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Corruption of the Innocent

Who is that girl? Who are the depraved hedonists that bring the young hero to his unlikely series of orgasms, while fucking each other silly? This exclusive report takes you to...

"Driving fast down Interstate 80, with my shorts off and two fingers buried in my pussy!"

"Whose fingers?"

"My very own fingers, no one else's! Self-abuse at eighty miles an hour."

"You never."

"Did, did, did, 'n' did!"

"There oughta be a law."

"There would be a law, if the law would admit such a thing was even thinkable. You could have killed somebody, little Sister!"

"Pshaw," Julie pshawed, "I oomfed a dozen times on that trip, and only drove off the road once. It's flat and straight and yum out there, diddling myself on the way to Cheyenne, Wyoming and a whole house full of stiff young American pricks."

Now Julie doesn't always talk like this. We'd had quite a few beers, although I hadn't had as many as the girls. The warm softening effect of beer is very nice on pussies, but not as welcome on cocks, if you receive my meaning. My cock was good and alert inside my boxers at the moment, admiring Julie and her sister Pat spread out on the furniture in t-shirts and panties and little else, Pat's legs spread comfortably apart and Julie's nipples poking at the thin tight cotton. "How about you, sister?"

"Well, one time," said Pat, pushing her shirt up and running her hands over her stomach and thighs, "there was this really cute guy undressing me with his eyes when I was waitressing at Marie's, and then a couple of months later there he was looking lonely in the bar, and I made a pass at him. He fell for it like a stone, and I took him up to the room, and he grabbed my ass and kissed me and the next thing I knew we were fucking each other silly on the couch, and we hadn't even said a dozen words to each other."

"I remember him!" Julie piped up, sitting up with the soles of her feet together, fine little hairs peeking out around her panty, "After you left, he found me up on the balcony, and kissed me, and fucked me with his fingers and his tongue and I just came and came! He was so nice."

"Whatever happened to him?" said Pat, slipping off her panties.

Him was me, of course, and I figured this was my cue to go over and screw Pat's brains out for old time's sake, but Julie was ahead of me.

"I leap passionately upon you!" Julie cried, and she clasped her arms around her sister's thighs and took a mouthful of the smooth hot flesh. Pat growled and did things with her hips and my cock twitched some more.

"God, we're happy," I said to the world in general.

"Such joy should be shared," Pat said, putting her hands up to her chest and squeezing her own boobs through the t-shirt and bra.

"Shared!" said Julie, loudly, raising her head suddenly from Pat's thigh, where a perfect small hickey had formed. "Yeah, shared!" And she got up and vanished up the stairs, the muscles of her nearly-naked young ass moving adorably.

"What's with the Strumpet?" I asked. Pat shrugged and rolled off of her chair, came over to me on the couch, and putting one knee on either side of my lap, straddled me with her thighs and kissed my mouth with her soft warm demanding lips. I slid my hands over her ass, her back, and then in under her t-shirt to press and squeeze her breasts through her bra. She growled again and pushed her body forward, trapping my cock against my body with her bare moist pussy. Our mouths opened and our tongues played hotly together, and I stroked her naked ass.

She groaned.

Julie clattered back down the stairs, wearing a thin and very sexy housecoat and matching blue heels. She opened the door and turned to us still kissing on the couch. "Ah'll be Bach!"

she intoned, and went out, closing the door behind her.

Pat and I sat necking for a long time, working up serious heat as her thighs stroked my lap and our mouths opened and closed on each other. Her eyes were shut, and she was moaning and panting most erotically. I slipped my fingers in under her shirt and her bra and pinched at her big erect nipples. "Ah, God," she breathed, "God I am so horny you have GOT to fuck me you big sexy nasty man oh god" and I kissed her again to shut her up, and she moaned and writhed in my arms for another long time, and I felt the tears leaking from the end of my poor trapped cock. I was about to toss her onto the rug and fuck her proper when the door opened again, revealing a startled young man with broad shoulders and a tousled blond mane.

"Oh, uh, I..." he explained, his eyes widening at the sight of Pat's panting and exquisite body half-naked in my lap. "Sorry, I..." and he tried to take a step backwards.

"No, no, no, no, no, g'win, g'win, g'win, g'win!" came Julie's besotted voice from behind him, and Julie pushed him into the room and closed the door. Her housecoat was charmingly askew.

"These are the friends I was telling you about. Friends, this is Frederick --"

"Uhh, call me Fred," he said, still staring at Pat. She grinned seductively at him and turned in my lap, aiming the wetness of her cunt at his ensorcelled eyes.

"Frederick," continued Julie, "was all a-lonely down in the lobby, and when I sat down next to him he talked to me very nicely."

"Are you sure he's nice?" asked Pat.

Julie swung around in front of Fred, facing him, and twined her arms around him, and kissed his mouth very decisively, for a long time. Then she pulled back her head and, still looking into his face, said rather breathlessly "He's VERY nice," and then kissed him again. He seemed not entirely steady on his feet, but he had the presence of mind to move his hands down her back and squeeze her charming little ass while it was in range.

Pat looked at me with an evil grin, gave me a sound kiss on the lips, and went over behind Fred and began rubbing her ample body against his back as Julie kissed him open-mouthed.

"My sister says you're nice, Fred," she said in a rough seductive voice. "Would you like to fuck her? You can fuck her if you want to. Or you can fuck me. I love to be fucked." And she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the back of his neck, pressing her breasts against him. He let out a helpless groan. Pat chuckled.

Julie took a step backward, her hands on Fred's chest, and gave Pat a dirty look over Fred's shoulder. "Now don't be mean to Frederick," she said, although I'm not sure I'd call what Pat was doing exactly "mean" myself. Julie took another step back, and let the housecoat fall to the ground. Then she stripped the tight t-shirt off over her head. She was braless, sans bra, bare-titted in the warm light of the living room, and her breasts were small and perfect. Pat's hands roamed over Fred's chest from behind, and she circled her tongue around the shell of his ear. His eyes were wide, and he looked slightly delerious. Pat's hands moved lower, and she unsnapped his pants.

"Oh, that's a good idea," said Julie, her hands going up unconsciously to her breasts and gently kneading her own delectable flesh, "can we see what's in there? Do you mind if we take off your pants, Frederick?"

Frederick didn't mind. Frederick even managed to help a little, prying his shoes off so the girls could slide off his pants and drawers more easily. His cock, needless to say, was stiff. "You have a nice prick, Fred," said Pat, now kneeling behind him. Her hand went forward and the fingers closed around the base of the shaft, tilting it upward. Fred groaned again.

"Thanks," he managed to say. I was impressed.

"So you want to ball one of the girls here, Fred?" I asked, sort of getting into the spirit of the thing. "Don't let them scare you; they're just playing around. They're really pussycats." At this, Pat growled, or meowed, loudly, stood up, turned Fred around and, after grinning into his eyes for a second, kissed him firmly on the mouth. It was a rough and humorous kiss at first, but he was apparently taking it seriously enough, and Pat was still wound up enough from our nearly-consummated necking on the couch, that it quickly became a full-blown clinch, with Fred's hands full of Pat's behind, Pat's arms tightly around Fred, and their mouths pressed together in that old eternal hunger. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my cock, which had been on the verge of going off for several minutes. The room was quiet but for the inevitable moans and soft liquid sounds from the newly-

acquainted lovers kissing in stage center. Julie stood to one side, beautifully half-naked, and considered them, her tongue now and then moistening her lips, and her fingers playing idly with her hardening pink nipples. Then she walked over to them and began to caress Pat's rear.

Julie's fingers slid around Fred's clutching hands, and in between her sister's legs, forward toward the sweetness of her cunt. Pat groaned deeper at the familiar intrusion, and parted her thighs slightly as she stood with her mouth around Fred's tongue. "Patty," Julie whispered, "Patty you can kiss him a little more and then I want him back, so he can lick my tits and spread my legs and kiss my mouth and fuck me, 'cause I found him, and I want him first." Pat broke the kiss, her eyes rolled up halfway in her head from Fred's ardent lips and Julie's fingers between her legs, and her body shuddered.

I rose and went over to them, and as Julie insinuated herself into the arms of Fred, who seemed to have lost track of just what was going on, I took Pat by the arms and pushed her down onto the rug, and threw myself on top of her and kissed her.

Her mouth was warm from Fred's lips, and her legs spread easily apart. "Oh, yeah," she breathed, "it's you again. I like you. Will you please fuck me now, I am SO goddamned excited,"

and she pulled off my boxers and I undid her bra so I could suck on her nipples, and then I pushed her knees upward and slid my aching cock up the sweet hot wetness of her cunt, and then finally at last Jesus Christ what took you so long inside her.

Julie, smiling, unbuttoned Fred's shirt and slipped it off, dodging his attempts to grab her or kiss her until he was naked, then she slipped her panties off and went into his arms and they were kissing again, but naked this time, Fred's pale stiff cock pressing into Julie's soft tan stomach as my own prick delved deep into Pat's yearning pussy and we sighed and panted and groaned on the rug. Julie kissed her young victim's nipples, and touched his cock with her fingers, and then knealed down and ran the purplish head over her eyes and her face. Pat's hands caressed my ass as I moved in and out of her, and a string of loving curses came from her lips when I wasn't crushing them with kisses. Her tits heaved as she gasped and panted. Fred let out a big disbelieving sigh as Julie opened her lips and engulfed his prick.

"You got the rhythm?" Pat gasped under me. "I got -- ooh --

I got the rhythm," I replied. When we had the rhythm, we could do this, this lying on the rug and screwing, balling, fucking each other's brains out talking dirty and kissing and licking and tit-sucking with my cock buried inside her for a very long good time. I was very hard, but not about to come, and she was very hot and very wet and coming just a little all the time and God she was beautiful.

Julie's lips moved up and down Fred's cock, and he was most definitely having trouble standing. Julie, always perceptive, pulled her mouth off of him with a wet pop, and drew him down beside her on the rug. He lay down on his back, dazed, and the glowing young tart reapplied herself to his twitching member, putting out her tongue and licking the thin sensitve skin with long delighted licks, and cradling his balls in her hand.

"I think you might come soon," she said, "I think you might come in my mouth if I suck you much more. Would that be OK?" And Fred must have thought that was OK, because his hips bucked up against her hand and he groaned. "You can fuck me later,"

Julie said decisively, and she lowered her mouth over him again, and from the sounds he made I guessed that she was right about his impending orgasm. Under me, impaled by my cock, Pat began to groan rhythmically as her little orgasms piled up toward one big one. I took one of her stiff brown nipples between her fingers and tweaked it unmercifully. "Unngh!" she shouted, and began to squirm and rock faster and harder. I laughed and plunged deeper into her.

Just as Pat reached the first major peak of her long climax, Fred shouted and came in Julie's mouth, his semen filling her lips and spilling out down her neck. She swallowed and sucked harder, and he shouted again, and grunted, and groaned, and then his body went limp. Pat grabbed my head and pulled my face to hers and kissed me and arched herself against me, and I felt the wave of her orgasm pulling at my pumping cock. It was good, it was really very very good. I stroked my tongue in and out of her mouth in time to my cock's motion in her cunt, and she sucked on it and gasped and moaned. My cock was impossibly hard, and I was torn between wanting to do this forever, and wanting to finally burst in the hot sweet darkness inside her, and break open, and fill her up. I fucked her slowly, to put off the decision.

"Was that nice, Frederick?" Julie asked, looking up from his crotch at his still-astonished face. Every muscle in his body had spasmed when he came, and now he was utterly relaxed, except perhaps for his eyebrows. "You're incredible," he whispered, and he surprised the curvy pink girl by sitting up and taking her in his arms and kissing her as I continued to fuck her big sister on the rug next to them.

Pat came down from her orgasm and, finding me still atop her with my cock buried in her, panting and groaning with lust, she grinned an evil grin again, and broke the long rhythm, rocking her hips and sucking at me with her muscular cunt in a way that closed my eyes and opened my mouth. She drew my head down onto her shoulder, and whispered that she loved me, and that I felt so good inside her, and that she loved to be fucked, and her hips rocked faster and finally I came, the semen ripped out of my aching penis by the softness and the sex of her, and her voice in my ear, and I groaned and came and came and came and the hot white fluid filled her and she laughed and gasped and kissed me.

Beside us, Fred had Julie on her back on the floor, and was eating her pussy enthusiastically, his arms around her thighs and his face buried in her crotch. She was breathing hard and stroking his head and murmuring little blasphemies of encouragement and advice. "Oh yes, oh you do that just --

oh god yes that's -- ah a little hi AHHH yes that -- ooooh, Frederick god ahh." And soon her breathing got even harder, and then she stopped talking, and then as his fingers moved inside her and his tongue thrummed her clit, she came screaming and twisting on the floor under his mouth, and then she pulled him up and kissed him, and we all cuddled together on the rug for awhile, and then Pat got up to get washcloths and tea.

"Nice to meet you, Fred," I said, watching Pat's ass undulate as she walked off. "You live around here?"

"I'm just in town for a couple of days, and there's some stuff I've really got to do." he said regretfully.

"Well, you've got to stick around for a little while longer,"

said Julie, her lower lip pouting, "you still haven't FUCKED me!" But he was young, and about ten minutes later, he did.