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   A SHORT FOUR DAY WEEKEND (Mf, cons,oral, anal, M+f, blackmail, reluc)

   By Art Matin



   CHAPTER 6



   The sail back to Milton's was uneventful.  The Lake Patrol boat sped by,
but they weren't hassled in any way.  After they went into the house, John
excused himself to make a phone call.

   "Teresa?  Hi baby...Look, I'm sorry, but I can't make it tonight...  I
know, but something came up and I couldn't get in touch with you until
right now...  I know it's pretty late...  I was looking forward to being
with you too...  Look, I'll make it up to you.  Okay?...  Oh, don't be that
way baby...I know, I know, but it just can't be helped...  No, I can't
tomorrow, at least I don't think so.  Looks like I'm going to be tied up
all weekend...  Look, do you want me to call Donnie or Mike?...  I know you
can get your own dates...Oh, baby don't..." He heard the buzz of the dial
tone.  "Shit!" he muttered as he cringed.  "I'll have to fix things up with
her later."

   "John!  John!" Sandy called from another room.

   "Yes Babe."

   "I'm getting hungry.  Want to order a pizza before they get busy?"

   "Sure what do you like?"

   "Make mine with lots of veggies and extra cheese."

   "You got it.  Do you want any bread sticks or anything else?  How about
a Greek salad?"

   "The salad sounds great." Sandy walked into the room still dressed in
her red bikini.

   "You're one sexy broad in that bikini," he observed wryly.  "Too bad
I'll have to strip it off of you."

   She giggled and playfully tickled him.  "You're such a dirty old man,
and I love it.  Say, do you want a drink?"

   "Sure."

   John called and ordered the pizza and then walked over to the bar.  He
studied Milton's bar stock.  Selecting a bottle of single malt scotch
whiskey, he poured himself a double on the rocks.  He took a sip and felt
her fingernails drag across his bare back.  John reflected that not only
was he helping himself to Milton's best scotch, he was helping himself to
his daughter.

   The phone rang.  Sandy answered it on the sixth ring.  "Hi Daddy!... 
Nothing much, just hanging around all day...  Is your hotel nice?  Does Mom
like it?...Yeah...  Yeah...  Yes, sir, I know...  Tomorrow?...  I
guess...Okay, okay, I will, I will.  I'll make several applications at the
mall...Yes he did, it's on the table.  Okay, Daddy, I'll move it and put it
on your dresser...Uh, I told Mr.  John I was looking for a job and he said
he might have something."

   John shot her a look.

   She smiled contritely and continued, "Well you know I've always wanted
to get into graphic arts and...  I didn't pressure him Daddy, he offered."

   John glared at her.

   "Well, he sort of offered.  Actually he said he'd think about it.  But
won't that be cool?...  Okay, we'll talk about it when you get home...Yes,
I'll go to the mall tomorrow...  Love you too.  Tell everyone 'hi' for me
and have a good time...Why can't I have a good time too?...  Okay, okay,
don't make an issue of it...  I'll see you Monday.  Bye!"

   As soon as the phone hit the cradle John demanded, "What do mean telling
your dad that I offered you a job?"

   "Well, I can be a lot of help," she said with a wry face.  "I love art,
I know computers pretty well, I'm creative, and I'll be available to you."

   John shook his head, tolerant exasperation clear on his face.  He had a
one-man shop at his home and he liked it that way.  No time clock, no pain
in the ass partners, no pain in the ass employees, no traffic.

   "I don't have a job for you," he said ruefully, knowing that his weekend
may be over.

   She smirked.  "I bet you can figure out something.  Look, if I can find
a job, I'll be making minimum wage at the mall.  All day long I'll be on my
feet.  All day long I'll be taking grief from rude people.  I've done that
before.  I want to learn to do something that's really cool and is fun to
do, something that I can use when I get back to school.  You'll only have
to pay me minimum wage."

   "I don't know, Sandy."

   "Well just think about it.  Please?"

   John looked into her sparkling blue eyes and knew that he was had.  'How
can I tell her no?  Do I even want to tell her no?  How in the hell can I
afford the expense?  Shit, I won't get a damned thing done with her close
by.'

   He was saved from further discussion by the doorbell ringing.  "Damn! 
He's here already?"

   Still wearing the baggy swimsuit, John answered the door expecting the
pizza man.  Three strapping young men stood at the door.  Trigger, the fox
terrier, was trying to engage them in a game with his ball.

   "Er, um, uh, is Sandy home?" stammered the apparent leader.

   "Oh, yeah, let me get her." John turned and called out, "Sandy, you have
visitors!"

   Sandy walked up and John retreated from the door just out of sight.  He
heard one of the boys exclaim, "Ooooo Baby, you really look fine!  Say,
who's the old guy?"

   "One of my daddy's business associates."

   "Look, we're really sorry about what happened, you getting kicked out of
school and all.  We drove in for the weekend to see the folks, so we
dropped by to see if you were busy this weekend."

   Surrounded by the three guys, Sandy felt a twinge in her pussy and her
nipples stiffen as several hands began groping and stroking her bare skin.

   "I got in lot of trouble the last time I was with you guys."

   "Zeke's parents are out of town for the weekend.  We'll have the whole
place to ourselves."

   Sandy debated between staying with John, or with going with the boys. 
'No contest,' she thought.  "Sorry guys, I'm busy tonight."

   "Fuck!  How about tomorrow?"

   "Billy, I don't know just yet.  Mom's got some sort of plans.  Call me
tomorrow afternoon." She pulled up the side of her bikini bottom that had
somehow slipped down her hip and started to go back inside.  "See you
guys."

   John could hear one of the guys complain, "Shit!  We drove all the way
up here for nothing!  Damn it Billy, I told you we should have called her
first."

   Sandy seethed with the presumption on their part.  "Yes!  A phone call
would have been nice.  Actually, this weekend is just not a good idea. 
Maybe I'll see you guys next time you're in town."

   John heard, "You fucking slut!" He stepped into the doorway with
hostility in his eyes.

   "You boys have a problem?"

   "Uh, no sir," answered the leader, " we were just talking."

   "I think someone has talked too much.  Ya'll had best be going." John
met their collective glare with a steadiness born of self-confidence and
maturity.

   "Come on guys," said Billy the leader.  "See you later Sandy."

   The three young men turned and walked back to the street towards the old
Cadillac parked on the curb, the dog following them closely behind with his
ball.  John could hear them muttering obscenities as they walked.  As he
closed the door he heard the squeal of rubber as the Cadillac sped away.

   Sandy hugged him around the waist and said, "Thanks, John."

   "Friends of yours?"

   "Yeah, sort of.  I mean, well, they're a bunch of jerks.  I'm glad you
were here with me."

   She turned and headed for the staircase, "Excuse me a minute John, I
need to change into something else."

   Upstairs in her room, Sandy thought back to last week and all the
trouble.  It had started out as a stupid sorority prank.  The pledges were
to raid the jock dormitory and each pledge was to steal a jock strap.  The
raid was timed for after practice and before supper.  After downing several
shots of tequila, Sandy and twenty other freshmen burst into the lobby of
the dorm and crowded into the elevators.

   Sandy got off on the fourth floor and headed down the hallway.  There
were several guys walking from the showers with just a towel on.  She
playfully jerked a towel away as she darted past the startled guy.  She
found the room number she was looking for, turned and went into the dorm
room.  Two guys were stripping down for a shower and clad only in their
athletic supporters.  Billy and Zeke instantly recognized her

   "Hi guys!  I need a jock strap"

   "Well, come and get it baby, it's all yours."

   "Mine too," added Zeke.  "Take'em off slut and we'll have a little fun!"


   Sandy knew exactly what kind of fun he had in mind.  She'd been fucking
the two guys ever since that day last summer when Daryl got her drunk and
let his two friends have her while he watched.  She began peeling off
Billy's jockstrap when Zeke jerked her tank top up over her head,
effectively blindfolding her.  Before she could get the tank top completely
off, she felt her cutoffs being unbuttoned and unzipped.  Then in one
motion, both her cutoffs and thong were pulled off, leaving her in only her
tennis shoes.  She looked up.  Billy shoved his swelling dick to her mouth
and she swallowed him whole, meanwhile she felt Zeke's dick pressing into
her sex from her backdoor.  She wiggled her butt and felt the familiar dick
push between her pussy lips and into her cock-hungry vagina.

   The hallways filled with shrieks and laughter.  The laughter faded away
as the girls, having found their prizes, retreated from the floor.  Sandy
wasn't among them.

   Several towel-clad jocks gathered at the door and watched the pretty
girl, fuck and suck, and then suck and fuck.  Billy shot is load and pulled
out of her pussy while she still gobbled Zeke's dick trying to get it to
rise again.

   Billy turned and saw the lustful, expectant look in his friends' faces.
He sneered as he glanced down at the slut girl on her hands and knees. 
"Come on guys, you can all fuck her!  Hurry up before security gets here!"

   The horny men crowded into the room and pushed and shoved for position.
Sandy suddenly realized that the situation was beyond her control as a big
black dick was stuck in her face, while yet another hard dick of unknown
origins found its mark between her legs.  Her eager acceptance of it all
surprised her.  This was very wicked!  Fucking two or three guys at one
time was one thing, but this was a new!  Sandy totally surrendered to a
decadent lust that rapidly boiled out of control within her.  Word quickly
spread around the floor about a gang bang and soon there was a waiting
line.

   It was forty-five minutes or more before campus security got to the
fourth floor.  The naked jocks in the hall scampered away, shouting,
"Security is here!  Security is here!"

   A stream of naked men poured helter-skelter from the dorm room.  Sandy
heard the commotion but ignored it, lost in the furious frenzy of sexual
stimulation.  She lay on the floor, covered with jism, dripping jism from
an untold number of spouting cocks.  She lay there naked, legs lewdly
splayed, squirming in wanton desire, smearing cum across her tits, rubbing
her clit, wanting more dicks to fill her abruptly empty holes.

   She opened her eyes in search for another ready cock and saw the four
security guards standing over her.  The female guard recognized Sandy as
one of those stuck up sorority girls who were always looking down their
noses at her, like she was some sort of freak.

   Sandy whimpered, "Oh shit!" and blushed red with embarrassment.

   "Have you been raped?" asked the female guard with a look of mixed
disgust and concern.

   "No.  No, I wasn't raped, I...Oh, shit!"

   "Then get up and get dressed!" the female guard ordered.

   Sandy searched for her clothes, as the other three guards, all males,
ogled her young cum smeared body, wishing that their dyke compatriot wasn't
there.

   The athletic department moved quickly into damage control.  Several boys
volunteered statements about her eager participation in the gangbang,
though not admitting their own culpability.  To avoid a scandal that would
taint the school's reputation, Sandy was offered the choice of withdrawing
from school or facing prosecution for criminal trespass and public
indecency.  If prosecuted, the details of her sordid behavior would be made
public.  School officials told her that if she withdrew immediately, she
could be readmitted in the fall.  She withdrew and the official record of
the entire affair was expunged.  Even her sorority sisters didn't know any
of the details other than she got caught during the raid and that she
suddenly dropped out.



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