panties, though – these guys are all old-fashioned enough to get a kick out of taking them off you, and you may as well give them all the harmless pleasure you can, in case they think of anything else.'
'Doris – '
'I know, chickie, but there's nothing I can do! Ju'st try to swing with it – you're a sexy little number once you get going, and maybe you can get some fun out of it.'
'Fun -?'
'Sure, why not? I don't go for men, but you do, don't you?'
'I – I guess so – but they're so – '
'Yeah. I know. Well – '
She shrugged again helplessly, and vanished into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Sally found the hairbrush Doris had mentioned and sat down at the vanity and started to take the tangles out of her hair. Fear started to knot her belly again.
How could she get any fun out of it?
Yet…
There had been that strange pleasure she had experienced when she had been sucking Willy's cock yesterday – that curious sense of power as she had caressed the pulsating organ with the sensitive tip of her tongue, and had let it slide deep into the warm clutch of her throat.
The strange pleasure of feeling him reduced to helplessness as her mouth and hands had given him ecstasy.
If only -If only they wouldn't do anything to hurt her! If only they would be content with that kind of oral ministration, she thought she could bear it But there were the things Willy had said – about where he planned to penetrate her – And the way they had discussed who was to have the privilege of deflowering her -And the threats Jake had made, with that hard, cruel look in his stone-cold gray eyes -And the thought of those vicious dogs outside -And suppose they decided to kill her after all? Would Doris let them? Could Doris stop them?
Doris came out of the bathroom, swiftly dressed, patted her on the shoulder, and left the room.
Moving like a zombie, Sally showered and dressed, taking a pair of Doris' clean panties, but putting on her own skirt and sweater. She couldn't find any stockings, and didn't want to put her own on unwashed, so she slipped her bare feet into her shoes and went downstairs to face the day's ordeals.
Chapter 7
The men were sitting around the kitchen table, eating eggs and bacon and drinking coffee. Doris was, cooking at the stove; she flashed a glance of greeting to Sally, then looked away, as though reluctant to reveal their friendship.
'Hey, you're late this mornin', teach,' Willy called through a mouthful of toast.
'Reckon Doris gave her a pretty hard time last night, huh?' Jeny sniggered. 'How'd'ya like eatin' pussy, schoolteacher, huh? Me, I like it fine, sometimes – maybe I'll have me a mouthful of yours if you treat me good!'
'Hope you ain't forgotten how to suck a cock, Miss Avalon,' Willy said, 'cause mine could sure use a little tender lovin' care as soon as I'm done eatin' here.' Jake said:
'She can attend to mine while I'm eating.'
They all turned to look at him, but his face showed nothing.
He said:
She can get under the table an' suck me off while I'm eatin' my breakfast.'
Sally stood in silence, wondering if he were serious. 'Well, whaddya think your waitin' for, cunt?' he demanded. 'Get yer fat ass under the table an' fish my cock out an' do a fuckin' good job on it.'
Doris did not look round from the stove to see her humiliation, but the other three men fixed their eyes on her with grins of unsympathetic amusement.
Sally looked for the easiest way to get under the table – one of them would have to move to let her by.
She said to Willy:
'May I come by your chair, please?' 'Why, certainly, Miss Avalon – a real pleasure,' he declared with an elaborate flourish. 'Only before you do, how about rollin' up that sweater some an' givin' me a nice refreshin' eyeful of them great big boobies?'
Cheeks flaming, she reluctantly pulled the sweater upwards. She couldn't tell why she was ashamed – they had seen her breasts yesterday – but the inhibitions were far from dead yet.
'Mm-mm,' Willy said, shaking his head. 'It'd be a lucky baby that got his breakfast outta them!'
'Hey,' Jerry said excitedly, 'c'm'ere a minute, teach – I got an ideal'
Dubiously, she glanced at Jake.
'You heard what the feller said,' he told her. 'Get over there before I whip your fat ass.
Sally moved around the table to Jerry.
'Look,' he said, and stuck his fork into a fried egg, so that the liquid yolk gushed out. 'What you gotta do is dip your tits in that, see – then I can lick it right off of them.'
Tod, so silent until now, burst into raucous laughter.
'Say,' he gulfawed, 'I'II try that too – Doris, baby, you fry me another egg, okay?'
'Here.' Jerry picked up the plate. 'Go ahead.'
Revolted, she leaned over until the tip of one nipple was touching the pool of egg yolk. Jerry shoved the plate up a little, smearing her areole with the gummy yellow substance.
'Okay,' he said, setting the plate down. 'Breakfast. 'C'm'ere, momma.'
'Ain't you gonna put no salt On?' Willy asked.
'Nah – tit goes good with egg.' He opened his mouth wide. 'Sock it to me, momma.
She edged her breast towards his mouth, and his lips closed over it, sucking almost savagely, so that she flinched a little in discomfort. He slipped one hand up beneath her skirt as he mouthed her nipple, and worked his fingers into one leg of her panties, groping for the cleft of her ass.
'Hoo boy,' he panted, releasing her breast. 'That's some mouthful, sugar!' He squeezed the handful of buttock he was clutching. 'And that's some butt you got there.'
'Gonna check into that today,' Willy reminded him. 'Gonna stick my dork up that little back hole – man, bet it's tight an' hot! Bet she yells her head off!'
'What they call a piece of ass, huh?' Tod put in.
'You gonna have a crack at it too?' Willy asked. 'Hell, it ain't gonna wear out – there's enough for us all!'
'Get under the table an' suck my dick, cunt,' Jake ordered, his icy voice cutting across Willy's exuberant tones.
Willy shifted his chair back, and Sally crouched down, going to her hands and knees to crawl under the table. Willy grabbed her by the hem of her skirt and yanked it up around her waist.
'Sure is a pretty rear end,' he said, and swatted it briskly with the flat of his palm. Sally squealed with surprise, and Tod and Jerry and Willy laughed.
Jake said:
'I'm waitin', bitch.'
She crawled over to him and reached up, awkward in the cramped space beneath the table, to his fly. He parted his legs a little, but that was all the help he gave.
She worked the zipper down and timidly groped inside, finding that his cock was quite soft: She drew it out and crouched holding it for a moment, wondering, then bent her head and ran her tongue over the head.
There seemed to be no response, and she waited, expecting some further instruction, but none came, so she licked it again, and again.
Still nothing.
'Work for it, cunt, Jake said.
Behind her, she heard Willy squirming in his chair, and the sound of a shoe dropping to the floor. The next
