It is rare that the public can read such a sensitive and realistic series of novels concerning the youth of our generation and the way they grow up. In this Three Volume Series, authoress Billie Monday depicts with vivid clarity the frustrating, turbulent years of a young girl as she seeks to discover the real truth surrounding the mystique of sex. It is even more topical today than it was several years ago since the women in this present-day society have demanded and received the acceptance that they, too, have physical needs as great, if not greater than those of men. However, each young girl is raised with the idea that she must be a virgin when she is married or pay the price for the rest of her life; yet the parents who advocate chastity in their children are often the ones who are guilty of adultery themselves.
Jennifer Rhodes is an excellent example of this mockery, and Mrs. Monday describes in poignant detail what goes through the mind of a young girl when she is forced to realize that life is not all she has been told it is. Her case is a special one in other ways, however, in that her father was a well-known, respected and famous actor and the subject for scandal as well as for favorable publicity.
She presents the problems that surround so many young girls, and that is, the hero worship of the father in a sibling relationship. It is not unnatural for a girl to love or even favor her father, but sometimes it can develop into a harmful and almost all-consuming attachment. She becomes jealous of her step-mother, her father's mistress and strikes back in the only way she thinks would hurt him . . . another man! She learns that she can use sex to accomplish many things and starts to use it as a weapon while she is still young, and eventually it appears as though it may become her way of life.
She no longer finds her school-mates interesting companions and searches out older, more mature relationships which could be her downfall.
This story is an interesting psychological study that every parent of a teen-age girl should read and contemplate. It happens every day, young girls experiment with a medium they cannot yet handle and it can twist their whole way of thinking. The author's analysis of the sharp and meaningful reactions that Jennifer experiences when she is forced into drastically changing circumstances is of great sociological value. It points out that all of us are prey to the outside influences no matter how strong our moral fiber may have been woven. Everyone is subject to falling backwards on the ladder when a situation appears hopeless and futile.
We, the Publishers, feel that this book is an important contribution to the literary as well as the psychological field. It proves that there is no instant cure-all for the sudden, dramatic changes that have occurred in our present day society, no pat formula to give our youth, but it does give us a much better insight on how to cope with the situation once it has arisen.
It is not necessarily a pretty story, but it is a meaningful one that should be read and remembered.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
At seventeen, Jennifer Rhodes was like any other girl her age except she was a little prettier, a bit more developed and feigned a sophistication to disguise her curiosities, doubts and fears. She had always been sheltered from the harsh realities of the world and was sent to boarding school when she was twelve. At first the girls in her class had looked up to her tried to be her friend because they knew her father was Carter Rhodes, the movie idol of the decade, the secret love of women from ten to one hundred, but as she got older the girls seemed to resent her, called her a snob and excluded her from their activities. Her father had often warned her that there would be people who would resent her purely because she was his daughter, but that it would all pass, so she shouldn't let it upset her too greatly. She had always been close to her father, much closer than she had ever been with her mother, in fact she worshipped him and she tried to remember what he had told her, but at seventeen it wasn't easy to accept being slighted by one's own classmates.
She couldn't help but notice how the conversations would stop when she walked into a room. She couldn't help but hear the snide comments that were made when she turned around to leave and go to her own room, yet she was determined that they would accept her . . . she would make them accept her!
There was one girl who had the room down the hall from her who seemed to be the ringleader. Jenny saw the girls flock to her room, stay there for hours sometimes, yet she had never been invited. The girl was fairly new to the school and she had seemed to act as if she knew a lot of things the other girls didn't know and maybe this was why the girls were always in her room. One Saturday afternoon she decided that she would find out what they talk about behind that closed door, so she walked slowly down the hall and knocked hesitantly at the door.
She could hear the scuffling of papers, the slamming of drawers and giggling before the girl opened the door.
"Oh, it's you," she said sarcastically. "What do you want? Going slumming?"
She just stood there, not knowing what to say, but mustering all her courage she finally asked, "Is it all right if I come in?"
The girls started to giggle again and she shuffled her feet, not knowing whether she should go back to her room, or whether she would be invited in.
"Oh let her come in, Sharon," one of the girls finally said. "Maybe we can educate the little girl!"
Sharon opened the door wider, making a mocking, swooping gesture and ushered her into the room. About seven girls were sitting around on the floor, talking and laughing and Jenny sat down in the middle of them.
"I hope you don't mind my being here," she said, "It's just that I decided not to go to the movies this afternoon, so I thought I'd join you."
"Aren't any of your father's pictures playing this week?" Sharon said maliciously.
Jenny lowered her eyes and blushed, half-embarrassed, half-angry at the girl's comment.
"No, they're not." Jenny answered defensively, trying to fight back the tears that were welling in her eyes.
"What's your father like?" one of the other girls asked, and the others giggled again.
"He's the most wonderful man in the world," Jenny said, "and I wish you'd let my father out of this. I don't make comments about any of your parents."
The girls were silent for a few minutes and then Sharon said, "Well, maybe this little article will interest you about your wonderful father," and she opened the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out a movie fan magazine. The headlines across the cover read, "Hollywood love trysts . . . something for everyone!"
"What has that got to do with my father," Jenny asked, knowing that a lot of the gossip that was printed in this type of magazine was false and just used for sensationalism and to sell the copies.
"It's all about your father and mother." Sharon continued. "This whole story is about their little 'at-home' parties. Don't tell me you didn't know about them?"
"I don't believe you," Jenny said. "That's all a bunch of trash, anyway. Don't know why you'd even buy a magazine like that."
Sharon threw the magazine at Jenny's feet and said, "Read it for yourself, if you don't believe me.
Hesitantly Jenny picked up the magazine and opened to the page of the story. She held the magazine in close to her so the other girls couldn't see the article.
"Oh, you don't have to hide it," Sharon said harshly, "the others have already read it anyway!"
Jenny leafed quickly through the article, studying the pictures of her father that were blazoned across the cheap newsprint pages, the father she adored, with women, women she did not know or had ever heard her father speak of, and several of them were rather cozy. The article spared no detail about the clandestine relationships, the swapping, the orgies that went on behind the closed bedroom doors of her house. She had never spent that much time at home during the past few years, but while she was there for her Christmas and Spring vacations, her parents had had parties, and she had never seen anything like that go on.
"It's all a lie!" she blurted out, after she finished reading the article. "I know my father and he wouldn't do anything like that, my mother wouldn't do anything like that either. They're very happy together so you can go to hell with your magazine!"
She got up and was about to stomp out of the room, but Sharon caught her by the arm and held her. "Don't go yet, you haven't seen half of my collection. It's been sort of my hobby lately since you come from such a colorful, high and mighty family!"
"Why are you doing this to me," Jennifer pleaded, "I've never done anything to hurt you." Tears were beginning to stream down her face, tears of embarrassment, frustration and humiliation.
"Our families don't do this sort of thing. I thought it was interesting and I'm sure you could fill us in on the details if you really wanted to, couldn't you?" Her voice was a challenge and when Jenny looked down the other girls were all staring up at her, waiting for her answer.
"I don't know anything about that article," she stammered. "I know it's just someone's idea of a bad joke. You know how publicity people can be ... anything to sell a story."
"No, we don't know about that kind of thing," Sharon continued, egging her on. "We thought you'd enlighten us!"
"Well, I can't, and I think I'll go now and get some clean, fresh air," she said.
Sharon was standing in front of the door blocking it so she couldn't get out.
"Get the other magazines," she said to one of the girls who was sitting on the floor. "Let's give miss goody-two-shoes a real look at what that handsome, swinging father of hers is doing. He must be some stud!"
"I don't care to see anymore of your filth," Jenny said, trying to reach in back of Sharon to open the door, but she moved in front of the knob so she couldn't reach it.
"Why dorl't you just sit down with the rest of the girls and enjoy yourself. Maybe you can learn something. It's always nice to know what's going on at home, don't you think?" she said, her voice hard and threatening.
She pushed Jenny backwards so that she sprawled across the bed. The other girl handed Sharon the magazines that she had taken out of the drawer and asked, "Are these the ones you mean?"
Jenny looked at the stack of magazines Sharon held in her hands, there must have been twenty of them!
"Yep, that's them," she said, throwing them one by one at Jenny. "Take a look at some of these, Miss Rhodes. See if you still think your father is so special and chaste ... a saint."
Jenny let the magazines lay on the bed, making no effort to pick them up or read the articles. Instead she got to her feet and started to go towards the door again.
"Looks like she needs a little encouragement," Sharon said. The other girls giggled, not knowing what Sharon had in mind, but not questioning her authority.
How could they be so cruel, Jenny thought, tears brimming down her cheeks. What had she ever done to them?
"You'd better sit back down there," she commanded, "or else I'll have ,the other girls hold you while you read them!" There was no doubt in Jenny's mind that she would do exactly that, so reluctantly she went back and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Pick them up," Sharon ordered her, and read to us!
Jenny couldn't believe that the other girls would go along with this cruel treatment any longer, but they said nothing.
"I'm going to report you to the dean of women." Jenny said finally. "You know you're not supposed to have this type of magazine in the dormitory and you'll all be campused."
One or two of the girls looked nervous, but Sharon interrupted and said, "I don't think you'll do that. After all, the articles are about your father and if you insist that your father is so great and wholesome, there should be nothing wrong with the magazines. Besides, if you say anything to anybody, your life will be even more miserable than you could ever imagine."
Jenny knew that she wasn't just threatening, that she meant every word of what she said, and she didn't think that she could take any more punishment and chiding from the girls.
"Now ... read to us," Sharon repeated.
She picked up one of the magazines, her hands trembling from anxiety and fear, and flipped through the pages until she came to the article about her father and mother! She began to read, "What movie stars wife says her husband can no longer satisfy her?"
"Oh, that's a good one," one of the girls said, "Go on."
Jenny couldn't believe what she was being forced to read, but continued, "My husband may be the idol of all women, but he's a failure in bed," Mrs. Carter Rhodes was overheard saying. Maybe that is why she has been seen having lunch with a not-so-handsome, but very virile looking younger man the other day in a secluded little restaurant in Hollywood." Jenny stopped reading for a second and looked carefully at the picture of her mother and the back of another man sitting at a small table in some restaurant.
"My mother often has lunch with friends of my fathers," she said, trying to defend her. "What's so strange about that? I'm sure the rest of this is just made up, my parents are very happy."
"I don't write it," Sharon said, "I just read it!"
"Well, you shouldn't waste your time on junk like this, it's not worth it and it's not true!"
She dropped the magazine back onto the bed and just stared down at the floor.
"Don't stop now," Sharon said, "there's others and I want to hear you read them all."
Jenny tried to remember what her father had told her and she tried to convince herself that this was just one of those times when people had nothing better to do than to pick on her because she was the daughter of a celebrity, so she picked up another magazine.
This one had her father's picture embracing one of the leading ladies from his most recent picture, only it wasn't a film cut. She couldn't take her eyes off it for several minutes, remembering vaguely that she had heard her parents arguing one night about this particular woman. Her mother had accused him of fooling around, but he had just laughed it off and said something about not believing everything she read.
She picked up one magazine after the other, reading each article with growing interest, even though she didn't believe what was written in them. Her father had never brought these magazines home, just saying that they weren't worth the paper they were printed on, but now she wondered if maybe he hadn't let her read them because of what they said. Every magazine that Sharon had had a different story or article about her father, but none of them were complimentary! It was hard to believe that of all the magazines that were there not one would have a nice article about him or her mother. When she had finished, she stacked the magazines and handed them back to Sharon.
"May I go now," she asked, walking to the door. "It's been charming." She was being sarcastic, but she didn't want the girls to know how deeply hurt she was or how concerned about what she had read.
"Yeah, sure . . . sure," she said, "If you want to leave. Go back to your room and write daddy a nice long letter telling him how proud you are of him!" The girls all laughed as she walked out and down the hall to her room, tears of anger and of doubt stinging her cheeks.
She started to write her father a letter, but the right words just wouldn't come out, she was too upset and she didn't want to say anything that would upset her father too, so she decided to take a nap. She was awakened by a knock on her door and the house mother telling her that it was time for dinner.
"Don't you feel well, my dear, you look pale," she said sympathetically.
"No ... no, I'm fine, Mrs. Foster, just a little tired I guess. I'll be all right, thanks," she said and went downstairs to the dining room. Several of the girls who had been in Sharon's room that afternoon were at her table, but they didn't say anything to her and ate their meal in silence.
The next few days were not easy for her, the girls kidded her at every opportunity and when she picked up her mail, they'd ask, "Any word from the stud?" It was all she could do to keep from clawing at them, tearing at their hair and hitting them until they took it back, but she knew she couldn't, there were too many of them.
Sharon began to come to her room, each time bringing some new piece of gossip or some new compromising picture of her father with her. Each day it got worse until she could think of nothing else but getting away, away from the girls, Sharon, away from the whole school! She had more than one semester to finish before she would graduate, but nothing mattered to her anymore except going to her father and not having to listen to the slander that the girls were teasing her with.
She decided to wait until the following Saturday when they were allowed to go into town to the movies. She would sign out for the movies, but go to the bus station and get the first bus home. No one would miss her until dinner time that night and by then she would be well on her way. Her allowance always came in the mail on Saturday so she would have plenty of money and she wouldn't have to worry about anything. She knew that she couldn't leave the school with a suitcase, so she just stuffed some clean panties and a bra into a large purse, put on her favorite skirt and sweater and signed out for the movies. Her hand was shaking as she put the time and her name on the register, but no one seemed to notice.
"I understand that the movie's good this week," Mrs. Foster said to her as she left. "You'll have to tell me all about it later, Jenny."
"Yes, ma'am," she said, and walked down the stairs and out into the sunshine. The air was cool, but not really cold enough for a coat, so she walked briskly in order to keep warm.
Each week several of the local high school boys stood on a corner about three blocks from the school waiting for the girls to go downtown. Jenny knew that some of the girls had been sneaking off with them and necking in the back rows of the movie theatre, but had said nothing. They had made passes at her several times, but lately they had just ignored her except for an occasional raw comment or two when she walked by.
Her skirt was several inches above her knee, showing a slender, but curved leg, and the material hugged her hips tightly so that you could see the firm fullness of her buttocks when she walked. The ripe, voluptuousness of her high, round, full breasts and the narrowness of her waist were accentuated by the close fit of the cashmere sweater. She knew that she had a good body, supple and firm, yet she was not aware of what it did to men when she walked by, swinging her hips, her breasts pointing proudly forward. Her long blond hair curled slightly around her cheeks, complimenting her porcelain skin and the blueness of her eyes. She was a beautiful girl, full of the spring of youth and innocence, with the body of a woman, full of passion.
She could feel the boys' eyes following her every step as she approached them, and could hear a few of them talking, making crude comments, so she began to walk faster.
"Wow . . . Td sure like to get some of that! Wonder if she's a swinger like the rest of her family!" They all laughed and she clenched her fists and teeth to keep from saying anything to them. Once when she had told them to let her alone, an acned, sloppy boy had reached out and pinched her bottom and another had grabbed a quick feel of her breasts. She had felt dirty for days from the thought of them daring to touch her, so she decided to say nothing.
"Let's get her . . . come on," another boy urged. "She's been ripe and waiting too long all ready!"
"Naw, let her alone," the other said. "Why take a chance with a screamer when here comes the real thing... guaranteed."
She didn't turn back to look, but she knew that they were referring to some of the other girls from the school who met them each week.
She relaxed when she heard them walk in the opposite direction to meet the girls and she quickened her pace. Just six more hours and I'll be home, she thought excitedly, I can't wait!
She wanted to get several blocks ahead of the rest of the girls so that they wouldn't see her turn the opposite way from the movie and walk toward the bus station. One of them just might decide to call the school and then she would be stopped and she couldn't bear that thought. She never wanted to go back to that school, to listen to the cruel taunting of the other girls. She wouldn't listen to anything they had to say about her father, she loved her father and that was all that mattered. She wanted to be at home with him . . . and stay at home.
She sat on the bench inside the bus station and waited for her bus to arrive. She had to wait a half an hour, so she bought a magazine and began to flip through it. She couldn't concentrate, however, because every time someone walked by or glanced at her, she was certain that it was someone from the school and she would be forced to go back. The half hour seemed to take days to pass, but finally they were announcing her bus and she got on and sat down with a sigh of relief while the driver loaded the luggage. The trip would take three hours, but then she could call her father and tell him to come down to the station and pick her up. She wasn't sure what his reaction would be, although she knew for certain that her mother would be angry and probably want to take her right back, but maybe she could convince her father that she would much rather go to the local high school.
She thought about what was in the articles she had read and debated whether or not to mention them to her father. She knew that he would be angry with her for even looking at magazines like that, so she decided to say nothing and see for herself what is going on. If they would just allow her to stay home she could watch when they had parties and find out for herself. She's sure that her father would not do anything like that, but the seed of curiosity had been planted and she couldn't get it out of her mind.
It was near dinner time when the bus pulled into the Hollywood suburb where she lived. She knew that her parents would be at the dinner table and the maid would answer the phone, but this would give her a few extra minutes to build up her courage before talking to her father.
She dialed the number and let it ring several times before someone answered, "Rhodes residence."
"Amy, it's me, Jennifer. Is daddy there?" Her voice was quivering, but it was too late to turn back now and she was sure her father wouldn't make her go back, at least not right away...
"Why yes, Jennifer, just a moment, I'll get him." the maid replied. It seemed like an eternity before she heard her father's voice.
"Hi, honey," he said cheerily, "what can I do for my little girl?"
"I'm at the bus station, daddy," she said, choking back the tears. "I've run away from school."
There was a minute's silence before he answered, "Why in the world did you do that. Is anything wrong?" His tone was quiet and concerned and she could tell that he was quite upset.
"Oh daddy," she cried, "it's a long story. Will you come get me and I'll tell you the whole story."
"Sure, sweetheart," he said, "I'll send the car for you right away. You wait right there."
In fifteen minutes the car arrived and Jennifer was on her way home. She had tried to think of a story to tell her parents for the past few weeks, but nothing sounded very convincing. She couldn't tell them the truth because they would be upset, give her a lecture about how she would have to learn to face these things and definitely send her right back, so she decided to tell them that she was having trouble with her classes and that she was sure she was going to fail. Her grades had never been very high, but she had never really applied herself so they may believe that. The car pulled up the long driveway to their spacious home and she got out and ran into the house. Her mother and father were waiting for her in the living room. "Daddy . . . mother," she cried, tears streaming down her face when she saw them. Her father went to her and held her for just a moment then said, "Now, now, honey, nothing could be that bad. Sit down and tell us what's the matter. You know that I'll have to call the school and tell them you're here. Mrs. Foster must be frantic by now wondering where you are."
She sat down on the sofa between her parents and told them how she was afraid that she was going to flunk out this term and how embarrassed she would be, so she had decided that it would be better to come home and finish the year in the local high school. She knew that she would be able to do the work there and then she wouldn't disgrace anyone by failing at boarding school. Her parents listened intently while she told them her story, not saying anything until she had finished.
"Well, Jennifer," her mother finally said, "I know it hasn't been easy for you, but believe me, boarding school is the best place for you. It isn't that your father and I wouldn't like to have you home with us, but you know that we are out so much of the time that it would be very difficult at the moment."
"In other words, I'd be in the way, is that it mother?" she said sharply, losing her composure for the moment. "That's not at all what your mother meant, young lady," her father said sternly. "You know that we have to be out a lot because of my filming schedule and we feel that it would be very lonely for you here. At school you have the girls your own age to talk with, and even if your grades aren't the highest, I'm sure you aren't on the verge of flunking every subject!"
Tears of frustration were streaming down her cheeks and she knew that she would have to think of some other excuse for not going back to the school, because her parents just weren't buying this one.
"Please don't make me go back, daddy," she begged, "I just don't want to go back."
"You're upset now, sweetheart," he said, "but I'm afraid you'll have to go back. Suppose I call the school and tell them you're not feeling well and that you'll be home with us for a week, but then you'll have to go back, okay?"
"But Carter," her mother implored, "do you think that's right. After all, she'll miss a whole week of classes and be behind. That will only make it harder for her."
"Well, a week will give us all time to think this thing out, and maybe Jenny can use a vacation. Sometimes our nerves need a vacation before the set holidays roll around and I think that this is one of those times." He spoke with authority and finality and she knew that she had won the first round.
She threw her arms around her father and kissed him.
"Oh, thank you, daddy. Thank you. I love you so much."
"I love you, too, sugar," he said, "Now go clean up and I'll have Amy make you something to eat. Your mother and I have to go to a benefit at the Country Club tonight, so you'll have to fend for yourself until tomorrow morning. I'll call the school now and tell them that you're here and will be for another week." Her mother shook her head, but knew better than to argue with him.
"We'll talk again in the morning, Jenny," she said, "try to get some sleep."
She barely picked at her meal and then went to her room. She felt better knowing that she would at least have a week at home and maybe by then she could learn to face the taunting she would have to take if they sent her back to school. In a week she could learn whether or not the stories that had been printed about her parents were true or not. She was sure they were happily married, but she had to see it again once more just to reassure herself.
She crawled into her own bed and turned out the light but was hardly able to sleep from all the excitement. She heard her parents' car pull out of the driveway and finally she fell into a deep, contented sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning she got up early and went down to breakfast. Her parents were still sleeping because they had been out late the night before, so she took her time and waited for them before she went out.
"Well, good morning sunshine," she heard her father call as he came down the stairs. "How'd you sleep?"
"Just fine, daddy. Did you have a nice time?"
"Oh, just the same old thing, sweetheart, but we have to go to those dreary things."
In a few minutes she heard her mother come downstairs and go to the pantry to talk with the maid.
"Amy, you know that we're having guests this evening, so would you please have the canapes ready about seven and the buffet will be about nine, okay?"
"Certainly Mrs. Rhodes," she answered, "I'll have everything ready right on time."
"You're having a party tonight, mother," she asked. "Who's coming, anyone I know?"
"I'm sure you'll know some of the people, Jenny. It's not going to be a very big affair, just a few couples for drinks and dinner." She glanced at her husband, a warning gleam in her eye.
"I'd forgotten about that little deal," he said, "Can't we postpone it for another week until Jenny's back at school?"
"Why," Jenny asked, "I won't be in the way, will I?" Her voice was a challenge.
"Of course not, darling. I just thought that maybe we could do something special tonight, like all go but to dinner together."
"I'm afraid that's impossible, Carter," her mother interjected, "I've all ready invited the people weeks ago and it's too late to cancel out now."
"That's okay, daddy," she said, "I guess we can go out to dinner some other time, besides I can watch some television and get another good night's sleep. We don't get to watch TV at school, so it will be a real treat."
"I guess that's how it'll have to be, honey," he said, "but we'll definitely go out one other day this week, I promise." He kissed her lightly on the cheek and announced that he had to go to the studio for a few hours to go over some lines and staging.
"Why don't you go to the club and play some tennis," her mother suggested, "I'm sure you can find some young people around there since it's the week-end."
"Maybe I will," she said, "May I use the car?"
"Sure, take mine, but be back by six so that you can have dinner before the guests arrive."
Jennifer nodded, pushed her chair away from the table and ran to get her tennis racket.
She drove to the club and played several sets of tennis with some boys she had met over her last vacation and then decided she would go home. When she walked in the front door she could hear her mother whispering and giggling on the phone and she tiptoed so that she could hear what she was saying. She was just finishing her conversation, but Jennifer heard her say, "I'll see you tonight, darling," blew a kiss into the phone and hung up.
"Was that daddy you were talking to," she asked impudently, knowing that it wasn't.
Her mother turned around startled, but managed to regain her composure and said, "Why yes it was, honey, he'll be home shortly."
She laughed and walked up to her room while her mother just stood there watching her climb the stairs. It was ludicrous, she thought, her mother had the most handsome, most thoughtful man in the world, it was inconceivable that she could possibly want someone else, no one was as good as her daddy!
She took a long bath, pampering herself and relaxing, then went downstairs to get something for dinner.
"Just fix me a sandwich, Amy, please," she said, "I'm not hungry for a big meal and I want to take it upstairs while I watch television."
She took her plate and went to her room and turned on the television. She could hear the first guests arriving as her father's car pulled up to the house.
"Sorry I'm late, honey," he said to his wife. "I'll take a quick shower and be right down. Why don't you chill some martinis meanwhile." And he ran up the stairs taking two at a time.
"Hi, Jen," he called as he went by her room, "Have a nice day?"
"Yes, daddy, just fine. Did you?" she answered, but he was already in his room and couldn't hear her.
She watched television for hours and listened to the noises coming from downstairs. It sounded as though there must have been twenty people there. Her father usually invited her down to meet the guests, but tonight he hadn't. She could hear men and women laughing and some crude comments being made, but this was typical for a Hollywood party, it was a certain kind of sophistication, she surmised. She began to get curious as to what was going on, so she wrapped her robe around her and tiptoed to the top of the stairs and hid behind the banister. She saw her mother standing in one corner talking to an older man, Henry Jacobs.
He had been a friend of the family for years, but Jennifer had never liked him. Every time he came to the house, since she could remember, he was always patting her on the behind, trying to put his arm around her waist and then moving it up as though it were an accident and trying to get fresh with her. He had made her feel uncomfortable and had tried to tell her father about it many times, but somehow it just sounded silly. When he was with her alone he had made comments about how well she was maturing and how she would be a knock-out when she got older and he felt sorry for the boys, and wished that he were years younger. The comments were harmless enough, but she could tell by the look in his eye when he looked at her that he would have liked to grab her then and there. Just his presence made her skin crawl, so she had tried to be out of the house when he came around from then on.
Her mother was leaning up against him and his hand was resting on her hip and slowly tracing a line up her rib cage and cupped one of her full,round breasts in his hand and squeezed it. Her mother did not move away, but giggled and took his hand and began to lead him towards the stairs.
She gasped and ran back to her room, but left the door slightly ajar so that she could peek out and see where they were going. She saw his hands roaming freely over her mother's body as they climbed the stairs and she wondered where her father was and why he wasn't stopping him. Her mother leaned back against him when they reached the top step and whispered, "Quiet, Jennifer's up here, but she's asleep. Let's use the guest room, no one will come in there."
She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Maybe the articles she had read were true, at least about her mother! The two of them sneaked past her door and opened the door to the guest room. She could hear the rustle of her mother's dress and she wasn't sure whether she had just laid down on the bed and pulled her dress up around her hips or whether she was taking off her clothes. She knew that they hadn't gone in there for a private conversation and her curiosity was becoming unbearable, when she remembered that she could peek in the window from the balcony that connected her room and the guest room.
She hesitated for just a moment then opened her window quietly and tiptoed out onto the balcony. She could hear voices coming from inside.
Her mother was saying, "Don't be in such a rush, darling, you know I like to take my time."
"But you're so lovely, it's so difficult to keep my hands off you, even for a second."
Her mother laughed and said, "Oh Henry, you're so flattering . . . and soooo exciting." The drapes were separated just enough so that she could see the bed which was illuminated by the moon, and she could see that her mother had taken off her dress and was standing there in her brassiere, thin black panties and her nylons. She still had a fine figure, slender, yet firmly rounded, her breasts were full and firm, her hips slightly plump, but not fat She couldn't see Mr. Jacobs, but she knew that he too was undressing, for she could hear the metal of his zipper when he took off his pants, and the buckle of his belt as it hit the floor.
She crouched outside almost afraid to take a breath for fear that they would hear her. A continuous noise filtered through the window to her ears and she heard the creaking of the springs and mattress when their bodies fell heavily on the bed. She could only hear sounds now and barely see the outlines of their bodies. She couldn't tell if they were completely nude or if they still had some clothes on, but it didn't matter, the thought of that awful man even touching her mother made her sick.
She heard a slight gasp, a high-pitched moan and the crinkling of the satin bedspread as she saw the bodies tossing about on the bed. She could not discern what they were saying, but the moans sounded animal-like and passionate, completely abandoned. Every once in a while the voices grew louder and she could hear her mother saying, "Oh yes, darling .. . do it... deeper .. . deeper, that's it," And she knew that Jacobs was buried deep inside her mother, doing what her father should have been doing. She had never had any experience sexually, but she had read books and her father had told her briefly the facts of life, but somehow, even though it was her mother, she found this clandestine love-making vicariously thrilling. She listened with aching ears, hanging on every word she could hear. She had often wondered what it would be like to have a boy on top of her, doing it to her, but had never given it much thought other than that. It sounded as though he were hurting her mother, yet she was begging him for more.
"You're so big . . . sooo big in me . . . yes . . . yes, I can't stand it. Push it deeper in my cunt!"
She wished that she could have a better view of what was happening. The gasps and groans sounded so desperate, so hopelessly lost in passion and she couldn't imagine what would make someone moan like that. The thought of that awful man making love to her mother repulsed her, yet she found it strangely exciting and she could feel a tensing in her loins.
"Is it good," she heard him say hoarsely, "Am I in far enough. Tell me you love it!"
Her mother's answer was a rasping, throaty groan and "Yes . . . ooohhh yes . . . you're so good. God, I love to have you screw me!"
She tried to picture Mr. Jacobs' fat, sloppy body on top of her mother, his fat, thick prick pushing in and out, up and down. The thought of him in a heated, excited passion almost made her want to laugh, the picture in her mind was so funny.
How could mother make love to someone so gross after having daddy, she thought. The bed springs were creaking loudly now and she could hear their bodies bucking up and down on the mattress.
"Fuck me . . . fuck me harder," her mother almost shouted, and she wondered how in the world that fat, grubby man could even get his stomach flat enough to get near a woman!
Her body was tense as she listened, her throat parched and a strange and new feeling was creeping over her body. She let her hand fall to the itching, raging fury that was building between her legs then took it away, knowing that she shouldn't do that, it wasn't right! She found it difficult to keep quiet while they worked out their passion, locked in each other's arms, fondling, whispering, building for the final climax.
Finally she heard the bed creaking and groaning so loudly under their furious, passionate movements that she could hardly distinguish their voices any longer.
She heard Jacobs gasp, "I'm going to cum . . . I'm' going to cum . . . hurry . . . hurry ... I can't wait!"
"Yes . . . yes . . . cum on . . . I'm ready . . . I'm ready too," her mother rasped, and then their voices melded into a series of low deep groans and sputtering.
She waited outside the bedroom window for just a few minutes longer, afraid to move because the room was silent now and she thought they might hear her as she crept back to her room. Finally Mr. Jacobs said, "We'd better get back downstairs," but her mother said, "No, just a few minutes more. I don't get to see you that often, just give me a few more minutes."
She could hear their bodies turning on the bed and quietly slipped back through her bedroom window and into her room. She sat there for a few minutes not quite sure what she should do, but she couldn't stand the thought of her father being hurt, especially by that awful man, so she decided that she should tell him. She went back to the top of the stairs and looked down, but she couldn't find her father, so she went back to her room. She didn't know whether she could stand the look he would have on his face when she told him what she had seen, so she decided that maybe it would be best to write him a note and leave it on his dresser in his room. If she left it in his jewelry case, he would find it that night before he went to bed.
She took out her stationery and wrote him a long note, describing what she had seen, and apologizing for having to tell him like this. She sealed the envelope and walked quietly to her fathers room and opened the door carefully.
She had the door slightly ajar when she heard groans coming from his room, my God, she thought, what could be going on in here too ... in my father's room! She stopped and froze, wanting to pull the door closed, but afraid that whoever was in there would hear her. She could hear muffled laughter, her father's laughter and a woman giggling softly! What was going on! She couldn't believe her father would be doing "it" to another woman, somehow she just couldn't picture her father naked and in bed with a woman ... not even her mother. It seemed so unfair that he would share his love and she felt cheated, but was unable to move away from the door. The woman was groaning louder now, her laughter had become a passion-filled choking sound, almost a sob, and she could hear them tossing furiously on the bed.
"Oooooohhhhh God," her father moaned, and it sounded as if he were in pain. She's hurting him, she thought, I've got to stop her, do something and she started to open the door further when the woman's voice stopped her.
"Yes . . . do it again . . . again like that," she gasped, pleading with her father to do something to her again. It sounded as though they were hurting one another, yet begging for more and she couldn't understand it.
A mild guilt feeling tried to move her away from the scene, but she couldn't make her feet move. She knew what was going on was a private thing between her father and this woman and that she should go back to her room, when she heard another man's voice.
"Hurry up, Carter,", he roared, "I'd like to get some of that before it's all gone!" She couldn't believe her ears! There was another man in the same room watching her father and this woman, waiting his turn with her! She didn't know who the woman was and she really didn't want to know, it all seemed too incredible to believe.
She was only a few yards from the bed and she could hear her father's muted, low groans and strange, wet, sucking sounds drifting through the slightly open door.
"Yes . . . yes . . . suck it harder," her fathers voice begged.
My God, she's taking his penis in her mouth! she almost gasped out loud. She wondered what her father felt like now, it didn't seem possible that he would let a woman take him in her mouth, but he seemed to be begging for more. It didn't seem like her father to beg ... for anything!
She stood breathlessly by the door, debating what to do, feeling her own emotions beginning to build again. She was experiencing that strange, new tightness in her loins again and she shuffled her feet nervously, trying to get rid of it. She moved back against the wall so that she could again see inside the room. The light from the hall shed a thin line of light in the room, but no one seemed to notice as they went on with their shameless love-making. She glanced to one corner of the room and saw her father's agent sitting there in the chair, completely naked, his hard, thick penis clutched in his hand while he watched her father and the woman. His eyes were half-closed as if in a daze while he watched the spectacle, rubbing his rigid member vigorously up and down. She couldn't take her eyes off the size of his hard, jerking organ. She had never seen anything like it in her life, it was the first time. It seemed so huge, so thick and hard and she wondered how any woman could possibly take it inside her. The lewd thought excited her and she stood transfixed, almost afraid to breathe.
She could see the full length of it, the blood red head bulging out like a giant mushroom as his fingers worked the foreskin back and forth on the long shaft. It seemed to glisten in the light, beads of perspiration forming over the entire phallus, so that it shone like some huge, cruel weapon of doom.
His breathing was thick and heavy, labored with anticipation. She could not see the bed that clearly, but she could still hear the sucking noises and she could visualize what was going on. "Oh darling, yes . . . yes, do it to me now, "the woman moaned and she could hear her father moving on the bed. He's going to do it to her between the legs, she thought! No ... no ... he can't, not my father!
She leaned back against the wall fighting her mixed emotions, her hands reaching up against her will and cupping her breasts in her kneading fingers. Her nipples had been tingling, burning and she could no longer resist the temptation to fondle them. Her nipples were swollen with desire and she thought she would go out of her mind from the tightness that was straining down between her trembling legs.
She stood there for several minutes concentrating on her own feelings when a movement in the room caught her attention, and she looked up startled. Her father's agent was getting up from his chair and walking over toward the bed and looked down the two bodies that were entwined there and continued his masturbation next to them.
She tried to move back further into the corner so that he wouldn't see her if he moved to the other side of the bed, but he was too engrossed with what was going on inside to look in the hallway.
Her father had moved up on the woman and was rocking back and forth on his knees, driving his pulsing, rigid penis deep in between her wide spread legs. She paled, feeling the blood rush from her face at the sight. She wondered how it would feel, and secretly wished that it were she in the room with her father, then tried to block the obscene thought from her mind. She wanted to rush into the room, grab her father and pull him off that woman, but instead she just stood there, wanting to cry, to scream, anything to break them up. She could see the woman's hips churning desperately under her father as she moved toward the spasms of orgasm and her father, without changing his rhythm, raised up on one knee and she could see his thick, hard penis pistoning in and out of the open, hair-lined slit between the woman's widely spread legs. The three-quarter view afforded her, all too clearly, a complete awareness of what was going on.
Her own mouth dropped open wide and her hands fell to the vee of her loins and she grasped her own pubic mound fiercely, feeling the heat of her body through the cloth of her robe. She knew her father would never forgive her if he knew she were standing there spying on him, but she couldn't bring herself to go back to her room, not just yet.
She could hear the slapping of their bodies as they joined each other in their desperate, lustful union, their moans becoming louder and deeper.
"Fuck me . . . fuck me . . . deeper . . . harder," the woman choked out as her father thundered into her, driving her surging buttocks deep down into the squeaking mattress.
"Here it comes, baby," her father gasped, and she could see the tensing of his buttocks as he plunged his manhood into the woman's grinding pussy with increased fury.
"Aaagggghhhhh . . . yes . . . it's soooo good," she groaned, her legs flailing out in the air frantically on either side of his pumping body.
They jerked and bucked against each other, groaning and gasping for breath for a seeming eternity and then finally collapsed in exhaustion, spent and satisfied.
She stood there for a few more minutes, still holding herself, then walked quickly and quietly back to her room and crawled under the covers of her bed. She tried to sleep, but she couldn't erase the picture of her father, the woman and her father's agent from her mind. She had been excited by just watching her father do it to that woman and wondered what it would be like if it had been her! If watching had done this to her, having a man inside her would have to be wonderful! She wished that her father had not been the man, it didn't seem right. She didn't want to share him with anyone, she wanted him to love her and only her... it just wasn't fair.
She had pulled her nightgown up around her waist and her fingers fondled the tender, pink lips of her vagina, rubbing softly at first, then with increased pressure. She could feel the muscles in her stomach contract, a tightening grow between her legs with new awakening.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm . . . oooohhhhh," she murmured to herself, feeling her own passion juices beginning to flow. She rubbed the bud of her clitoris until she thought she would scream out with tortured longing.
"I want a man to do it to me," she whispered to herself, her finger manipulations becoming more rapid and more insistent until she could feel herself on the brink of an explosion!
She glanced over at her bureau and stared at the picture of her father. "Oh daddy, I love you so much," she murmured to the photo, and she couldn't forget her wish that she had been that woman in the bedroom!
She had read in her psychology course in school that girls often tended to develop crushes on their fathers, judged their dates in comparison with their fathers and sometimes married men because they reminded them of their fathers. She was sure that she did not have this type of incestuous love for her father, but she did love and she did resent sharing him with anyone else. She worshipped him!
She took her hands away from her vagina for just a moment and ran them lightly over her body and cupped her full, young breasts in each hand, rubbing the erect, swollen nipples until that chill ran through her body once again.
"Yes . . . yes ..." she murmured, the image of her father still clear on her retina even though her eyes were closed. Her fingers worked their way down her body, caressing, tickling every inch of her smooth, supple skin, tracing a teasing line down the curve of her thighs.
Slowly, hesitantly, she separated the slightly moist lips of her vaginal passage and ran one finger gently over the tiny, virginal slit until she could feel herself becoming wetter with desire. She knew that this was wrong, but her inflamed, erotic desire was so great that it had to be satisfied. Gradually she inserted one finger into the soft giving flesh of her cunt, moaning, "Oh yes . . . yes ... do it to me," remembering the woman's words as her father fucked her. "Oh, daddy, do it to me." Secretly now she was pretending that she was that woman and her father's cock was inside her. She tried to change the image of the man who was fucking her in her imagination, but no other man came to her mind. She continued her fingering until she could feel the muscles of her vaginal wall contract tightly and quickly around her finger and she moaned, "Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhh," and she came abruptly, wishing with all her strength that he too had been there.
Then, she lay quietly back on the bed, reveling in her first sexual experience, her first climax. She felt tired, her body felt heavy, and she drifted off into a deep sleep, her momentary happiness marred slightly by an all prevailing feeling of guilt that lurked far down in her young, confused mind.
CHAPTER THREE
She awoke early the next morning, but lay in bed until she heard her parents get up and go downstairs. She wasn't quite sure that she would be able to face them after what she had seen, but she knew that she would have to say something. She took a long, hot shower, hoping that it would relax her, but she couldn't forget what had happened.
"Good morning, honey," her father called to her as she walked into the breakfast nook, "Did you sleep well with all the noise from the party?"
"Yes, daddy," she answered, avoiding his eyes guiltily, "just fine." She hoped that her parents wouldn't notice that her hands were shaking as she reached for her orange juice, but if they did, they said nothing. She looked up at them and they both seemed to be in good spirits. She thought that they would show some kind of marks, have a certain kind of look after what they both had been through, but they acted as if nothing had happened! If either one had any idea about the activities of the other, they certainly disguised it very well, she thought.
"Sounded as though you had quite a group here last night, didn't you?" she finally asked.
Her mother looked up and said, "Why yes, there must have been about twenty people or so, and boy, did they drink!"
"Yes, I heard some of it," Jenny said innocently, but waiting for her parents' reaction.
"Really," her father answered, "hope it didn't keep you awake."
"I didn't fall asleep until very late actually, about 2 a.m., but I'm not tired." she replied, looking directly at her mother. It had been about midnight when her mother and Mr. Jacobs had been in the other room and she was wondering if her mother would say anything, but she just looked at her and remained silent.
"I thought I heard Mr. Jacobs here," she continued, still looking at her mother. "I can't stand that dirty old man."
"That's hardly a nice thing to say about Henry," her mother blurted out. "he's always been very nice to you, ever since you were just a child. He's very fond of you."
"Yeah, but I wish he'd keep his comments and hands to himself. He's made passes at me since I've been old enough to know what a pass is!"
"Just what do you mean by that, young lady?" her father interrupted.
"You know what I mean, daddy, he's just overly friendly with his hugs and pats!"
Her mother was staring at her, not sure whether or not to say anymore. I bet she's jealous, Jenny thought. It would serve her right!
'You didn't answer my question. He was here, wasn't he?" she insisted.
"Yes, he was," her mother said simply.
"I was sure it was his voice I heard just outside my door. I didn't go out because he was with someone and I could hear her laughing. It didn't sound like his wife. Wonder who it was," she continued, trying to keep a blank look on her face so that her mother wouldn't suspect. She knew that she was making her uneasy, but she deserved it.
"You shouldn't listen to other people's conversations, dear," her mother said, trying to sound patient and sweet, but rather unsuccessfully.
"I wasn't eavesdropping, mother," she went on, "I couldn't very well help but hear, they weren't very quiet. He must be quite a lover!"
"Just what would you know about lovers? her father asked, looking up from the paper.
"Not much, just what I've read or seen in your movies, daddy," she said smiling.
"Yes, your father is quite a lover," her mother said sarcastically. "Quite a lover."
"That woman in your last film, daddy, the brunette with the low, sexy voice, who is she?" she asked.
"That was Lorna Day, Jenny, and she's not all that sexy in real life," he smiled rather uncomfortably.
"Was she here last night, I thought I recognize that fog horn voice of hers too?"
"Well, it seems like you did quite a bit of listening, didn't you?" her mother said sharply.
"Well, I couldn't very well help it. You weren't exactly the quietest group in the world," she answered bitterly. "But I told you, it doesn't matter, I got quite enough sleep anyway. I found what I heard very interesting anyway. Things like that you sort of forget about when you're in a girl's school."
She directed her caustic comment to both her 'mother and father who were now looking at each other, then at Jenny and back at each other, wondering.
"Grown-ups do make fools of themselves from time to time, Jenny," her father said, "When you combine the liquor, lovely women and good music, a few are bound to get loud and out of hand, but there's time enough for you to find out about those things when you're older, quite a bit older," he added.
She knew that her parents suspected she had heard what had gone on behind the closed doors, but neither one had the courage to come right out and ask her, besides if she had heard, they didn't want to know, it would take too much explaining.
"I think Miss Day is very beautiful, don't you daddy?" she continued. "I would love to be like her when I get older. She's just so . . . sooooo, well, you know what I mean."
"Yes, he knows what you mean," her mother answered for him, "but remember, looks aren't everything!"
"She is a fine person, Lisbeth," her father said to her mother, "and a fine actress."
"I thought I heard you going over some lines with her last night, daddy. Is she in your next movie, too?"
She knew that she was embarrassing her parents, but she couldn't help herself. The last thing she wanted to do was to hurt her father, but he had hurt her so much last night when he had made love to that other woman, she didn't know how else to strike back.
"I think we've heard quite enough about your nosiness, Jenny," her father said quietly, "You shouldn't ask so many questions when it doesn't concern you. Now run along."
She pushed her chair away from the table reluctantly and walked toward the back door, glancing back once to see her parents staring at each other, shrugging and wondering what they should do.
She sat on the back steps for several minutes when she saw their chauffeur pull up with her father's car.
"Is daddy going out this morning?" she asked, looking directly into the chauffeurs dark brown eyes.
"No, Miss Rhodes," he said, glancing down at the ground. "I'm just going to wash the car for him."
"Why, Charles," she said, "I hope I didn't embarrass you by staring at you. It's just that I never noticed how handsome you are. You've got quite a strong build and it's always hidden under your uniform. I think I like you better this way."
"Thank you, Miss," he said, not looking up at her, and went to get the hose.
She moved to another spot in the driveway so that she could watch him while he worked.
"You'd better not sit there, Miss," he said, "you might get wet."
"Oh, that's okay. I've got my old clothes on anyway. Besides, I like to watch you." She was smiling at him as she watched the muscles ripple in his strong arms and back as he rubbed the soap and water over the car. His skin was almost as black as the car and seemed to glisten in the sun like polished ebony. He could feel her eyes on him and turned around several times just to be sure, then turned quickly back to his work. She was making him uncomfortable, but she was enjoying it.
The sun was hot where she was sitting so she unbuttoned the first few buttons on her blouse, just low enough to reveal the top cleavage of her fully-rounded, firm, young breasts. The next time the chauffeur turned around, she pretended to be stretching, accentuating the ripeness of her curves and give him a full view of her proudly jutting mounds.
"It's awfully hot here in the sun," she said, moving closer to the car and taking the nozzle of the hose from his hand, letting her body brush against his for just a second.
"Let me take a drink of water," she said, holding the nozzle up to her mouth. She glanced up at him as she bent over to take a drink, knowing that her voluptuous breasts were now falling forward, almost out of her half-brassiere, and that he could see them plainly. As she straightened up and began to hand the hose back to him, she purposely splashed herself with the water, almost soaking her blouse completely. The thin cotton material clung to her body like a second skin and you could see the outline of her sheer, lace brassiere, the sensuous rise of her bosom and the slight darkening of her breasts around her nipples. She knew that she was driving him crazy as he tried to concentrate on the car and ignore her obvious taunting.
He glanced over at her and she was still standing there, her hands on her hips, her full breasts pushing against the wet material and there was a gleam in her eye.
"What are you staring at, Charles?" she asked coyly.
No-no-nothing, miss," he stammered. "You'd better change your clothes before you catch cold."
"But it's so hot out here, I won't catch cold. Think I'll go to the stable and get my horse. It's a gorgeous day for a ride. See you later, handsome," she called to him as she walked hurriedly to the stable.
She could feel that burning sensation building in her loins again, and she knew that she had aroused Charles just by standing there, and brushing against him. She knew that her actions had been brazen, but she just had to find out what it would be like to have a man. He looked so strong, so virile and so capable, and now was as good a time as any to find out what a man would feel like inside her. She could hardly wait to get to the privacy of the stable, the tension that was mounting between her legs and the curiosity that was growing in her young aroused mind had to be satisfied, and there was only one person she knew that she could force to come to her now. Charles, the colored chauffeur! She waited for just a few minutes and looked back up the driveway to see if he was still standing there.
"Charles ... Charles," she called to him. "I need some help with the bridle and saddle, will you help me?"
"I'll get your father," he answered. "I've got to finish washing the car."
"Charles, that's not my father's job. Besides, I want you to help me. Now come on."
Slowly he put down the chamois cloth and turned off the water and walked reluctantly toward the stable.
When he got there he didn't see her right away and her horse was still tied in the stall and not at the mounting block.
"Where are you, Miss Rhodes," he called, "I've got to hurry."
She walked toward him, her blouse now completely unbuttoned and hanging loosely around her shoulders. Her breasts were standing up like two soft, white grapefruits, enclosed only by the thin strip of silken material of her brassiere.
"Ooohh," he said, turning his back. "You better button yo'self up. Yore mama'll get mad if she sees you like that."
"Don't you think I'm pretty." she asked teasingly, letting her fingers trace lightly over the back of his neck and down his smooth, muscular spine.
"Yes, Miss," he stammered, "but you shouldn't be walking around like that. It just ain't right."
"But Charles, you're such a handsome man," she continued. "I thought that we could get to know each other better."
"No ... noooooo, Miss," he said shakily, "I cain't do nothin' like that, yore daddy 'ud kill me."
She walked around in front of him, throwing her firmly rounded breasts forward until they rubbed against his chest. "Please . . . please, Charles, I know you'd like to touch me there," she purred seductively.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her away. "I can't do that, you know that," he said angrily.
She glanced down at his loose fitting work pants and she could see that his aroused manhood was already rising up and down, making a huge bulge in the front of his trousers.
"But I can tell that you want to," she said teasingly, staring down at his erect organ, and letting her fingers touch the bulge lightly.
"Man, I got to get out of here," he said and started for the door, but she caught his arm.
Her voice was no longer pleading and soft, but hard and demanding.
"Charles, unless you play my game my way, I'll run screaming up to the house and tell my parents that you "touched" me while I was alone here, and you know what they'd do to you. Now what do you think of that?" She knew that he had no choice, that there just wasn't a chance for a colored boy if he touched a white girl, so he stopped, frozen to the spot.
"Don't do this to me, miss," he pleaded, his voice quivering with fright.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Charles, I want to be nice to you," she purred, moving closer to him once again.
She took him by the hand and led him to the back of the stable where they stacked the bales of hay for the horses.
"No one can see us back here," she said impatiently, taking her blouse completely off and unzipping the fastening on her skirt. Charles did not move, but she could see his erect penis, pulsing and jerking inside his trousers and she reached out and grasped it firmly.
"God, you're huge," she gasped, not believing what she had felt. "I always heard you colored boys were built like stud horses, but I wasn't sure whether to believe it or not."
She could feel his whole body shudder under her touch, but she didn't let go.
"Don't be so shy," she continued, lowering her voice, "take off your clothes."
She had let her skirt fall to the stable floor and she stood there in front of him dressed in only her sheer, pink panties and scanty lace brassiere. He drew a sharp breath as he stared at her.
"You like me?" she asked challengingly.
"You're beautiful," he said, his breath coming faster now, and she reached down and unzipped the fly of his trousers. She watched him fascinated as the trousers fell to the floor revealing his strong, hairless legs.
"You look like a marvelous black marble statue," she gasped excitedly, reaching out to touch his chest and belly. His shorts did little to hide the fact that he was monstrously endowed and that he was more than ready for her.
She threw herself against his body and begged, "Undress me . . . take me . . . fuck me, Charles, please do it to me!"
The words sounded strange coming from her mouth for she had never said them before, but she wanted to know, had to know, what that wildly churning woman had felt under the flailing body of her father last night. She had to know ... had to know...
"Oh baby . . . ooohhhh Missy," he groaned, falling to his knees in front of her, easing her panties down over her ankles. He began to kiss her ankles, working his way up over her calves, the fleshy inner part of her thighs until he reached the juncture between her legs. She fell back on a bale of hay, her legs spread obscenely wide, so that one was on either side of the bale.
He reached up in back of her, his dark fingers massaging her soft, white skin, and unfastened her brassiere, letting her full, ripe, soft breasts fall free. His hands cupped her luscious mounds in his hands while his tongue licked passionately up the smooth fleshy inside of her open thighs.
"Oooooohhhhh . . . mmmmmm mmmmm," she purred, "yes . . . it feels sooooo good." she groaned as she squirmed her loins under his wet, licking tongue.
She reached down his back and ran her nails roughly over his skin, raising welts on his black flesh.
"Aaaggghhhh," he groaned, "Easy, baby . . . easy."
"Oh, I need it so bad... so bad," she murmured passionately.
His month was sucking on the soft flesh of her thighs and his tongue began to move slowly up toward her throbbing pubic mound. He licked the small knob of her clitoris and sucked noisily while his fingers pried her legs further apart, manipulating the swollen vaginal lips, searching for the thin, pink slit of her vagina.
She was writhing uncontrollably beneath his caress, hardly able to contain her building desire and lust.
"Yes ... yes ... it feels sooo good,' 'she groaned, her voice thick with passion.
She bucked her hips upward to meet his sucking mouth, her arms and legs flailing wildly in the air.
He pulled away from her for just a moment and tugged impatiently at his shorts, having some difficulty getting the elastic over the huge, thick bulge of his erect, pulsing penis. He stood up in front of her, letting her view the monstrous size of his hardened manhood and she took a deep breath.
"Be gentle," she urged, moaning softly, "I've never made love before!"
He gasped and a look of horror came over his face. "No ... no, I can't ... I can't," he rasped. "Yore daddy'll kill me!"
"Yes . . . yes . . . please . . ." she groaned, "I need it so badly." She sat up for just a moment and took his mammoth cock in her hands and began to rub it up and down, watching it, completely fascinated.
Her fingers could barely close around its thickness and she wondered if all men were built so big and strong this way. She hadn't seen her father's penis too clearly last night as he had had it sunk between the other woman's legs but it hadn't seemed nearly so huge and monstrous. A sudden doubt and fear sprang through her confused mind that maybe she had made a mistake, maybe she couldn't take it but it faded almost as quickly as it had begun. She had to take it, she had to be a woman.
And now was the time!
"Oooooo" he moaned and dropped down to his knees, pulling his huge prick from her hands. She lay back against the bale of hay once again, twisting her body and her legs as far apart as they could possibly go, giving him full access to her feverish virginal passage. He moved his body up on hers slowly, letting her feel the hardness and urgency of his prick as it jerked against her legs and belly, his mouth crushing over one breast, biting harshly at her nipple until it stood out erect and throbbing from the maddening wetness of his lips.
"Oooooohhhhh, Uuuuuuuuuggggghhhhh, that hurts ...," she groaned. He pulled away from her for a second, afraid, but she grabbed his head and pulled him back to her body, urging him not to stop.
The raging feeling in her loins was at a fever pitch and she wriggled her hips under him, begging him silently to take her.
He sensed her urgency and her demand and gradually eased his hips between her widespread thighs, his fingers toying with her swollen, damp vaginal lips, pulling them gently apart as he prepared for his initial impalement.
He eased one finger slowly into her tight, virginal passage, feeling the juice of her passion cover his finger, wiggling it harshly, his nails digging into her moist lining.
"You want it," he groaned, hardly able to control his lust and could feel his thick, throbbing penis pry at the tiny opening between her legs and she groaned loudly as she felt the huge, red knob of his manhood slip between her quivering white thighs.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh," she gasped, "Easy ... it hurts!"
It was all he could do not to ram the entire length of his prick deep into her with one cruel, frantic thrust, but he pushed steadily and slowly until he met the thin, restricting membrane of her maidenhead. She was writhing wildly under him, tears of pain and desire streaming down her cheeks. She could feel his monstrous organ pounding at the barrier and she thought that it would never give way.
"Yes ... yes ... do it... DO IT!" she screamed. "I can't take it any longer."
Her nails dug into his back and urged him forward. With one harsh and furious lunge he sun his hot, pulsing prick deep into her belly, tearing apart mercilessly the virginal membrane guarding the final depths of her tender young womb, "Oooooohhhhh . . . uuuugggghhh," she gasped, trying to catch her breath from the wild, throbbing pain inside her.
She could feel the walls of her vagina clinging possessively around the hardness of his cock and after a few tortured minutes she tried to relax. He lay inside her, buried deep in her womb for several seconds before pulling out and thrusting in again.
"God Missy . . . you're so tight ... so fuckin' tight, what a hot little white pussy you've got." he gasped, as he threw all his weight behind each thrust of his penis.
She could still feel the pain of her open wound, but her desire and need were greater.
"Yes . . . fuck me . . . fuck me hard," she plead? ed. "Do it to me!"
She knew that she was about to cum, she could feel the tight vaginal passage cling and release around his stiff, hot rod, holding it for a second on each cruel plunge.
"You are sooo big in me," she gasped, "It feels so good ... do it... do it!"
"I'm going to fill you with my black sperm," he rasped, delighting on the complete ravaging of her virginal body. "You're never going to want another man!"
i She could hardly catch her breath as he pounded into her, his hips banging harshly against hers, his weight falling heavily on her belly.
"I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to cum," she shouted between gasps. "Fuck me harder."
He could feel the weight in his testicles begin to boil and he knew that he was about to fill her with his hot, liquid sperm so he buried his shaft as deep into her as he could go, feeling his sacs bang against the soft, roundness of her buttocks.
"Yes . . . yes . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming," she whimpered as she felt the floodtide of her emotions break loose and shudder her whole being. At almost the same time she could feel the wild, frenzied contractions of his penis as he jerked his seminal fluid deep into her womb, soaking her completely with his sperm. They rocked together, working their orgasms for what seemed an eternity, until she finally went limp under his weight. He finished his climax, but he still felt huge inside her and her insides felt as though they were on fire.
Slowly he pulled out of her, drops of thick, warm sperm trickling down the inner part of her thigh, clinging possessively to her quivering flesh.
He fell back on his knees, breathing heavily, trying to regain his composure, but not looking up at her.
She reached down and touched his face saying, "Charles, that was wonderful. You made me feel so good."
He couldn't think of anything to say but, "Yes, missy, Thank you," a guilty look of remorse crossing over his face.
She dressed slowly, brushing the hay from her body, hoping that her parents wouldn't be able to tell that she had just become a woman, that now she knew what all the moans and wild cries of passion meant that came from their bedroom. That she knew what it was like to have a man buried deep inside her.
Charles dressed more quickly than she did and walked back outside and returned to washing the car. She ambled up the long walk from the stable to the house, a contented and conquering smile on her face.
That will show them, she thought to herself. Now they don't know anything that I don't. And ... this is just the beginning!
CHAPTER FOUR
She spent the remainder of the week with her parents, but the following Sunday they told her that she would have to go back to school and finish out the term. It Wouldn't be easy to face the girls again after having run away and the thought of being locked up with only girls was frustrating to her. Now that she had had a taste of sex, she wasn't sure that she would be able to wait until her next vacation to sample it again.
She was certain that the girls would know why she had run away and that they wouldn't treat her any differently when she returned, especially Sharon. She wasn't even sure that she could face Sharon after finding out what she had been told about her parents was true. It would be difficult for her to defend them now, after finding out the truth!
It was late Sunday night when the car let her off in front of her dormitory. She stood outside for just a moment, trying to decide what she would say, what she would do when the girls approached her, but nothing came to mind. Her legs were quivering when she walked, up the stairs to the house mother's room and told her that she was back.
"I hope I didn't worry you too much, Mrs. Foster" she said meekly. "I just had to get away for awhile."
"That's all right, dear," she said sympathetically. "I know that it hasn't been easy for you;' your father being so famous, but I've talked with a few of the girls and they realize that they were being unkind, so I'm sure you'll find that you're very welcome and I doubt that you'll have any more trouble. If there ever is anything I can do to help, please do come see me. Now go to your room and get unpacked."
She felt a little better as she walked to her room, but she wondered what she had said to the girls and what the girls had said was wrong. Maybe she would find out, but she wasn't going to ask any of them!
When she was in her room for only a few minutes, she heard a knock on the door.
"It's me, Sharon," a voice called out softly. "May I come in?"
"S-s-sure," she said falteringly, wondering what she could possibly want.
Sharon came in and plopped herself down on the bed. "I'm sorry if we were rough on you, Jenny." she said apologetically. "I guess we were cruel, but I just didn't think. At any rate, I'm glad you're back and please try to forgive me." Jenny turned around and smiled at her. "That's okay, Sharon, we all make mistakes, and maybe I was being a bit snobby to the others, so let's just forget anything ever happened, okay?"
"That would be great. The others are sorry, too, but they chose me to be the spokesman for the group, and I'm glad you're not mad." Oh, I almost forgot," she added, "we're getting together in my room after lights out for a gab fest if you'd care to join us. We'd really like you to come."
"That would be great. I'll sneak out just as soon as they check my room and I can hear the 'Proctor' go down the stairs."
When Sharon left the room, Jenny began singing to herself and wondering just went on during the after-lights sessions in Sharon's room. She had wondered for a long time and now she was going to find out.
She waited for almost ten minutes after the "Proctor" checked her room before she quietly opened her door and peeked down the hall to see if anyone was in sight. A few other doors were opening slowly, but it was just the other girls checking to see if the "Proctor" had left also. One by one they all tiptoed to Sharon's room and closed the door. They all sat in the center of the floor with only a small dim flashlight lighting their faces "Ssshhh," Sharon warned. "We don't want to get caught," trying to hold back a giggle.
None of the. girls said anything to her about her "vacation," because they just assumed that Sharon had taken care of that, but she no longer felt like a stranger, she felt accepted, like any of the other girls and she couldn't help grinning.
The girls sat around on the floor, exchanging notes on what had happened over the week-end.
"Well, Pete met me as usual," Sharon said. "Only this time we didn't stay for the whole movie!"
"Where'd you go," one girl asked. "What happened? You're lucky you didn't get caught."
"We went to an apartment of one of his friends and drank some be.?r. He tried to put the make on me right in front of some of his friends, but I wouldn't let him."
"Oh, come on Sharon," another said, "We all know you and Pete have been carrying on all year, so what was so different that day?"
"We!!, all the lights were on. In the movies it's different, the other people can't see you or don't care, but there were about eight other people there just looking at us. It was weird!"
"What do you mean, 'carrying on'?" Jenny asked nervously.
"Oh, you know," Sharon replied, but not directly answering her question.
She found it difficult to believe that some of the other girls weren't virgins either, and she wished that she had the nerve to come right out and ask them, but she just waited and listened to the others talk.
"Sam and I did some pretty heavy petting in the back of the car on the way back to school," one girl said. "God, it feels wonderful. I had no idea. I'd never let him touch me there before," she continued, pointing between her legs. "It gives me goose bumps just to think about it!"
"I've never done that," one of the younger girls chimed in. "I don't think I'd like it."
"Oh you'd like it all right," Sharon said. "Just wait a while longer and that innocent boyfriend of yours won't be so patient."
"What'd you do, Carol," Sharon asked a girl who hadn't said anything all night.
"I went home for the week-end and my mother asked me if I needed birth control pills! Can you imagine that... my mother!"
"Well, what did you tell her. You and Dave haven't just been holding hands for the past three months."
"I didn't know what to tell her. I just sort of stammered that I doubted it, but I think she knew. Anyhow, she slipped some into my suitcase before I left the house. If my father ever found out, he'd kill her... and me!" She laughed nervously.
"You're sleeping with Dave," Jenny asked. "Since when, what's it like?"
"Well, if she's not sleeping with him, I'd like to know how she got those bruise bites on her stomach!" Carol's room-mate added, laughingly.
"That's none of your business what Dave and I do," Carol said angrily.
"Oh come off it everyone," Sharon mediated, "We're not all lily white and pure, so what's the difference?"
Jenny wondered how many of the girls were actually virgins and how many of them just said they were. However, from the gist of the conversation, it seemed to be more the vogue if you weren't a virgin. She found it difficult to believe that every girl in the room had had experiences with a man before and she was certain that some of them just made their stories up.
It was close to midnight when the girls wandered back to their rooms one by one, until Sharon and Jenny were the only ones left.
"I'm not really tired," Sharon said, "Why don't you stay for a little while longer and tell me all about your visit home."
"Not much to tell, really," she said, wishing that she could tell someone what she had done.
"I've got some pictures here that you might like, if you'd care to see them." Sharon said, then added, seeing the look of concern on Jenny's face.
"No, they're not of your father or mother, believe me!
"What are they," she asked, her curiosity obvious.
"I stole them out of my brother's room the last time I was home. Boy, he must be a horny bastard," she continued laughingly. "He's only twenty, but the girls chase him right down the street."
She opened a box that was in the back of one drawer and took out a stack of pictures printed on cheap postcards.
"They're all different," Sharon said, handing them to Jenny and holding the flashlight very close. "Aren't they something?"
Jenny looked at the first picture and gasped aloud. She couldn't believe her eyes, it was of a couple making love!
"Just look at the expression on her face," Sharon commented. "She looks like she's in absolute heaven, doesn't she?"
"Yes . . . yes . . . she does," Jenny breathed unbelievingly, her eyes still glued to the first picture. The woman was lying on a bed, her legs spread wide apart and a huge man was kneeling between them, his gigantic cock buried to the hilt in her. The picture must have been taken at an odd angle, because you could see where his enormous, rigid shaft disappeared into the tender, pink folds of her vagina. Just a half inch or so of his cock was showing and she wondered if he was in her as far as he could go and he still was left outside her! He was built like Charles and she thought only negroes were supposed to be built like that! The woman's face was contorted in a depraved sort of ecstasy, her lips curling slightly from the pleasure and probably pain from his monstrous impalement.
She looked over at Sharon and she too had a slight smile on her face.
"What's so funny?" Jenny asked.
"I was just watching you," she whispered slyly. "Have you ever gone 'all the way' with anyone?"
Jenny was startled at her pointed question, but answered as nonchalantly as she could, "Sure, haven't you?"
"Yeah," Sharon answered simply and began flipping the pictures over so that Jenny could see the whole stack.
"Check this one," she said, showing her a picture of a woman sucking an enormous prick in her mouth. You could see the tip of her tongue on the underside of the penis and there was a strange, hungry look in her lust-glazed eyes.
"God, look at the size of that," Jenny murmured. "It almost doesn't look real. Wonder if someone is actually built like that?"
Both girls started to giggle, when suddenly they heard footsteps outside in the hall.
"Quick, let's duck under the covers," Sharon said. "I don't want the proctor to see the light or hear us."
Jenny quickly slipped under the covers of Sharon's bed, still trying to stifle her laughter. They made a small tent under the blanket and turned on the flashlight again.
"Let me see the rest of them," Jenny asked excitedly, taking some of the pictures from Sharon's hand. "I can't believe that people actually pose for things like this!" God, how that must feel, she thought, and she wished that she could feel like that right now.
"He certainly is a huge stud, isn't he?" Sharon said, reading her thoughts. "How'd you like to get some of that action. Bet he'd spoil you for everyone else, he's so enormous."
"It'd probably hurt, don't you think?" Jenny mused.
"Maybe, but think of how it would feel after he's all the way in! How marvelous!" She shuddered slightly, moving closer to Jenny as if she were cold.
Jenny studied every picture, marveling at the different angles and poses the people were able to contrive. "They look like crabs, all legs and arms," she said finally. "Wonder if everyone looks like that?"
"Well, you said that you're not a virgin so you should know. I thought you were actually, when did you lose 'it?'" Jenny waited for a few minutes and then decided that she may as well tell her, after all, she wasn't a virgin either.
"It happened while I was home last week," she said. "The chauffeur!"
"The chauffeur," Sharon said amazed. "Isn't he colored?"
"Yes . . . yes, he is," she answered hesitantly, then laughed, "but hung like a stud horse!"
Both girls laughed and she could tell that Sharon was trying not to act shocked.
"I've never done it with a colored person," she admitted. "Is it any different from a white man?"
"Don't know," she said, "never had a white man!
"God, suppose you get pregnant," Sharon said. "What would you do?"
"I'm not worried about that right now, I just got to be careful from now on or I may get in trouble!"
She could tell that she had gained new respect in Sharon's eyes and she smiled and thought, so this was what's been going on.
"Wonder where you buy these pictures," Jenny asked. "They must be hard to get a hold of."
"My brother hangs out downtown a lot and some of his friends are pretty wild, so I guess he got them from them. I stole something else from him too," she said.
"I'll get it in a minute, but look at the rest of these pictures before I put them away."
Jenny had been studying each picture so carefully that she was only half way through the stack.
The next picture she turned to was one of two men and a woman. The woman was stretched out, spread-eagle on the bed and one man was kneeling in back of her, his long, thick phallus just beginning to slide into her mouth. The other man was kneeling between her legs, his mouth completely! covering her wide-spread pubis and his tongue was darting out, flicking at her clitoris and vaginal lips.
"She looks like she's about to go out of her mind," Sharon commented. "Can you imagine having two men make love to you at once. It must be wild."
Jenny could feel a tightening between her legs as she remembered what Charles had done to her with his tongue before he took her virginity, and she pressed her legs tightly together, but the burning sensation remained. She rubbed her hands anxiously up and down on her thin nightgown, kneading the flesh of her thighs beneath the cotton material.
"Whew," she murmured, "that's quite a turn-on!"
She shuddered involuntarily, and Sharon casually put her arm over her waist and whispered, "I have something that will really turn you on. Do you want to see it now?"
"Y-yes, I think so," she stammered. "But it can't be any wilder than this."
Sharon slid over the top of Jenny and out of bed quietly opening her top dresser drawer and pulled out an object and quickly slid back under the covers.
"What's that?" Jenny asked astonished, the outline not quite clear in the dim light from the flashlight.
"What does it look like?" Sharon said, holding it down directly under the light so she could see better.
"I know what it looks like, but what's it for?" she asked again, not taking her eyes away from the long, sausage-like object.
"All the girls have used it at one time or another, it's really quite nice. Do you want me to show you?"
Jenny didn't say anything for a few minutes, then reached out and breathlessly took the penis-like instrument in her hand. "God, it looks so real.
Where did you get that?"
"I stole this from my brother's room, too. Want to try it?" Sharon asked again, a lewd excitement burning in her eyes.
Jenny already was aroused from looking at the pictures, but she wasn't sure that she could go along with what Sharon had in mind and her concern showed on her face.
"Move over, I'm freezing," Sharon said, adjusting the covers over them so that she could curl down next to Jenny.
Jenny was still holding the pictures in her hand, and Sharon began to describe what it must feel like to have someone that huge inside of you.
"This one is just as big as that guy's in the picture. See?" And Jenny looked again at the monstrous dildo.
She tried to cross her legs to quell the disturbing nervous feeling she was getting, but her curiosity and desire had been aroused and she wasn't sure what to do about it.
Sharon moved closer to her in the bed, almost pinning her up against the wall, and let her hand reach up and gently touch her breast. Her nipples were already erect from the erotic and tantalizing pictures and Sharon's descriptions and she couldn't deny that she wanted a man very desperately at that very moment.
"We shouldn't . . . it's not right," Jenny protested. "Someone may come in and then what'd we do?"
"Sssssshhhh, just be quiet and I'll show you. Don't be embarrassed, all the other girls have used it. After all, we can't have boys with us all the time."
Sharon's hand closed firmly over her breast. She felt as though she were being trapped, yet she was unable to move and the soft female touch excited her. She didn't have the power to resist the other girl's advances.
"Relax," Sharon murmured quietly, leaning over and warmly kissing her ear. She began to nibble at her neck and ears and she stirred uncomfortably beneath her caress, but Sharon held her fast. "Once you've had a boy's cock, it's hard to go without it, I know. So just relax and let me make you happy," she whispered hypnotically. Jenny couldn't believe what was happening, that Sharon was a lesbian, but her body cried out to be satisfied, and when Sharon's soft, lipstick covered mouth covered her own, she felt her own lips gradually giving way under the pressure. Sharon's tongue traced a line over her lips, flicking in and out of her mouth gently at first and then more insistently. Her body was crushed against hers and she let the pictures slip out of her hand and onto the floor. She tried weakly to push her away, but her lass was so demanding and passionate that she found herself wanting to return it.
Sharon had the huge, rubber cock in her hand and was rubbing it teasingly up and down her, under her nightgown.
"Oooohhhhh," Jenny murmured. "Mnnnoooo."
"It feels good, doesn't it," Sharon murmured, pulling her mouth away for just a moment.
"Mmnammmm, yes ... yes," she whimpered softly, "but it's not right, oooooh, it's just not right, oooooh."
Sharon did not give her a chance to protest any further, but reached her hand all the way up beneath her nightgown and began to" caress the fullness of her breasts, pinching gently at the pink nipples, tweaking them until they ached.
"Take off your gown," she whispered, slipping her own down over her shoulders, and wriggling her hips until it lay at the bottom of the bed. Jenny did not move so Sharon pulled gently at the hem of her nightgown and eased it over her head as she lay there completely entranced, all resistance destroyed by the lewd flames of desire licking salaciously down between her strengthless legs.
Her body felt as though it would burn up from desire and as Sharon crushed her body against hers, she knew that it was too late to stop, that her desire had to be fulfilled.
Sharon's hand reached down and began to tickle the vee of her loins, finding the soft, sensitive lips of her vagina, moving them back and forth gently and expertly. Jenny moved her hips back and forth, her own passion taking charge of her body and her mind.
"God," she whispered, "that feels soooo good."
"It'll be better in a minute," Sharon choked out, rubbing her thumb over the nob of her clitoris until it stood up erect and hard. "That's the spot ... that's it," she whispered almost to herself.
The rubber organ was lying next to them on the bed and she wanted to reach out and grab it, hold it and pretend that she was in bed with a man, but Sharon's hands held her fast.
"Do you want it " Sharon whispered, biting softly at her tender, ripe breasts. "Ohhhh . . . yesssss," she answered. "I feel sooo good..."
The tension in her body was becoming unbearable and she couldn't unwind. Her muscles were contracted with anticipation and need, her whole body heated with the raging desire, the burning need of sexual fulfillment.
Sharon pulled away for just a moment and threw back the covers. "Just a minute," she said, "I'll make you feel like no boy ever could."
Both girls were so caught up in their passion that nothing else mattered, but satisfaction. She slid out of bed again, this time taking the false penis with her. When she stood up the light caught the immensity of the organ as Sharon tied it around her hips.
She could see that there were two loose rubber sacs attached to the giant rod, which hung down from the ties. Sharon was pouring something into the back of the phallus and she asked, "What're you doing?"
"Oil . . . baby oil," she answered. "Hot water is better, but I'm afraid to go out into the hall. It'll make you feel like ten guys have cum inside of you." Her voice was thick and choked as she hurriedly tied the huge prick to her body and slid back into bed alongside Jenny.
She was trembling from anticipation and fear as Sharon urged her to spread her legs, something inside her was stopping her.
"Don't be ashamed," she said, "it'll make you feel so good," and she began to run her hands wantonly over her quivering body.
Sharon was kneeling between her legs, aiming the monstrous instrument at her open and unprotected vagina.
"It's too big, it'll hurt," she whimpered, doubts coursing through her tortured brain in spite of the heat in her belly.
"The oil will make it easier," she answered, moving up closer to her tiny, open slit and pressing the full length of her body down on Jenny's heaving torso.
The nipples of Sharon's breasts were crushing against hers, teasingly, demandingly, increasing her desire to a fever pitch. She could feel the rubber phallus rubbing against the inside of her thighs and she tried to close her eyes and pretend that it was a boy . . . her very own lover. Sharon's hands slipped beneath her hips and raised her slightly so that she could have better access to her waiting cunt, and then, gradually she felt the huge, hard prick begin to push at her vaginal lips, the head teasingly spreading the soft, sparse pubic hair,, impatiently thrusting for entry between her open thighs.
"Ooooohhhhh," she groaned as she felt the hard, oily cock slip gently between her legs and into her throbbing orifice. Little by little she pushed her hips forward as Sharon worked the rubber rod deeper and deeper into her now aching cunt.
They were both breathing hard now, pushing against each other's body with an undeniable urgency. Sharon's hands were working over her body like a dozen masseurs, kneading, pressing, digging into the soft, pliable flesh of her body. The cock was so enormously long and thick in her that when she pushed it in the last inch she thought that she would be torn apart. She jerked from the pain of the impalement, but there was no escape.
Sharon's hands held her firmly onto the long, hard staff, her fingers digging into her buttocks and holding her firmly impaled on the huge, monstrous instrument.
"Yes . . . yes . . God yes, I'm gonna fuck you good," she murmured, thrusting in deeply with all her strength.
"Aaagggggghhh," Jenny almost screamed before Sharon's mouth crushed down on her, biting harshly at her lips and tongue.
Her body was on fire, and she began to respond wildly to the ramming and thrusting of this unnatural fucking she was being subjected to. It felt as though the giant stump-like cock was buried right in her belly, tearing her apart with every stroke, like a red hot poker. She forgot about everything else except for the sudden demand her body made for its own lewd sexual satisfaction.
Sharon eased up for just a moment, and she choked out thickly, "Don't stop, please . . . don't stop now." Her own hands reached down and grabbed her full, -soft buttocks, pulling them closer and deeper between her widespread thighs. She knew that she would climax soon and she didn't want this wonderful feeling to stop ... it couldn't stop!
She could feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract against the thickness of the huge prick and she bucked her hips up and down, her legs flailing out on either side of her in order to take in every inch of the gigantic cock.
"I can't stand it . . . you're killing me," she groaned as Sharon increased her thrusts. Her voice was choked with sobs of ecstasy and her passion overflowed racing through her body like a flood-tide.
"I'm going to cum . . . I'm going to cum," she rasped.
"That's it... do it.. . cum . . . cum," Sharon begged her, her own breath hot and moist on Jenny's face. The girls writhed and squirmed together violently, nothing else mattering except their own lust and desire. They were so caught up in their lovemaking that they didn't hear the footsteps stop just outside the door. They had no way of knowing that someone was listening to their heated groans and words, but there was!
All that mattered was that there was a huge prick inside her and she closed her eyes tightly and visualized again what she had seen that night in her father's bedroom.
"Oh daddy . . . ooohhhhh daddy, do it... do it to me," she gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me! Love me, daddy... love me!"
The night watchman and janitor had walked past the room several times, thinking that he heard noises corning from inside, but this time he stopped and pressed his ear to the door. He had heard these same sounds coming from this room many times, but tonight they seemed louder and more desperate. He didn't know who was inside, but it didn't matter. He visualized two young, sex-starved girls experimenting with each other until they could stand it no longer and from their groans and panting he knew exactly what was going on. He rubbed his hands over the growing bulge in his trousers, checking up and down the hall to see that no one else was around, then carefully unzipped his fly and pulled out his own hard, thick, pulsing manhood, and rubbed it back and forth vigorously, pulling the foreskin back over the purplish-red knob and back on the shaft. God, I'd like to get some of that girl that's getting fucked, whoever she is, he thought ... so young ... so innocent . . . how sweet it would be, and she's just begging for it. Several times his other hand rested on the doorknob, debating whether or not he should just go in and take them both, but he stopped in time. His penis ached from the heat of his lust and masturbation and he wanted to bury himself deep into some sweet young thing's open, waiting cunt.
"Ooohh daddy . . . give it to me . . . do it . . . fuck me harder," he heard one girl hissing, her voice raised with choking sobs.
"I'll do it to you," he said softly to himself as he could feel his sperm boiling in his testicles as he was about to cum in his hand.
While inside on the rocking, squeaking mattress: "I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming," Jenny gasped as she felt her vagina contract and expand around around the hard, thick phallus, and at that very moment she could feel her womb, her belly, her whole body being filled with the oil flooding her like a dam that had broken.
"Yes . . . yes . . . Aaagggghhhhh, yes, that's it, daddy. Fill me with your cum, fill me!" She choked as her hips rose to accept every ounce of the tribute. "Ooooooh, DADDY!"
When she had completed her final spasm, she relaxed against the mattress, her muscles weak from exertion and Sharon rolled off from on top of her. The girls lay side by side, their hands touching lightly and Jenny could feel herself about to fall asleep.
"That was marvelous," she whispered, no longer ashamed, "I feel so good ... so completely satisfied. Wonderful. "I told you you'd enjoy it," Sharon said, a triumphant tone in her voice, like she was a man. "It's almost better than having a boy fuck you. I've never had one who was built like this," she continued, stroking her false, still hard prick, "and it never gets soft, it can go on for as long as you need it!"
Jenny reached out and touched the giant dildo and said, "It wasn't quite fair, I got satisfied and you didn't. Next time I'll have to do it to you!"
"Oh I came," Sharon reassured her. "I prefer being the man actually. I suppose the psychology teacher could read something into that, but I just happen to think it's fun for a change!"
The janitor had spent himself and was hurriedly zipping up his fly and tiptoed down the hall and hid in a closet so he could watch and see who came out of the room.
He waited for only a minute before Jenny carefully opened the door and sneaked back to her own room.
So that's the hot, little number . . . wait until I get a crack at her, he thought to himself, fighting the urge to rush into her room and ravish her young, tender cunt right then and there.
Jenny closed the door to her room and crawled into bed. Her mind was confused at what she had done. She knew that it wasn't right, that two girls just don't do that sort of thing, but it wasn't really like two girls. It had felt so real, so much like a man, that maybe it wasn't so bad. She didn't want to think about it, but she knew that tomorrow it would haunt her waking moments and hoped that it didn't torture her dreams too.
"Oh daddy," she whispered to herself as she fell asleep, her body satisfied but her mind in turmoil of doubt and confusion. "You fucked me so good tonight."
CHAPTER FIVE
The week went smoothly and she didn't have any trouble with the girls and Sharon didn't mention anything about their "affair" that Sunday night. It still bothered her somewhat, but as the days went by her conscience was eased.
On Thursday afternoon after classes, all the girls gathered once again in Sharon's room and discussed their plans for the week-end. After everyone had left, Sharon told Jenny that on Saturday several of the local boys were having a party at an. apartment and that they were invited.
"I told them all about you and Pete told me to bring you along. It should be a gas. What'd you say?"
"What kind of a party is it?" she asked hesitantly. "What do they do?"
"Probably have a few beers and the usual things, but Pete promised me that we would be doing some real out of sight things I He told me I had to learn sometime, and there was no time like the present. Sounds exciting, doesn't it?"
"I wonder what he means by 'out of sight.' It sounds spooky!" Jenny replied, but a chill of anticipation shuddered through her body.
"Don't worry about anything. Pete said that he has three or four guys that have been dying to take you out, so you don't have to worry about a date. You'll probably be the hit of the party. In fact, sometimes I think Pete would like to ask you out too."
"I'd never go out with your boyfriend, Sharon, you know that."
"I know you wouldn't, Jen, but I've seen the way these guys pass the girls around. They're heartbreakers, but soooo much fun. I just know it'll be a ball."
Jenny thought about the things that had gone on at her parents' party and she wondered if it would be anything like that. Just the thought of several boys vying for her attention made her excited. It would give her a chance to try her vamping powers. Maybe she could be as sexy and desirable as Lorna Day, the woman who was making love to her father! She stood in front of her mirror admiring the full, voluptuous curves that filled out her sweater, the narrowness of her waist and the soft roundness of her hips and buttocks. I've got to wear something very sexy and slinky, she thought to herself and started to go through her closet to find the most inviting thing she could find. It had to be something extra special if she was going to impress the boys and make them want her. She knew that some of the local girls wore pretty daring clothes and she couldn't be any different or she wouldn't fit in. She was finally popular with the girls at school again and she didn't want to take any chances of losing ground again, it had taken her too long to win their friendship. She stared at all the clothes hanging neatly in her closet, but none seemed to be quite appropriate for the party. She had some very low-cut, provocative cocktail dresses, but she couldn't very well walk out of the dormitory wearing one of them or she'd be caught for sure, so she went to Sharon's room to discuss the possibilities with her. She should know what would be best. "What are you going to wear to the party?" she asked, feeling a little embarrassed that she had to depend on her friend for advice.
"Something slinky, you can bet on that, and very little underwear," she laughed. "Why, what're you going to wear?"
"I don't think that I have anything that would be real good," she said, "and I don't want to feel out of place. Will you help me pick something out?"
"Sure, be glad to, and if you're not satisfied, I've got plenty of things you can borrow. They may be a little snug on you since you're more stacked than I am, but that's all the better actual- Together they looked through Sharon's closet and picked out a very tight-fitting black dress that was cut low in front, and flared just slightly over the hips, but stopped several inches above the knees.
"I think you'd look great in this hot pink outfit, Jen," she said. "Try it on, I bet you'll be a knockout!"
Jen tried on the skirt and sweater outfit, tugging at the hem of the skirt to pull it down.
"I'm shorter than you, Jen, but it looks okay on you ... in fact, it looks fantastic. If I had legs like yours, I'd wear all my clothes just that short. Here, try on the sweater."
She slipped the sweater over her head and pulled it smoothly over her ample, firm breasts and tucked it inside the skirt.
"Get your push-up brassiere, it'll give you a mile of cleavage and that will really drive them out of their minds."
Jenny ran down the hall to her room and got her brassiere that she called her "body bra" and put it on. Once again she pulled the bright pink sweater over her head and adjusted it. Her breasts stood out pointedly, the soft, full curve that showed above the half-cup of the brassiere was temptingly revealed in the vee of the neckline.
"Wow . . . double wow!" Sharon gasped. "That ought to get it!"
Jenny stood on her toes in an effort to get a full length view of her outfit, but she couldn't see.
"Stand on the bed," Sharon told her, and she bounced up on the bed and stood there admiring her figure in the mirror.
"It's quite an outfit, isn't it," Jenny said, running her hands over the soft, resilient curve of her breast and placing her hands on her hips, accentuating the smallness of it. "The skirt is so short, do you think I can get out of the dormitory without getting caught?"
"Wear your trench coat and no one will know the difference. Believe me, you look great."
Jenny got down from the bed and said, "thanks a lot, Sharon, you're a real life saver. I just didn't know what I was going to wear."
"Anytime," she grinned back. "Just think of the fun we're going to have. I get all nervous and excited just thinking about it. Pete and I have done just about everything I know of, so I'm anxious to see what these different and strange things are he's talking about!"
"It does sound fantastic," Jenny said excitedly, closing the door behind her and hurrying to her room before anyone saw her dressed like that.
She couldn't help thinking about what was going to happen in two days when she went to sleep, just the thought of the mysterious way Pete had phrased the invitation was thrilling enough. She could hardly wait to see what the boys looked like that had wanted to take her out. She hoped that they would be big and handsome, not the intellectual type, she just wasn't in the mood for that. She wanted a real man . . . someone like her father!
The next day she had her psychology seminar, but her mind wasn't on her lesson. She just sat there and half listened as the lecturer began.
"Today we are going to discuss the Oedipus complex and the Father-Daughter relationships," he began. "I don't know how many of you have given it much thought, but I am going to try to bring out a point that I want you to think about, ponder and perhaps it may change your way of thinking and your life. Since you live in a basically female world here at school, it is difficult for you to experience any male guidance, like that your father would give you if you were home, so in your cases, this lecture is doubly important, so please pay attention.
"I'm all sure you have heard, or even used the term 'mama's boy,' when referring to someone you know who appears to be overly protected by his mother, or just a sissy type. Most of the time these boys will grow out of their close attachment to their mothers, but where there is not a dominant male or strong father influence, these boys may never grow to a secure masculine maturity, and as a result, will be dominated by women all their lives. Sometimes there is no father in the home, or the father himself has been dominated by women all his life. It is an unfortunate circumstance, because even if these men do marry, they invariably choose a woman who will be a mother to them and not a partner who can share their lives. They expect to be pampered, coddled and taken care of by the woman of their choice. Most of the time these women are older and delight in spoiling their "little boy," but hopefully, none of you present in the classroom are looking for, or want this type of relationship.
"More important to your lives is the Father-Daughter syndrome. In most marriages, the male is the dominant member of the family. He earns the living, supports the family, makes the decisions and the woman listens and obeys her husband. This does not imply that the father is the tyrant in the family by any means. More often than not, he is the sympathetic listener, arbitrator and friend, but this, too, can present problems when the man has only daughters and no sons, or the daughter is the youngest and the favored. How many times have you asked your mother for permission for something and been denied, then turned around and asked your father to interfere for you' and giant you permission? I'm sure you have used all your feminine wiles, your smiles, hugs and kisses to convince him that what you want to do is all right and you should be allowed."
Several of the girls in the class began to giggle, knowing that surely all of them at one time or another had done just that.
"Yes, you can laugh," the professor continued, "but you know it's true. Women have been the seducers of men since time began, and I'm afraid, it doesn't matter whether they were three or sixty! Look at Delilah, Cleopatra, Catherine the Great, Helen of Troy. All these women used their feminine charms to seduce and twist men around their fingers, and these men were not 'mama's boys!' "Ask yourself this question, 'How many of you call your fathers "Daddy" and your mothers "mother," not "mummy or mommy?" This alone is an indication of how you feel about your fathers."
Jenny thought about her reactions when she was making love with Charles, how she had seduced him and then pretended it was her father, and the same thing when she had been with Sharon! I love my father she thought to herself, but it surely isn't in some unnatural way, I'm not trying to seduce him... or am I?
The professor continued, "Don't let these thoughts scare you for they are the most natural things in the world. Naturally you respect your fathers, even perhaps revere them, they are your ideal of what every man should be. Fathers think that no man is good enough for their daughters and it is with reluctance, no matter how strong they may be, that they give their daughters to some young man in marriage. They still worry about their welfare, whether they are being treated fairly and would cheerfully choke any man who slandered or hurt them, so it is the natural thing that the daughters should respond vehemently to their father's impressions."
"You will find, I'm sure, that consciously or subconsciously, you rate or judge the boys you date by your father; perhaps not directly, but certainly by what you think your father would say if he met the young man in your own home."
Jenny thought, God, Charles was no more like my father than an apple is to a pear; they are both men, but completely different in every aspect, yet she couldn't deny that she had used Charles to get back at her father for making love to Lorna Day. She had been jealous!
"This is not always an easy thing to overcome, just as your father thinks no one is good enough for you, you may think that no man will ever measure up to your father! It can develop into a vicious circle if you let it, but as you mature and learn to accept each man as an individual, learn to accept his good points along with his bad, then you grow to love and respect your chosen mate with a true camaraderie, true compassion and true love. This is the point that I am trying to make ... we cannot judge people by others. We all make comparisons, naturally, but we cannot be unfair in our judgments. You, I'm sure, all feel that your fathers are perfect, but, believe me, they, too, have their faults as every other human, so you must not let it jade your decisions in choosing a boyfriend or that all important decision of a lifetime mate."
Jenny was listening to what the professor was saying, but she couldn't help but let her mind stray to the party that was going to take place on Saturday. She wondered whether the boys would know who her father was, would they treat her any differently because she had a famous father, or would they accept her like any other eager, attractive young girl. She knew that she had so much to offer, but she didn't want to be hurt again by anyone. She had been hurt by her girlfriends earlier in the year, her father had unconsciously hurt when she caught him making love to Miss Day, and she didn't think she could stand it again. The boys just had to like her no matter what she had to do to make them.
"I want to be loved, loved completely with no barriers," she whispered to herself, but perhaps a bit more loudly than she anticipated or realized.
"What did you say, Miss Rhodes," the professor said, interrupting his lecture for just a moment.
"Ww-hat," she stammered. "Oh, nothing, I was just thinking out loud."
The professor smiled at her and said, "I know, Jennifer, and I heard part of what you murmured, and it is the most normal desire in the world ... to be loved. Your case is a special one in that you have a very famous and very handsome and respected father, it isn't surprising that you should love him very much and expect others to love him, but you must realize that everyone does not have the same visage, the same talents or attractiveness of your father. They may be talented, attractive or special in many other ways. This is exactly what I am trying to get you young ladies to understand."
Jenny blushed and wondered if anyone else in the room had heard what she had said, and she glanced over at Sharon who was looking back at her with a knowing, but warm smile.
At least they don't chide me anymore, don't make fun of me, and Sharon accepts me I Sharon's acceptance had become very important to her, because she knew that if she did, as the accepted leader in the dorm, the others would not question her.
"I think I know what you mean, or what you're saying, Professor Wright," she said meekly. "After all, our fathers are the first men in our lives and therefore we would naturally use them as a guide and level. It's just that sometimes it's hard to accept it!"
"It's never easy, Jenny. Life is full of disappointments, broken hearts, yet these bad experiences give a fuller understanding and a readiness to appreciate the good things and the happy times. Just remember that and you'll never go too far off the beaten path."
It made her feel better to know that others faced the same problem that she did, that she wasn't the only girl in the world who worshipped her father. If she had been the only one the professor wouldn't be making this subject the crux of his lecture.
One of the other girls in the room raised her hand.
"Yes, Carolyn," the professor said. "Do you have a question?"
"Well, it's rather personal, professor, but I suppose it's all right to ask it. I know all the girls and they are familiar with my background anyway."
"Well, he said, pausing, "if you would care to discuss it with me after class, that's perfectly all right too."
"No, I'd rather say it now, because I know others have the same situation I do, too." She continued, "My father has never been around the house very much, he travels extensively for his company and is just there for a few days when I'm home for vacation, and sometimes even that is cut short. My mother has been the one to discipline me, sure, but I don't resent her for it, hate her or love my father more because he isn't the disciplinarian. In fact, I don't really feel that I know my father. I couldn't say what he would do in any given circumstance, but I do know what my mother would do. Does this make my relationship an unnatural oner "Certainly not," the professor said. "I think you are very fortunate that you don't bear any hard feelings toward your mother or your father. Not that you should, but often times young people do rebel against those who lay down the law and favor the more lenient parent, but respecting the law and obeying it is also a part of maturity and living successfully in our society. You have reached this plane at a very early age and it should be considered a blessing."
"I'm not saying that I've never hated my mother or my father, but I've never stopped loving them at the same time. Is this possible?
"Assuredly, Carolyn. There will always be times when we feel hurt and say we hate someone, but deep inside we know that we still love them."
This last comment jolted Jenny to a reality that she had never thought of before. She had hated her father when she saw him with that other woman, but yet she turned around and pretended that he was her love object when she had seduced the chauffeur. This was exactly what he was talking about, and he said that it was normal.
"The bell is about to ring, ladies," he said', "but think about what I've told you today, and remember, we all love in different ways, we can love many people at the same time, but each in a different way. I needn't tell you that there is a vast difference between a sexual love and a spiritual love, but so many times the young get the two confused, and this, too, is all a part of growing up.
Sharon nudged Jenny and whispered, "I don't care what kind of love it is, as long as I get my share!"
Jenny giggled and said, "Me, too. Gosh, I can't wait for Saturday, I'm getting excited just thinking about it, all those boys and God knows what else. It should really be a blast."
The bell rang and the girls filed out of the room and to the dormitory for study hour.
"Carolyn," Sharon asked, "were you putting the professor on about your mother and father. You've told me that you hate your father, that you're afraid of him."
"Well, sometimes I do hate him and I guess it is a type of fear, but deep down I do love him. No, I wasn't putting him on, I was just trying to understand how I feel."
"Aren't we all," Jenny interjected.
"Amen," Sharon said laughingly.
"Why don't you study in my room this afternoon, Jenny," Sharon asked winking at her. "Then we can talk about Saturday, okay. I want to get some of your opinions."
"That's great, let me get my notes and books and I'll be right down," and she ran up the stairs to her room and got her books.
Sharon was already at her desk when Jenny walked in, but jumped and quickly shoved something in her desk drawer.
"Oh, it's you, you scared me," she said, almost flying out of her chair.
"What were you doing," Jenny asked.
"Just looking at the pictures again, trying to imagine what Pete had in mind for the party."
"Has he seen the pictures?" Jenny asked.
"No, I told him about them a few weeks ago, but I don't want them to get out of my possession, if you know what I mean."
"Let me see them again," she asked anxiously. "It was so dark the other night that I couldn't really get a good look."
"Sure, here," she said, pushing the stack toward her, "but put them inside your notebook in case someone comes in."
Jenny put the pile of postcards inside her book and began studying each picture carefully.
"They certainly get in some weird contortions," she mused out loud. "Looks like they must be made of rubber."
"Like our little 'man' over there in the drawer," Sharon grinned.
"Yeah, something like that," she answered giggling. "Wonder if these men are wearing them?"
"No, look carefully, you can't see any ties around them, it must be the real thing. Can you just imagine how a real one that size would feel inside of you?"
"Some of these pictures must have been taken with mirrors, I swear," she commented. "I've never seen anything like it."
"Do you think that Pete would ever do anything like that?" Jenny asked hesitantly.
"I don't know, he's been around a lot, all of the fellows have, and from the way they talk, you'd think that they were all the biggest studs around! I even hate to think of it, it gives me goose bumps.
Pete is a good lover, but he sure as hell isn't built like that guy in these pictures. Maybe he took some kind of drug to make him that size?"
"God, I sure hope that I never meet a man who's hung like that, it'd be enough to kill me," Jenny said.
It was relieving to her that she could talk to someone like Sharon who knew what was going on. She felt so grown-up, so worldly since she had lost her virginity, and it was exciting just to be able to talk to someone who didn't think it was terrible and felt the same way she did.
"Has Pete ever made love to you other than the regular way?" she asked finally. "Some of these pictures make the 'old' way seem out of date, if you know what I mean. Wonder what it would feel like?"
Sharon looked at her and grinned, "We've made love in a few different positions, but I doubt that even he knows all the things that are shown in these pictures."
"Wouldn't it be a kick to teach him something new. Can you just imagine the shock it would be to him if you showed him a new way to screw!"
"Never thought of it, actually, but it might not be a bad idea," Sharon said.
"Do you think that we should take the pictures along to the party with us," Jenny asked. "It might be a surprise for them!"
"No, I don't really think that we'll need them, and I wish we'd change the subject, I'm getting hot just waiting for Saturday. God, I'd love to have Pete here right now."
"We could always use your toy, if you want to, I don't mind," Jenny added.
"Christ!" Sharon almost shouted. "Not in the middle of the afternoon. Do you want the whole dormitory to walk in and catch us?"
"I guess you're right, but I'm getting rather hot myself, maybe we'd better put these things away before I go completely out of my mind!"
She handed the pictures back to Sharon, but her hand was clenched tightly between her legs and she was squeezing it, trying to get rid of the aching, throb that was beginning to stir in her loins.
"I must be over-sexed," she giggled. "I could almost make myself cum right now just thinking about it."
"I've done that many times too," Sharon admitted. "It's hard to get used to not making love after you've had it a few times!"
"Think I'll go back to my room, take a cold shower or something," Jenny said, picking up her books and walking towards the door.
"Have a good time," Sharon called after her, laughing.
Jenny almost raced down the hall to her room and locked the door. She knew that the doors were to be open at all times, but she had to do something to quench the fire that was burning between her legs.
She lay back on her bed and took off her panties, pulling her skirt up around her hips. She drew her thighs back in a crab-like position and closed her eyes tight. Her hands were trembling as she touched the vee of her crotch and rubbed gently against the tiny bud of her clitoris until it was hard.
"Ooohhhhhh," she moaned. "I want it so badly."
Her fingers were racing up and down her thighs, teasing and tickling herself until she was churning her hips up and down on the bed in a crazed sensual frenzy.
Slowly she fingered the lips of her vagina until she could feel the heat of her own juices begin to flow, wetting her loins, getting her ready.
She inserted one finger gently into the hot, waiting channel of her cunt, wriggling it back and forth, pushing her hips down on her own impalement until in her uncontrolled passion her fingernail accidentally dug into the tender, wet lining.
"Ooohhh, do it ... do it, I've got to cum," she urged herself in spite of the sudden pain, closing her eyes and pretending someone was doing it to her. Her cunt was inflamed with a raging heat, throbbing with need and she knew that she would quickly bring herself to her climax.
"How wonderful," she murmured as she couid feel the walls of her vagina contract against her finger warmly, wetly ...
"Aaaagggghhhhh," she groaned, "I'm cumming, I'm making myself cum!"
She bucked and squirmed on the bed, her finger still buried deep inside her until her last spasm stopped and left her body weak and drained on the bed.
"I've got to have a boy's prick inside me soon or I'll die," she whispered breathlessly to herself. "God, I can't wait till Saturday."
She was apprehensive about sneaking out of the dormitory for the party, but she was also afraid if she chickened out that she would lose her popularity again, and she couldn't take that, besides her desire was mounting more each day, and she knew that it alone would make her go no matter what happened.
CHAPTER SIX
The girls waited around the dormitory all day Saturday getting their clothes ready, washing their hair and anxiously discussing their plans for that night.
"Meet me by the back stairs about ten minutes after lights out. Miss Swanson is on duty tonight and I know she has a date with one of the professors so she'll be in the front parlor and won t hear us."
"Won't that door be locked?" Jenny asked nervously.
"No, that's the one the night watchman comes in, so it's left open for an hour or so after curfew. Don't worry, we wont get caught. The boys will meet us in back of the hockey field so we won't have to walk too far."
"Okay," she agreed, "I just hope it goes off all right."
The hours seemed to drag by that afternoon as they waited impatiently for 10 o'clock, but finally the bell for lights out rang. Jenny had dressed carefully, making sure that all her physical assets were clearly visible, added a bit more make-up than she ordinarily wore, sprayed herself with some cologne and waited for ten minutes before carefully opening her door and checking the hallway. She heard Sharon's door close and her footsteps on the back stairs and hoped that she would be quieter. Carrying her shoes in her hand, she moved quickly down the corridor and down the stairs where Sharon met her at the door.
"Ssshhhh," she motioned with her finger. "We've got to move quickly, before the watchman comes to check on his rounds."
She opened the door and the two girls slipped out into the cool night air. Jenny's heart was beating from nervousness and the excitement of their daring adventure.
"I feel all queasy inside," she whispered. "I hope I get over it soon or I think my heart will come right through my chest!"
"Well he clear of the dormitory in a minute," Sharon answered, "and then we're home free. I can see the car up the block, the boys are already there."
In a few minutes the girls were a few feet from the car and Pete jumped out and said, "Well, here come the truants."
"Quiet," Sharon chided. "Do you want to tell the whole world about it?"
"What's wrong with that," he said, his voice still loud and he was slurring his words.
"You're drunk," Sharon said, giggling. "What time did you all start? Couldn't you wait for us?"
"Just wanted to be ready for you, sweetheart," he said, pinching her on the buttocks and throwing the keys to another boy, "Here you drive, I want the back seat."
He opened the door and pushed Sharon into the back seat as the other boy got out and moved in front.
There were four boys in the car and Sharon sat down between Pete and one other boy in the back seat.
Finally Sharon said, "Boys, this is Jenny . . . Jennifer Rhodes. Jenny, this is Pete, Sam, Bob and Roger."
The boy who was going to drive the car helped her in the front seat so that she was sitting between Bob and Roger, Sharon between Pete and Sam.
"So you're the Rhodes girl, Carter Rhodes' daughter," Bob said, patting her on the knee. "What ever possessed you to go slumming with us tonight?"
Jenny didn't know what to say, she didn't think that it would make any difference whose daughter she was as long as she was with Sharon.
"Cut it out," Sharon told them, "what difference does it make."
"I've never known a celebrity before," Roger said drunkenly, eyeing the neckline of her sweater, "especially one so well put together."
Jenny could feel the heat rising to her face and she knew that she was blushing from nervousness and embarrassment, and she tried to pull her trench coat tighter around her.
"Don't be shy," Bob continued, "I thought you celebrities were used to the limelight. Don't let us worry you, we're only peons." There was an evil glint in his eye and she knew that it would not be easy to be accepted by these boys. She looked over at Roger for some help, but he just sat there staring at her, mentally undressing her with his eyes.
Roger was the biggest one of the group and she thought that if he accepted her, the others would have to follow suit.
"So you're the Roger Barton I've read so much about in the papers," she said, trying to sound friendly. "Looks like you're quite a football hero this year. I think that's wonderful." She hoped that her voice sounded sincere and that he wouldn't think she was just trying to humor him.
"Yeah," he answered. "I play some. Rough game, gotta be tough."
"I think the little lady has eyes for you, Rog," Bob said, moving his hand further up on her knee. "But we can't be selfish now, can we?"
They both laughed and grinned down at her, their expressions revealing their obvious approval of her outfit and voluptuous figure.
"You've got a great little body, kid," Bob said. "Wonder if all celebrities' daughters have tits as big as yours?"
"Just think, Bob," Roger interjected, "we're out with a society bigwig tonight, but I bet she's no different when the lights are out and she's turned upside down."
Jenny just sat there afraid to move or to speak, there was nothing she could say and she wondered why Sharon hadn't come to her defense again. She started to turn around to say something to her, but Roger put his arm out and stopped her.
"Don't get nosy, babe," he said, "there's plenty of time for that, you'll see." He let his arm drape lazily and heavily around her shoulder, his fingertips just touching the cleavage between her soft, round orbs, and he tickled them slightly. She shivered and tried to squirm in her seat, but both boys just laughed loudly, the smell of alcohol filling the whole car from their breath. Bob's hand tightened on her knee and thigh and Roger was easing his fingers under the soft, warm wool of her sweater, massaging the full, smooth curve of her breast.
"Do I feel any different than the other girls, being a celebrity and all," she asked, trying to joke with them.
"Baby, do you!" Roger said, his fingers tightening around the soft, bulging mound of her breast. "Not every girl is built like this, believe me!"
She took a deep breath, expanding, her chest outward as though she were encouraging his advances, and she heard him draw a sharp breath.
"Soft skin," Bob said, almost impersonally, looking at Roger. "Are you like that all over, honey?" he continued, leering down at Jenny.
"You never can tell, can you?" she answered, her voice high-pitched and nervous.
"Well, even famous people must have a little life in them," Roger answered, "maybe they don't just stand there and look good, right baby."
She looked directly into his red, half-closed eyes and said with a forced bravado, "You'll find out!"
She knew that she was being forward, but this seemed to be the way they wanted it. Maybe if she went along with their kidding they would finally give up and accept her. Pete had said that they had wanted to take her out, and she was sure that it wasn't just to taunt her, their hands were entirely too friendly to leave any doubt in her mind as to what they wanted.
She wished that they weren't so drunk and maybe then she could have talked to them more seriously, but it was too late to think about that now. She knew that they weren't really listening to anything she had to say, they were too occupied feeling every inch of her skin they could get their hands on while they were driving.
Neither one of them said a word for several minutes and she could hear heavy breathing and little gasps coming from the back seat. She wanted to turn around, but Roger's hand held her too tightly to let her move even an inch!
She glanced up in the rear view mirror and looked into the back seat. Sharon was slouched down in the seat between Pete and Sam and they both had their hands underneath her skirt. She could see their fingers moving furiously at the vee of her loins and she wondered why Pete didn't object to sharing his girl. Sharon's eyes were closed and her mouth was open slightly, her tongue ran over her Lips, moistening them between her gasps and moans. She seemed to be in ecstasy, not at all bothered by the fact that it was two instead of one that was fondling her. She had never thought of this possibility, except when she had looked at the dirty pictures and she couldn't take her eyes away from the lewd sight in the mirror.
Pete leaned over and undid the buttons on her sweater, revealing the full, soft rise of her breasts above her brassiere and he leaned over and pressed his mouth to the supple flesh. His hands ran over the velvet smoothness of her skin, inching his fingers slowly beneath the silk lace of the brassiere cup, pushing and prodding until he reached the small, pinkish, sensitive nipple.
"Oooohhhhh," Sharon groaned, as his fingers pinched and rubbed the spongy protrusion until it was hardened, standing out proudly. He tugged at the cup of her brassiere and pulled below one of her young, large, resilient breasts, so that it pushed it up even further. He played with it gingerly, teasing her, hurting her, until she was squirming her buttocks down vigorously in her seat.
He leered down at her, staring at the tiny, budlike tips of her breasts that were now fully erect and swollen.
"You're so good, baby," Pete groaned, looking as though he were about to devour her completely. "You feel soooo good."
Jenny knew that the two boys in the front seat could hear what was going on, but they pretended as though they heard nothing; however, every few minutes they glanced over at her, watching her reactions to what she was seeing, and they laughed quietly.
She could feel her muscles tensing as she watched the two boys work Sharon over, their faces showing lust and deprivation, eager to tantalize and humiliate her in every way they could. She couldn't believe that Sharon was actually letting them do these things to her with other people in the car, but she didn't even seem to notice.
Sam now had his hand firmly planted on her pubic mound, for she could see the outline of his fingers as they ran up and down over the slight bulge of her crotch. Sharon was bucking her hips slightly each time Pete tweaked at her breast or nibbled on the nape of her neck and finally Sam turned his body sideways so that he could reach behind her with one hand the next time she raised her hips.
His eyes gleamed, inflamed with desire, as his quivering hands moved up the sides of her trembling thighs. He moaned weakly and pulled her closer towards him.
"Easy," Pete said. "Let me have some room too."
The three of them seemed to be so wrapped up in the heat of their passion, that they were no longer trying to keep their voices down. Sharon wiggled sensuously, giving Sam the opportunity to hook his fingers inside the tight elastic band of her panties and feel the soft, dark down of her pubis. He worked his fingers further inside with a slow, methodical certainty and began to peel the sheer covering down around her thighs and knees.
"Mmmmmmmm," she groaned, and lifted her body upward in order to facilitate their removal.
Jenny watched fascinated while she saw the thin, silk panties stop just below her knees, and Sam's hand push slowly upward on the inside of her smooth, firm thighs until he could feel the sensitive Bps of her vagina. Her skirt had slipped up to her buttocks and her knees fell apart as far as was possible with the panties around them, but Jenny could see that Sam had free access to the soft hair-covered place between her spread legs.
Pete's hands were busy trying to reach in back of her and unhook her brassiere without removing her sweater completely. She leaned forward slightly as his hands slid behind her back and unfastened the hooks. Her ripe, full, soft breasts fell free, bouncing pertly. The three of them were breathing heavily, gasping and groaning as they ravished her sensuous, young body. She could see the thin red mark where her brassiere straps had been when Pete pulled it free from her body. He buried his head between her breasts, kissing first one then the other, concentrating on the nipples which stood erect and proud from their sudden exposure to the chill night air.
Sam was now almost facing Pete as he turned his body and slid down on the seat, trying to move his knees down onto the floorboard of the car. His fingers had not stopped their insistent manipulation of her vaginal lips and Jenny could see him slip one long, thick finger deep into the well of her passage.
"Ooooooooh," Sharon gasped, "easy ... easy."
"God, she's a hot little bitch," Sam murmured, lowering himself far enough down so that his face was pressing into the soft, white flesh of her thighs. Her hands were stretched out on either side of her up on the back of the seat, so that she would not hinder any advance they would want to make. Pete was sucking noisily on her breasts, squeezing them with his hands like they were putty, coming up for breath every few minutes. Pete was nibbling and biting harshly at the skin on her thighs as he drove his finger in and out of her vaginal passage. She was moaning uncontrollably, loudly, and Jenny began to feel embarrassed for her, yet couldn't take her eyes off the lust-inciting spectacle. Sharon sounded so lost, so completely abandoned, so helpless and she wondered if they were hurting her.
She glanced over at Roger who was now staring at her with an animal lust in his eyes, and she squirmed in her seat. His hand closed tightly around the fullness of her large, cushiony breast and squeezed it fiercely until she wanted to jump, but Bob's hand was digging into her thigh and held her still.
"Don't know if I can take much more of this," Roger mumbled, his words heated with passion. "Why don't you guys wait until we get to the party?" he called to the back seat.
A soft, almost indistinct "Shut up" was his only answer.
Jenny wasn't sure that she would be able to cope with this situation, but Sharon seemed to be going along with it . . . and enjoying it, so she just sat still and Roger's and Bob's hands were becoming more and more insistent as they too listened to what was going on behind them, and she could feel a tightening in her stomach and loins as they massaged and gripped at her smooth, milky flesh.
She could hear the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste behind her and she looked into the mirror again. Sam was almost on his knees, and his tongue was licking and darting up Sharon's thighs in a snake-like fashion, moving slowly and steadily toward the vulnerable, open slit between her thighs. He reached down between his legs and brought out his stiff, thick penis so that it was jerking against her calf, rubbing his body in as close to her as was possible in the confined quarters. Jenny could barely see the head of his shaft as he raised his body and closed his mouth fully over her pubic mound and twisted his head back and forth wildly between her legs.
"Ooooohhhhhh, aaahhhhhhhhhh," she groaned. "Oooh God!"
She looked as though she were about to go out of her mind and Jenny knew that Sam probably had found the tiny bud of her clitoris and was sucking on it, flicking it up and down until it stood erect. His own hips were rocking up against the seat of the car, crushing his huge prick into the upholstery hoping for relief.
"I want to fuck you," she heard him groan. "I can't wait!"
For the first time, Pete looked over at Sam and smacked the back of his head, driving him even further into Sharon's loins. "Cool off, God damn it," he growled. "She's my girl, so I get first crack. You'll just have to wait til later."
"OH GOD," he groaned, taking his mouth away from her cunt for a moment and grabbing his hardened tool in his hands. "I'm going out of my mind!"
Pete shoved Sam back against the front seat and pulled at his shoulder. "Get up, we're almost there. You want to walk in with your cock hanging out?"
Reluctantly Sam eased himself back onto the seat, but did not close his fly. Sharon reached down from behind him and pressed her fingers harshly around his throbbing manhood, holding it still, squeezing it unmercifully.
"Oooooowwww," he gasped in pain. "Take it easy, it's the only one I've got."
Sharon was squirming back and forth on the seat, trying to get rid of the itchy, burning sensation Sam had caused between her legs, but Pete's head was planted firmly on her breasts and he let one hand slide stealthily down over her flat stomach and inch between her legs.
"God, you're hot," he whispered against her body. "You're going to love it tonight!"
"Pete . .. please," she groaned, her eyes opening slightly and imploring him to do something to satisfy her, but he just laughed.
"I knew I'd have you begging for it," he said. "And you're gonna beg for more and more before I get through with you tonight."
Sharon didn't answer him, but tried to straighten herself up and regain her composure.
"We're almost there," Bob called out. "Pull yourselves together, you horny bastards!"
Jenny tugged at the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it down to her knees, but it was just too short and tight.
"You look just fine, baby," Roger said, his voice thick and slurred. "It's your friend that has to get dressed. Christ, she may as well come out in a bathrobe!"
The fellows all laughed wickedly and Sharon was doing her best to fasten her brassiere, pull her panties back over her knees and straighten out her skirt and sweater.
"Here, give those to me. You won't need "them anyway," Pete said, tugging at her thin, sheer panties and pulling them away from her ankles.
"B-b-but," Sharon stammered.
"No buts, baby," he chuckled. "They're mine now! They'll make a nice little souvenir to hang on the wall."
Jenny looked out the car window, but there were no street lights and no houses.
"Where are we," she asked nervously. "I don't know this part of town."
"We're out in the country, about ten miles from your school," Bob said. "A friend of ours lives out here. He's the one who's having the party."
"What difference does it make where we are anyway," Sharon said lightly, then continued, "you guys have any more of that stuff you've been drinking. I'd like a little blast before I go in."
"Sure, baby," Pete said, handing her a small leather flask.
She took a long gulp and made a face. "What the hell is this stuff?" she asked choking.
"Grain alcohol mixed with a little grapefruit juice. Does the trick, doesn't it?"
"If it doesn't poison you first," she said. "Here Jen, have some, it'll relax you."
Jenny took the flask from Sharon's hand and put the bottle to her mouth, tilting her head back slightly. The awful concoction burned her lips and she put it down before she even took one swallow.
"No, that's not the way, you're not sipping tea with your daddy now, remember," Roger said roughly and put the flask back up to her mouth and forced her head back against the top of the seat. Her lips were forced open from the pressure of the bottle in his hand and she swallowed some of the liquid just to keep from choking. It burned her throat and she wanted to cough, but Roger did not take the bottle away. "Just one more big one and that should loosen up our little Miss Prissy," he said, tilting the flask again and shooting more of the alcohol down her throat.
Bob pulled the car into a long driveway lined with trees and she could see a large cabin in front of her about fifty yards up the drive. She wiped her mouth with her hand, trying to get rid of the strong taste of the drink, and sputtered, "That tastes worse than anything I could have imagined!"
"Just wait a few minutes, baby," Roger laughed. "You'll feel so warm and good inside that you will forget about how awful it tasted!"
"I doubt it," she said, trying to smile, but the bitter taste in her mouth made her grimace instead.
"You guys all set back there?" Bob asked as he parked the car in front of the cabin. "All set and ready for some action," they both answered, opening the door and pulling Sharon out.
There were a few cars parked in the driveway and Jenny wondered how many people would be at this party. Surprisingly, her legs felt weak and she almost fell as she swung her knees over the side of the seat and put them down on the hard gravel. Her head was spinning somewhat from the liquor, but she felt better when she had walked a few steps and let the night air cool her face.
"You'll be okay," Bob said, grabbing her arm to steady her. "You can sit down ... or lie down ... when we get inside."
"I-I-I feel all right," she lied, wondering whether or not she was going to be sick.
"Doesn't look like anybody's home," she said. "I don't see any lights."
"Old George keeps the place nice and cozy, doesn't believe in running up a huge electric bill, so he uses oil lamps and candles. You'll love it, it's a gas!"
Jenny looked over at Sharon for reassurance, but Sharon just shrugged her shoulders and said, "Well, it's too late now, anyway. Let's go, it should be interesting."
For the first time since she had left the dormitory she was really scared. She wasn't sure that she could handle the two boys who were walking on either side of her, holding onto her arms, or whether she could handle the whole situation. She wondered why she had ever let Sharon talk her into coming. She almost said that she'd wait in the car, but she could tell by the look of determination on Bob's and Roger's face that it would be futile.
A man about thirty or thirty-five greeted them at the door. He was dressed in a loose fitting kimono that was tied at the waist by a multicolored piece of string. He wore several sets of beads and chains around his neck and his hair was almost as long as Jenny's.
"Greetings, my fine young people," he said cheerily. "Welcome to my humble home. Sit down and make yourselves comfortable."
Roger introduced Jenny and Sharon to George and he looked at them approvingly.
"Very fine choice of women," he said grinning at them. "You two are the loveliest creatures I've seen in a long time."
"Thank you," Jenny mumbled and looked around the room for a place to sit.
The decor was varied and gaudy. Ropes and chains hung from the ceiling which were- attached to scant, wicker baskets which she assumed were supposed to be chairs. Pillows of every size and color were scattered everywhere on the floor and in the center of the room was a large, heavy oak table that sat so low to the ground you would almost have to lie down before you could use it for anything other than decoration. Incense candles were burning from numerous candle holders throughout the cabin and some weird, Indian music played softly from somewhere, but she wasn't quite sure where. George could see the disturbed look on her face and said, "There are .two other rooms in the back, but I'm afraid the furniture there is about the same as it is in this room. The only difference is that I sleep back there."
There were several other boys sitting in the room when they went in, but no other girls.
"Where's the rest of the party," Sharon asked nonchalantly.
"Are we the only girls," Jenny whispered to her.
"This is the party," George volunteered. "Introduce yourselves around and I'm sure you'll all have a grand time. Give me a minute and I'll get some stuff."
"What stuff," she asked Roger with a concerned tone to her voice. "What does he mean, and are we going to be the only girls?"
"Looks that way," he answered, "and the stuff he's going to get is marijuana. Ever tried it?"
Jenny shook her head and implored Sharon to do something with one long look, but Sharon pretended she didn't see her.
"I don't think I'd like it," she told Roger, "I've never had it before, but I understand that you can get sick the first time you try it and I feel sick all ready from the drink you gave me in the car.
"Take it easy," he said, "it's not going to hurt you. We all take it and George is nice enough to supply us with it, so relax and find out."
He pulled her down on one large cushion in the middle of the floor and put his arm over her shoulder. Bob sat down next to them, leaning against the table and putting his hand on her ankle. Sharon, Sam and Pete had collapsed in a far corner and were already teasing each other again.
"Here it is," George announced, coming out of the darkness from the other side of the room, and handed each group two or three of the cigarettes. "This is real good stuff," he guaranteed.
Roger took the cigarettes and placed two of them on the table, lighting one, inhaling deeply and passed it over to Bob.
"Watch how you do it," he told her. "You take the smoke deep into your lungs and hold it there for several minutes before you let it out."
She watched Bob take a big drag and suck the sickening, sweet smelling smoke back into his throat and hold his breath, then slowly let it out a little at a time.
"God, that's great pot," he said. "It won't take much of this to get things going."
He handed the cigarette to her and she held it between her fingers for just a moment.
"Go on . . . take a puff, it won't kill you. You'll feel great." Roger urged.
She looked over in the corner where Sharon was sitting and she could see her taking a drag on her cigarette, so she put the brown cigarette to her lips and inhaled deeply. She wanted to cough, but forced herself to let the smoke stay in her lungs for several seconds before blowing it out.
"Wow, it sure is strong," she sputtered, "but I don't feel anything yet."
"Just wait a few minutes and you'll feel something," they told her, and passed the joint around for a second turn. After she had taken two or three more drags from the cigarette she could feel her body becoming warm and tingling, her mind wasn't clouded like it got from liquor and she felt as though she could almost fly.
"I feel like I've got wings on my head," she said laughing, leaning closer to Roger and resting her head on his shoulder. "I've never felt like this in my life,, I feel so free, so, well groovy!"
"What'd I tell you baby," he said, gently massaging her breast with his hand.
She could hear giggles coming from all over the room and she wondered if Sharon felt as good as she did. She looked over to her corner again and could see through the dim candlelight that Sharon was stretched out on the floor, supported by two or three large pillows and her skirt was riding just above her hips. She could see the slight bulge of her flesh where her stockings and garter belt met, and the rise of her pubic mound since she no longer had her panties on. She looked as though she were just waiting for one of the boys to take her, but they were still smoking the last dregs of their cigarette. She moved her hips back and forth on. the pillows in an inviting, undulating gesture and raised her hands above her head and pulled her sweater away from her body. She watched while Sharon managed to wiggle out of her skirt and suddenly her own clothes felt too confining and she wished she had enough nerve to take them off.
Sharon lay there clad only in her stockings, garter belt and flimsy black brassiere. Her breasts were rising and falling with labored breathing and she ran her hands over the curve of her waist and down to her stockings. She raised her right knee in the air so that she could unfasten the garter and remove her stockings, but in doing so she gave Pete and Sam a full, luscious view of her entire sex. The boys put out what was left of the cigarette and watched as she went through her sensuous striptease, laughing and making nervous comments about her body and how eager she was.
"She's like a bitch in heat," Pete said, pulling the stocking from her right leg and helping her lift her left one. His hand was resting on the inside of her thigh and he began to tickle the fleshiness of her swollen vaginal lips with the tip of his finger before he pulled that stocking off too. She raised her hips and took off her garter belt so that she as completely naked and vulnerable from her brassiere down. In a few minutes she managed get rid of her last piece of clothing and she lay back on the pillows stark naked and open, like a sacrificial maiden waiting for the knife to slice into her warm, soft flesh.
Sharon looked beautiful, Jenny thought through the haze settling over her as she stared at her stretched out nakedly before the two boys. Pete began to run his fingers up and down her legs while Sam kneaded her helpless, soft, full breasts. She twisting and moaning beneath their caresses and she wished she could take her eyes away from the lustful scene, but she couldn't. Sharon's mouth was open in ecstatic rapture, her eyes were closed and her head was thrown back as she gasped and moaned. Pete stopped his caresses for a few minutes while he loosened the buckle of his pants and let them slip to the floor. She could see the hard bulge of his cock through his shorts, jerking against the confining material and moments later he stood over her completely nude, his huge maleness jerking up and down like a waving baton. She opened her eyes slowly, viewing the massiveness of his organ and tried to reach down and bring him closer to her. He hesitated for a while, letting her hand search for him, but stepping just beyond her reach. She couldn't get up because Sam had his mouth pressed to her breasts and was sucking noisily at the nipples.
"Oooooohhhh God," she groaned, hardly able to form the words.
Pete looked down at her and grinned, then knelt between her slightly spread thighs. His hands pressed down on the flesh of her stomach and his thumbs were buried in the soft, sparse hair of her young pubis, pulling gently at the fleshy, pink lips of her cunt, massaging them for a moment before pulling them apart and revealing the tiny, tight slit of her vagina. He rubbed his thumbs roughly over her aching orifice, concentrating on the erect bud of her clitoris which stood up with a throbbing hardness.
"Ooohhhhh yessss," she groaned, licking her lips and trying to catch her breath.
He moved his knees back further and lowered his head until it was inches away from her vaginal opening. His head bumped into Sam and he spat out, "Damn it all, get out of the way!"
Sam moved his head and ran his hands over her throat and face, rocking back on his knees. He quickly undid the fly of his trousers and released his thick, jerking prick into clear view. He let it bounce up and down over her face, tantalizing her, delighting in the fact that she was in such a state of physical need now that she would refuse nothing. Pete's head dropped to cover her writhing mound with his mouth, his tongue flicking at the hardened nub of her clitoris, making her body jerk with each lewd, wet contact. She closed her thighs around his head in an effort to keep him there, and her hips began to rotate in response to his slavering tongue.
Sam's fingers were now prying between her teeth, forcing her mouth open wide as he lowered his hips until his hard, thick staff lay against her cheek, the pulsing, purplish head of his prick at the corner of her mouth.
"Suck it, baby," he said, leering down at her. "Suck it good!" And he inched his long phallus in between her teeth and deep into her throat Jenny watched fascinated as Sharon's mouth ovaled and closed around his rigid, long rod and sucked it slavishly between her lips. Animal mewling sounds were coming from her threat and she writhed in complete abandonment.
The pot had made her vision a little blurred and it appeared as though they were three statues suddenly come to life, it was so beautiful. She closed her eyes, but their images remained on her retina and in spite of her initial fear of what they were going to do to her she too began to rock against Roger in the same rhythm that Sharon was against Pete and Sam. Roger moved in back of her and she could feel the heat of his body as it pressed up against her back. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist and his hands cupped each breast and began working them back and forth in a circular motion, rubbing the tender nipples until they hardened. She could feel herself returning his caress and she pushed her body back against his, and she could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants and the thickness of her skirt.
Her skirt had ridden up over her thighs and she could feel his growing hardness prodding at the base of her spine, sending chills and waves of pleasure and passion through her body. Bob was tracing a ticklish line up her ankles and thighs, fumbling for the release of her garters and eased her stockings away from her body. She completely relaxed against Roger while Bob proceeded to slip her sheer, pink bikini panties down over her full, rounded hips and down her legs along with her garter belt. She closed her eyes and pretended that it was a dream. She had never felt so completely loose, so free, so uninhibited in her life and she didn't care what happened. Roger had worked his hands beneath her sweater and pulled it gently over her head, then unfastened the constricting brassiere and pulled it from her shoulders. His hands cupped the firm resilient flesh of her full, soft breasts, catching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinching them into stiffness, bringing a gasp of mixed pain and pleasure from her lips.
Bob's lips began crawling lasciviously up her body, working closer and closer to the aching, vulnerable spot between her own legs. She let her legs fall loosely apart, and she could feel him push them wide and up until they hung limply over his forearms and shoulders.
"Keep her busy while I strip," Roger told him, releasing his grip on her breasts and quickly standing up to get out of his clothes. Bob didn't answer, but continued his feverish mouthing of her soft, inner thighs, his tongue flicking every now and then at some particularly sensitive spot on her body.
"Oooooohhhhh," she groaned, moving her hips up and down, begging for his attention.
She tried to squirm away from the teasing torture, but his hands were holding her legs firmly apart while he took his time in answering her helpless pleas.
"Yes . . . yes . . she murmured. "Please . . . please." Her whole body was on fire with a desperate and building need that was now racing headlong through her like a stampede of wild horses out of control.
He slid all the way up her quivering legs until his mouth was just an inch away from her throbbing vaginal passage and he flicked out at her tiny slit with his tongue, then pulled away. She could feel a constricting tightness in her stomach and womb and she thought that she would burst from the tension, and she tried to pull his head down on her once again, but instead he inserted one, thick finger slowly into her already moist and pulsing channel.
"Uuuggghhhh," she whimpered at the sudden intrusion, wriggling her hips back into the cushion. She could feel his body crush down on top of hers and his mouth began to suck at her voluptuous, young breasts while his finger worked in and out of her like a piston.
"Hold her there," Roger muttered, his voice hot with passion and lust. "I want a chance at her too."
It didn't matter to her that they were just using her body, that there was no love or affection involved, she only cared about fulfilling her own desperate need. Roger took her head in his hands and told her harshly to open her mouth. I'm going to get it like Sharon, she thought, her drugged and passion crazed mind not caring what they did to her burning body.
He eased his long, thick, pulsing prick into the warm, wet confines of her waiting mouth and began to rock back on his knees, driving it deep into her gullet with each powerful thrust until she thought she would choke. Bob's hard, jerking cock moistened by his lubricating juices was rubbing wetly into her leg and she wished that he would put it inside of her before she went out of her mind, but he continued his fingering instead.
"God, she's tight . . . hot, little bitch, not much fuckin'," Bob sputtered, gasping for breath. Finally he moved back up her body and let the swollen, hot knob of his prick rest against the flanges of her soft, hair-lined vaginal lips.
She tried to buck her hips forward so that he would be forced to go inside her, but he was holding back, making her wait for her pleasure until he had satisfied his own sadistic whim. He grinned down at her as she mouthed and sucked his friend, then finally inched his huge, stiff cock into her hot, ravenous channel a little at a time. She could feel the walls of her vagina close around his erect, throbbing member, caressing it, holding it tightly, reluctant to let it slip out, but he laughed and pulled it almost completely out with each slight inward movement. She was going crazy!
She wanted him to bury his giant cock deep into her, fill her totally, make her beg for mercy, split her... anything, but satisfy her!
She jerked and rotated her hips around his long, hard prick as it teased the wet sensitive walls of her cunt, hoping that she could bring him to the same peak of desire that she was on. Her muscles were taut from the strain, but she kept moving, trying to make him drive into her with all his length and might. Slowly, frustratingly, he eased into her, inch by inch, until she could finally feel the head of his cock pressing deep down against the opening of her womb. She wanted to cry out, but her mouth was filled with the other boy's fat, jerking penis, so she just groaned deep in her throat, knowing that she was getting close to her climax.
Roger began to move his hips back and forth with a renewed frenzy as he watched Bob rock between her wide-spread legs with his huge glistening rod. And then he could take the lewd sight of her dual ravishing no longer.
"I'm going to cum," he gasped, and she could feel the hard, tight muscles in his prick begin to contract in her mouth and she could taste the salty, sticky liquid of his sperm as it shot deep into her throat.
"Aaagggghhhh ... yessss," he choked out. "Take it, baby. Take it all."
She swallowed as fast as she could to keep from choking on the pungent tasting sperm, wishing that he would soon be spent and she could concentrate on her own satisfaction gnawing deep down between her thighs.
It seemed like an eternity before he was completely spent and she felt his now limp, flaccid cock slip from her mouth and drag over her cheek, leaving a thin, wet trail of his warm, thick sperm across her face.
Oh yes . . . yes . . . fuck me, fuck me harder," she groaned up at the boy between her legs, finally able to scream out her desire. "Do it to me!" Her nails were raking down his back, raising angry red welts where they dug in, but she didn't want him to stop. She raised her hips further up in the air, spreading her knees as far apart as they would go so that he could thrust into her without any hindrance.
"Oh, baby," he groaned. "Oh, baby, you're so lot!"
He was driving his long, stiff spike into her with all his weight, grasping her buttocks and pulling her up to meet his every, cruel, harsh impalement.
"That's it. . . that's it," she said, her words trail-ling off into a whimper.
She could feel the tension inside her building to a breaking point and she knew she was about to cum any minute. The walls of her damp, throbbing vagina clasp around his hard, thick shaft and jerked violently.
"I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ..." she gasped "Fuck me harder, harder," she pleaded, her voice high and shrill.
Her hands reached behind his thrusting buttocks and pulled him deeper and deeper into her The juice of her passion was flowing over his huge cock and trickling down the inside of her thighs.
"Give it to her," Roger shouted and she opened her eyes slightly to see who was urging her partner on. Just as she barely had them open she saw a bright flash fill the room and she knew that someone had taken a picture.
"Oh God," she groaned and tried to push him off of her while she was still in the throes of her orgasm. "Stop!" And through her daze she was vaguely aware that she didn't want anyone to take a picture of her when she was like this. It was too degrading, too humiliating to have herself forever in print that way.
She began to come back to reality as she head muffled laughter coming from all over the rood but her roaring passion was too great to stop. She was almost there ... almost there ...
"That ought to be a good one, George," someone said,. "What a hot, anxious little number she is Can't wait for my turn."
Between then, the boy fucking her did not release lease his grip on her hips and he plowed deeper and harder into her until she could feel him cumming hotly, wetly, deep in her cervix, but the flashbulb had prematurely broken her rising orgasm and she was left short of her climax.
"Not yet. Don't get off yet," she begged, when she realized that he was not going to stop for anything. "Please . . . just a minute," but it was too late and he was out of her, thick, white sperm still oozing wetly from the head of his penis. She wriggled her hips back and forth on the pillows, her frustration mounting and driving her out of her mind, but she didn't have long to wait.
"Let me have a turn," a boy she had never seen before said and quickly knelt down between her legs. "Let her catch some of my meat."
He began to kiss her body, not ignoring one sensitive spot until she was begging and twisting like a wild woman. She could see the bright yellow and orange flashes even through her smoke-dimmed eyes, but somehow they didn't seem real and nothing mattered but her raging need to be fucked and fucked good.
"Give it to her hard," a voice called out. "I want to see her go wild again."
She shuddered, her body craving satisfaction, but twinges of shame and humiliation shadowed Br thoughts and tears of frustration began to roll down her cheeks.
"Oh help me," she begged. "Someone help me."
The only answer to her plea was a burst oh laughter from the others in the room.
"Let me get her in the rear" one of the others asked the boy who was about to mount her as he raised up on his knees and aimed his thick hard phallus at her squirming loins. "Turn her on her side, so I can have her too."
She felt hands pulling and pushing her one way and the other until she was completely stretched out on her side. She tried to keep her legs clenched; tightly together but other hands were pulling and probing, holding them apart until she felt the one boy's rock-hard penis jabbing demandingly at her vaginal opening.
"Move your legs over," the other boy shouted and she could feel the smooth, muscular hardness of his body as he moved up in back of her. She felt a pair of hands cruelly pulling the cheeks of her buttocks apart until she could feel a rush of cool air on the hot interior of the soft, white crevice of her bottom.
"Don't think she's ever had it in the ass," another volunteered. "Don't look stretched wide enough." She cringed and began sobbing loudly at the obscene thought of what they were going to do.
"Don't . . . don't," she begged. "I can't take it ... please," but it was useless.
She could feel a fingertip at the entrance of her rectum, probing and pushing, and she tried to tighten her cheeks to avoid this degrading and humiliating penetration. The finger poked at the outer edges of the tight elastic hole of her anus and then shoved forward with a hard, cruel lunge.
"Aaaggggghhhh," she screamed, tears still streaming down her face and throat.
"She's tight as a drum," he commented. "I'd better stretch her some more ... get me the vaseline."
She felt the cool slipperiness of the oil as he smeared it into the crevice between the open cheeks of her ass, inserting his finger little by little into the tightly puckered hole of her anus.
"Stop . . . stop," she begged. "It hurts!" But his finger was already buried up to the first knuckle and she tightened her buttock muscles in anticipation of the increased pain.
He continued his fingering for several minutes then said, "Man, she's stretched out now. I gotta ram in that hairless little thing now or go outta my mind."
The other boy was already thrusting gently into her vaginal passage, but waiting for the other to enter her from the rear before he pushed the whole way into he.
"Hurry up, will you," he snapped. "I can't wait forever, you know."
She could feel the boy's arms tighten around her waist and his fingers press demandingly into her belly as he pulled her back toward his stiff, thick prick, and she felt the huge head of his penis probe the tiny hole of her rectum. Her crevice was slippery and he slid out of position several times and she hoped that maybe he would give up, but he aimed once again and she screamed in agony as she felt the tight resisting nether ring pop and give way under the relentless pressure.
"Uuuuugggggghhh . . . Aaaaahhhhhggg, she screamed, her tortured voice echoing through the entire cabin. She had never experienced such excruciating pain in the world, nor felt so degraded and humiliated. Cruel hands were holding her as the two boys sawed in and out of her two orifices, each thrust sending pain and horror through her entire being. The blunt instrument punished every fiber of her body sending throbbing pain and anguish to every cell of her whole being, but she could not escape.
She tried to open her eyes, but as soon as she did another picture would snap. She was aware of flashbulbs going off all around her, but this no longer mattered, she couldn't think of anything but the torturous pain that was wracking her body. She felt her vaginal passage stretching and giving way each time the boy in the rear drove into her, stretching her unmercifully.
Both boys were murmuring sadistic obscenities while they plundered in and out of her helplessly held body. Her body jerked and quivered with each harsh intrusion, but little by little the pain and initial hurt began to subside. And through her humiliation she suddenly wished more than anything in the world that she could get back at the boy who was so cruelly ravaging her behind and she tried to tighten the muscles in her buttocks to choke the very life from his thrusting cock.
"God," he gasped, "she's killing me, she's so tight!" But he didn't pull out of her. She tried to wriggle and churn her body so violently that neither one would be able to stay inside her, but every time she tried to move, a dozen hands would hold her more firmly.
It didn't take long before she could feel the monstrous, rampaging cudgel begin to swell even thicker until she thought that she would be torn in half and she thought it would never stop, but she knew that he was about to cum.
"Do it," she cried, trying to push her hips back onto his back onto his so that he could not thrust into her again, but she was beginning to get some masochistic pleasure from this new and wicked impalement, so she tried to rotate her hips and fuck him back.
Both boys were gasping in front and behind her, sputtering oaths and swearing, clawing at every inch of exposed flesh they could find. The backs of her thighs were pressed tightly against the one sunk in her rectum's hard, hairy loins as he grunted and began to empty his hot, flowing sperm deep into her anus.
"Oh yes ... do it," she whimpered, hoping that he would soon finish and withdraw from her torn, aching rectum. In a few minutes it was over and he fell back on the cushion, plopping from her wetly, while the other boy was about to go through his climax deep in the well of her throbbing pussy.
Her behind hurt horribly and she felt dirty and ashamed, but as the other boy rammed his great, hard staff harder and harder into her, she forgot everything for the moment except that she had not yet finished her climax.
"Fuck me . . ." she begged. "Make me cum ... make me cum... yes... yes ... yes!"
Her body was bucking in an uncontrollable frenzy as, incited by her obscene demands, he slammed his erect pulsing organ into the even greater depths of her quivering belly.
Animal grunts were coming from his lips as he dug his hands into the crevice of her ravaged buttocks and pulled her down harder onto him.
"She can't get enough," another boy shouted. "Maybe we can all take turns!" She closed her eyes and mind to what they were saying and the sudden burst of the flash bulbs, it was too late for everything . . . everything . . . but this ... but this...
She felt the heat and swelling of his already huge penis inside her and she clung to him, clawing at his back and begging him to drive even harder into her.
"I'm cumming . . . NOW . . . I'm cumming . . . NOW!" She gasped, finally feeling the fires of searing release shoot convulsively through her whole being and she groaned helplessly and collapsed limply on top of him while he ground out the last ounce of sperm he could empty up into her waiting belly.
"Fancy that," she heard Pete say from the corner, "She really loves to fuck. -Guess all celebrities aren't that bad, maybe I'll take a turn too."
She lay back against the cushions on the floor, her knees falling slightly apart, knowing that she would be powerless to stop any one who wanted her, so she took a deep breath and relaxed for a few minutes before she felt the weight of another body crush down upon her, and another flash bulb go off!
The pot had dulled her senses and after Roger and Bob had finished with her, what difference did three or four others make. She was actually beginning to enjoy having so many men want her, even though she had never done a lot of these things. She was determined that she would be popular for herself and not because of her father, so one by one she spread her legs for every male at the party and still could have taken more.
It was almost dawn when she was awakened by Sharon tugging at her shoulder.
"We've got to get back to the dorm before breakfast, let's go."
She got up slowly and tried to put her clothes back on so they wouldn't look too wrinkled, but it was useless, and staggered out to the car.
"My head is pounding," she said matter-of-factly. "That pot sure packs a wicked pinch."
"You were quite the hit of the party, Jen," Sharon said laughingly. "Never knew you had it in you, if you'll pardon the pun!"
"I'd rather not talk about it now, if that's okay," she said, embarrassed at what had happened, ashamed and not knowing how she could ever face Sharon or any of the others again.
"That's okay, kid," she said sympathetically. "I haven't been an angel all my life either, so let's forget about it if you want to."
Jenny nodded and got into the car for the long, lonely ride back to the dormitory.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The next week she tried to avoid Sharon if at all possible. She had thought about what had happened and she couldn't help but feel guilty. She didn't know what she would do if her father ever found out that she had been taken by several different men in one night, and two or three of them at the same time. She knew that she should never get herself in that position again, but even though she knew it was wrong, she had found it exciting and mysterious. Her mind was in a turmoil when she tried to study, so she finally decided that she would never, never do anything like that again. She couldn't afford the time to daydream if she wanted to pass her final exams, and that was the most important thing at the time.
Sharon had tried to bring the subject of another party up to her several times, but she always made some excuse about having to study, or having made other plans. She couldn't let herself submit to the awful temptation again!
During the final week before exams she was closing the door to her room so that she could study alone without interruption. Sharon had come in several times, but she had told her that she preferred to study alone.
"Well, here's a little something just in case you get bored," she answered, and threw a packet of pictures on her desk.
Jenny didn't have to open them to know what was inside, and she looked at Sharon, smiled and thanked her.
"Doubt if I'll have much time for that sort of thing, but thanks anyway!"
"Sure . . . anytime. Let me know if you change your mind about another party." And she left Jenny alone in her room.
She opened her psychology book and began to go over the notes that she had taken that semester, but her mind would not stay on her lessons. She kept thinking about what her father would do, what he would say if he ever found out. But, at the same time, she couldn't deny the fact that she had enjoyed the lovemaking in spite of everything else, so she decided to try to think about something else. She fingered the packet of pictures Sharon had left with her, hesitating momentarily before she opened them. Every one was different from the ones she had seen before and she couldn't take her eyes away from them. She felt that same, gnawing tightness building between her thighs as she studied the different positions and admired the size of the men in the pictures. Those women looked so content, so blissful, and she wondered if she had looked like that when she was making love. She squirmed in her seat, unable to get rid of the tickling feeling in her loins and stomach and she looked around the room to see if anyone was watching her, even though she knew she was alone, then carefully eased one finger inside the elastic of her baby doll pajamas and began to play with the tender, fleshy lips of her vagina as she looked at the pictures and imagined what she would have felt like if she had been the woman in them. It felt so good and she began to rub the tiny nub of her clitoris until she was wriggling frantically in her seat, fanning the burning fire of her desire.
"Ooooooh," she groaned softly as she twisted and pulled at the outer lips of her vagina until she could feel her own juices begin to flow from her caress and she gently inserted one finger into her denied passage as far as it would go.
She moved her hand completely underneath her until she is sitting on her palm, her finger probing the tender walls of her vaginal passage, and she turned to another picture. It shows a woman on her knees, her buttocks lifted high in the air and a giant of a man kneeling in back of her, taking her in the behind. She could see the thickness of his shaft as it disappeared between the cheeks of her buttocks and she thought that the woman must have been in mortal pain, but the woman's face is one of serene ecstasy.
Maybe it won't be so bad the next time, she thought to herself, and squirmed nervously on her finger, teasing the vaginal lining gently with her fingernail, and rubbing her thumb roughly over the hardened nub of her clitoris.
"Ooohhhhh," she groaned again as she felt her vaginal walls contract hopeless around the -thinness of her finger, not quite being able to grasp it tightly enough. Her frustration slowly mounted as she looked at one obscene picture after the other and finally, not being able to stand it, she lifted her knees slightly, balancing them on the edge of her desk and carefully inserted another finger into the open, throbbing passage between her raised thighs. She was so engrossed in looking at the pictures and her own burning desire that she didn't hear the night watchman lower the transom on her window and stand there watching her as she finger-fucked herself wildly into a lewd state of frenzy.
She didn't notice his heavy breathing because she was breathing so fast herself as she tried vainly to bring on her own climax. She thought desperately about the dildo that Sharon had in her room and she was tempted to go ask her for it, but that would be an admission that she does miss sex and she would never stop hounding her about going to the parties again, so she resigned herself to her own ineffectual manipulations.
"Ooohhhh God," she groaned. "I've got to have it. I want it" The watchman was barely able to contain himself and debated whether or not to burst into the room and take her by force or try to sneak in quietly and surprise her. He couldn't take his eyes off her firm, ripe young body, outlined by the light from her desk as it shone through ihv. sheerness of her pajamas. He let himself slowly down from his perch at the transom and decided that now is the time to use his passkey and satisfy her eager, hungry young body. His penis is all ready bulging and jerking inside his trousers, but he has to be quiet so he won't scare her and she won't scream.
"What a luscious, tempting body," he whispered wickedly to himself as he quietly put his passkey in her lock and eased the door open.
Jenny was bent over her desk, intently studying the pictures from every angle while her fingers toyed madly with her damp vagina and throbbing clitoris. She didn't hear him at all as he sneaked carefully in back of her chair and stood there watching her as she looked wild-eyed at the pictures. Her fingers were working so furiously inside her that several times the watchman was afraid that she would fall off the chair and discover him, but he didn't move. His thick, hard penis is sticking out from behind his open fly and he is rubbing his hand up and down vigorously along the monstrous, long shaft, pulling the foreskin back over the blood-red knob of his pulsating cock.
He was almost unable to contain himself any longer and he groaned softly, but she heard him and turned around sharply, barely able to pull her fingers out from their warm, wet hiding place between her legs.
"Oh . . ." she choked out startled, and opened her mouth to scream when he clamped his fat, meaty hand over her face.
"Don't make a sound," he warned her, lifting her out of her chair, his hot, jerking penis bouncing against the cheeks of her buttocks.
She looked at him, terror written all over her face and she wondered what he is going to do. Tears of fright begin to stream down her face and she struggled in his vise-like grip, but he threw her on the bed and held her down, his unshaven face only inches from hers.
"If you scream or tell anybody, young lady, I'll tell them about your little affair in another room ... with another girl one night!" he hissed.
"W-w-what," she stammered softly.
"You know exactly what I mean, and I heard the whole thing, so don't try to get funny!"
"They'd never believe you, you tramp. You'd better get out of here or I'll scream my head off."
"Well, what about those lovely pictures you have there on your desk. What would the school and your parents say about them?"
She knew that she was trapped and she couldn't afford to have the school find out about them or she'd be expelled and they would explain the whole circumstances to her father. Her father! She couldn't let him know... ever!
"Just do as I say and well get along just fine," he grinned, glaring down at the rise of her full, firm breasts underneath the top of her nightgown. "What do you want me to do?" she implored, trying to stifle her sobs.
"Just get down on the floor ... on your knees," he commanded her harshly. She hesitated slight! and then moved off the mattress and knelt on the rug alongside her bed. He stood over her, his fat, jerking prick bouncing just above her head. She looked up at him and he was stroking the massive, throbbing stalk of flesh suggestively, leering down at her helpless body cringing her knees before him as though he were a god to be worshipped.
"You're going to suck me, baby," he growled. "You're going to take me in that tiny, young rose-Hid mouth of yours and suck me 'til I tell you to stop. I'm going to stretch your Lips until you think your cheeks are going to split." His voice was hard and cruel sadistic and filled with lust.
"Now come over to me," he ordered her, and moved back a few paces.
She started to get up, but he put his hand on her shoulder. "On your knees! Don't get off your knees," he repeated, grinning maliciously at her.
She moved slowly across the space to where he was standing and stopped. "Come on," he said eagerly. "Come to daddy!" The thought of her father sent a shudder through her body and she cringed and didn't lift her head.
He grabbed her hair and yanked her head up sharply, twisting her neck as he pulled her toward him.
"Take it in your hands first," he commanded. "I want you to feel all of it, the whole thing, so you know what you're going to have to suck. I bet you've never had a man in that young, little mouth before," he continued.
She felt sick and wanted to lie down, but his hand lashed out and struck her cruelly across her face, starting a fresh torrent of tears spilling from her eyes. She jumped and almost fell into him as she recoiled from his abuse.
"Now DO IT!"
She raised her hands slowly and took his entire cock between her fingers, closing it around the shaft gingerly.
"Move it up and down," he barked. "Play with me the way you were playing with yourself!"
She began to manipulate the foreskin back and forth on his thick, jerking rod, revealing the huge red knob of the head with each stroke.
"Play with my balls," he panted, spreading his legs further apart and steadying his balance. "Reach inside my pants and bring them out!"
She reached inside the tough cloth of his trousers and pulled out his loose sacs and jiggled them in the palm of her hand. God, they must weigh a ton she thought to herself.
He moved his hips forward so that his massive cudgel was just an inch away from her eyes, bobbing up and down in her hands like a yo-yo.
"Tell me you want it . . . you like it," he demanded lecherously. "Tell me you've never seen anything like it!"
God, she thought, he does have a big one for such an old, dirty man! I wouldn't have thought he could even get hard. The thought almost made her laugh, but she knew that he would hit her again if she did.
"Yes . . . yes . . ." she stammered instead, "I ike it... I want it. It's beautiful!"
"Ha!" he nearly bellowed. "I'll break you in right. I'll satisfy your hot little body better'n any little lesbian can do it."
She looked up at him and his eyes were half-closed as he muttered obscenities at her and she knew that this must be the way he enjoyed his sex. She held his stiff cock firmly in her hand and thought, if he wants me to rub him, I'm going to rub him good. I'll make him remember me!
She moved her hands faster and more firmly up and down on his hardened prick until she could hear his breathe coming in short, desperate pants.
"Blow me . . . suck me," he told her chokingly, pulling her hair and forcing her face into his heated crotch.
It must be at least seven inches long, she thought and hesitated a moment before she felt his fingers prying at the corners of her mouth forcing it open. The idea of being a receptacle for this horrible man's sperm was repulsive to her and she started to cough at the thought, but his hands held her head firmly against him. She could feel the hardness and the heat from his throbbing staff against her cheek and tried to turn her face away from him, but it was useless.
His fingers delved between her teeth and pressed down on her tongue, holding her mouth open long enough for him to ease the monstrous red head of his prick between her lips and into her throat. Tiny drops of lubricating fluid were seeping from the end of his cock, spilling onto the bottom of her mouth with a salty, pungent taste.
He began to rotate and undulate his hips toward her face, still holding her head firmly so that she could not pull away.
"Lick me . . . suck . . . harder," he gasped, his thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet, sucking sound.
He dragged her toward him as he moved a few steps backwards and sat down on her chair so that he wouldn't lose his balance. His fingers released their grip on her hair for several minutes while his fingers explored the full, ripeness of her breasts beneath her nightgown top, cruelly pinching the sensitive nipples into hardness.
"Mmmmmmmmm . . . uuugggghhh," she groaned, opening her mouth slightly so she could catch her breath.
"Don't stop . . . keep sucking," he hissed at her. "That's my little girl."
He kept staring down at her, admiring his long, hard shaft disappearing between the helplessly submitting girl's wide-stretched lips.
She could feel his fingers digging into her soft, pliable flesh, making her skin crawl with each caress as she bobbed up and down on his pulsing manhood. She could see the tufts of his dark, wiry pubic hair where his testicles hung loosely from his large, erect organ.
She wished that he would cum and get it over with, but he seemed as though he could go on forever.
"Suck harder for your daddy," he chuckled, pinching the soft, resilient flesh of her firm, young breasts. "Suck him good . .. make him cum!"
She wanted to bite him, send him screaming in pain for using such a hallowed word but she knew that he would take the pictures from her desk and hold them over her head for the rest of her life if she did that, so she just began to suck and lick at his throbbing penis with renewed alacrity.
She ran her tongue wetly over the veined, pulsing underside of his huge cock, flicking her tongue tantalizingly over the swollen head and into the tiny open pore in the middle. She could feel his stalk jerking in her mouth as though it were completely independent of his body, a new and different life entirely and she licked up and down harder and harder, sucking furiously, pulling her mouth over the entire length out of the very tip and then back again.
He just couldn't tell anyone about those pictures! If he wanted her to suck him to keep him quiet, she would suck him, make him cum . . . anything so he didn't tell the school or her father.
Her mind was tortured with thoughts of what would happen if her father ever did find out and she moved her mouth slavishly up and down on his cock until she thought she would run completely out of breath.
She could only moan softly and continue her lewd worship of his loins as his giant rod drove deeper and deeper into her mouth, shoving its full seven inch length deep into her throat He was swearing at her, running his hands over her entire upper body, pinching and clawing until red welts and bruises showed through the thin material of her pajamas. He was crushing her breasts as though he had never felt such soft, large orbs before, until she was groaning from the pain and humiliation.
Her lips were beginning to dry from the vigorous mouthing and she looked up at Mm, imploring him to stop and let her up, but her gaze was met with an un-giving, steel-like expression, a sadistic leer on his lips.
She felt dirty, totally degraded in her subservient position on the floor. At least at the party she had known two of her partners, but this man was a stranger and she was his slave! She had seen him around the school many times, but he had never spoken to her, and as far as she knew, he didn't speak to any of the girls, but obviously he did make a habit of eavesdropping on their conversations and spying on them in their rooms! She wondered how many other girls he had forced to do this because he knew something about them, and her mind started going over the girls on her floor room by room.
She began to slow down on her mouthing because her jaws ached from the huge intrusion in her mouth, but he grabbed her roughly again and warned her not to stop until he told her to.
She tried to concentrate on making him cum and once again revived her back and forward motion on his erect, jerking cock. Slowly she could feel him swelling to even greater thickness in her mouth and she wondered if she would be able to take it all.
"Suck it good now, baby," he growled. "I'm going to fill that mouth of yours!"
Thank God, she thought, at least in a few minutes it would be over and maybe then he would leave and let her alone.
Her lips closed around his growing shaft more firmly and milked his quivering penis with every ounce of energy she had left until she felt him shudder and the first spurt of his thick, warm sperm shoot deep into her throat.
"Swallow it . . ." he commanded, and she felt as though she would choke from the hot, piquant liquid.
He jerked forward in his chair and grabbed her head fiercely once again, ordering her to hold him in her mouth until he told her to let go. When she was sure that he had completed his orgasm she wanted to get up and rinse out her mouth, but he held her fast. She could feel his now limp cock begin to slip wetly from between her lips, but he seemed insistent on keeping her mouth glued to his crotch.
Finally he let her go and his penis hung loosely and wrinkled against the cloth of his trousers.
"Lick me clean like a good girl," he told her. "Then you can get up."
He sat on the chair, his knees spread out on either side of the seat and she subserviently leaned forward to lick the end of his flaccid prick where trickling remnants of his cum had stayed. She tried to balance herself by holding onto the chair, but he told her not to use her hands, just her mouth!
She leaned over so that she was almost on top of him and tried to catch the wiggling end of his weak, deflated prick with the tip of her tongue, but it avoided her like mercury in a glass. He chuckled maliciously as he watched her bob up and down at his crotch, licking at his penis whenever her tongue could catch it.
Finally he seemed satisfied and got up from his chair.
"You stay on the floor until I am out of the room," he warned her, pinching her one last time on the tip of her breast. "You behave yourself from now on and you won't have anything to worry about, otherwise, you know what I can do!"
Tears were cascading her face, catching at the corner of her mouth as she sobbed uncontrollably, trying to keep her voice down so that no one would hear her.
When she heard the door close she looked up and he had gone. She stumbled blindly to her bed and buried her head in the pillow and sobbed until she fell asleep, exhausted from the physical and mental strain she had just been through at the hands of the school's lowly old janitor.
CHAPTER EIGHT
School was finally out and all the girls were on their way home. She had passed all her courses even though she knew that she could have done better if it hadn't been for the pressure and the strain during the last few weeks, but all that was behind her now. She was looking forward to her summer vacation, but almost decided not to go home when she found out that her father would be away filming in Europe. She had begged him to let her go along with him, but he insisted that she stay home and keep her step-mother company. She did not look forward to two and a half months locked up in the same house with her, but she had no choice, and she didn't want to make her father angry.
Her father had sent the car for her and she wondered if Charles would say anything to her on the drive to the house. She smiled to herself wondering what effect her little seduction had had on him, or whether he would chose to ignore it completely.
He helped her load her belongings into the car, but tried to avoid her gaze. She could tell he was embarrassed and actually she didn't want to pursue the incident any further herself, so she rode home in silence, trying to think what she would do for the next few months without her father.
The car pulled into their long driveway, but her mother was not at the door to greet her.
"I'm home," she called out, waiting for an answer.
"Yes, I know," a harsh voice replied, "and you're screaming already. You must learn to keep your voice down!"
"That bitch," she muttered quietly, throwing her pocketbook on the hall table.
"We're out here ... on the patio," her mother finally told her. "Come on out."
Guess it was too much trouble for her to come to the door to greet me, she thought sarcastically, but not really caring. She wondered what she meant when she had said "we," but she would find out in a few seconds.
Her mother was lounging on a reclining chair, basking in the sun, a thin filmy sun robe wrapped around her shoulders, barely covering her obvious charms in her bathing suit.
"Hello," she said politely. "It's nice to have you home. How was school?" She always asked the same perfunctory questions every time she came home, she thought, and she always gave her the same answer.
"Nice to be home and school was fine, I passed."
"That's nice, dear," she barely managed to say.
"I thought you said 'we' were out on the patio. Who's the 'we'?"
"Oh, Henry Jacobs. He's in the bar mixing some drinks, but he'll be back in a minute."
"I should have known," she answered crisply. "That dirty old man just can't stay away, can he, mother!" She accented the first syllable of mother, so that she would get exactly what she intended. "Now, I thought we discussed this the last time you were home. You be nice to him, he's very fond of you and your father has asked him. to look after us while he's in Europe."
"I bet," she said simply.
Her mother didn't have time to say anything else because Mr. Jacobs came jauntily through the doorway.
"Well, well, welcome home," he said, putting the drinks down and giving her an overly friendly hug and kiss. "Nice to see you looking so well, thought maybe the exams had worn you out." His eyes were viewing her slim, supple body as though she were on display.
"She certainly is a beautiful girl, Lisbeth" he said, turning to her mother. "Bet you have to fight the boys off this summer."
"Yes, she is very lovely," she commented with about as much enthusiasm as a contest judge.
"What are your plans for the summer, young lady," he continued, still eyeing her and winking.
"Nothing in particular. I wanted to go to Europe with daddy, but he thought I should stay home and keep mother company, but it appears that that won't be necessary, so I don't know what I'll do." She knew that they had both gotten her point, and Mr. Jacobs shuffled his feet nervously, picked up his drink and took a large gulp.
"Well, if you go change, I've arranged to take you out for a ride today. Charles is saddling the horses right now, so hurry," he said.
"I'd rather not go," she said curtly. "I'd like to rest for a few hours."
"Don't be ridiculous, Jennifer," her mother chided her. "Henry's been planning this ride for days, so you run along and don't disappoint him."
She looked at her mother to see if she would change her mind, but she was staring blankly at her.
"Think I'll just rest right here while you two are gone, then freshen up for dinner. You will stay, won't you Henry?" she asked, knowing that he had already planned on it.
"Sure, I'd love to, thanks for the offer."
Jennifer looked at him and he was grinning evilly at her, but his back was to her mother so she didn't see the rising lecherous gleam in his eyes..
"You'd better hurry, if you want to have any sort of ride before the sun goes down, and may I change in the guest room, Lisbeth," he said turning back to her mother.
"Help yourself, you know where it is."
Jennifer turned and walked back into the house with Mr. Jacobs right behind her. She reached to pick up her pocketbook on the hall table, but it slipped and her cosmetics and belongings fell to the floor.
She bent to pick them up, but Mr. Jacobs said, "I'll get them for you, never mind." He reached down and began to scoop up her various and sundry things that she was carrying, but stopped for a moment and stared at what else had fallen out of her purse. It was the pictures!
"How very nice," he said, grinning up at her. "Think I'll just hang on to these."
"Give them back," she demanded. "They don't belong to you, they're mine!"
"They're mine now," he said, his voice harsh and cold, "so let's not discuss it any further. Run along and get changed so we can go on that ride."
She could hear him laughing as she ran up the stairs to her room, taking two at a time. She couldn't believe that he would actually keep the pictures from her, what would he do with them?
She changed quickly into her riding habit and pulled on her boots and went back downstairs. He was already waiting for her when she walked into the stable and stopped at each stall to pat the horses.
"Here you are, miss," Charles said formally. "Your horse is all ready to go."
He helped her onto her horse and she walked him outside and waited for Mr. Jacobs. In a few minutes he reined up alongside her and they took off at a brisk canter down the dirt road that led to the meadow.
She loved the feel of the wind and fresh air blowing through her hair when she went out for a ride, it made her feel so clean, so healthy, so full of life, and she threw her head back and caught the full impact of the breeze as she urged her horse into a full gallop. She was trying to stay far enough ahead of Mr. Jacobs so that he wouldn't be able to trap her into a conversation or reach over and touch her, but his horse was as fast as hers and he was soon up alongside her.
"Let's ride to the top of that ridge," he said, pointing at a spot about a half mile in front of them. "There is a lovely brook there and we can water the horses after their tiresome run."
"I know there's a brook there. Remember, I live here," she said sarcastically.
"Don't get smart with me, young lady," he continued, his voice lowering and becoming cruel. "I want to have a little talk with you when we get up there, so you'd better be polite."
She sensed that his conversation with her would involve her having those dirty pictures, but she didn't care, he wasn't her father, so what could he do? Except, the obscene thought flickered ominously through her mind, hold them over her head for other things.
They stopped at the top of the ridge and got down, letting their horses sip the cool water and rest for a little while.
"Sit down," he said, patting the patch of ground next to him.
"I can stand," she replied, not wanting to get too close to him.
"I said ... SIT DOWN, and I mean it," he shouted, and reached up and grabbed her hand, pulling her roughly down beside him.
"That's much better," he said, lowering his voice and grinning at her with that evil smile.
"What do you want to say to me," she asked, anxious to get to the point.
He let his hand fall lightly on her knee and she could feel his fingers grip into her soft, smooth flesh.
"It's about your library of pictures," he continued, leering expectantly down at her. "I have a proposition to make you."
"Oh yeah," she said, trying to sound calm, but her heart was pounding from the fear of what he would say.
"Well, I think that you should be very, very nice to me, sort of like what's in the pictures, and then I won't give them to your mother."
"You've got to be out of your mind," she gasped, trying to pull away from his insistent, firm grip.
"I'll tell my mother what you just said, and then we'll see what happens!"
"I'm afraid she wouldn't believe you, my dear," he snickered. "You see she'd just think you were making it up to get back at her! In fact, I rather think she would enjoy sending these to your father to show him his little Jen-Jen isn't all that lily-white and pure."
Jenny gasped at the mention of her father and just sat there, stunned with disbelief. She knew that this evil old man had wanted to debauch her for some time by the way he was always hugging and kissing her, letting his hands grab her "accidentally" when her parents weren't looking, but she never thought that he would stoop to blackmail.
She thought she'd try to call his bluff and said, "I can't ... I just can't, you'll have to tell my mother."
"Of course you can," he said, running his hand up her leg to the vee of her loins and squeezing it knowingly. "You may even enjoy it!"
She thought back to the night that she heard her mother and this man in the bedroom and wondered if he had the same plan in mind for her.
"We can't do it here, someone might come along," she shuddered trying to stall him off. But she knew it wouldn't work. He had waited too long to get her in a position like this where she had no choice but submit to his lewd advances.
"There are plenty of trees in back of us, my dear," he continued, his grip becoming rougher as he fingered her pubic mound from the outside of her riding pants.
He took a blanket from the back of his saddle that he had obviously rolled up for the occasion and took her hand and pulled her to her feet, half dragging, half leading her over the short distance from the brook to the clump of trees. She could already see the bulge of his excited prick beneath his tight-fitting pants and she knew in her horrified mind that she would have to go along with him if she didn't want her father to find out about the pictures. The thought of this awful, lecherous man even touching her repulsed her and she wondered dazedly how her mother could have anything to do with him after having slept with a man like her father.
He spread the blanket quickly and almost knocked her down on it in the urgency of his lust. when they were well hidden from the rest of the hill. His hands roamed over her body possessively kneading the soft, full mounds of her breasts pinching and squeezing like a madman.
He fumbled with the catch on her jodhpurs and finally pulled the zipper frantically apart, breaking it, and reached his hand inside until he could feel the lace of her thin, silk panties.
"Ooooohhh," he groaned, traces of spittle running from the corners of his mouth as he dug deeper and deeper inside her restricting panties until he could insert one finger beneath the tight elastic leg band and caress the soft, sparse pubic hair between her legs. He pushed his finger forward, touching the swollen lips of her vagina and roughly inserting one finger into the dry, tight vaginal passage until she opened her mouth wide and groaned in pain.
"Aaagggggh," she panted, feeling his nail tear at the lining of her passage.
He pushed his finger farther into her, smoothing it around against the soft, tender flesh unmercifully until she could finally feel her own juices of passion begin to flow involuntarily inside her open cunt.
He was breathing in staggered gasps for breath and he tugged at her pants pulling them around her knees.
"Take them off," he growled at her, frustrated because they would not slip off easily. She lay there, not moving, just glaring at him and he shouted again, "I told you to take them off!"
She raised her hips and wiggled the pants down until they could go no further. He pulled her boots off and jerked her pants down over her ankles. His hands traced a line up the smoothness of her skin on the inside of her thigh, massaging the supple flesh beneath his fingers. His fingers began to unbutton her blouse until it fell back over her shoulders, revealing the ripe, firmness of her breasts beneath her flimsy brassiere, and he gasped loudly.
"You're so lovely, Jenny," he crooned, a thin film of sweat breaking out on his forehead. "So beautiful. I knew you'd look like this naked."
He cupped her breasts in his hands and pulled the lace of the brassiere down over the luscious white mounds on her chest until her nipples stood out erectly from their sudden contact with the air, and he pressed his palm firmly against her large orbs until it hurt.
He was in a frenzied state of passion, not knowing where to touch her first, not able to concentrate on one particular region, but trying to devour every inch of her at once.
She wiggled underneath his touch, and in a strange way found it exciting to have this dirty, awful man in such a state of lust after her. His touch was rough, almost brutal, yet she didn't mind. She could feel herself beginning to react to his caresses and she squirmed her hips, pushing them harder down into the blanket.
He tore at the fly of his own trousers and lowered them around his knees, bringing his hard, threatening penis out into the open, letting it jerk up and down as he bent over her naked prostrate body.
His hands were all over her body and in spite of her revulsion, she too was beginning to feel small flames of perverse lust dancing between her legs. She relaxed, opening them slightly to give him greater access and reached down and gently took his throbbing manhood in her hand, rubbing it gently. And, somehow, she found another perverse thrill running through her with the knowledge that this was the same hardened fleshy instrument that had made her stepmother squirm and twist beneath its relentless pounding that night she had watched with horrified eyes through the window of her bedroom.
"Oh," he cried startled, at the unexpected pressure of her fingers as they grabbed his shaft.
"You'll be begging me for it," he muttered, choking on his words as he gasped.
She stroked his testicles and massaged his hot, pulsing cock with little nibbling pressures.
"Yes . . . yes ..." he groaned, "you are a hot little bitch! Just like I knew you'd be!"
Finally he couldn't stand the tension any longer and pulled her thin, silk panties away from her body, ripping them in half, and stared down at his ultimate target. His fingers worked furiously at the tiny slit between her legs until she was writhing and bucking under his fingering like she was going crazy.
His pants had fallen down around his ankles, but he had not taken them completely off, but he threw his body on top of her almost immediately and nearly took her breath away from the pressure of his weight.
"I'm going to fuck you so good, so good, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Sooo good little Jenny!"
She could feel the thickness of his large organ, probing between her legs, trying to slip inside her, but she kept her legs closed tightly together, teasing him, making him fight for her.
His hands pulled harshly at her knees, pinching the tender, soft skin on the inside of her thighs until she had to let them part before he bruised her too badly. It gave her a sense of conquering him to make him wait and she got a strange perverted feeling of power from it. She knew that he had wanted her, had forced her into this situation, but she was going to enjoy making him squirm for it.
"Come on," she whispered in his ear. "Give it to me like a real man if you think you can!" Her words excited him into an uncontrollable series of lunges and thrusts, trying to find the tiny, open slit of her vagina, but she kept moving her hips sideways so that he would miss with each attempt.
She knew that he was going to get angry if she kept up her game, so finally she let him probe the tight, damp passage with the throbbing head of his prick.
"Ooooolihhhh," he groaned, shoving it deep into her with his first thrust. She could feel him stretching the walls of her vagina, tearing at them, scraping and pushing further and further into her aching channel.
"Aaagggggh," she murmured as he shoved his rampaging cock in the last few centimeters.
"Ooooooh God," she moaned, clenching her teeth tightly together.
He felt good inside her.
He filled her completely, torturing her with his dangerous, thick, prodding phallus, and she moved her hips forward and spread her thighs open wide to take him more easily.
She wanted him! She wanted him to fuck her and she wanted him to forget that he had ever fucked her stepmother! She knew her thoughts were vindictive, but she wanted to punish her mother for being unfaithful to her father, so she was determined to steal her lover!
He was scrambling and pushing on top of her now, trying to get deeper inside her, pierce her heaving little belly with his hard, thick cudgel if it was the last thing he ever did.
Her hips jerked up against the hardness of his pelvis as he slammed into her, and she raised her knees so that they grasped around his buttocks. He felt marvelous inside her, this was different than she had ever felt before and she wondered if it was because of the fact that she had been forced, threatened into submitting.
She could feel the roughness of the wool blanket beneath her hips in contrast to the heat that was melting her very insides from between her legs. It seemed strange to make love in the open, to look up and see the sky, the trees, and there was something completely free about it.
They were both groaning, nibbling and biting now, their bodies working together like two precision parts, perfectly matched and in tune.
She could feel his thrusts becoming more violent, more insistent, his prick becoming thicker and thicker with each lunge and she wondered if he were about to fill her with his semen now.
"Wait . . . wait . . . I'm not ready," she gasped, and pulled his hips in closer to hers, in an effort to hold him still so that he would not cum until she too had approached her pinnacle.
She wanted him to bury his shaft so deep in her that she would cum for hours, but suddenly she felt him pull away from her with a grunt and slide his cock completely out of her straining cunt.
She moaned and gasped in disappointment and mumbled up into his strangely leering face. "W-What's the matter? I was so c-close!"
"I'm gonna do something to you I've always wanted to do to your father's wife and she'd never let me," he hissed down at her, a weird sadistic grimace playing across his lips.
"W-What are you going to do to me?" she whimpered up at him, a sudden fear flickering through the haze of her aroused passion. She wiggled teasingly on the grass, the burning sensation between her legs was about to consume her if he didn't satisfy her. She couldn't even wait for his answer to the frightened question she had asked and groaning out loud, she reached down and grabbed his prick roughly at first, then massaged it gently. "Please . . . please," she begged, "I want you back inside fucking me!"
He looked down at her, frustrated and begging for his massive, pulsing tool inside her, and he wanted her too, but he wanted her now in his own strange, perverse way. He had waited too long to get this proud young bitch flat on her back and helpless to his demands.
"Roll over," he commanded her. "We'll do it like they did in the pictures!"
She cringed at the thought, but her desire was too great to resist for very long and she twisted around on her stomach, her soft white buttocks pointing subserviently up at the open sky. She felt his fingers probe the crevice of her anus, running up and down, fingering the puckered, tight little hole, pulling her cheeks roughly apart. She was dry, so he dipped his fingers into the moist, hot wall of her vagina and ran his fingers up and down her rectal orifice once again until she was sufficiently lubricated.
He lowered his other hand around under her belly and rubbed it sensuously, teasing the tiny erect bud of her clitoris until she felt herself pushing back against his hips. She didn't care what happened now, she was being controlled by her enormous desire and she had to have him!
She could feel his hardness probing at her tiny hole and she felt obscenely naked with him driving lustfully at her backside, but she was no longer embarrassed, nothing mattered!
"Spread your legs," he said roughly, pulling at her knees and yanking them farther apart.
His finger prodded cruelly into her rectum, shoving its thickness in up to the first knuckle and she gasped in pain.
Her muscles were taut and she knew that she should try to relax, but the sudden intrusion had caused every muscle to constrict. He let his finger he still inside her for just a moment before inserting it the rest of the way and slowly, but surely, the pain began to subside. He jammed his finger in and out of her tight elastic hole until she was stretched a httle wider and then, without warning, rammed a second digit deep into that soft rubbery channel.
"God, no!" she screamed. "You'll tear me in half," but he wasn't going to stop. She tried to wiggle away from his cruel impalement, but his other hand held her hips back on his finger like a roasting pig impaled helplessly on a spit.
She knew that he was deliberately stretching her anus, hurting her, for he chuckled softly every time she groaned or winced in pain. His other hand began to fondle the lips of her vagina once again and she found herself rocking back onto his fingers, wanting him to take her, take her any way he wanted, it didn't matter!
"Do it ... do it," she begged him, moaning softly. "Fuck me! Somewhere! Anywhere!"
He pulled his fingers out of her and she could feel the soft tender flesh from the inside of her rectum clinging to them as he removed them with a slight sucking noise. She felt his body stretch out in back of hers, his huge, hard cock prodding between the cheeks of her soft, flaccid buttocks and she shivered half in masochistic anticipation and half in dread of the punishment she knew he was going to subject her helpless body to. She could feel his thumbs stretching the soft, unprotected cheeks of her ass wide apart and the smooth rubbery head of his pulsating cock probing eagerly against the small tight ring of her exposed anus. Tears of dread and shame cascaded down her face momentarily as the enormity of the perversion he was about to commit on her flickered through her mind but there was nothing anyone in the world could do to save her now. Not even Daddy!
She heard him grunt and wheeze for a moment behind her as he tried to force his rock-hard cock deep into her as she lay face down, legs spread wide, but she was still too tight, so he ordered her to "Kneel" Reluctantly, but obediently, she raised up on her knees, her fingers digging into the grass and dirt at the top of the blanket, preparing herself for his harsh impalement His hands pulled the cheeks of her buttocks apart again and then gripped her thighs, holding them as widespread as they would go.
"Help me put it in," he commanded her gruffly and reached for her hand and placed it on his throbbing cock and loosely swaying testicles. They bounced like jelly in her hand and the pubic hair surrounding them tickled her hand.
"Guide it in for me," he commanded her, in a bit rougher tone of voice.
She pressed the smooth, pulsating head against her tiny, stretched and aching hole, but when she felt it push against her for the first time she let go, biting her lip in pain. It was too big ... it would never fit!
But, even as her mind rebelled, she felt him push his hips forward cruelly, inching the head of his massive rod into the tightly, stretched nether ring of her anus and she screamed in pain.
"Stop ... stop, I can't take it!"
He ignored her pleas, holding her fast and shoved in harder and more insistently. She knew now that she couldn't escape from this horrible intrusion of the most secret of her entrances as he thrust his hips forward and stabbed her painfully each time he lunged. He held her hips back at his and she was helpless.
"Push back . . . come to me," he shouted. "Push your ass back at me!"
Her mind was so wracked with pain that she couldn't think, so she just wiggled her hips automatically, easing them back further and further onto his punishing, hard organ. His pulsing, hot prick surged into her, a solid mass of rock-hard flesh, boring into the soft rubbery confines of her rectum, tearing her apart and forcing tiny gasps of helpless protest from between her tightly clenched teeth.
"Oh God ... Oh God ... you're killing meeeee! You're splitting me there . . ." she grunted out her pain down into the rough surface of the crumpled blanket. The smooth blunt intrusion of his huge cock vibrated and jerked through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside of her widely stretched anal passage in great waves of pain relentlessly before it. Her eyes opened wide in torment and she started to scream out her agony again until suddenly she felt the wiry, coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the soft, rounded cheeks of her swaying buttocks.
The huge, fleshy thickness was buried to the hilt in her upturned ass!
Jacobs groaned and began muttering vile obscenities down at her hollowing back as he began fucking her as though she were a slave kneeling before her master.
"You're soo fucking tight," he moaned as he sawed in and out of her, showing her no mercy as he plundered into the tender, soft confines of her buttocks.
"Ooohhh ... uuuggghhhh, she groaned, the pain beginning to ease somewhat, and she felt a strange sensation welling up in her wildly gyrating buttocks . . . The pain was weirdly mixed with pleasure and a masochistic sort of thrill crept through her mind,-and she shoved back harder and willingly onto his pistoning cock. Her excitement was over-riding the pain and she reached in back of her and tickled his gently swinging testicles so that he plundered into her with greater fury.
He stared at his huge, purplish organ disappearing between the cheeks of her helpless and vulnerable buttocks, tearing into her like a lightning bolt.
His balls and penis ached from the tightness of her anus and he could feel the tight elastic ring around the tiny puckered hole stretch each time he pulled out and shoved it into her again, sending a thousand chills racing through his body.
He rotated his hips, grinding deeper and deeper into her as she gasped out of her own abandoned passion.
"Yes ... do it ... do it! Fuck me there ... fuck me there!"
He drew it out almost to the tip and then shoved it back into her once again, his throbbing prick about to burst inside her. He began to rub his hips and hairy thighs over her white, smooth backside, reaching around under her heaving chest and grasping her breasts and squeezing them harshly as if they were rubber. His breath was rapid and hot, warming the back of her spine and neck as he lunged forward. He could feel his already giant, erect cock begin to swell even more and he braced himself for his final explosion.
"Here I cum," he groaned. "My God . . . here I cum!"
Jenny closed her eyes tight, feeling the rising tide of his orgasm building in his wildly thrusting cock.
And then he exploded!
She could feel his hot, liquid sperm shoot deep into her rectum moistening her, filling her belly to the brim with his hot, pulsating semen. She moaned again and flailed her head to the side, feeling filled as she had never been filled before. She could swear the warm spurting liquid had burst through her intestines and was seeping out the soft, sensitive tips of her hardened breasts to the blanket below. He gasped, and groaned, mewling like an animal as he thrust one final time and the last of his hot, jetting sperm shattered lewdly into the forever stretched tunnel of her clasping anus.
"Oh yes . . . yes . . . yes ..." he whimpered as his voice trailed off into an inaudible whisper.
He pulled his penis from her buttocks, its slippery exit making a wet, sucking noise, and rolled over on the grass, still panting. She rubbed her buttocks cheeks and looked at him accusingly.
"You hurt me," she said.
"You'll get used to it, my dear," he said with a Victorian tone to his voice, but not really caring how she felt. "We'll have to make this a daily ritual while your father's gone."
"Perhaps," she said, staring up at the sky and closing her eyes for just a little while before they started back.
CHAPTER NINE
The summer seemed to drag, each day the same as the one before and she was becoming restless. She had met several boys during the two months and had had her affairs, not counting her frequent meetings with her mother's lover, Mr. Jacobs, but still she felt she wanted something else. She knew that she would never be happy going back to boarding school, it would all seem so juvenile, so unimportant now, and she decided that she would not go back. She knew that her parents would insist upon her finishing her education and she didn't know how she could avoid telling them, but she'd have to work something out!
She had always wanted to try acting like her father, in fact she had always wanted to do everything that her father did, so she decided to apply to several acting schools in Hollywood. She knew that her last name would pull some weight, but there were hundreds of children with famous actors for mothers or fathers so she couldn't count too strongly on that alone.
She had often heard Mr. Jacobs brag about all his connections in the movie world, so she decided that the next time he wanted to make love to her, she would turn the tables and bribe him. She knew that he was becoming quite infatuated with her, her youth, her energy and her love-making, so she knew that he would probably help her. If he did refuse, she could threaten to expose him to her mother and she knew that his ego wouldn't stand for that, so she felt fairly safe in her blackmail.
One afternoon she called him up and told him to meet her at the house, that her mother was out for the day and she wanted to see him. She tried to make her voice sound sensual and desperate, as though she couldn't wait to be with him in bed again, and he told her that he would rush right over. She giggled as she hung up the phone, just picturing him rushing through the door, his clothes half off and a huge erection bulging out from underneath his pants. He was such an overly anxious man, and he thought that he was absolutely irresistible. The thought made her want to be sick or laugh hysterically.
She went to her room and put on the scantiest pair of shorts and halter she could find, freshened her make-up and lounged casually in a big chair on their patio. She heard the maid let him in the front door and she pushed her breasts up higher so that most of them were revealed above her tight halter.
"Well, there you are, my love," he said, his breath thick with passion. "What can I do for you today?" He laughed, thinking that she would just fall into his arms and let him make love to her. After all, she had called him, so what else could she want?
She looked up at him and said, "Sit down, Henry. I want to have a talk with you." Her voice was cold and calculating, not the warm and sensuous tone he had detected on the phone.
"It sounds serious," he said, wondering exactly what she had in mind. "What can I do for you?"
He reached down and ran his hand caressingly over the protruding, inviting soft bulge of her breasts and drew a sharp breath.
"I'm not going to make love to you anymore," she said bluntly, knowing that his pants were about ready to burst at that very moment. "The first time you forced me into it, but from then on it was more of a game, something for me to use against my mother, so you see, I don't care if you tell her about the pictures now. I think she suspects that you have been seeing me and she's liable to tell Daddy if you ever admitted it, so I doubt that you would."
"But, baby," he stammered. "I'd never show those pictures to anyone now. You know that. In fact, I'll give them back if you want, but don't say we aren't going to make love anymore."
She knew she had him just where she wanted him and she loved to watch him squirm.
"Well, there is one other condition that I have to offer, and then maybe we can work something out. You interested?" she asked coyly.
"Of course," he said, "I'd love to hear it."
I bet, she thought to herself.
"I've decided not to go back to school this fall, and I want to take my chances in Hollywood. After this summer, everything at school would seem so childish. I've matured so much and my tastes have changed, if you know what I mean."
She paused and waited for a reaction, but he just sat there listening.
"How does that involve me," he asked finally. "I doubt that your parents will let you drop out, anyway."
"Oh Henry, you're so slow," she added, "let me be more specific."
"I know that my parents would have an absolute fit if I didn't go back to school, but I've made up my mind, so I thought that you might set up some interviews there for me, with your connections and all, then if I have a contract or at least a bid to a studio, my parents couldn't very well stop me. I'd be on my own and have a job."
"I'm not sure that I could go against your mother and father like that, they've been my friends for years," he replied.
"Aren't I your friend, too," she said, softening her voice. "After all, we're not exactly strangers!"
"No, we're hardly strangers, but that has nothing to do with it."
"Quite the contrary," she said. "It has everything to do with it, everything in the world!"
"I don't see what you mean ... or do I?" he stammered.
"In layman's terms, Henry dear," she said sarcastically, "unless you do set up the interviews for me, I'll go to mother with my sad tale of woe about how you seduced me the first day I was home and how you've kept after me, screwing me half to death and threatening me if I ever told."
He looked at her shocked, not believing that she had turned the tables so neatly.
"I really think that I'd make an excellent actress anyway," she continued, "I'm sure I could give my mother a realistic performance, tears and all, sobbing about how I wish she'd get rid of you!"
"You don't have enough nerve to pull a stunt like that," he told her. "You'd never do it!"
"Bet me!" she challenged him. "Would you like to take the chance?"
He didn't speak for several minutes, then answered, "No, I wouldn't like to take the chance."
"That's just great then. You can use the phone in the den and start calling some people. I want all the interviews I can get. Oh, one more thing . . . you'll have to lend me some money to live on when I first go there so I will be able to get around and eat."
He nodded, resigned to the fact that she did mean what she said, and there was nothing else he could do.
She followed him into the den and sat there while he made several phone calls to producers, agents and studios in Hollywood and set up appointments for her in two weeks.
When he had finished his last call, she put her arms around his waist and hugged him, rubbing her breasts teasingly over his thin cotton shirt.
He grabbed at her roughly, trying to crush his mouth down on hers, his fingers tearing at the cloth of her halter.
"Take it easy, you don't want to bruise your property," she teased him, moving away and walking back onto the patio.
"Now, let's make love," he whispered, walking in back of her. "I want you so badly."
"So will a lot of other people once I get to Hollywood," she said, "and I wouldn't want to wear myself out. Thanks very much for your help though, Henry, I do appreciate it."
She knew that he was going crazy. She could see the pulsing, thick bulge in his pants and she reached out and squeezed it gently.
"My, you do excite easily," she chided, laughingly. "Maybe mother will take care of you when she gets home."
"Damn you," he spat, grabbing her harshly and clawing at her brief top. He was about to rip it completely from her body and throw her down on the grass and take her right there, but they both stopped short, as they heard footsteps coming toward them.
Her mother stood in the doorway for just a second before walking out on the patio. She looked at Jennifer and then at Mr. Jacobs, trying to detect if anything had been going on. There were several red marks on the bulging fullness of Jenny's breasts and Mr. Jacobs seemed to be out of breath, but she said nothing to let them know she suspected.
"Jenny," she scolded, "that's no way for a young lady to go running around. Go put some clothes on. Have a seat, Henry."
Jenny went to her room, smiling to herself, knowing that her mother must have sensed something was wrong, but her pride wouldn't let her say anything.
* * *
The two weeks seemed to pass slowly, when finally the day came for her to leave. She had gotten some money from Mr. Jacobs and had gotten her ticket. Her step-mother was gone that evening, so she decided to leave them a note telling her what she had decided and that her father wouldn't worry when he found out. She knew that they would probably send someone after her, but if she already had signed a contract by that time, she wouldn't be able to break it!
She didn't want to hurt her father, but she couldn't tell him all the reasons why she had made this decision, that would be worse. She didn't care what her mother thought, but she was still a little apprehensive about what her new life would hold for her.
She had heard her father speak so many times about all the young girls who went to Hollywood in hopes of getting a contract, and what they had to sacrifice and do to even get an interview. He had told her, "I'm glad you don't want to get into the business. It's a rough haul."
She knew that it would not be easy, even though she was Carter Rhodes' daughter, in fact in might even be more difficult, the others might resent her. She had faced that problem in school and she was sure that now she could face it without difficulty if she had to, but she tried to look at the more optimistic side.
She was on her own! She wouldn't have to listen to professors, dorm mothers, her own mother, or anyone, ever again.
Her new found sense of freedom elated her and she could not keep from smiling as the train rolled over the miles of track that was taking her to her Mecca... Hollywood.
