one after another. Her buttocks tightened and loosened in time with her orgasm.

"Shoot it into me!" she begged, and just then he did.

The first jet of hot sperm left his balls and shivered up the length of his staff. It hurled forcefully from the split in the tip of his cock and slammed against the quivering insides of her climaxing cunt.

"It's coming out!" he blustered. "Want me to pull it out of you? Want me... shit, it's too late! Fuck, oh, fuck, I've got to give it all to you!"

Jack's cry sent new thrills to Judy's brain as her climax continued. Sometimes she and Jack had broken their connection at the moment of his ejaculation, and he had come all over her breasts and belly. They had done that to avoid the chance of pregnancy. She realized now, though, that her boy friend couldn't withdraw even if he wanted to. And it didn't matter. The time of the month was right for her - no chance of conceiving. Not that she would have let him pull it out, anyway. Her orgasm was too intense.

"God, I'm still coming!" she shouted, not remembering the last time an orgasm had lasted so long.

There was a momentary pause between the first hot blast of Jack's semen into her vagina and the next shot. He still kept his hips up high, straining in blissful agony as the next cannonball of jism fired from his tautly drawn balls. His feet pushed down on the side of the mattress, his curled toes dangling over the edge. The second fiery blast of sperm jetted from his cock, joining the sticky pool of secretions already in her cunt. The third and following spasms came more rapidly from his penis, flooding Judy until the sperm poured like a river from her vagina, along the upper parts of her thighs, and dripped to the blanket.

As if by some mysterious mutual signal, they both abandoned their frozen positions. They began to gyrate intensely, Jack falling back to the mattress, Judy jerking and twisting madly like a spineless puppet. She threw herself flat on top of him, her breasts bulging and smashed into his chest, her legs stiff above his, her toes scratching across his shins. He lifted his head to her, turning it sideways to find her mouth. Her tongue was dancing wildly between his teeth as she twisted her pelvis frantically against him, sapping the last of his sperm and feeling the final tremors of her own orgasm ripple in her belly.

He grabbed her ass tightly in both hands and pulled her down harder against him while spearing up at her with his still-spouting erection. They kissed and groaned and fucked until the terminal convulsions ebbed. Then they lay glued together with sweat and sex juices until they finally rolled apart.

"I'm so tired, Jack, so tired!" Judy whispered happily as she began dressing.

"Not too tired, I hope! The party's just starting!"

She smiled, a wickedly satisfied smile that went unseen by Jack because of the darkness. "You don't have to worry about me," she said. "I'll be ready for more fun when the time comes!"

It wasn't just the sex that made her feel wonderful. There was something overwhelmingly exciting about fucking - but, then, everyone knew that. It was more than the fucking, though, that turned her on. It was the whole scene - everyone balling without anyone being exploited, nobody uptight, no one feeling ashamed and dirty. It was so obviously beautiful that she wondered why there were so many people in this world, people like her own mother, who couldn't see how fabulous sex was.

As soon as Jack and Judy had left the bedroom, they discovered that a squabble of sorts was in progress. Ralph and Vita were in the cabin now, standing with Connie and Linc by the fireplace. The four of them were in a line with their backs toward the fire. Facing them, waving his hands irately as he spoke, was George Benson, a physically well- developed but mentally immature youth who had been invited to the party for one reason only: to furnish the marijuana. Usually grass was easy to come by. But several of the group's pot-supplying friends had left the city recently. For the time being, George was their only contact.

"A virgin!" Connie exclaimed, lifting her oversize thin-rimmed glasses to stare cutely at George. "This isn't the kind of scene to bring a virgin to - you know that!"

"Yeah, you were supposed to bring Bobbie," Ralph reminded him.

"Bobbie's old lady is sick, so she had to stay home," George said flatly. He obviously felt ill-at-ease, and he shuffled his feet nervously. He scratched his head several times, messing his long, disorderly hair even more. He made a deliberate point of looking no one in the eye.

"You're a fucked-up kid, you know that!" Connie said, shaking her head in disapproval and bewilderment.

Line leaned over and elbowed her gently in the ribs as if to say: Easy, baby, this dude's got the grass!

George's mouth fell open. His expression became shocked, then defensive, them embarrassed. His eyes mirrored the hurt he felt at the unexpected rejection coming from a girl he had considered a friend.

Judy clutched Jack's hand tighter. She felt sorry for George. George was a fucked-up kid, but he was a human being with feelings, and Judy disliked the way Connie had addressed him. She clung to Jack's hand as the scene before them unfolded. There was a long silence, George staring at the others and those four looking right back at him. Connie glared defiantly, taking on the appearance of intellectual superiority. Linc was expressionless. Ralph and Vita had their arms around each other's waist. Their clothing and hair were disheveled. Both were flushed, evidencing the wild fuck they had just had in the car outside the cabin.

George was fighting back tears when he finally whined, "Well, do you want me to bring her in or not? You don't have to act no different just 'cause she's cherry! She ain't a prude!"

"You bring the grass?" Linc asked.

George nodded.

"Okay," Connie said more softly. She stepped forward and touched George affectionately on the cheek. It was a sincere gesture, because she was obviously feeling a little ashamed of her earlier hostility. Hostility did not become her philosophy of love and, like all the others in the group, she considered herself a loving person. "Bring your virgin inside, George. This might be interesting."

Jack and Judy looked at each other and smiled uneasily.

Susan was the virgin's name. She was a pretty blonde who didn't act at all timid. When Connie and Linc stripped in the center of the main room, everyone was watching Susan, expecting to see her show signs of shock. But she merely leaned against a wall, her eyes riveted to the couple as they disrobed. Just as George had said, Susan was no prude. She was a sophomore who simply hadn't had the opportunity to shed her virginity under circumstances which she felt were appropriate. This gathering of eight young people in a cabin, all of them frank and open about sex, was just the situation in which she had always dreamed of surrendering her virginity. When Connie lowered her nude body to a blanket in front of the fireplace and the naked Linc descended upon her with a gigantic erection in his hand, Susan realized that she was being watched by those around her. George was watching, and Jack and Judy and Vita and Ralph. What did they expect her to do? Go screaming from the cabin? Did they think every virgin was a reluctant prig who had to be raped that first time? Susan was eager to experience her first act of intercourse. The sight of Linc rubbing the head of his penis in the wet hairy slit between Connie's long legs made her own passion boil within her. It had been fifteen minutes since she'd sat in the car outside with George, welcoming his crude but impassioned advances upon her almost fifteen-year-old body. He had kissed her savagely and rubbed her tits and worked his hand up under her miniskirt, and she still felt the heat of sexual longing throughout her body. She watched as the lean, handsome Linc steered his erection into the opening of Connie's vagina.

"Aaahh!" Connie moaned as Linc's cock slid into her passion- drenched orifice. She threw her hands against his shoulders to brace herself as he lowered himself toward her. She spread her legs wide, feet flat on the blanket, knees pointed upward. She made brisk, involuntary sweeps with her tongue around her lips as Line's cock worked deeper and deeper into her saturated vagina. He hovered over her, supporting himself with his arms above and to each side of her head. His hair, longer than hers, cascaded down to tickle her forehead, his blond hair tangling with her jet-black tresses. Line sunk his groin between the open thighs of the mindless girl, his cock sinking into the churning warm depths of her vagina. Connie was so hot for it that she began to jibber, crazy insane sounds pouring from her mouth, exciting her young lover as well as the other six people in the room who were watching. Her belly began to flutter. Her hands slipped from his shoulders, gliding down along his back to his ass where she grabbed his flexed buttocks and drew him closer against her.

Without anyone giving a signal or saying a word, the six young voyeurs gathered around the blanket where Connie and Line were fucking. First Ralph and Vita fell to their knees at the blanket's edge. From a distance of about two feet, they glared with obvious erotic interest as the couple began to twist and strain in an initial effort to establish a fucking rhythm. Vita threw her arm around Ralph's waist and leaned against his strong young shoulder. She was perspiring, her thin blouse clinging to her skin, her clothing rumpled badly from her earlier act of intercourse in the back seat of Ralph's car.

As if drawn toward the blanket by hypnotic command, Judy stepped trancelike across the room, pulling Jack along behind her. They reached the blanket and slowly fell to their knees directly across from where Vita and Ralph knelt. Judy's eyes feasted on the writhing, perspiring forms of the copulating Line and Connie. The flaring, unsteady light cast upon the couple by the fire made the sight seem even more erotic than it would have been had the light been constant and brighter. The shadows crawling across the fucking couple, the fingers of gold firelight, seemed somehow to dance in time to their now leisurely strokes. But the motions wouldn't remain cautious for long. Everyone in the room sensed that Connie and Line were on the verge of losing control, that any second they would give up their teasing, tentative movements and start making wild, abandoned sexual lunges.

Judy noticed that George was now kneeling at the head of the blanket, and at the lower end, where Linc's and Connie's feet were planted, knelt the virgin Susan. All six of the onlookers virtually held their breath as the two on the blanket continued to make slow circles with their glued-together pelvises. Everyone knew it was going to happen any time now. Explosive, animal, frenzied sex. At any second there would be a thunderous surge of activity. The young voyeurs were eager and apprehensive.

Judy gurgled in spite of her efforts to kneel quietly as she watched. Her panties were flooded, not just with Jack's spent seed, but with a renewed flow of her own lubricants. It was so thrilling to watch. Her eyes focused on Connie's face. The girl's large-lensed funky-looking glasses were falling across her forehead exposing her eyes which were glazed over with mad lust. Her mouth was twisted, her firm pink tongue licking frantically across her lips as if she were practicing fellatio on an imaginary cock.