I was alone in my room. It was dark outside and only a small lamp burned by the side of my bed. I had on a black lace negligee over matching bra and panties, my blonde hair fell loosely over my shoulders, and I smoked a cigarette leisurely. There was nothing to do. The house was quiet, the neighborhood dead, and sleep was a long way away. I had just come out of a long spell in the bath and my body was fragrant with the soap and perfume I had pampered myself with. With a half-stifled yawn, another draw on my cigarette, I lazily watched the smoke curl toward the ceiling and reveled in the luxury of having nothing to do.
My free hand moved over the sudden rise of my breasts down to my belly and came to rest there. I felt a warm yearning in my loins, a naughty desire to make love to myself. Why suppress it? So many lovers had admired me, why shouldn't I? And it wasn't all that often that I had an evening to myself. Yes ... yes, nothing grand, just a little titillation, a nightcap of sorts. My hand moved further down and slid in between my thighs. I closed my eyes and pretended it wasn't my hand for a moment, just to feel how soft and smooth my flesh was. A rush of hot and cold tingles ran through me, shaking loose the sleepy zones and alerting all of me to what was to come. Ooohhh nice! I felt the patch of hair under my panties, the swell of flesh beneath, and the faint dampness. The mirror that ran the full length of my bed, reflected my slinky blonde loveliness. No wonder men were so mad about me! How could they resist those firm, star-gazing breasts, those long slender legs, and that pretty face with its flaxen hair? I turned over on my side to look at myself as my hand slipped into my panties and caressed its way in between those succulent lips.
"Ellen! Open up, I've got to get my books right away!"
The dream bubble popped. Hastily I withdrew my hands from my jeans, pushed the chair away from the book-cluttered desk, and went over to unlock the door. Gina came in looking pissed.
"Goddamn it, why do you have to lock doors all the time? You don't seem to realize that we share this room." She picked up her books, gave me a dirty look, and left in a rush, slamming the door behind her. I pushed the lock back into place and sank back into the chair. Now where was I? My mind strained to get back to that other world, the one in which men queued for blocks to make love to me, the one in which I could have been content to be left alone to make love only to myself.
Back in that mysterious house and its mirrors, gazing at myself, I fingered slowly, carefully, not wanting to arouse myself too much too soon. I let the sensations build up upon one another, adding to them with quick twitches of my finger, an occasional dip into the silky moistness of my cunt hole, a squeeze of my breasts with the other hand while my lips held the cigarette for the moment. Bit by bit I set my body on fire, a touch here, a stroke there, and suddenly the few clothes I had on became oppressive. I wanted to be naked and free, I wanted to see my cunt splayed out all pink and wet, I wanted to see my face contort in the pain of pleasure!
But I kept a grip on my emotions. The bra was the first item of clothing to go. Two perfectly formed breasts pushed out at the mirror, white against my tan, tipped by the pinkest nipples this side of Playboy magazine, and for a breathless second I cupped my breasts in both hands and squeezed the springy flesh as if they didn't belong to me but to an utterly desirable stranger. I could feel myself growing hotter and wetter by the minute!
The negligee was next to go, only my panties covered any part of me, and it was that part that dominated my mind. My pussy throbbed and purred, it drooled and ached, but I ignored it for as long as I could just to intensify those emotions to the point of agony. Now, now, I couldn't wait another second! I ripped my panties off, and threw myself back onto the bed so that my legs flailed about in the air and my cunt opened right up for the finger that pushed at the entrance. I craned my neck and watched as that solitary digit pushed in and out. I was on the way, an orgasm loomed up on the horizon-but suddenly I caught a glimpse of something at the window!
At first I thought it was my imagination. But a moment later I saw something move again and this time I got a good look. There was a man outside of my bedroom window and he was watching me play with myself! How long had he been there!? I flushed all over and looked around for a place in which to hide my nakedness. My clothes were all flung well away from the bed and I didn't want to let him know I'd seen him. The window was open just far enough to let in some fresh air, if I panicked he might push it all the way up and jump right into my room! What was I to do? There was no one home to help me. Automatically I went on fingering and caressing but the fun had gone out of it. The man took less and less care to remain unseen, and when he realized that he'd been spotted he pressed his face against the window pane and looked on insolently. "Go away!" I cried in despair. He didn't move a muscle.
Now I did panic. All the pent-up fears and frustrations came out in one burst as I snatched the bedspread off the bed, wrapped it around my naked body, and ran to the window to close it. The man was too quick for me. Just as I grabbed hold of the top of the sliding pane he got hold of the bottom and pushed twice as hard as I did. My arms flew up, the bedspread fell down, and he clambered inside. He was a big man with a low forehead and a lot of hair. His eyes were small and they glowered at me with piggish lust. I felt a cringing sensation in my belly. The fear had me paralyzed, I wanted to pick up the bedspread but I was too terrified. So I stood there stark-naked, trembling,, and the man leered at me up and down, down and up, taking in every square inch of my body.
"Class ass," he growled. Then he turned to the open window and yelled: "Hey fellas, let's go I"
The bushes rustled and from the dark emerged half a dozen shady figures, hulking brutes who entered the room wordlessly and grouped about me to stare. I tried to scream but no sound would come out. The men looked like laborers. A couple of them wore hard hats, jeans, and there was mud and oil on their shirts. Heavy work boots on my white carpet. The smell of armpit sweat and cigars displaced the fragrance of my perfumes and bath oils. One of the men reached back and slammed the window shut.
"Get back on the bed," said the leader of the pack.
"What will you do with me?" I asked in a high, quavering voice.
The men laughed roughly but the leader pushed me onto the bed and told me to stay there. His thick fingers went down to his lap and undid his zip. Frightened as I was, I couldn't help but be curious. How big were these ruffians? And what would they do to me, and for how long? Fear mingled with delicious expectations, both emotions see-sawing from one extreme to the other. The men stood around and glared at me silently. Were they escapees from an insane asylum? No, no, there was working dirt on their big hands, they must be the road crew I'd seen at work earlier in the day.
"I'm first," the leader said finally. "Because I'm senior. You guys stand back and watch how the experts do it." More rough laughter. I was glad to see that they were in a good mood at least. The leader dropped his pants and a roaring erection popped up. "Suck it!" he said impatiently. "What the hell are you waiting for?" That shocked me out of my repose. I had expected the man to rape me and to that I had been resigned. But to suck his dick in front of all those people! No, I couldn't do that. I shook my head and put my hands over my mouth as if to protect myself.
"Go on, Roy, give it to her," said one of the men.
"I'll do that all right!" The leader came at me with his pants down around his knees and anger in his eyes. "Come here you dirty slut!" He grabbed my wrists and pulled me toward him so that my face came into contact with the rough pubic hair surrounding his quivering erection. He was too big for me, far too big. His was a long, fat cock with heavy veins and a knob that could choke a horse. I tried to get away from him but those big hands were locked about my wrists. He jabbed his cock at my face and urged me to comply with his wishes. I felt so small and helpless, so utterly desperate, that I began to cry. Roy liked that. He flung me back onto the bed, stepped out of his pants and, still wearing his work shirt and heavy boots, he got on his knees on the bed and straddled my chest so that his cock stuck out right over my face. His big hands grabbed my face and forced my mouth open. He hurt me in the process but the pain dwindled in significance next to the choking, threatening sensation of his cock entering my mouth! I kept my eyes open for some reason, and saw his big thick cock come at me, filling up my horizon, dominating me, and at last pushing in between my lips to go down, down, down, until I couldn't breathe! My facial muscles were stretched to the limit and his knob was approaching the gag zone.
With a last burst of strength I pushed him back and slithered out from under him. None of his friends moved as I leaped off the bed and headed for the door. They knew I wouldn't get far. Strong arms seized me about the waist, I was forced back onto the bed, and then Roy's rough hands grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face in really close to his hairy belly. I smelled his sweat and felt his power, and I wilted like a lily, unable to take any more of this brutality. His cock pushed its way into my mouth and his loins moved it back and forth. Every part of me relaxed and became passive. When his cock slid right down my throat I couldn't even be bothered to gag.
"Terrific baby," he panted. "That's how I like my women, just like mattresses with warm, wet holes. Hey Bud, get in line, she gives great head!"
"I'd rather fuck her," said Bud. I couldn't tell which of the men Bud was but I liked him anyway.
"Suit yourself but you'll be missing out on some great head," said Roy. He pushed his cock deeper down my throat, so deep that the pubic hair brushed against my nose and cheeks. He filled me to the brim, it was almost impossible to get any air to my lungs, but my indifference had reached a new high by this time. Let them do what they wanted with me. What did it matter? A thick finger pushed its way into my cunt and moved back and forth to get me wet. Roy sat on my chest and fed me his cock with one hand behind my head, the other on my tits. Bud picked up my legs and stood in between them to direct his cock at my cunt. Was I wet? His knob pushed against my cunt entrance and to my horror my pussy opened right up and swallowed the stranger!
"This is one hot bitch!" commented one of the men. "Come on, Bud, get it over with quick, I can hardly wait to get a piece of that ass!"
"Wait your turn, fellas." That big cock moved back and forth slowly, feeling me out, getting its bearings. Excitement took me by storm. The cock down my throat now became a real thing for me, something to cling to in the coming storm. I grabbed hold of Roy's ass and brought him further forward so that the whole of his monstrosity was in my mouth, and then I sucked it good and hard, all the while waiting for the real fucking to begin. Slowly, back and forth, slurping pussy juice, hard meat, a little faster now, my body on red-alert, a deep thrust and another and another! Surges of passion flooded my body, explosions took place in unexpected regions. I began to writhe and suck harder, my nails dug into Roy's ass and my legs opened as wide as they could to give Bud all the access he could use.
"Suck it, suck it!" panted Roy. He hunched over me and fucked my face mercilessly. "Swallow it all you dirty bitch, suck the sperm out of my balls, that's all you're good for. SUCK IT, SUCK IT, SSSSSSSSSUUUCCCKKK!! " Hot cream boiled out of his cock and down my throat. Roy made strange, strangled sounds and drove his cock right into my face for a final flurry of fucking. My head felt as though it was about to explode with all the cock and come, but it didn't and then the cock and come subsided and disappeared, and I was left with only that big, plunging dick in my cunt and I felt very pleased with the world in general. Bud stood by the side of the bed and held my legs apart as he drove his cock in and out of me with a hard, pneumatic rhythm. When Roy got out of the way I could see the man's hairy chest, his big belly, and the rippling muscles in his tanned arms, so powerful and virile that it made me cringe deliciously just to look at him. I felt the first climaxes building up, rolling through my body and exploding in the back of my mind, small at the beginning, growing larger by the minute, and then, with every deep thrust of Bud's cock, I came, came, and came again!
"Harder, harder!" I moaned. "Oh yes, that's good, that's very nice. Deeper now, deeper, DEEPER, HARDER, GIVE IT ALL TO ME, YES, YES, OH GOD, WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, YES, YES, AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSS!! " I fucked him back furiously until the last drop of my ecstasy had been spent. Bud came around about that time, a hot gusher that partially missed its mark and ran down my legs and ass. I was floating, thinking that these men weren't out to do me any harm but had been sent only to make me happy.
"Oh harder, deeper!" I heard one of the men say. "Fuck me, fuck me, yes, aaaaahhhh! What a fucking joke!" Cruel laughter followed. He was making fun of me! I opened my eyes and tried to find my tormentor. There he was, the hulking bearded man with hair growing all over his chest and shoulders. "Roll over, you stupid cunt," he told me. "I'm going to fuck you where you've never been kissed." I felt a new brand of panic rising in me and refused to move. The man's cock stood up and leaned to the left, another big hammer-headed monster that my pussy would have trouble with-and he wanted to put that up my ass! Never! The other men came closer now and watched me with amusement in their eyes. I looked to Bud or Roy for help but they didn't give a shit about me. They told the bearded man to go ahead, daring him to do it to me!
"Please don't," I begged. "Anything but that. You're too big, please, give me a break!"
"Shut up." His powerful hands grabbed me and threw me over on my belly so that I faced myself in the mirror. The man stood by the side of the bed behind me and his hands ran over the cheeks of my ass for a moment before he pulled them apart. "Look at that," he said to his friends. "She couldn't shit raspberry pits through it now but when I'm done she'll pass coconuts without flinching." They roared with laughter. My anus contracted fearfully and my mind kept jumping around looking for a way to get out of this situation. There was no way. His finger found my anus and pushed into it so hard that it parted for him, and the whole of his top joint pushed in. The pain flashed through me, rebounding, doubling up, and illuminating me the way an electric shock would. If so little of him gave me so much pain what could I expect from his rock-hard cock? I began to shiver and whine pitifully but that only made the men laugh more.
The phone rang and shattered my dream once more. I pulled my hand out of my jeans and picked up the receiver. When I held it close I could smell the musky fragrance of my ass, a little stifling, strong, sexy, and it took me a few seconds to focus on what was being said to me. "Hello, Ellen, are you there?"
"Yes, yes, I'm here." Most of my mind stayed firmly within the confines of my dream-world, that bearded monster was still fingering my ass, his buddies were still laughing, but the frontal lobes of my mind were intent on what Richard, my caller, had to tell me.
"Listen, that article has to be finished by tomorrow if you stand to have a chance of getting it accepted. I'm doing everything I can for you here but the competition is rough. So you'll have it ready, right?"
"Of course, Richard, it's practically done now."
"Keep working on it. Once you're on the college paper the rest comes easy," he said. Didn't I know it! Every journalism major in school was trying to get the job as a regular staffer and eventually to get an editorship. When you had that, doors opened, one's degree took on significance, just as without a job on the college paper you were always behind the other aspiring reporters. I sighed and ended the conversation. Typewritten sheets lay in a pile in front of me, with so many corrections that it looked like a march of spiders over the pages. I knew my work was good ... but it had been suggested to me that one had to be more than good.
Still, there'd be plenty of time to worry about the future later. For the moment I had my story rolling. I settled back in my chair and pushed my hand right down into my jeans again, down past my pussy and then that one musky finger slid back into my ass-hole while the rest of my hand pressed hard against my cunt. The hairy, bearded man fingered me ... he fingered me ... and his friends laughed.
His finger dug in deep, too deep. I tried to wriggle away but that only got me closer to the mirror. He kneeled on the bed behind me and started to finger-fuck me in earnest now, pushing down on my ass with his free hand. I was trapped and that intruding finger created such weird, uncomfortable feelings in me! What to do? The men made themselves comfortable and lit up cigarettes. This was just a party to them! Didn't they see how much pain they were putting me through?
"That's enough, I can't take any more," I groaned, reaching back and pulling his hand away from my ass.
"You're going to take a lot more!" he snarled. He seized me by the wrists and held them both in one hand against the small of my back. Then his finger pushed its way up my ass-hole again, more brutally this time, and when I cried out in pain they all laughed.
"Give it to her, Jack, she loves it!" said one of them. Jack seemed to believe that. His whole finger wormed up me and another began to dig around the rim to see if it couldn't come inside as well. While I lay perfectly still it didn't hurt so much, but the moment I moved, that searing, uncomfortable sensation made itself felt and then I didn't know if I was going to cry or shit! That second finger actually entered my ass, forcing the muscles to open further than I would have thought possible.
"She's tight as a-fish's ass-hole!" grunted Jack. "Gimme some of that baby oil on the dresser there, I'll soon open this bitch up." One of his friends obliged and I sighed in relief. He poured the oil over my ass so that it spilled all over my sheets, not caring that I would have to sleep between them later. The stuff splashed down on me and rolled off to soak the sheets! In a way that hurt more than his coarse fingering. These men regarded me as an animal to be defiled any way they wanted. Still, the baby oil made the entry of his two fingers a lot more agreeable, and even when he added a third to it I didn't feel so much pain.
But then he pulled his fingers out, grabbed hold of my buns, and pulled me toward his erection so that the swollen knob pushed hard against my sphincters, tore them apart, and entered me with a minimum of care. "OOOOOOOOOOWWWW-WOOOOOUUUCCCHHHH! I screamed, twisting and turning to get away from the red-hot pain that erupted down there. "LET GO, LET GO, OH JEEEEEESUSSSS THAT HURTSSSSSSS!! "
"It's supposed to hurt!" he hissed, driving his cock up my ass with hard strokes. Through the mist and lashes before my eyes I could see him reflected in the mirror, looking like a bear and standing like one, too, holding me by the hips and lofting his whole cock into my ass with each heave of his loins. The pain kept expanding, filling me, forcing scream after scream from my lungs. I was crying and pleading but nothing could stop that hot poker from pushing right up my ass. Wouldn't the other men help me? I tried to catch their eyes in the mirror but they were all staring at the spot at which his cock entered my body. The pain was so intense that I couldn't take any more of it. Nerves went numb under the load, my mind went blank, a new kind of indifference overtook me. If he wanted to hurt me, let him. What did I care? Men were cruel and women were at the butt of their cruelty. There was nothing for it but to resign myself.
Again I lay there like a mattress and again a surprise attack of passion ambushed me. That searing, torturous pain ceased to give me pain; pain turned to something highly pleasurable the way lead turns to gold, a sudden, unexpected transition that had me hovering on the brink between the two opposite sensations until I was indeed certain that it was pleasure. Those pumping, brutal strokes still stirred up shrill agony but it was now leavened with animal delight, a grovelling, squalid reveling in my own debasement, in the lust my ass had aroused in that bearded bear of a man, in the intensity of his fucking, in the audience, and finally in the physical pleasure he brought me. I felt orgasms gathering momentum, I felt my pussy firing up, felt my clitoris twanging like an overwrought guitar string, and when Jack pushed all of his cock right into me with a slap of belly against ass, I came like a cork from a champagne bottle!
For a few minutes my innards bubbled and brewed violently, and all I could do was pant hysterically to get at some air. Only when I had recovered enough to clear my head did a sense of deep disappointment settle over me. It was just a fantasy. Nothing was happening in my real life, no bearded brutes, no ravishing savages, not even the occasional finger! In my dreams I was bold but in reality I was timid.
I walked unsteadily over to the closet and found a hand towel with which to wipe the sweat off my brow. My fingers were coated with all sorts of excretions and I wiped them clean as best I could. Gina was always out with boys, she didn't have any troubles with sex. If anything, she had to fight the guys off to get a rest from it all now and then. I recalled one night when she had actually brought a man into our room. She must have thought I was asleep, or perhaps she didn't even care. In any case, she and that guy had walked in shushing each other and laughing under their breath, and then they'd fallen onto her bed to start kissing and moaning and making all sorts of rustling sounds that made my imagination go wild!
"Careful!" I heard Gina whisper at one point. "You're going to wake Ellen up with all your noise!"
"The vestal virgin? Screw her, it'll do her good to find out what fucking is all about," the guy had said. That really cut me to the quick. Not that he was wrong. I was upset that he knew about it. There was nothing wrong with me outwardly. I was attractive, a natural blonde, tall and slender, and my breasts jiggled as much as any girls' when I walked through the campus area. But something inside was askew. Men had only to touch me in the wrong place and I froze up. I couldn't understand it because the rest of me wanted to experience love so much. As I lay in my bed and watched the man hump my roommate my whole body was in a turmoil, I fingered myself stealthily, listened to every erotic sound, and had more climaxes than Gina!
The vestal virgin ... I had tried to get rid of that reputation once after drinking too much. My escort had been given the green light and he looked eager. But then I mentioned that I was a virgin and dying to become a woman, and at that point he looked uneasy and said he had to go to the John. Men didn't like to perforate virgins anymore. They thought it meant commitment.
I shook my head and tried to focus my attention on my work. That was all that mattered for the moment. Once on the college paper everything would go smoothly, I just knew it. I leafed through the written pages and tried to think about the overall organization of the article. It was titled "The Southern Women in Society" and consisted of a series of interviews with what I thought were real belles. They talked to me because I was a Northerner and therefore not in competition with them.
For a few minutes I paced about the room and tried to clear my mind. I opened the windows and leaned on the sill while I smoked a cigarette. The campus was dark and peaceful, a few couples strolled under the light of the moon, somewhere someone strummed a guitar, and for a second it did seem to be the happiest time in my life. But when I turned back to my room I knew people were far too sentimental about college days. There was so much to contend with, so many worries about the present and the future, so much pressure from the past. Would I, for example, have been in this fix if my mother hadn't confessed her dread of sex to me each time she had a few drinks? As a little girl she used to make me sit down with her and she'd ramble on about a woman's duties, how men were beasts and women just had to put up with it. I didn't know what she was talking about except on an instinctual level, and there I shuddered along with her. Men were so hairy and strong, their voices were harsh and they always seemed to want to hurt little girls.
I sighed and lit up another cigarette. Slowly I got back to work, typing, collating, correcting, until by midnight the article was all done. I read it through once and nodded, pleased by my own efforts. The editors couldn't turn this one down, it was too topical, too relevant, altogether too contemporary.
"Oh boy, am I tired!" Gina walked into the room and let the door slam after herself. "That biology assignment required a lot of reading, a hell of a lot! But it's done, that's the main thing." She flopped down on her bed, so casual in her jeans yet so beautiful for all her careless tiredness. Black hair and blue eyes, small breasts, and an ass that jutted out as if she had a dash of Africa in her blood. Unkind women in my house had suggested Gina might have a little black blood in her. Unless one was blonde all over, that suspicion was ever-present. Gina denied it, of course, she was a good Louisiana girl. But to me it added something exotic to her appearance. Sometimes, when I looked at her, I felt a strange tingling sensation in my loins, a shameful yet delicious feeling that never failed to make me very wet.
"I've just finished this article," I said, motioning at the sheaf of paper. "If this doesn't get me on the paper, I'm going to drop out of school, I swear to it!"
"Don't be silly." Gina took one of my cigarettes and lit it up. "A woman has to get an education these days or else she's good only for housework. With an education you can pick and choose the men you want. Without one you've got to throw yourself at the first halfway decent one that comes your way." Having delivered this pearl of wisdom, she slipped out of her clothes and stood in front of the mirror to give her long black hair a hundred brushes. She puffed on her cigarette all the while and her eyes were out of focus, as if she were miles away. I gazed at her lissome, lightly tanned body and experienced those strange tingles again. I told myself I was merely overwrought but it was more than that. Gina was soft and sensual, her breasts invited one to touch them, to nuzzle those nipples and to tongue down along the smooth slope of her belly down to where that bird's nest of hair sprouted.
I wrenched myself away from her nakedness and got up to take off my own clothes. When the two of us were naked in the same room the tingles increased in number and strength to the point at which I hardly dared move for fear of squelching too loudly. My cunt dribbled slightly, a drop or two gliding down my inner thighs, and my embarrassment forced me to flee into the obscurity of my bed. There, hidden by sheets and blankets, my pussy could drool all it wanted. Gina seemed totally unaware of the emotional storm going on behind her. She went on brushing, smoking, and thinking, and with each motion of her hand her full buttocks quivered subtly, a fleshy, sensual ripple that made my pussy tighten convulsively. I raised my legs to make a tent out of the blankets, and, watching her covertly, I began to finger myself. This was the depth of depravity I told myself, jerking off over one's own roommate. But it made me feel so nice and warm all over that I really couldn't stop myself.
"Did Richard call you this evening?" asked Gina out of the blue.
"Yes, a few hours ago." I had trouble keeping my voice steady. My finger dipped in and out of my sopping-wet cunt while a knuckle chafed against the clitoris. Delicious ... delicious! I half-closed my eyes and observed Gina through my lashes. She turned around and absently stroked her breasts, put down her brush and walked over to the window to lean out and take in the night air. She seemed restless, tired but unable to settle down. I was glad because that gave me more time to look at her and adore her. Her body picked up the dim light so that her skin shone sensually, dark where the sun had tanned her, startling white where her bikini had been. She turned to me briefly and I saw that dark triangle of hair standing out against her white skin, and in that moment I found it impossible to breathe. My eyes bulged, my finger dug right into my cunt, and I came in the most sneaky, repressed way possible. I had to hold it in-but it was as though my body sprang a lot of tiny leaks through which my emotions found release.
She took another cigarette from my bedside table, dropped it, and bent down low to pick it up. By then she had her back to me and my eyes bored into the furry cleft bulging out between her thighs. Pink flesh showed through the darkness, and then a light beam caught something moist in between her full lips, a droplet of sweat perhaps ... or was she excited, too? I wanted to ask her and to offer myself for her personal relief. But fear swept through me and dried my pussy in an instant. What if she told other people? "You know Ellen, the vestal virgin?" she would say. "I know why she doesn't date boys. She-likes girls too much!" And then they would all laugh and say they'd known it all along. No, I couldn't take a chance. I had my future to think about. The college paper wouldn't even want to know me if that came out. A dike! Besides, I wasn't queer! I was just lonely!
I tried not to look at Gina as she kept pacing around the room. She was smoking intently, inhaling the vapors, keeping them down in her lungs for as long as she could. Finally I asked her what the matter was. She wouldn't answer. She sat down on the side of her bed and stared down at the floor.
"It's nothing, nothing at all." She shook her head impatiently. "I'd like to take you into my confidence but you'd only think it's silly."
"No, I won't. We're roommies, we can tell each other anything," I protested. I hoped Gina would second that sentiment because then I'd be able to confess to her that I wanted her to spend the night in my bed for one wild, curiosity-fulfilling session.
"Not stuff like this." She set her mouth and got into bed. "Goodnight, Ellen, I'll be all right in the morning." She turned off the light and that was it. I felt a terrific sense of disappointment. Something had been in the air and Gina had let it slide. Oh well ... there was the next day to worry about.
Only I couldn't turn her off the way she had turned off the light. My hands stayed glued to my groin, pushing, pinching, fingering, keeping my juices flowing and my blood on the boil. In the darkness I recaptured the beauty of her body, piecing her together until she stood before my mind's eye and showed off her ass, her pussy, her delicious little breasts, bending for me, pushing her loins out at me, salacious, solicitous, wanting only me! I let a groan slip and my finger pushed too hard into my cunt, so that a splashing noise made itself heard. I held my breath, scared that Gina had heard, hoping too, but she didn't respond one way or the other.
I masturbated until my cunt was red-raw and my nipples just didn't care anymore. At last sleep took over-but even in dreams I couldn't get too far away from my troubles! There was Gina, Richard, there was a road gang, the football team, the faculty, the Red Army, all of them lining up to make love to me brutally, interminably, using me the way men use livers or fists, fucking me until I was ragged, bleeding and limp. They degraded me and I loved it. I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face and only one desire, to crawl back into the dream and stay there.
CHAPTER TWO
Richard sat behind his desk in a cluttered cubicle and peered over his glasses when I entered. He was good looking in a regular way, square chin, keen blue eyes, and blonde hair that hung limply by the sides of his head, athletic, popular, and madly in love with me. Why, then, did he inspire only faint nausea in me?
"Hi, Ellen, got it all finished?" he asked as he got up out of his chair. He pulled a stool over for me to sit on and fetched us both a cup of coffee. I had to be crazy repelling Richard's advances, I told myself. He was handsome and faithful and one day he was bound to be a success. Not in journalism, perhaps, but certainly in politics. Richard was a catch! "Now then, let's take a look at it," he said.
I passed the manuscript over and waited as he read through it. I felt nervous but not because he was reading it. Richard would like it. The editor was the one who made me quiver inside. He was crude and rude, he didn't care about my blonde hair or anything else I had, all he wanted was to get his own way in everything.
"This is great stuff!" said Richard. He put the manuscript down and gazed at me adoringly. "Harry isn't in his office yet but as soon as he comes in I'll take it to him. I can talk him into giving you the job, Ellen, I really can, all you have to do is say you want it badly."
"I want the job badly, Richard," I said.
"How badly, Ellen." Those blue eyes gazed deep into mine and I knew that there was only one answer he wanted to hear. How badly? I asked myself that, too. Badly enough to surrender to him and let him do all that he wanted with me? Richard and I had been out on dates and his tender, loving caresses had turned me into a lump of ice. No, I couldn't stand for him to touch me!
"That's not fair," I said softly.
"I know it isn't." He stood up and paced about the tiny office, his hands in his pockets, his face screwed up in a frown. "And I'm sorry. Only I get so frustrated with you, Ellen! Nothing I do seems to have any effect on you! I've taken you out, romanced you, wined and dined you, I've begged and pleaded, I've even proposed marriage, yet all you do is refuse me. So I thought I'd be hardnosed about it, tit-for-tat, that sort of thing. But I guess I'm not the hardnosed type." He sat down heavily and gave me a hangdog look. He was sort of appealing and cuddly like that but my heart was still made of ice. Eventually he saw that I wasn't going to come across and then he sighed and made us more coffee.
"You're really a nice person and I don't know why I haven't fallen for you yet," I said. "Maybe it'll come later."
"And maybe not," he sulked.
"Maybe not." He irritated me all of a sudden. Such boyish tricks! Why didn't he take me into his arms and crush me against his chest, why didn't he bend me backward over his desk and thrust his big pulsing cock into my defenseless cunt! I crossed my legs hastily and asked if he had a cigarette.
Harry, the editor-in-chief of the college newspaper, came storming through the corridor, bellowing about the nuts and weirdos who worked for the paper and how they all ought to be fired and expelled from school. His voice was crass and hoarse, and just listening to him made me shiver. How could I face a brute like that? Richard seemed to feel the same way. But when the shouting and the door slamming had ceased he picked up the manuscript and went into Harry's office. He was there for about ten minutes when he came back with the news that Harry wanted to see me privately.
Harry's office was a pig sty. Papers, empty take-out food cartons, books, clothes, and a smell of underarms filled the place. He sat back in his chair with his cowboy boots on the table and scowled at me. I shivered again as I looked into his little pig eyes. He was coarse and spikey all over, hair that stood up and out like bristles, one thick eyebrow spanning his low forehead, and he hadn't shaved for a few days. He was big and solid and wore a plaid shirt made of old blankets by the look of it, old dirty jeans, and a red bandana about his neck or what there was of it. "Sit down." The command had me sitting before I knew what I was doing. "This stuff isn't bad." He threw the manuscript at me and folded his hands over his belly. "Bit short on talent and polish, but not bad. I could see your being a reporter for this paper. But talent alone isn't going to get you there."
"Then what is?" I asked and my voice quavered annoyingly.
"You'll have to suck some cock, baby," he sneered. I froze up but not like before. Before I'd been normal on the outside, cold on the inside. This time my outward coldness belied the hot fires that roared up in my loins. It was confusing, bewildering, but something in me responded to his coarse, lecherous proposition.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Suck some cock!" he bellowed. His voice must have reached every corner of the office and I cringed to think what Richard thought of that. He had asked me to do the same thing to him once at a drive-in movie after I had refused to make love with him. His face had been drawn and desperate, he had pleaded me to give him at least that satisfaction, but I had rejected him as though he had asked me to eat a raw fish.
When I didn't answer Harry, he got up and walked right at me. He undid the zip of his jeans and pulled out a cock the size of a child's arm, thick, brown, veined, with a heavy pink head dangling off the end of that rubber hose. Hair appeared through the opening of his fly and the smell of masculine sweat invaded my nostrils. I didn't know if I was going to throw up or faint, and I was surprised that neither happened. I sat there and stared at that big snake near my face.
"Come on, you stupid bitch!" snarled Harry. "Suck it and you'll improve your chances by a hundred-percent. Just open your mouth and let it in. That's not so bad, is it?" I kept my mouth closed but I couldn't look away from that horrible, beautiful vision. It was like something out of my fantasies only much more gruesome. "Ah Jesus Christ, open up!" He had lost all patience and with one hand he forced my mouth open, with the other he dropped his dick in. "And remember, if you bite it, I'll rip your head off!" he said harshly.
That registered with me. I sat there with a mouth full of cock and tried to think of what to do next. Calling Richard was out of the question, I couldn't make a sound. Harry had a handful of my hair and held my head in place forcefully. That left me with no alternative but to think about sucking him off. But how? I moved my lips and got a grunt of approval from Harry. His hand tightened on my hair and he moved my face forward, then back, very slowly and deliberately, and as my lips slithered along the smooth tube of his cock I felt it grow harder and thicker. That fire deep down in my belly grew hotter, I was sweating, especially between my legs, and yet I was thinking of Richard, too. Good old Richard, who'd make such a fine husband and father, who would cut off his dick before he raped me, was sitting in his office while another man made me suck his cock. I felt guilty and excited about that, I imagined him walking in and catching me at it, and in my imagination I saw him mistake my intentions. He became violent, he fought Harry and then got started on me, and somehow he got on top of me and my panties came off ... .
"You're the worst blow job in the history of the world, baby, but if you keep practicing you just might make me come," snarled Harry. His cock was half-hard now and cramming itself deep down into my mouth. I wanted to gag and run but I was helpless. As my fantasy unfolded I began to lick his cock more and suck on it from pure lust rather than obedience. Cocks filled my mind: Richard's cock so long and slender and rosy, standing up out of his pants with the light of the drive-in's screen illuminating it for me. And Harry's, thick and rough and far too big for my mouth, pushing down my throat with those smelly balls banging against my chin and his rough hair brushing into my face. Yes, lick it, suck it, caress that big ugly snake and kiss it and eat it and drain it! The fantasy took second place to Harry for a while, and during that time I gave his dick everything I had. I kept running my tongue around the large rubbery head and my mind ran around in circles, trapping the scene as it emerged from my instincts. Harry and Richard, squaring off, breathing heavily as they moved their feet so as to get the drop on each other. I lay on the floor, my dress crumpled up around my waist, my thighs shamefully exposed, my hair a mess. There was nothing I could do but watch these two brutes as they prepared to do battle for my hand ... or some other part of my anatomy.
"No, no, don't!" I pleaded, but they paid me no heed. Their eyes were locked together, their fingers flexed as they neared each other, and suddenly, mutually, they leaped! Hard muscular bodies thudded, growls erupted from their throats, their sweat splattered over my prostrate form. I felt my insides constrict as I took in their rippling biceps, thick thighs, the hair on their bodies. "Please, don't fight over me!"
The men had each other in a deadly grip but neither had the advantage over the other. They pushed and pulled, they grunted, strained, and all at once they crashed down onto the floor, right on top of me. My limpness gave way to fear as I fought to get out from under the warring men. They were crushing me, hurting me, they had it in their power to break my bones! Harry's rough, big cock dangled over my face, Richard's long pink one wasn't far away, and suddenly the danger no longer concerned me. Dicks, cocks, dorks, two big ones and all for me! My hungry mouth opened wide to accommodate one and then, as the other came nearer, I took it inside as well. They kept on fighting but with less ardor, as their passions were bent toward me.
"Oh baby, go ahead!" I heard Harry say, and not long after Richard moved in closer so as to drive most of his pink dick into my mouth. My facial muscles were stretched to the limit, the searing pain adding a peculiar sharpness to my ecstasy. Yes, this was it, eyes closed, breathing noisily through my nose, sucking, licking, spreading my spit over all that male flesh, giving my fantasy full rein so as to stoke the roaring fires in my loins. What a delicious sensation! My pussy quailed and shivered, contracting convulsively as the two men fucked my face. Even when the fantasy was, dissipated by Harry's urgent directions, my delight continued to expand.
"That's better, now you got it," he rasped, pushing his stalk down my throat. To my own surprise it didn't bother me that he had passed the gag zone. It was as though my throat had been made to encircle cock, and that Harry had at last given me a chance to discover this natural function. I grabbed the two rock-hard buttocks and dug my fingernails into them as if trying to provoke him into giving me more. He had no more to give. With slow, rhythmic motions he eased his glans in and out of my throat muscles, sighing, quiet now that I had taken him past his anger. "Yeeeaaahhhhhh!" he gasped. "Great head! Come on baby, play with yourself a bit, give me a thrill!"
I took one hand off his ass and let it slip in between my thighs. His suggestion had been a timely one, I needed something down there very badly. How I wished he would throw me over his dirty, cluttered desk and rape me, fill that burning hole between my thighs, stuff it full of cock once and for all, and then extinguish those feverish fires with a full load of sperm. But I had to make do. A solitary finger slipped in between the restless muscles, deeper, down where the juices slopped about in noisy squelches. Could he hear that? I hoped so. His balls slapped against my chin, he showered me with his sweat, my universe was made up of his smell and his flesh, and when he came it took the top of my head off! Hot sperm cascaded down my throat, backed up, overflowed, and burst out through my nostrils, salty essence of manhood, a rush of passion that had him grunting and fucking and grabbing hold of me as if he wanted to kill me.
For a long time after he kept moving his dick in and out, running it along my lips, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of the occasion while it lasted. I just sat there too exhausted to do anything but submit to his wiles. At last he pulled away and put his dick away. "Not bad." He sat down, lit a cigarette, and picked up my article. "Okay, I'll let you know about this tomorrow."
He didn't say another word to me. I cleaned up as best I could and rinsed my mouth with water from his cooler before I went out into Richard's space. He must have heard everything, yet he gave no sign of any emotion other than the usual adoration.
"Hi, how did it go?" he asked.
"So-so," I shrugged, all the while eyeing him curiously. What was he, deaf? But then he told me he'd had to run an errand while I'd had my interview so naturally he hadn't been able to eavesdrop. I heaved a sigh of relief. Still, a real man would know from my appearance that something had happened. All I could taste was sperm. I kept running my fingers through my hair to see if any of it was caught there. Richard said encouraging things to me as I worried, and when he asked me to go out to dinner with him that evening I agreed to simply because I couldn't think of a good excuse not to.
Once out of the building I cursed myself roundly. The last thing I wanted to do was spend the evening with Richard. I wanted to stay in my room all alone and think about the experience with Harry, spin it out and improve on it a little, and masturbate the hours away. Nothing that Richard had to offer could even come close to what my mind could conjure up. But I'd said I would and I didn't need any enemies at the school paper, not at this stage of my budding career.
Back in the room Gina was preparing to go out on yet another date. I was glad to see her but she acted quite curtly toward me. Her eyes wouldn't meet mine and she rushed through her chores as if she could hardly wait to get away from me. In a way that was all right by me. Her absence would give me a little time to myself.
As I stood in the middle of my room I considered the first move. Nothing had happened yet and already my ever-alert pussy grew moist and warm, tiny trickles of pleasure ran through my belly, and my breathing became more rapid. I let my eyes run over the familiar objects, taking in my side of the room, then Gina's ... very slowly, observing her rumpled bed, the discarded clothes, the untidy heaps of books and papers, the open drawers in her desk, and instinctively I moved toward her side to become more closely involved with her things. I didn't allow myself to think about this too deeply. Any thrill was a good thrill, and if it was derived from strange objects, what did it matter? Slowly, a little fearfully, I sat down on her unmade bed and breathed in deeply to savor her intimate smells. I knew her perfume well, violets, a little overpowering perhaps. My face moved down toward the sheets. My nose penetrated the sheen of violets down to the human odors, sweaty sleeps and impolite dribbles, the real Gina.
Against my will I moved toward the center of her bed, heading for the part where the mattress had collapsed somewhat from years of bearing the greatest weight. Unmistakably, the scent of pussy rose from the sheets, and I gulped it in with a sob of lust. Memories of the previous night came flooding back now, her nakedness, the drop of fluid suspended among dark pubic hairs, her soft plump ass and those dark nippled breasts, every part of her excited me and made me yearn for more. Thrill-seeking, I told myself, but it was hard to believe when every fiber in my body pulsed with desire for her.
I needed more, more! My clothes came off and I stood by the side of her bed trembling, one hand lodged between my legs to emerge with a finger redolent with my own fragrance. It matched hers. And when I tasted it I knew how it would be to taste Gina. I seized the panties she had cast aside when changing clothes, panties fresh from enveloping her full buttocks, the contours of her cunt, panties privy to the most secret of her secretions, and pushed them up to my nose shamelessly. Ah yes, yes, there it was, stifling, rich, earthy, the scent of a woman. When I closed my eyes I was easily able to pretend that I was lying between her legs and that her pussy pulsed an inch or so from my face. With a muffled groan I sank back down on her bed and held her panties pressed tightly against my face while my free hand moved down to my throbbing clitoris and tried to comfort it with rapid manipulation.
I came suddenly and violently, crying out as my emotions exploded in a rainbow of ecstasy; and then, just as suddenly, it was over. I felt hollow, remorseful, and I couldn't wait to get her panties away from me. I threw them where I'd found them, sort of made her bed so she wouldn't know I'd been in it, and hurried off to the showers.
A lot of the other coeds were preparing for a night out, apparently, because the shower room was filled with billowing clouds of steam, fragrant with soap and shampoo. I hung the towel up and took my soap over to the nearest stall, only to find it occupied. For some reason it shocked me to see a naked woman emerge from the steam, and the obtrusiveness of her breasts and that wet dark patch between her legs caused me to blush and turn away my eyes.
"Hi, Ellen," said the girl. "Got a date tonight?"
"Uh ... yes," I said, and such was my bewilderment that I thought for a moment that she was about to ask me out. I hopped under the hot shower and let the water cascade over my head as if that would clear my mind. With a lot of soap and scrubbing I eradicated all of the sweat and the smells of my solo passion, and with effort I turned my thoughts to my date, Richard. He was such a nice guy, perhaps I ought to give him the break he so richly deserved and let him have his way with me, I dried myself off and walked back to the room where I promptly opened the windows wide and let in fresh air to dispel the stale. Not long after I'd finished dressing a phone call from the lobby announced that Richard was waiting for me to come down. Naturally. Punctuality was just one of his many virtues. He looked clean and happy, dressed to the nines, and again I got that urge to punch him in the nose. This urge rose up in me at least once every time we met. I wanted to kick him, hit him, snap him out of his nice guy rut. But I never followed through, and as a result he opened the door for me, made sure I was securely seated in his car, closed it, and smiled at me as he rounded the headlights.
"I know this great little place," he said, starting the engine and pulling out of the dorm's driveway. Cars were coming and going like planes at a busy airport, each one bearing a woman in the passenger seat and a smiling, clean guy in the driver's seat. I didn't know if I was bored or tired. "It's got terrific food and the woman who runs it is a real earth mother. You'll love it, Ellen, it's a sensualist's delight."
"Is that why I'll love it?"
"You're a very sensual person," he assured me. "I can tell by the way you dress and move, and by the way you wear your hair." Wasn't he the sensitive little fellow, I sneered to myself. Unwittingly my thoughts strayed to the meeting I'd had with Harry, the big hairy slob with his evil tongue and grabbing hands. I shivered and focused on something else. If only Richard knew about the kinds of things that really turned me on! He'd throw me out of his car while it was still moving.
Much to my surprise the dinner was a success. Food and wine took my mind off my sub-navel troubles, and the dim lights made it easier to forget what a clean-cut fellow my date was. Perhaps it was the wine more than anything else. In any case, when Richard suggested we go look at the scenery at some well-known lover's lane, I didn't object. It would be wiser to stay away from my room until Gina was asleep in any case, the day had brought enough confrontations.
Richard parked the car off a narrow dirt road that wound down to a small lake. A lot of cars were stuck among the trees and shrubs, and since we were all there with one purpose in mind, no one took notice of anyone else. He turned on the radio, soft music, fresh night air creeping in through the partially-opened windows, and the wine still had my head buzzing most pleasantly. Richard snuggled up to me, approaching me as if I was the mother and he was a guilty child. His head came to rest on my shoulder and one of his hands came in contact with one of mine. "It's been a wonderful evening," he murmured.
"Yes," I said, and my voice was softer than I'd wanted it to be. He snuggled some more, and at that point the effects of the food and wine gave way to that all too familiar coldness. He wanted me to be the strong one, the seducer, and I just couldn't get involved with that! If only he would understand that we might get someplace. I bit my lip and tried to fight down the rising anger but Richard kept on snuggling and pushing his face against my shoulder, making boyish noises of pleasure.
"C'mon Ellen, let's play," he said. "Did ya ever play house? Let's do that, let's play house, I'll be the daddy and you be the mummy, okay?"
"What!" He sounded like a five-year-old and I could hardly believe my ears. "Are you kidding?"
"Aw please, pretty please," he pleaded, embracing me and burying his face between my breasts.
I couldn't help myself. The anger built up too quickly and exploded to make me push him away and say: "Oh God, Harry, where are you when I need you?"
"Harry?" He talked in his normal tone of voice now and stared at me. "What happened between you two today? Did he touch you? Why would you want him instead of me?"
"Because he's a man and you're a boy!" I snapped.
He had no defense. like a whipped dog he sank against his door and buried his face in his hands. I felt very sorry for him but more disgusted, and was on the point of telling him to take me home when I recalled that Gina was there and that I still wasn't up to seeing her. There was no chance then but to stick it out here in lover's lane, to make the time pass amusingly somehow.
"Don't sulk," I said, feeling infinitely superior to him now. "Come here and give me a smile. That's the boy, smile for mama." He crept over to me and allowed me to hug him. He was mine to do with as I pleased, I could start him and I could stop him, so why not take advantage? A tingle ran through my loins. Why not indeed? With my free hand I caressed his shoulders, his back, and reached down to his ass which I squeezed and found remarkably squeezable.
I caressed his chest, undid a few buttons and got through to the soft smooth skin. No hair there. His nipples seemed to stiffen to the touch and it was possible to pretend that he had tiny breasts. Richard sat forward so that the flesh there was relaxed as if he wanted to give me a good feel. He lifted his face to me so I could kiss him gently but other than that he didn't interfere with my quest. Passive and happy to be passive, he allowed me to explore his chest and stomach, and certainly didn't flinch when I undid his belt to go even further.
My pulses raced as I opened his pants and slid my hand down under his briefs to get at his manhood. He was half-hard and I felt it grow as soon as my hand surrounded it. Blood throbbed in the heavy veins, inflating it, stretching it, making it thick and smooth. Heavy balls dangled below and his pubic hair was sparse and soft. My desire grew with every inch gained, and suddenly I wanted to see and feel all of him.
"Take all your clothes off," I commanded. Richard said nothing but I could tell he was delighted to strip. In the awkward confines of the front seat he managed to get his gear off in record time and promptly collapsed into my arms again. Pink and smooth and mother-naked, he was like a girl with a cock. Not a very big one at that, more like a toy cock. I held Richard in my arms and stroked his cock with the tips of my fingers, then encircled it with all five fingers and caressed it until his body moved up and down and his breathing became too intense. I didn't want him to come, I only wanted him to remain within my power.
For long minutes I stroked the very tops of his thighs, running the cutting edges of my fingernails along his hairy skin, plucking those soft little hairs teasingly, or squeezing his muscular flesh by the handful. He writhed about and moaned softly, his arms lying limply by his side. A study in passive acceptance. The nearer my fingers came to his ass-hole the more heavily he breathed, and when I finally let one fingertip touch down on those soft sphincters he let out a high sigh and his cock bobbed up stiffly.
He became especially excited when I leaned over him and my hair brushed his loins. I knew he expected a blow job but I didn't want to gratify him, I just wanted to use him. Still, that short, thick pink cock looked awfully enticing. My index finger still traced the outline of his ass-hole, causing his legs to spread and pull back a little so as to give me complete access to his body. And just as I gave in to his tempting cock that finger pushed down hard and entered his ass. Only the top joint of my index went in but the sound he made gave the impression that he had been gored by a bull. The sphincters gripped very tightly, a virgin ass-hole no doubt, anxious, protective, and yet he wanted more.
He tried to cop a feel for some reason but I rejected his hand and he seemed far from unhappy about that. My finger pushed back and forth, working the anxious muscles open so that more could penetrate. The second joint was in there now and the rest was following. It was warm and damp in there, a thick ring of elastic muscle followed by a soft billow of tissue. I noticed that when I crooked the top joint he became especially jumpy, so I kept doing that while my tongue ran back and forth along the length of his cock. At one point I almost blew it in more ways than one by getting him too excited and not paying enough attention. Just in the nick of time I managed to take off the erotic pressure and to give him a breather. That's when I learned that the aggressor has to keep a fairly cool head. I had been enjoying the taste of his cock and the inside of his body so much that I had overlooked the suddenly frantic motions of his hips. Richard wasn't too happy when I refused to take him all the way but I soon made him forget that. I took his cock all the way into my mouth and found him a lot easier to accommodate than Harry. Harry, the brute, with his big plunging cock, had nearly choked me.
Richard was, by comparison, a truffle, a delicacy to be sucked and savored after dinner.
A second finger joined the first, eliciting a groan of pain that died away as a moan of pleasure. Richard was putty in my hands, and for the first time in my life I experienced a rush of power. I could make him come, I could make him frustrated, it was my choice.
His pleasure became my pleasure. My nipples were hard and my cunt flowed over but nothing stimulated me except the sounds and reactions he came out with. When his body shook and jerked I felt my pussy echo those sentiments, and when he quailed I felt my chest swell with a fierce pride and lust. I fingered him harder and sucked him harder, working up to a pitch at which he seemed sure to blow-and then, with a cruelty that thrilled me, I drew my fingers out, let his cock flop back on his belly, and ordered him to lick my fingers clean.
"Look at that, they smell like shit!" I said.
"Don't stop now!" he pleaded.
"Lick my fingers!"
His trembling hands seized mine and he brought the fingers to his mouth, hesitated for a second, then sucked on them while his body went through all sorts of frustrated contortions. He wanted to be brought off so badly that I almost felt sorry for him. But I loved to see him grovel and clean my fingers, and I kept him at it until he had cooled down a bit and I was sure he knew who was in charge.
"Now bring yourself off," I said curtly. He looked at me as if he didn't understand so I repeated the command until he took hold of his cock and started to jerk off rhythmically.
"Take off your panties," he said shyly, "and give me something to get off over."
"Just keep on doing what you're doing." I watched him as he stroked his cock expertly but I wouldn't give in to his wishes. I found a cigarette in my hand bag and smoked it slowly. Richard seemed to be prolonging his flogging for as long as possible and that was fine with me. I had masturbated so often that it was a treat to see another human being go through similar motions. He closed his eyes the way I did and dreamed of situations out of his reach, varying the speed of his jerking-harder when the fantasy grew feeble, slower when it became overpowering. And finally it got too much for him, his fist gave a couple of quick, hard jerks, and the sperm blew out, arched through the air and splattered down on his belly, one thick dollop after another, until every last drop was part of the big puddle about his navel.
"That was wonderful, Ellen," he said. With a kleenex he mopped the puddle up and put his clothes back on. "This has been the greatest evening of my whole life." That boyish tone was still there, irritating me but apparently part of our relationship now.
"You like that, huh?" I shook my head and flicked the cigarette out of the window. "Well, I hope you enjoyed it because it's the last time for me."
"I know you don't mean that." He was too happy to take me seriously so I asked him to drive me back to the dorm. What a relief to get out of that spermy automobile I I waved goodbye to him and stood there in the night air for a few minutes, breathing deeply and working up the courage to face Gina. I worried that she had noticed her panties had been moved from one spot to another, or that her bed was strangely rumpled. But then I told myself that was needless, she was such a slob that such fine details never entered her existence.
Thus strengthened I walked up the stairs to my room. My only hope was that she would be asleep with the lights out so I could sneak by her and crawl into my own bed. I felt sure I'd be all right, given a night's respite.
That was too much to hope for. Gina was asleep but the lights were on. Her bed was a total mess, she was stark-naked, and clutched in her hand was a vibrator.
CHAPTER THREE
I stood there for a minute, unsure of what to do next, and it was during this time that she woke up. She blinked up at the light, spotted me, and her first reflex was to try to hide her vibrator. But then she realized I'd seen it, so she relaxed, shrugged, and groped about in the mess on her bedside table for her cigarettes.
"Feeling lonely tonight?" I said lightly.
"I guess so." She offered me a cigarette and we both smoked for the sake of giving each other time to sort out our thoughts. My belly churned with fresh excitement, a strong lust mixed in with a kind of psychic knowledge of big things to come. There was something about her demeanor, furthermore, that suggested she was in real need. And that kind of need couldn't be taken care of with a mere vibrator.
"What happened to all your boyfriends this evening?"
"All of them?" she repeated. "I wondered about that. . . they seem to come and go so fast. Do you think there's something peculiar about that? I mean, I know most of the eligible guys on campus and I haven't had to chase any of them. But after a couple of dates they fade out."
"How could that be? Don't you give them what they want?"
"On the contrary." She smiled wanly and took a long draw on her cigarette. "I think I give them too much."
She pulled the sheet over her legs until it came to her waist, and then half-turned toward me and leaned on one elbow. Her breasts remained shapely and firm but they bunched together so as to make her flesh seem fuller and richer. My fingers itched to caress her there, to sample her softness. Instead I drew my chair up to the side of her bed and paid attention, since she was obviously in a mood to talk.
"It's hard to know how to behave," Gina went on. "You know how it is, everyone tells you to keep your legs locked until you're eighteen and then you're in college and everyone tells you to let it all hang out. For the past year I've been letting it hang out but for all the good it's done me I might as well have kept it to myself."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, the first time a guy made love to me I thought it was great. I didn't have any virginal troubles, I just loved it from the first thrust. The guy wasn't so terrific, a routine lay so to speak, but I loved the sensation of a big hard cock entering my body, of a hard muscular body crushing mine, the sweat and the panting, everything! And since I loved it so much I didn't see any point in being coy about dealing it out, either. And that's where I ran into trouble. I'd date a guy once, he'd put it to me, and the next day his buddy would sidle up to me and we'd go out to do the same thing. I still love screwing, Ellen, but I'm sure getting tired of men."
"But they're giving you what you want, aren't they?"
"Yes and no. Some nights I strike it lucky with a guy who is actually concerned about me, but most of the time they're done before I'm even warmed up. And most of them prefer to be blown, anyway." She sighed deeply and lit another cigarette. I had trouble concealing my surprise. There I'd been thinking how happy Gina was, how popular and experienced, and all the while she'd been unhappy.
"You're a lot smarter than me," said Gina after a long pause. "You let them fight over you and then you give the winner nothing. People around campus are calling you a vestal virgin but
I don't think that's an insult. You're better off hanging on to it until you meet some guy you can trust, believe me."
"Yeah, well ... " I sighed. We were both getting pretty gloomy and to cheer us up I brought out a bottle of wine that I'd been keeping under my bed for a long, boring evening. It was white wine and warm, but we didn't care. Once the cork was out of it we passed the bottle back and forth, and within minutes the troubles didn't seem quite so pressing. "I really do want to lose it," I confided, "but every time I come close I freeze up. Just can't give it away! Somebody's going to have to take it or I'll be stuck with it for the rest of my life."
"It can't be as bad as all that. All you have to do is close your eyes and count to ten, and it'll be out of the way for good. Find somebody innocuous-like that guy Richard, you could get him hard, sit on it, and hey presto, you're a woman!" We giggled and drank some more. But while my head felt lighter the buzzing and throbbing in my belly became heavier. The sheet had slipped down to her thighs again and the hairy bush sprouted thickly between her rich fleshy legs. When she laughed hard she drew one of her legs back and then I was granted a glimpse of a roll of flesh, long and slender, marking the entrance to her body. I longed to go down on her, to breathe in her scent first-hand, to taste her succulence. The wine made me unable to hide it from myself any longer. I wanted her like I had never wanted a man.
"God, it's getting hot in here," I said, and with that I undid the buttons of my blouse and removed it. Usually I was very neat about folding my clothes and putting them away, but on that occasion I simply flung it over my shoulder. Gina cheered and held up the bottle, saying to take it all off, and I proceeded to do just that.
I began to wonder how to go about seducing her. The bottle of wine was emptying all too rapidly and time was growing short. Gina gave me no hints at all. It was as if she was unaware of the sudden intimacy between us. I couldn't go another night without loving her, I thought, let stand another day of suspense. It had to be now! But how? She was my pal, my buddy, and buddies don't make out. Had I been more experienced at this I might have been able to seize onto something she said and built on that. As it was I grew more and more tongue-tied.
The bottle was empty, Gina was yawning, and the clock indicated that I'd be falling asleep during my classes if I didn't hit the sack at once. But I couldn't budge! I felt like a dog begging mutely for his dinner.
"Oh boy, I'm tired!" exclaimed Gina. "That wine made me very drowsy. And look at you, you're about to drop into a coma!"
"No, not me, I'm all right," I protested.
"Yeah, sure. Well, you go study then, but I'm going to sleep." I had no choice but to trudge off to bed. She turned off her light and silence reigned. I couldn't even masturbate, it seemed so pointless next to the idea of making love with
Gina. I listened to her regular breathing and cursed her for being so blind. But just as I had given up all hope and had resigned myself to a miserable night all by myself, I heard the rustle of her blankets the padding of bare feet, and the warmth of her body as she slipped into bed with me.
"Do you mind? Say you don't mind. I can't sleep alone, Ellen, it's so lonely and awful. Hold me, don't think I'm strange, I just need a friend right now." She sounded close to crying and with a surge of relief and bliss I embraced her and pulled her close to me. Our naked bodies fit together very well. I felt her hard nipples press into my tits, felt her pubic hair chafe against my belly, and somehow our legs became intertwined so that my thigh pressed into her cunt and hers into mine. At first we pretended that this was just an accident, and neither of us moved or nudged. But as our embrace grew more torrid our movements grew more overt.
"This is so nice," I murmured. "Did you want this to happen, Gina?"
"No ... yes ... I don't know." She buried her head in my shoulder and clung to me as if waiting for me to take over. That was a switch. It was normally Gina who initiated things and dragged me along in her wake. In bed so much changed. I took her face between my hands and raised it so I could kiss her. She was shy, reluctant, at first, but as our lips met and merged she loosened up and even began to kiss me back. My pussy throbbed uncontrollably now and I pushed it down hard on her thigh. The wetness of it must have alerted her. She began to grind her thigh up against me, titillating my clitoris to the point of bursting, and I kissed her all the more fervently. My tongue pressed past her lips and invaded her warm, wet mouth, licking at her teeth and palate before finding her tongue and entwining with it.
Gina moved into the lower position, allowing me to dominate her the way her male friends did, and I took advantage of that by sliding down along her body until my mouth found her luscious tits. There they were, within reach at last. Both hands took hold of those swelling mounds and the tip of my tongue described fine circles about the large nipples, licking, teasing, making them hard as bullets before my lips closed around one of them and drew it back as far as it would go. My hands squeezed and fondled, working her up just as I'd like to have been worked-up.
I manipulated her quite deliberately now, leaving my own passion to take care of itself. The gyrations of Gina's lissome body, her excited cries, and the sudden tight hugs she gave me, were all I needed to keep me going. I licked and sucked her tits, nibbled on her nipples, gathered and pressed her flesh, toiling over her tits until her hips were moving frantically up and down as if to signal me to come on down. Still taking my time, teasing her, drawing out the experience, I started to lick the lower part of her breasts, down to her belly only to stop at her navel. My tongue insinuated itself into that tiny hollow and worked round and round as though I'd already arrived at her pussy.
Gina didn't seem to know whether to come or go. She squirmed and moaned, tried to push my face further down, relaxed and enjoyed the navel lapping for a moment, then resumed her quest to get me in between her legs. Her body made fucking motions and the brush of her pubic mound pushed hard against my chest. I clung to her rounded hips and savored every excruciating second of the self-imposed delay.
But she tricked me. Suddenly she pushed herself back along the sheets and I fell face forward into her hot, dripping snatch. Her legs opened wide and closed around my head, her hands came to rest on the top of my head and held me firmly in place. And I could only surrender. The moment had come and I was coming. This was it! My pussy felt as though it spilled hot lava, I was trembling violently, sucking air through the rolls of her flesh and the bush of hair, desperately trying to ride out the waves of passion that clashed inside me. The wonderful world of cunt! Oh yes, this was for me! She reeked of bath oil and piss and olives, her juices slathered about my mouth and face, and her restless jerking motions made her slippery inner flesh glide along my mouth and nose so as to make us both mad with passion.
I took this facial rape as long as I could, but then, with the forerunners of my desire satisfied, I decided to introduce a little method into this madness. I wrenched her legs apart and freed my head from the fleshy vise of her thighs. Then, using both thumbs, I unpeeled her cunt so that the pink innards bulged out and at me, and with the very tip of my tongue I began to roam about in there. Gina tried to force herself upon me again but I made it very clear that she wasn't to interfere. From then on she lay back meekly and took what I had to deal out, waxing and waning with orgasms.
Pink flaps of skin, white flecks of passion juice, a hard little knob hiding under a tuck of flesh, and that generous opening to her body which, free as it was could still pinch down around my roving tongue, all this I explored in fine detail. Time stood still. All I cared about was her pussy and how it worked. It fascinated me to see what turned her on and what left her cold. Her clitoris was very sensitive, just like mine, but her ass-hole was not much less so. All I had to do was run my tongue along her anus and she was off into convulsions of ecstasy. I pushed a thumb deep into her cunt and slipped a finger up her ass-hole to tweak the partition of tissue, and she was off and running, just like a wind-up doll. It was so easy to make her happy! A cock didn't even come into it. She came and came, yelled, squirmed, dug her fingernails into my flesh, bit the pillow to stop from screaming, and all because I knew which buttons to push.
And what about somebody pushing my buttons ! It dawned on me that so far I'd been reducing everyone else to ecstasy while they had lain back and let me go to it.
I rolled away from Gina, keeping a solitary finger at her pussy to stimulate her clit and finger-fuck her off and on, just keeping her on the boil so to speak. She went on soaking up pleasure like a sponge, unaware of my needs, let alone the sudden depression that had come over me. I felt so tired suddenly. It was too much effort to move that finger along her wet slit. I let her down gently and rolled over to go to sleep, whether she liked it or not.
"Are you tired already?" she said plaintively.
"I'm dead."
"Don't go to sleep yet, Ellen, it's so enjoyable being with you. You know what? You've made me feel better than any of the men I've known, and that's the truth." That made me sit up and stare at her. "Don't you believe me? I've never come as much or as beautifully as I have tonight. It's like a new world has been opened to me! You know exactly what I need. Oh Ellen, I love you. Don't say I'm being silly, I really do love you." She threw herself on me and wrapped her arms about me tightly, repeating that she loved me over and over, until I had to believe it.
I'd. had a long hard day and I told her that if she really loved me she'd let me get some sleep. She snuggled right up to me and in that position we drifted off. In fact, when we came to next morning she was still pressed in close to me, and for the first time I knew what a delight it was to share one's bed with another person. Even if that person happened to be of the same sex.
I returned to Harry's office in the morning. With all that had happened to me in the past twenty-four hours I had forgotten to worry about his decision, and when I waited for him to see me I hardly thought he could refuse my article. Not after what he had made me do. Richard sat behind his desk and looked at me with big puppy-dog eyes, hoping for more favors however small. I could hardly bring myself to speak to him. All I wanted to talk about was my article, its acceptance, and my future with the college paper.
Harry had other things on his mind. "Did you go out with that wimp last night?" he demanded as soon as I entered his dump.
"Yes, what of it?"
"Wow, baby, you'll do anything to get this piece of shit published! Well, listen, I admire your drive and all that, but I still haven't made up my mind." He looked at me expectantly.
"What more do you want from me?" My impatience got the better of me. After all, I told myself, this was only a college newspaper, not the New York Goddamn Times!
"What do I want?" His face took on a thoughtful expression and he rubbed his stubbly chin. "I want you to strip and lay down on the floor-right now."
"Why should I?"
"So you'll get your article in the paper." I hesitated. "With a byline."
"Okay, but this is the last time!" I said. He shrugged. What persuaded me was his brute appeal. He was capable of doing anything, even taking me by force. I wanted him to rape me and to push me past this threshold of fear, even though I was terrified that he would do just that. Such a blend of emotions swept through me that I thought I was going to throw up. But I collected myself and started undoing the buttons of my blouse again. Harry put his feet up on his desk, lit up a smelly cigar stub, and looked on from below beetling eyebrows. He was a repulsive man, I reflected, or would be in later years. At his age he at least had virility to mitigate his coarse features and rawboned body.
"Come on, come on," he snapped. "I'm not even getting a fat cock out of this performance. Put a bit of zip into it!"
I ignored him and went on taking off my clothes as if I were alone in my room. And when my panties came off I stood in front of his desk and asked him what was next. He pointed at the floor and I lay down. Only then did he move from behind the desk. His hands went to his fly, he chewed on the cigar stub, and stood towering over me, looking for all the world as if he was about to take a leak. I flinched at the very idea.
He took his cock out, hard and big, and enclosed it with his fist. His eyes wandered up and down my body as he beat off and I felt very uncomfortable. There was nothing personal about this situation, I might as well have been a centerfold. He whacked off over my nipples, then, as their appeal waned, over my thighs, and when he couldn't see enough to satisfy himself, he got down on his knees and bent over so his face was just inches from my various parts. One of his hands moved one leg further apart from the other, brushing my pubic hair out of the way and opening the slit a little so he could get a flash of pink.
"Not bad," he grunted, applying his fist with more ardor. "You've got a great body, baby. Maybe you want a job here as a secretary. It doesn't pay much but all you have to do is put out for me and a few of my aces."
"I want to be an ace," I said firmly.
"Shut up, don't talk," he snapped. "Turn over on your belly."
I did as I was told, resting my head on folded arms and exposing my ass to him and his whims. It was a little frightening but also a little stimulating. After all, he had it in his power now to do anything he wanted to. For all I knew he was jerking off over my insteps ... or my ass-hole! His hands parted my cheeks so far that my anus was stretched to the limit. Was he about to rape me back there? I hoped so just as fervently as I hoped not. The steady swish of his beating fist continued. "Turn back over," he ordered, and when I did I found his big cock pointing right at my face. That single eye stared at me menacingly, flexing as his fist labored back and forth, big balls dangling, and the color of his cock was dark brown except for the purple knob. That knob came closer and closer. He straddled my head with his knees and now that fat glans was a fraction of an inch away from my face. I stared at it in fear, as though it were a gun rather than a cock.
"What will you do?" I heard myself quaver. "Shut up!" He sounded very tense, his face was flushing deeply and he grunted with each stroke. I wanted to flee, scream, bat his dick aside, but my body refused to obey my brain's commands. I lay there and stared at his fat cock, afraid, expectant, tuning into his rhythm and following it beat by beat, tingling from head to toe, egging him on in the darkest recesses of my mind. His muscles tensed, he hunched over, his fist was a blur and suddenly out squirted a tracer bullet of sperm, soon followed by a rain of the hot, salty fluid. Its soapy smell suffused my nostrils, thick drops fell on my lips, my nose and my eyelids, and unconsciously I licked up what I could get at, to swallow it and savor the flavor. Harry didn't stop beating off until the total contents of his balls had been deposited on my face, then he got up abruptly and went back to work.
I found it hard to recollect myself. The warm fluid formed patches all over my face, his behavior had been most confusing, and I was on the brink of pleasure but not close enough to it to take myself over. Eventually I got up, wiped my face clean with tissues, and got dressed again. Harry seemed absorbed in his work.
"You'll publish my article then?" I said, only to confirm matters.
"What?" He looked up, irritation in his eyes. "No, I don't think so. There's a big difference between a reporter and a slut, you know." He tossed the article back at me and went on working. My temper flared up like a gusher. Before I had a moment to think about it I had seized a walking stick standing nearby, and with one swipe I knocked Harry out of his chair. He was hurt but not seriously. He just couldn't believe I had hit him. He was about to get up to retaliate when I let him have it again, thwacking that stick against his head and working my anger out in a most satisfactory way. The last swing got him where it hurt because he sank back down on his knees, paused a moment, and crashed face down on the floor.
I made sure that his pulse was still in progress right away. Some blood trickled from behind his ear but other than that he was fine. The burning desire to avenge myself hadn't been quenched, far from it. I used anything I could lay my hands on to tie and tape his arms behind his back, string, filament tape, electric wire, binding him so securely that it would take the fire brigade to cut him loose. I made up a gag from his handkerchief and some rag for later. Then, helping myself to his cigarettes and coffee, I made myself at home and waited for him to come around.
"What happened!" he groaned. "Hey, who tied me up. Let me loose, bitch! Have you gone crazy?"
"Yes, I have," I said sweetly. I went over to him carrying a razor blade and he became very still suddenly. He shook his head and protested feebly when I brought the razor close to his lap, but all I wanted to do was cut his pants up a little. In fact, I wanted to slice them from top to bottom. He was pale and shaken when I was done, and submitted meekly to my tying the gag on.
What fun to cut his clothes to ribbons! I stripped him clean and covered the floor of his office with the scraps. When he saw that I wasn't about to cut him up personally he tried to get smart, struggling to get out of his bonds and kicking at me. But a tiny knick in one of his fingers stopped him short.
"I'll show you not to fuck with me," I said. "You think you can push people around just because you're the editor of this crummy college paper but you have to learn you're a big fish in a tiny pond. You use people and now you're going to be used."
I grabbed hold of his cock and started to jerk it off the way I had seen him do it, up and down with a steady rhythm. That relaxed him a lot, and within a minute or so he managed to get it up again. My mind was made up, I was going to fuck this man on my terms. My clothes came off, I worked my clitoris with one finger to get my pussy wet while my other hand kept pumping his cock so it'd stay good and hard.
I squatted over his lap and brought his thick tool up to a point directly at my cunt's entrance. Any second now! I could hardly breathe, it was hard to think straight, but I managed to bring the fat knob of his dick into contact with the yielding flesh of my cunt. My muscles tightened spasmically and the juices dried up suddenly but I kept thrusting down, bringing my orifice and his cock together with increasing force. Harry grimaced in pain. I didn't care. All I wanted was to pop my hymen!
It wouldn't go in. I looked wildly about the office until I spotted a jar of vaseline. I smeared some on his dick and rubbed it all over my pussy, and tried again. My desperation was getting the better of me. I heard someone knocking on Harry's office door, the phone was ringing as well, and it was only a matter of time before we were interrupted for good, it had to be now or never! I reached down to his freshly greased cock, held it upright, and slammed my ass down over it. His cock penetrated but it got the wrong hole!
I nearly cried with frustration. An inch of cock was securely lodged in my body but I was as much a virgin as ever. Harry took advantage of my confusion to stab it in deeper and it hurt but the hurt was pleasant. I didn't know what to do. He lay on the ground below me, his hips thumping his dick deeper and deeper into my ass-hole, and I liked it but it wasn't part of the plan! The knocking grew louder, the phone wouldn't stop ringing, and Harry was fucking my distended anus with all his might. "No, no, stop, this isn't right!" I wailed. Tears welled up in my eyes, I felt myself crumbling under his attack, and all I could think was that I'd blown it once too often.
"Harry, what the fuck are you doing in there!" I recognized Richard's voice and groaned. "Are you okay? Mary, where's that spare key? Ah good, thanks a lot." The door opened, Harry came up my ass, and Richard stood there gaping down at us as if he'd seen a monster. "Ellen, no, it can't be ... he must be forcing you ... but ... " He saw that Harry was hardly in a position to force me, what with his hands tied behind his back, and with that his mouth fell shut and he walked out with his head hanging low. Harry sort of flipped me off and walked out of the office to return a minute later with his hands freed.
"You stupid bitch," he hissed. Behind him women were chortling over his nakedness, men were peering in through the door to check out mine, but that was secondary. He loomed before me like a crazed killer, hairy, powerful, and ready to mash his fist into my face. "Get out of here and don't ever darken these portals again!"
I was relieved to get off so lightly. He threw my clothes at me and I put them on in Richard's part of the office, hurrying in case he changed his mind. How unlucky could one person be, I asked myself.
The first stop was the dorm. I threw the article on my desk and tore my clothes off to rush into the showers. All the other girls were in class so I had the whole place to myself, and I gave myself the rinsing-out of a lifetime. His sperm had to be eradicated from my body, he disgusted me through and through, and I worked soapy fingers up my ass to make sure all of it came out. Then I scrubbed my body from head to toe, washed my hair, brushed my teeth, and only when I was squeaky-clean did I turn off the water. A nap was very therapeutic, too.
It was late in the afternoon before I felt ready to face the world again. Lazily I read through the article and found it very professional and informative. Harry wasn't the right man to run the college paper, I decided, but that wasn't my worry. The article was too good for a hokey rag like that anyway. I had to try for the big-time right off the bat. The only problem was the topic: it was too collegiate to make it in a city paper.
In other words, I had to find something more newsworthy or topical and write around it. But what? My life was lived out on this campus. I knew little else. Which reminded me that I hadn't attended classes in some time now, and would be failing everything unless I changed my ways. Perhaps that was the best course of action. I would do my homework, attend lectures, get good grades, and apply for a job once I had that sheepskin.
Gina interrupted my train of thought by bursting in and flinging her arms about my neck. "I'm so glad to see you again," she whispered, kissing my face. "I've missed you, can you believe that? I've actually missed you. That's never happened tome!"
"I've missed you, too," I said perfunctorily. The truth of the matter was that I didn't want to see her just yet. But she was so happy that I couldn't be nasty to her. I accepted her embraces and kisses, returned a few of them, and said nothing when she began to take off her clothes. She lay beside me, naked now, entreating me with her big eyes to make love to her again the way I had the previous night. If only she knew how distant that session seemed to me.
"Baby, I'm really preoccupied right now," I said.
"What do you mean?" She looked as though I had slapped her across the face.
"I've just had a really terrible day ... ." I couldn't go through with it, all the excuses dried up before I could utter them.
"Then let me make you feel all better," said Gina. She kissed me tenderly and caressed the outlines of my breasts, softly, slowly, insinuating herself into my life. I started to enjoy the attention. For once someone was doing something for me! But my pleasure was short-lived. She warmed me up, then lay back with her legs wide apart to indicate I could eat her now. "Do it again, my darling," she said throatily, "you do it so beautifully!"
There was a loud knocking on the door. I knew who it was before he came in. Another hurt soul. Richard walked in without anyone asking him to and took no notice of my naked roommate at first. "How could you do this to me'? " he said. "I thought we had an understanding."
"What understanding, and what did I do?" I said impatiently.
"What's he doing here?" asked Gina, clutching at me as if I was her mother-surrogate.
"Oh, I see," said Richard, focusing with difficulty on Gina, "you make it with her, too! Jesus, Ellen, have you no decency at all?"
The quarrel that ensued only involved me in part. Charges were hurled across the room, Gina made haste to cover her nakedness as if to spite the ogling Richard and Richard kept bringing Harry up as if to spite Gina. I faded out slowly once I realized it was pointless to be reasonable with them. Besides, I needed a break from everything and everyone I knew. It seemed as though my troubles were multiplying quite independently of me.
So I walked out of the room, out of the building, and off the campus toward the small town nearby. The walk settled me a little but whenever I tried to assess my position, my stomach grew tight again: knotted nerves imitating ulcers.
I needed a drink. The first bar to come into view was the one I selected for that purpose. It was a relief just to walk inside that alien environment. The lights were dim in the large lounge, a few people sat at the bar, watching a baseball game on TV, and when I took a stool near them, they just nodded and went on watching. Privacy in a public place, just what the doctor ordered.
The drink settled me and I turned my attention to the game as well. This was the life. Back in the fine points, Harry was in his office wielding power, people were locked into classrooms listen-room Gina and Richard were no doubt arguing to the buzzing voices of lecturers, and others were fretting over love, life, and lucre. But I perched on a high vinyl-seated stool by the side of a plastic bar and watched highly paid men on TV strike out. An occasional sip of my drink kept me at a pleasurable pitch. I had something to eat from the buffet, talked with a few of the bar flies, and it didn't even bother me when the large lounge area began to fill with thirsty customers. Most of them were men. A band took its place on a podium, some slick young guys began to move chairs and tables and stacks of T-shirts. Obviously there was going to be a lot of action at the bar that evening. But that was all right by me. Whatever life had to hand out, I was willing to take it.
CHAPTER FOUR
The first hint that an occasion was about to take place, came when a dozen girls trooped into the place and evoked a cheer from the crowd of men. Not long after one of the waiters came over to me and asked if I would care to be a contestant "In what?" I asked.
"Can't you read?" he retorted. "Look at that big banner over the bandstand. We're having a wet T-shirt contest and you're a cinch to win it as far as I'm concerned."
It took me a moment to digest this information, another moment to check out my rivals. Yes, I had a good chance ... but did I want to do it? I'd read about these contests and it seemed to me that women filled a rather stereotypical role in them. Ah, what the hell! I downed my drink and told him sure, I'd love to enter. He took my name and gave me instructions. These were simple enough: put the T-shirt on, get yourself wet, and move it!
The band struck up a driving beat, glasses were filled, the slick young guys got the girls lined up and handed out the T-shirts. The patrons began to pound the mugs on tables, chanting: "We want the girls, we want the girls!" I was in the line-up and exchanged nervous glances with the others. But at the same time I could sense that each of these girls was out to wow them and win first prize. I didn't give the prize much thought. A week in Puerto Rico was the last thing I needed. All I could think about was those guys, dozens of pairs of glowering, feverish eyes peering at me through the dimness of the bar. A shiver ran up and down my spine, cold, frightening, yet ever so exciting. It approximated my most brutish fantasies, all those animals straining at their leashes, with me tempting them, teasing them until they roared and broke free only to attack me savagely.
We contestants were all dressed in street clothes, jeans or dresses, secretarial garb to hanging-out gear, and we were sent to the ladies' room to take off our tops and replace them with the T-shirts. Each of us had a number, the order in which we would make our appearance, and since I had joined the contest last, I would be the last to tread the boards. That suited me. One of the other girls, who had been in these contests before, told me I was lucky to draw last place. "We've all done our thing and you've seen us do it, so whatever we've thought up you can use and you can go one better."
"That doesn't seem fair," I mused.
"Well, in a way it is, because it evens out the fact that the first contestants will be getting them horny, the middle ones will bring them close to coming, and you'll have to deal with the leftovers." She had clearly pondered every aspect of wet T-shirt contests.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please!" The host took the microphone over and addressed the patrons as if they were all his best friends. His opening speech contained a lot of questionable material and much innuendo, all of which the audience received as if they were his best friends. Well, maybe they were. What mattered to me was that the contest was on.
The band rocked and rolled and the first girl did a preliminary dance in her jeans and T-shirt. Her name was announced, then the next one came up, all the way down the line. When I went through the preamble the audience cheered most encouragingly. Suddenly every girl had a built-in applause meter. The first girl went back to the stage and the host came at her with a bottle of soda water. He pressed the nozzle and the water splashed all over the front of her T-shirt. The crowd went mad! Nipples showed through the flimsy material dark and prominent, and when she turned around, her tits shivered like two jello puddings, a sight that sent tiny thrills through my loins and big ones through the audience's collective loins. In her jeans and her wet T-shirt she managed to project sex to every corner of the room.
The next girl tried even harder. She bumped and ground, thrusting her pubic bone out at the men so hard as to make their tongues loll, pushing her big tits up with both hands as if offering free dinners. She was good. My chances seemed to diminish by the minute. The third girl must have felt the same way because she took off her jeans and danced around in her T-shirt and panties. Where would this end? The men yelled and stomped their appreciation, the host yelled "Aaawwww-riiiiite!! " and the band gave out a set of riffs that would have inspired the most jaded belly dancer this side of Suez.
"Look at her," snorted the girl waiting in line next to me. "She's acting like a bitch in heat. I don't care how great first prize is, you ain't gonna see me shoving my pussy into no man's mouth!" She was black and tall, a beautiful woman, but her tits were as tiny as her ass was big. I thought she'd be well-advised to slip off her slacks and let the men sample what she concealed in her panties, because those tits wouldn't move anybody. I couldn't tell her that, though. Surreptitiously I glanced down at my own beauties and felt a surge of pride. Wait till those guys got an eyeful of my uprights!
One by one the girls did their best to swing the voters over to their side. And one by one their acts got raunchier. The black girl next to me was totally disgusted. "Crazy bitches!" she commented. "They gonna be raped if they keep up with that shit! And they're asking for it, too. I'm gonna win this thing my own way, with class. Yeah!"
That was fine by me. I had every intention of pulling out all stops. At last it was her turn, and out she went, finger-popping, swinging her ass from side to side, jiggling her little tits. The man wetted her down, the band swung into action, and that girl proceeded to give lie to everything she had said. The bitch was shameless! Off came the T-shirt, and she danced in real close to the gawking, yelling males. Big nipples quivered just near their open mouths, she undulated and thrust her pubic bone out at them, she let out ecstatic little cries and bent over some of the patrons real low so they could cop quick feels. A bitch in heat indeed.
Tiny tits or no, that girl was winning them over. I found myself frowning and searching for alternative presentations as I watched her. Now her slacks came off, revealing long dark limbs, tiny panties, and ass aplenty! Big black cheeks bulging backward, firm as soccer balls, quivering with her every move, her enchanting cheeks were the kind that made me want to drag my tongue up and down the spit, to dig my fingers in and squeeze the night away. I suppressed these deviant thoughts and concentrated once more on the business at hand. She was giving them a hell of a show. Her hand moved in and out of her panties briefly, tantalizing them, taking their minds off her deficient little tits and bringing them right down between those firm, shiny black thighs. She danced and wiggled, crowing as she came too close to her captive audience. Hands pawed at her, men looked flushed, and the band kept on playing.
By the time she was done I didn't give myself a chance. She was the winner, everyone in the bar knew and so did the line-up of girls. They muttered slanderous comments about her among themselves, a sure sign that she was the favorite. When the black girl finished her act, the crowd gave out a roar, and they would have crowned her the winner right then and there if the host hadn't moved right along to me.
"And now, last but not least, Blondie!" he yelled, motioning the spotlight over to me. The black girl strutted by me and sneered as if to say that my chances were slim indeed. I'd show her. A grim determination overcame my stage fright. The band struck the first chord and I was off and running.
I started nice and easy, swaying as the host ran the cold soda water down my front, kneading my tits slowly while doing the first steps, and then, as the music built up, I started to give it to them but good! My burgeoning fantasies supplied the fuel and the inspiration: lewd eyes leering at me, devouring me, fastening on my nipples and crotch, all those potential rapists sitting there with their cocks twitching restlessly in straining undershorts. Little old me generating all that sexual energy merely by massaging my boobies and waggling my ass!
I timed it well. About midway through the song I stopped to take off my jeans and the crowd indicated it was already forgetting about the black girl. My panties, unfortunately, were the ordinary five-and-dime kind but I remedied that by snatching the soda water bottle from the host's hands and spraying the contents all over my pubic area and my ass, standing close to my audience. The pink, silky material grew transparent right away and the pubic bush was as clearly visible as my nipples. Shouts and whistles, cries of 'Go ahead, baby' and 'Take it off, sweetheart!' resounded. But I had some time left before making the ultimate move. I peeled off the wet T-shirt and threw it into the crowd. To the side of the bar was a large mirror and I caught a glimpse of myself, tits full and proud, my body shining-wet, panties clinging to the contours of my ass, and men, men, men all around me! I was a goddess!
The band was drawing to a close and that's when I made the ultimate move. Let the black bitch try to top this one, I thought as I pulled my panties down ever so slowly, shimmying out of them. The band promptly began an encore and the crowd was on its feet. "Give it to me ma-maaaa!" yelled the host. "Awwwrrriiiiite! Shake those buns!! "
And shake them I did. Being naked in the center of a crowd of men didn't phase me for a second. All my fantasies had led up to this one point. I felt as though I had been there often, flaunting it, offering it around, and now that I had realized the fantasy and strange hands brushed along my skin, I felt myself rising in a slow, glorious climax. My hands roamed freely over my body, squeezing my tits, running a naughty finger along the length of my cunt slit, I bent forward and exposed my orifices to the clamoring crowd, then danced away and covered the hairy area as if I'd suddenly been smitten by a fit of demureness. The crowd loved it.
"Go to it, baby! Sit on my face! Come see what I got for you!" The host was right up close to me, clinging to his microphone so he could make lewd comments to the crowd while he did his utmost to fondle me with his free hand. I dodged him and the others because I wanted showtime to go on forever.
"Here I am!" I cried out in my mind. "Take me, rape me, do with me as you will! Only hurry!" There wasn't a mind reader in the crowd. They ogled, they clutched at their roaring erections, but not a man came near me with anything good in the way of intentions. I turned my back to them and bent over, touching my toes without bending my knees, and a surge of passion ripped through me as I realized what I was doing. I was like a bitch in heat-no, worse, I was a wounded bitch in heat, lustful and vicious at the same time, demanding not a man but a gorilla! My hands went back to my ass cheeks and pulled them wide apart. The place was in an uproar and they were yelling for me to be named the winner.
I lay down on the floor and spread my legs wide. The moisture had to be dripping out of my cunt but they probably thought it was soda water. I bore down and made the pink flesh bulge out, I pulled the labia far apart and showed them the portals of heaven-and not one of those faggots flung himself upon me with unsheathed cock!! I was nearly crying with frustration but determined not to give up. Rolling over on my belly, I began to hump the floor, and heaven knows how far I would have gone if the show hadn't been interrupted.
"All right, all right, everybody back off!" I heard a harsh, authoritative voice yell. "Just keep your seats and keep quiet. You, get up and put some clothes on. The rest of you get dressed and go home. Not you, you come with us." The host and I were placed under arrest by two burly cops, and now, instead of being the host's favorite performer, I was the scapegoat.
"Stupid bitch, you'll probably cost me my liquor license!" he snapped as we were led off to the paddy wagon.
"Why, because I stripped?"
"No, because you permitted penetration! Don't you know the law? As soon as something, anything, enters your pussy, the place is in contradiction of the liquor licensing board's regulations. You were fingering yourself like a maniac and those cops saw it. I've had it!"
"Fingering myself?" I didn't remember doing that but when I sniffed the offending digit it certainly smelled a lot like me. I was tense, uneasy, my loins burned with unspent desire. Much as I tried to think logically about why we were in a paddy wagon, it was impossible to get past one central fact: that I was FRUSTRATED!! ! My jeans and T-shirt were cold and clammy, I wanted to go home and entice Gina into giving me the gratification I so sorely needed.
We were pushed into the station and the desk sergeants went through a lot of paperwork to make our debut official. The host was quick to collar someone who looked important, and explained that the incident had nothing to do with him, he was merely the owner of the place and he couldn't be held responsible for nymphomaniacs upsetting his clientele. The man seemed sympathetic, especially after the host had whispered words into his ear. I wasn't surprised to see the host get his release a little later, and to see him leave without one backward glance at me. It was a cruel world. One moment I was on top of it, adored by everyone ; the next I was on the bottom, crushed by it.
"You'll spend the night here in the precinct," said a powerfully-built matron, "and tomorrow morning we'll transfer you to the house of detention for women. You'll remain there until someone posts bond or your case comes up in court."
I couldn't contact my parents and I didn't want to bother anyone at college. Besides, a few days in jail would make a basis for a great expose! I could see the headlines already: Inside a Woman's Prison; Girl Reporter Blasts the Lid Off the Penal System! Not bad. I began to look around with more interest, noting details, faces, expressions, and pretty soon I had persuaded myself that this was a stroke of good fortune. By the end of my term I would know a lot about something other than life on campus.
The matron took me down to the showers and handed me a towel and a fresh set of prison clothing. It was nice to be warm and dry. When I was shown to my cell I felt quite content with the whole situation. The cell was empty but for me, even though the other cells seemed to hold more than their share of inmates. A few women were peering through the bars and when they saw the matron usher me into the empty cell, one of them yelled: "Hey Maggie, is that your supper?"
"Shut the fuck up," growled Maggie. The inmates laughed and a lot of other comments were exchanged, but they were all lost on me. I was busy taking mental notes. Four bunks to a cell, one small toilet exposed to the view of all who were inside or wandered by, graffiti scratched into the plaster, a small barred window too high up to do anyone any good, and rows of bars made up the scenery. It all seemed cruel and unusual to me.
My frustration had turned into tiredness, and as soon as I could, I undressed and crawled under the blankets. The other inmates had settled down to card games and gossip, a steady buzz of conversation that acted as a soporific on me. I dozed off gently, thinking about the bar and my act, about my article, about Gina and Richard, thoughts sliding by a viewing window that grew more and more opaque until sleep took over.
The dream I had was quite vivid. I was swimming in a lake, naked and alone. The water was warm and I swam as effortlessly as a fish. I dove deep, eyes wide open, and saw rare fish swim by just below the surface, big fish with goggling eyes and thick lips. They were anything but scared of me. In fact, one or two came over to me and began to nuzzle at my flesh, pressing those full lips against me so as to tickle me and frighten me a little. Did they have teeth? I couldn't see. But those nuzzling lips covered parts of my body that they shouldn't touch at all. Whatever prompted those fish to dip in between my legs? And why did my nipples attract them? I squirmed and giggled and tried to push them away but they were persistent. It was nice, though. I went back up to the surface and the big fish followed me, nipping and tickling, and they made me all hot and giggly. "No, don't, get away from me!" I cried, and the sound of my own voice woke me up.
It was dark but for a few night lights burning down the corridor. There wasn't a sound in the cell block. How come I felt so weird? My body was hot and tingly all over, it seemed especially sweaty between my legs ... and then I noticed the big lump under my blankets. I wasn't alone in bed! With a shriek I leaped out from under the covers and pressed up against the wall furthest from the invading monster. A head appeared and a woman's voice whispered: "Shut up, you little fool, and get back into bed. I won't eat you," she sniggered.
But who was she? I moved back toward the bed and strained my eyes to see through the dark. Ah, the matron, that explained everything. "You shouldn't be here!" I told her. She made an impatient sound and motioned for me to get my ass back into place. Should I? For a moment I felt positively coy. There she was, huddled under the blankets, waiting so that I would slide my pussy back into her face.
I couldn't do it! At least, not until I realized there was no choice involved. If I upset this lady she would make the time go hard for me. Better do as she says, I told myself. So I sat back down on the bed and lifted my legs onto it, and the matron's hands guided my feet as I made myself comfortable. Her mouth attached itself to my pussy and we were back to where we started. Nibbling, wet sounds, the occasional urge to giggle, and an over-all pleasantness suffused my body and rose until I felt deliciously pampered. At last here was a person willing to do for me!
And how she did it! Her tongue insinuated itself into every nook and cranny of my cunt, her fingers deftly played the clitoris and nipples, and all I had to do was lie there and take it. I couldn't think of anything nicer to do. My hands were folded behind my head, my body was stretched out in luxurious supineness, and all the while her tongue and fingers were working me over, generating new delights, setting me on fire.
My mind wandered back to the bar and all the intricate little ecstasies I had encountered during the contest. The fact that I had won it by popular acclaim mattered less than did the recurring images-the burning eyes, the restless cocks, the men shifting uneasily to make more room for their erections, and one guy who had pulled his hard dick out and jerked it openly when he was sure he had my attention. There had been so much sexual energy in the room that a detonator appropriately placed and set off could have triggered an explosion big enough to wipe out the county! And I had been at the very hub of it, creating it and being created by it. I shivered and snuggled in closer to the sucking, licking mouth between my legs. It could all have ended so differently if the police had had the decency to stay out of the bar!
My mind worked out the variations one after the other. I saw, as if flashed on a big screen, myself and an avalanche of men, me underneath struggling to survive, them teeming on top of me trying to penetrate any one of my orifices. And when the dust cleared there I was, sucking off a giant cock while a man rammed his dick into my ass and another made room for himself in my pussy, and others had guided my hands to their bobbing erections so I could jerk them off in unison. As many guys as could fit stood in a tight circle around me and jerked themselves off with a steady beat. Wherever I looked there were purple, tumescent knobs threatening to unleash a flood of sperm upon me, or hairy balls or deep chests, the smell of sweat and beer, everything so totally masculine that I felt like a pearl within an oyster.
But even as my fantasy unfolded, the matron kept drawing me back to the reality of her love-making. I wasn't the first one, that was easy to tell. Her tongue expertly flitted from my clit to my ass-hole, describing tight circles before pushing its way deep into my pussy, emerging only to start its rounds again. And her hands massaged my tits exquisitely, pinching the nipples, digging the edges of her fingernails in, just when I needed a sharp sensation to offset all that sweetnessmauling and kneading until I was near to screaming with ecstasy.
I controlled myself as well as I could but she brought one of her hands down to my pussy and shoved a couple of fingers up it, and that did it. "AAAAAAAAAWWWWWOOOOOOOOOHHH-HHHHHHI!" I yelled, twisting and turning in the narrow cot. "NOOOO, NOOOOOOHHHH, OOOOOOOOWWWWWWAAAAHHHHHhhhhh-h ... " Climaxes rattled down the chute and the matron maintained her relentless pressure to be sure every last one of them evolved. When at last my passions settled into a simmering mass I became aware that the matron and I weren't exactly alone.
"Ooooowww matron, what a big tongue you have!" someone laughed from down the block.
"Matron, don't, leave some for the other girls I"
"Will somebody fetch a bucket of cold water?"
It sounded as though all the women had been awake all along, because a veritable Greek chorus of comments rang through the detention center. The matron didn't seem at all phased by this. She got out from under the blankets, straightened up her uniform and, without a glance at me, let herself out of the cell and locked the door securely after her. So that was that? I shook my head to clear it and tried to figure out what the matron had in her mind.
She had used me ... but I could take a lot of exploitation of that kind. With a sigh I dismissed the episode, lit a cigarette, and lay back in the cot listening to the riotous women in the other cells. When they were done the women from the opposite cell gave me a survival hint. "Be careful of that bitch tomorrow, honey," said one of them. "She'll be after your ass all day. She's like that."
"Yeah, she gets awful mean," added another. "She only hurts the ones she loves!"
"What should I have done, then?" I asked. "I couldn't refuse her, could I?"
"She's a strange one, nothing pleases her," was the reply, and I had to be satisfied with that. I was too tired to worry about it for long, though. The day had been extremely demanding.
The women were right: matron was mad at me! It started in the breakfast line and she kept on hounding me throughout the day, I was on my knees scrubbing, toting pails of water, up to my elbows in hard soap, and all the while her tongue lashed me. I was lazy, good for nothing, ugly, stupid, conceited, I thought the sun shone out of my ass and my shit smelled like ice cream. My ancestry was brought into question on numerous occasions, she stated I was a bleached blonde (although she, of all people, should have known better), and worse than anything I was a smartass college kid.
The matron was a big, buxom woman who didn't believe in letting any of the parts of her body hang loose. Strapped into corsets and girdles, her uniform tight and immaculate, she looked as though she mourned the passing of concentration camps when bitches were real bitches. Her face was strong, her hair too short, and she could have been an attractive woman if she had wanted it that way. Instead she wanted to be a man, and I figured that was why she was giving me the business. Men despised women who were too easy. I had been easy, now I had to be treated like a slut. It took me most of the day to figure that out and when it came to me I realized I had to play up to her if my stay was to be at all bearable. My appearance in court was a few days away and I had no intention of spending those days on my knees, scrubbing corridors.
So, in the middle of a torrent of abuse, I looked up at the matron and gave her a big wink. She stopped in mid-sentence. I ran the tip of my tongue along my lips, wetting them and implying that I could do the same for her lips-the upper set, or the lower set, whichever she wanted wetted. Matron didn't know where to look or what to do. She obviously still desired me, and the idea that I might desire her knocked her off her feet
Matron walked away and yelled at somebody else, stopped, looked lost, and came back to me. "What do you mean by that shit I" she demanded, running her tongue along her lips in a poor imitation of what I had done.
"That I want you," I said in a throaty whisper. The other women were looking at us by now but they couldn't hear what was being said. Matron's eyes bored into mine, applying a lie-detector test, but I looked back as sweetly and innocently as I could.
"Harrumph!" she said finally. This time she walked right out of the mess hall and I didn't see her all evening. The women from the opposite cell kept quizzing me. They couldn't understand why the matron wasn't on my back any longer. But I didn't tell them. If matron found out I was conning her she'd have me buried under the house of detention.
After the lights had been put out I prepared myself for her visit. I washed myself, put on a few drops of perfume from a vial left by an earlier inhabitant, and stretched out on my bed dressed only in bra and panties. I didn't have long to wait. From the end of the corridor came the ring of marching boots. The cell door opened, closed, and I felt her hot breath on my neck. I didn't move from my comfortable position as she moved alongside me, but when she pressed into me I made a half-turn and embraced her with a sudden outburst of passion. The matron got that strange look on her face again but she didn't let that stop her. She accepted my embrace and my hungry, searching kisses with all her heart, and when my hand began to move along the stiffness of her clothing she let out an uncharacteristically feminine moan.
The seduction had to be slow because she wasn't used to it. And her undergarments took a long time to undo. I had all the time in the world and I worked her over leisurely, kissing her face, stroking her stiff curves, undoing buttons and hooks and zips, and laying bare her massive tits. It was such a change that it took me by surprise-from her hard clothing to the warm softness of her bosom, from coldness to heat, from rejection to love. I let my face come to rest in between her big fleshy pillows and let all thoughts of seducing her be for a while. It was so peaceful and sensual there, nothing but yielding flesh against my face ... but I couldn't let her come to her senses.
My lips closed around one nipple and sucked on it intensely. She responded with animal groans and her arms came around my waist to lock me into place. Nothing was said between us. We communicated by the rate of our breathing and the tiny sounds that escaped us. I loved her tits, loved to wallow in them, but I had to keep a cool head no matter how hot my body became. Work on her, work on her, make her go crazy! Her corset provided a formidable challenge but I unlaced it and got it off, leaving her only with her panties on and stockings rolled halfway down her legs.
I couldn't get over how willingly she submitted to me. She was on her back and about as passive as I had been the night before. I bent over her, my pussy pressed against her thigh, my bra chafing her soft breasts, and I kissed her and felt her up at the same time. My hand was deep down her panties, mauling a hairy cunt that had to be twice as big as mine. The matron might not have fucked many men but the entrance to her cunt hadn't been closed to much else. Two, three, of my fingers slipped inside so easily that I began to wonder about the size dildo she employed. The fourth finger entered after only a little pushing and stretching.
I had to get to know that part of her better. Quickly I moved down the bed and took off the big pink panties along with her stockings. In the dim light shed by the night bulbs I could make out the exact contours of her body, those massive tits in repose, her wide belly, the outcrop of hair between her whale-like thighs, and for a moment my heart pounded mightily at the sight of so much womanhood. She was two for the price of one!
I kissed her cunt and tasted the strong, earthy fluid secreted by her body. All woman! Then my four fingers moved back into place, pushing their way back into the slick passage leading to her womb, and she groaned out loud. I noticed that none of the women in the other cells made any remarks now that it was matron who was getting it. Maybe they were waiting to see what sort of changes it would produce in the matron, and in prison conditions generally. Whatever their reason for remaining silent, I certainly appreciated it. My thumb pressed against the four fingers and slid into her cunt.
"UUUUUUNNNHHHH!! " she grunted, and her body contracted as if in a muscle spasm. Both hands came down and seized my wrist. She went to pull my fist out but then she changed her mind. Her grip relaxed, her breathing resumed, and she waited while I got up some steam with which to move my trapped limb. Back a little, further forward, back, forward, pushing my fist in and out of her overextended cunt, working it until her muscles relaxed some more and made it easier on me. "YESSSSSSSSS!" she cried hoarsely. Her big soft body undulated with every thrust. I couldn't get over what I was doing! I was inside her up to my wrist and fucking her, in effect, acting like a man and making her behave like a woman.
I got on my knees and straddled her hips without removing my fist. Then, half-closing my eyes and giving full rein to my fantasies, I pushed at my arm with my pubic bone. It was like having a big cock! My emotions ran riot! I began to fuck her in all earnestness now, and my hand became as sensitive as I imagined a cock was. Yes, this was it, this was the life, fucking big matrons into submission. I heard myself grunting along with her, I sweated on her, panted, but I kept up a pounding beat. The matron came with loud shrieks and mad convulsions but not quite terminally. After each orgasm she set to building up for the next one right away, puffing, hissing, lifting her hips high up so I would have more access.
Her cunt slurped and stretched, juices splattering out to cover my face and body, and with every deep thrust she moaned and quivered, climaxing now and then, and my arm was getting sore from the exertion. Suddenly she grew very tense and silent, cramping up until she was almost folded double-and with an explosive sigh she came once and for all. She went limp and my fist-fucking no longer affected her. Just as well. I was exhausted. Once again she dressed and left me as if I was a mere dildo that had performed its function.
CHAPTER FIVE
The three days I spent in the detention center were as idyllic as prison time could be. The matron made sure I had all the cigarettes and sweets I could possibly want, that my dinners came from the staff kitchen rather than the inmates', and that I had fresh linen every day. But she didn't come near me! It was as though she didn't want her life's pattern disturbed, no matter how enjoyable it had been for her to have someone else do the lovemaking. And in a way I could see her point. Both of us had had the same difficulties (although she had most certainly experienced them in much greater detail and at greater length than I), and when Matron had first made love to me I had realized that I could never put up with totally selfish lovers again. The difference between us was that I had choices, Matron had to take what she could get.
It was with some regret, then, that I left the house of detention to go to court for sentencing and from there to a minimum security prison upstate to serve out my two-week sentence. The judge had been rigorous on matters of sexual conduct and two weeks was the maximum penalty he was entitled to deal out. He had assured me that, had it been within his power to give me more, he would have done just that. Two weeks! Now and then I felt like crying, and if it hadn't been for the reporter in me, I might have broken down worse than that. Instead I kept on taking mental notes. The rides in the paddy wagons, the atmosphere in the court, the old men on the bench, the court reporters, the small crowd who watched cases come and go, the policemen and their female counterparts, the holding cells, everything that might add color to the article. By the time my two weeks were over I'd have a sizzling expose on my hands, that much I was sure of.
The new jail was a lot nicer than the house of detention. The women lived in large dormitories, twenty for each room, and there were wardrobes, big windows, clean bathrooms, a library, sports facilities, everything to make one think it was a summer camp. Only the high wire fence at the perimeter reminded one that it was a penal institution. Even as that pleased me, it also worried me. How would it look if an article on prisons ended up praising the system? That didn't sell papers! No, I had to look for the worms in this particular apple.
One of the women who had arrived in the same batch as me, had been to most prisons in the country. I asked her what the reputation of this place was and she shrugged: "It ain't bad. You just have to do as Mrs. Robinson says and your time will go easy. In other places you got every screw on your back for one thing or another but Mrs. Robinson is the boss here and that makes it a lot less complicated, if you know what I mean."
"Not really ... this is my first time here."
"Ah, I see. Well, people who run prisons have their own way of making a little extra bread. They skimp on the food or they buy bad quality gear, or they run their rackets inside, you know, selling dope or weapons, and when you have mother-fuckers like that running a house you don't know where the trouble's gonna come from next. But Mrs. Rob runs this place like a Hitler. If one of her employees steps out of line, she's gone. If Mrs. Rob don't fire her she gets the treatment from Mrs. Rob's girlfriend. No drugs here, no shivs or guns, the place is well-kept-but you better be a stone dyke, honey." The veteran laughed shortly and turned to her own bunk. "A stoooooooone DYKE!"
"You'd rather be here than any other jail, then?" I pressed.
"Hell no, give me those crazy houses in Ko-rupt County," she sneered. "I gotta have a cock between my legs, not a tongue. And I like to pop and shoot on rainy days, I can get into making pocket money and shit. Here-shit, if you can't play scrabble and don't like the taste of a strange pussy mashed in your face, yon ain't part of the in-crowd."
She was a tall girl with a blonde afro and shrewd blue eyes, and she affected black speech by way of establishing her toughness. Her figure was curvaceous but she was clearly very strong, and I almost regretted that she was so cock-orientated. Her name was Helen and when I told her my name was Ellen, she, too, saw that we would have made a fine couple under different circumstances. I asked her what she had done to get herself locked up and she treated me to one of those ironic glances that reminded me of the caste system operating in all institutions. A rookie was a rookie, whether it be the major leagues or prison.
"I was a victim of society, honey. My old man needed cash, so I put ads in the paper soliciting gentlemen callers. Gentlemen callers ... the first customer was a goddamn vice squad cop. But I been here before for assault, armed robbery, stealing cars, the usual penny-ante shit."
"You've a very attractive woman, couldn't you have made money modeling or something like that?"
"Modeling? You think I could have? Nah, get outta here, not a chance." She turned away again but I could tell she was flattered. "I could make it on the street or even in my own place. Guys like big tits and blonde hair, you know-well, you should know, you got the same equipment. Is that what you're in for?"
I told her how I happened to have come that way and she shook her head in pity and contempt.
"You weren't even charging those suckers for it? You better stick around with me, baby, you need to be educated!" I was ready to start with Sex Education, but I knew Helen's views on that subject and I wasn't about to press my luck with the brawny blonde.
The occupants of the dormitory were coming back from lunch and as they made their way through the room toward their beds, they checked the newcomers out with an indifferent expression.
We looked at them, too, though with apprehension. Some of the women looked like real hard-boiled bitches and I was glad to have found an ally in Helen. She knew some of them from other institutions and hearty greetings were exchanged, quick news updates. One woman in particular caught my attention. She moved around the room with authority and when someone was in her way, that someone made sure she wasn't in the way for long. The woman had the best position in the house, just near the windows and furthest away from the bathrooms. It didn't take me long to figure out that she ruled this roost, but she couldn't be Mrs. Robinson.
Her name, I later discovered, was Tina. She was close to six feet tall, black as the night, powerful shoulders, narrow waist, big tits and big buttocks, strong legs and arms, her hair was close-cropped and everything about her suggested fluency and speed. The way she moved and talked were very much to the point. Her eyes were small and almond-shaped, she had high cheekbones, and a full mouth, and a long neck. She was beautifully proportioned all over, but it wasn't the beauty of a fashion model. She was more like a panther, beautiful yet ready to kill at the drop of a hat. She addressed one of the women at one point and the woman snapped into action, did as she was asked, and looked quite relieved when Tina moved away. Not the lady to fuck with.
"Don't fuck with her," Helen whispered, echoing my thoughts.
"Who is she?"
"Tina? She's Mrs. Robinson's friend, the one who deals out the treatment if you step out of line."
"I expected her henchwoman to be a prison employee."
"Yeah, well, Tina figures it this way, she's in for ten years and she's going to make the best of it. She's smart, that bitch. She gets well-fed, there's some money going into her bank account, she gets as much pussy as she wants and if she wants a bit of cock for a change she can get that, too. Hell, she's got a better life here than on the outside."
"I guess so. But she's not free."
"Free to do what?" Again that sneer saying: 'you rookie!' "Free to support her old man, free to beg for food stamps? Or free to sit behind a typewriter and take shit from a bunch of white guys all day?"
"Just free," I said, embarrassed now. "That's what America is all about, isn't it?"
"Oh right, I forgot." Helen shook her head and dropped the subject. We were sent to the mess hall for a late lunch and as soon as we were done we were assigned to a work detail for the rest of the day. The work wasn't hard, just weeding and raking the market gardens at the back of the buildings. One guard stood by to make sure none of us goofed off, but she didn't carry anything more lethal than a nightstick. Only the barbed wire fence stood between me and a walk in the country.
Half an hour before dinner we were marched back to our respective accommodations, and told to wash up. There was some good-natured jostling in the bathroom from which only Tina was exempted. Also I noticed that Helen didn't get pushed around too much, and that there was a peculiar tension between her and Tina. I got the impression that the two were natural rivals, both of them strong and smart, the kind who chose up teams rather than being part of the same group. After dinner that innate rivalry became more obvious. Some women sat with Tina, others gathered around Helen, and the only remaining women were off by themselves, sewing or reading, watching TV. The two groups made themselves comfortable on bunks and chairs, gossiped, laughed, and argued, with Tina arbitrating in one and Helen in the other. I saw this two-party system as having microcosmic significance, and already the sub-headline had formed in my mind: democracy in prison.
Tina had a girlfriend, a thin, mousy blonde who hung around her wherever the tall black woman went. Her name was Dog. At least, that was what all the others called her, even Tina. I watched Dog with special care to see how she survived in this environment, because if she was any kind of dog it was an underdog. She stayed as near to Tina as was permitted, and when Tina wanted a cigarette, a light, or a cup of coffee, Dog provided it. If Tina blew her nose, Dog disposed of the laden tissue. And I wondered what other services she was made to perform when no one was watching.
It was kind of peaceful in the dormitory in spite of the TV set and the half a dozen transistors all tuned to different stations, the hubbub of women's voices, and the clatter of a mah-jong game being played. The women didn't seem too pent-up, somehow. The connotations of summer camp appeared again and I worried about the punch my article would pack. But the serenity was broken up by the entrance of a bulldog of a woman. I knew without anyone telling me that this was Mrs. Robinson. She wore a prison guard's clothing, stiff blue serge, and her hair was wrapped about her head in several braids. She and Matron would have found each other real soul mates, I thought.
"Tina!" The bulldog roared out the name like a drill sergeant issuing an order, and Tina was up on her feet right away. Behind Mrs. Robinson stood a woman prisoner lost in terror. She trembled, she was pale and sweaty, and her eyes couldn't seem to stop blinking. "This creature tried to steal from the canteen. Explain to her in your own way that that isn't done!"
"Certainly, Mrs. Robinson," said Tina with a lazy drawl. She sauntered up to the hapless creature, stood very close to her, and stared down at her as if she was a fresh heap of dog shit. "Dog, bring your tool kit."
Dog rushed up, happy as a lark. She had a small denim roll in one hand, which she unfurled to reveal a collection of pins and razors. "Just her lip," said Tina.
The women were all pretending not to watch but all of them knew what was going on. I stared, fascinated, as Dog picked out a razor blade and, holding it between thumb and finger, brought it up to the victim's bottom lip. A quick motion and blood gushed from the nicked lip. That was all. The bulldog turned on her heel and left the building. Tina and Dog went back to their conversation, and the victim stood in the center of the floor holding her face. She wasn't hurt exactly, nor would the wound ever fester and turn gangrenous. She wouldn't even lose more than a tablespoon of blood. But the humiliation had wrecked her for the moment and she didn't seem to know what to do next.
Long after she had disappeared I kept chewing over the incident. The cold-bloodedness of it all nagged at me. What would Tina be capable of if pressed? And what wouldn't Dog do for her? I shuddered to think. The twosome had taken on a gruesome aspect to me, one that appalled and excited me at the same time.
An argument developed among Helen's cronies, nothing consequential, but it grew heated. One of the women jumped to her feet and threatened one who belonged to the opposing faction, and right away a hush came over the dormitory as all eyes turned to see if there would be a fight or not. "You're a stupid fucking bitch I" yelled the aggressor.
"Don't call me a stupid bitch," retorted the other.
"I said a stupid fucking bitch!" The offended party leaped at her tormentor and like a flash
Helen stepped in between them. With the base of her palm she banged the aggressor in the nose, causing an instant nosebleed and a cessation of militancy; and with the other hand she pushed the other woman back onto the bed and pointed a warning finger. Peace had been restored. The nosebleed victim was given a handkerchief and the conversation went on.
There were no more incidents that evening. At ten o'clock the lights were dimmed and stayed that way for five minutes to give us all a chance to get ready for bed. Then they went out altogether and each woman was alone in the dark with her own thoughts. I wasn't surprised to see a couple of woman bed down with lovers. Dog slept on the floor next to Tina's bed, wrapped in a blanket, using her shoes for a pillow. And after the lights went out there was some tiptoeing about the dorm, but most women preferred their own company it seemed.
I stayed awake for as long as I could, hoping that one of the women had taken a imagine to me and had waited only for night to fall before introducing herself formally. When the minutes ticked by and no one came, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I caressed my breasts softly, lying on my side and folding my arms over my chest to make my tits as big as possible. And when my nipples vibrated with hunger I let one hand slip in between my thighs to titillate that tiny love button until the excess lust had been dissipated.
Somehow jerking off wasn't as much fun as it had been before Gina and I had broken through. I would have to find myself a lover the very next day if only to make the nights pass as pleasantly as the days.
CHAPTER SIX
I needn't have worried. Sitting at the breakfast table the next morning, I received a visit from Tina herself. She nodded at me, pulled her chair a little closer than necessary, and ordered Dog to fetch her breakfast. Tina lit a cigarette and waited for her lackey to return. I ate nervously, wondering what the leader of the push had in mind. She took her time letting me know.
"You're a good looking piece of ass," she said in between mouthfuls of porridge. "Is your hair its natural color?"
"Thank you and yes," I said, doing my utmost to be cool.
"I'll have to check that out. But later for that. What's happening with you and Helen. Is she your old lady?"
"No, nothing like that."
"Okay. If she tells you she is, tell her I'm your old lady. You got that?"
"I got it," I said, but I was far from sure that I did.
"You're a smart kid. Hey Dog, get me some more coffee, And make it fresh this time. This slop ain't good enough for you even." Dog slunk away. There seemed nothing more to say on the subject, or at least Tina felt enough had been said. She accepted the mug of fresh coffee from
Dog and told her to get under the table. "I get so horny in the morning," she said to no one in particular.
My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I saw Dog slide in between her mistress's legs, pushing her prison skirt up over her ebony thighs, and applying her face to Tina's crotch. Tina went on eating her breakfast, interrupting herself only briefly to shift forward so Dog could get at more of her snatch. I could feel it in my own cunt, the steady lapping and nibbling, and it was hard for me to be composed. How did Tina manage it? She reminded me of people who had smoked so much dope that it no longer affected them. They could smoke all day long and remain utterly normal. The question that had often occurred to me was: if it doesn't get to you, why bother doing it? And that was what I wanted to ask Tina.
"That's nice, baby, keep it going," she said to the groveling Dog. The mousy blonde's head bobbed back and forth and she breathed noisily through her nose. If any of the other inmates noticed this little scene they gave no indication of it. Perhaps Tina was used to having head with breakfast.
I made up my mind never to let her subjugate me that way. No matter how she bullied me or threatened me, I wouldn't make love to her unless she was prepared to reciprocate. If I wanted one-way screws I could turn to men, after all.
"Okay, okay, that's enough." She pushed Dog away but didn't bother to rearrange her skirt. I glanced down involuntarily and saw a mass of tiny black curls growing in a rough triangle, disappearing between muscular thighs, and growing upward in a fine line to her navel. Traces of Dog's spit and sweat were still in evidence, slicking back the hair about the folds of her cunt, and it was those details that really shook me up. I wanted to slip under the table and eat her right then and there, and I think Tina was waiting for me to do just that; but I wouldn't! I finished my breakfast and walked off to the scullery. She was right behind me.
"What's the matter, bitch, you don't like to eat no second-hand pussy?" she hissed, grabbing me by the hair and snapping my head back.
"Let me go!" I said. Anger flared up in me and I shook loose to get on with my business. Tina promptly grabbed my hair again and tugged on it playfully but painfully.
"Uppity white slut!" she said. "Don't you be giving me no lip! Come on now, eat it and eat it quick."
"Fuck you!" I was scared but my temper was out of control. Tina grabbed me by my shirt front and propelled me backward until I banged into the wall. I tried to wriggle out of her grip but she was much too strong for me. She told me again to eat it and when I didn't she held me with one hand and undid her skirt with the other. It fell to the floor, leaving her naked from the waist down. Her muscles were taut, rippling under her smooth, shiny skin, and if only she had modified her tone a little I would have been delighted to go down on her. That one hand held me by the throat and applied pressure, pushing me down. The struggle I put up was in vain. I couldn't understand it!
I was dizzy and out of focus from the pressure and struggle. Her black cunt heaved up before me and blotted out all else. The first whiff of pussy reached my nostrils and added to my confused state of mind. All around me I heard women clapping and yelling but I couldn't figure out why they were doing that. Then her cunt lips met my mouth and it seemed to suck me in further. I was helpless, a victim, forced to suck with all my might.
I licked until she had dropped her guard slightly. Then, sliding my hands down along the backs of her thighs, I prepared to make my break. I took hold of her legs, gave her pussy one last bite, and pulled away with all my strength. "SHEEEE-IT!" she yelled as her legs shot out from under her. She landed on her ass with a thud and I found my feet and ran out of there. Pussy juice covered my face, the jeers and laughter of the inmates rang in my ears, and I was crying. Why did she have to treat me that way? I had been perfectly willing to become her lover and I let her know it!
Helen hadn't gone to breakfast so when she saw me rush into the dorm she came right over and asked what the matter was. I told her in between racking sobs, and Helen grew thoughtful. "You know, I'd get even with that harlot for you, Ellen, but I have to figure out who she knows around here."
"That's nothing. No, that ain't what worries me. That ugly little girl, Dog, is the one who sends the shivers up my spine, baby. She don't care if she lives or dies, and they're the worst kind of people to mess with. Besides that, I have to know where the rest of her muscle is at. I gotta know her connections, you dig? And then I'll set that uppity bitch on her ass!"
"I'm not asking you to," I said, "because I really rather like her. If only she wasn't so rough."
"You're into that kind of shit, huh? Oh well, no matter where your head is at you have to know where your friends are, honey, and you can count me as one."
"You're terrific, Helen, you really are." Briefly the warmth of friendship came through, the kind of warmth easily mistaken for passion. But then Tina and Dog burst into the dormitory and I had to think about other matters.
"Nobody walks out on me," said Tina, "and that nobody includes you, blondie. Dog's gonna illustrate that lesson for you." Dog came at me, her thin lips drawn back over pointed teeth, her washed-out blue eyes glittering with vicious lust. I looked at her and at the long needle in her hand, and wondered why I should be frightened of her. Just because she was a stone-killer? Hell, she was still smaller than me. So I let her come in a bit closer and then I kicked my prison-shoe toe hard against her shinbone. A lot of the puff went out of Dog. She half-sank down to the floor, dropped the needle, and massaged her new bruise very tenderly. While she was down I administered another kick, this one to her face, and Dog played dead.
Tina was mad and she showed it for once. "You've gone over the limit!" she said, advancing toward me. That was a different proposition. I saw the headline flash before my mind's eye: "Cub Reporter Found Buried Under Prison Laundry."
"Tina, please listen to me," I said, made bold by my desperation. "All I wanted to get through to you in the mess hall was that you don't have to mop the floor with me to get my attention. You got it already. I just want to be your friend, more if you want. But keep the bad things for Dog because she digs that, I don't."
Perhaps no one had spoken to her in that way before or perhaps she was only waiting to hear me say it. Whatever her reasons, she stopped dead in her tracks and regarded me with curiosity instead of anger.
"Oh yeah?" A long pause. "Well, all right ... that's heavy." She sat down on her bed and motioned me to come over. One of the guards entered the dorm and yelled for everyone to get to their job sites. Tina took no notice of her. She sat next to me and held my hands. The guard didn't press it. One by one the women trooped out of the building and left us alone. I noticed that Helen didn't look too happy and I felt bad for deserting her so abruptly. But then, she wasn't into this shit, as she put it, and we could be friends even if Tina fucked my ass off.
"You're very beautiful," I ventured. Tina kept on regarding me as if I was an alien species but she nodded her head to encourage me. "From the first moment I saw you I knew I wanted you. But there was no way to tell you. And then I saw Dog always around you-"
"Dog ain't nothing," she cut in. "Tell me what you liked about me yesterday."
I described Tina to herself, detail by detail, and she listened as avidly as the parched desert receives its first drops of rain. We sat closer and closer, our hands were clenched together, and suddenly she leaned forward and pressed a long, lingering kiss on my lips. Now that the process had begun I grew afraid. What if she turned out to be like all the others? Tina seemed like a last hope somehow, as far removed from all the people I had made out with as I could get. But before our first kiss was over I felt more confident of her. We seemed to be making love like lovers.
Our kisses were torrid and wet, tongues searched each other's oral cavity for centers of pleasure, our breath mingled, our faces were welded together by sweat, and our hands wandered increasingly off the beaten track. Her body was firm, even hard, but when I touched her skin I found it to be as smooth as silk. The panther connotations came to mind again. Whenever she moved, her muscles and sinews rippled beneath that shiny hide and I experienced her strength and dangerousness right down to my marrow. Small shudders melded with the thrills her kisses brought me, and I kissed her all the harder for exciting me so. Her long black fingers moved along my arms and over the curves of my breasts, doing her own kind of exploring.
I kissed her face all over, savoring the polished smoothness of her cheekbones and the taut planes of her cheeks, licking at her and sucking at her, doing my utmost to sense her with all my faculties. She pressed her head against mine the way a cat would; and how else could such a feline creature respond? Together we stretched out along the bed and lay facing each other, our loins pressing together in mutual lust. We made fucking motions at each other but only to release some of the sexual tension. We were quite happy to leave all that until after we had explored each other's breasts and made love to those parts.
Our shirts came undone and sort of moved out of the way as our hungry mouths headed for the erect nipples. I was breathless, my heart pounded, and the first taste of her black, stiff nipple was enough to send the first climax rippling through my belly. I clung to her for the duration of that delicious moment, then gave my full attention to the business of making her feel good all over. That nipple was lavished with the best my tongue had to offer and she kissed my forehead gently and squeezed my tits while waiting for my ministrations to take effect. The rising, falling softness of her breasts lulled me into an erotic daze and her words came through that daze like soft music.
"Go to it, baby, give it to me, oooohhh that's nice, slowly now, easy, easy, oh yeah, mmmmmm-mm-m! Yeah, go ahead!"
But as soon as she had had her fill she laid me back and began to work my tits over with tongue and fingers, manipulating me until I felt as though I was doing salto mortales high in the sky. I couldn't imagine what she would do when she got down lower. She knew just how to bite and chafe, just when to blow and lick, and she gave me numerous little climaxes-all of which seemed to make me hungrier for her!
In the end I couldn't take it any longer. I slipped out of her embrace and headed down along the flat plane of her belly. Tina offered no resistance. She waited patiently for me to undo her skirt and then she lifted her ass so I could take it right off. She wore no panties, her shoes dropped off easily, and there she was: naked and mine! With a sob I flung myself between those sinewy black thighs and buried my face in her big hairy pussy. Ah, that savor! She was much wetter this time. The piquant fluid literally cascaded down my throat each time I sucked at her cunt entrance. I attached myself to the wide open, fleshy pussy like a barnacle and licked her magenta flesh out of the way until my tongue hit the livid pink of her insides.
I took hold of her firm thighs from the bottom and pinched at her flesh so as to keep her cunt yawning wide. My face moved from side to side, my tongue moved up and down, and the combination of those two motions were enough to drive my black lover wild. She groaned and heaved, held my head firmly down on her cunt and made fucking motions with her hips so as to grind her cunt harder into my mouth. My own needs were multiplying at an amazing rate. While I ate her out I managed to take off the rest of my clothes, and as soon as I was stark-naked I maneuvered myself around so that my cunt hovered above her face. Tina wasn't slow to take the hint.
She rested her hands on my ass and pushed me down on her face slowly, teasing herself the way I used to when making solo love, and teasing me also because I could hardly wait to get some stimulation to my yearning cunt. My clitoris was especially needy. It stuck out from it fleshy hiding place like an antenna looking for signals, quivering impatiently. The tip of her tongue touched down on it and the signals came pouring in: PLEASURE, PLEASURE, PLEASURE!! For a minute or so I couldn't do anything but relish this flood of sensations. My face backed off from Tina's black cunt and I just hung over her gasping for breath. But hunger had me in its thrall on both ends, and pretty soon I was eating with as much verve as before.
We were locked in the position of love and time came to a stop as we concentrated our bodies and souls on drinking it in. Now and then we rolled over on our sides, or she would get on top of me, but our mouths didn't leave the vital spots. Fires roared up in my loins, fed from my pussy and mouth, and each time the heat became nearly unbearable a great flush of passion went through me to convert the heat into a delicious coolness-which promptly heated up again. I caressed her long legs and the bulging, firm cheeks of her ass, and she was touching my buttocks and fingering my ass-hole, and there didn't seem to be much more anyone could add to the act of love as far as I was concerned.
The time came when we had to take a break. We both knew it wasn't over yet but our jaw muscles were sore and our breathing was irregular. Best to sit back, have a drink and a cigarette, and gaze lovingly into each other's eyes. I found an unusual expression of tenderness in her coal-black eyes, real affection, but in the full context of her panther body that only signified a reprieve, or a truce. She could switch back in an instant. Perhaps that's why she thrilled me so much. I knew she could be mean but for me she was loving, and I couldn't have been more flattered.
"We should get to work sometime during the day," she remarked. The silence of the dormitory, the warmth of the sun beating through the windows, the buzzing fly, all made me drowsy, a little drunk with the sensuality of the occasion. Work was the furthest thing from my mind. But I understood her remark to be ironic, and I leaned my head on her wide shoulders and gazed out of the opposite window at the tree standing motionless in the sun. The perfumes of love hung about us. I could smell my pussy on her face, hers on mine. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, savoring the mingled aromas and the echoes of lovemaking. Aaaaahhhh, this was the life. Birds in the trees, a beautiful woman by my side, three meals a day, and clean bathrooms.
A pleasant tiredness took over and tempted me to roll over on my side and nap a while. I knew Tina wouldn't mind. She was probably at the same level. But before I could drop off I felt her hands on me again, caressing, coaxing delicate sensations into being, making love to me without asking anything from me. The urge to sleep disappeared, leaving only a drowsy kind of contentment behind. I felt her full lips cleave briefly to I parts of my back and shoulders, felt her fingernails dig lightly into the flesh of my arms, and heard her slide down along the bed. Now her lips ' approached my ass, pecking me here and there, unhurried, teasing. I felt very vulnerable back there, orifices unguarded. She could see every-thing I had been trained for so long to conceal at all costs. Her mouth, her nose, her eyes, would be ferreting about my nether aspects. Let her, let her! When making passionate love even shit smelled exciting.
Lips and tongue now left a wet trail along my ; ass, sidling from one cheek to the other with a dip into the valley in between. I experienced those ' subtle, sharp thrills in my belly again and felt my pussy rev up for more hot action. Her fingers ! parted my cheeks and the tip of her tongue ! slithered down into the hairy depths. I shivered ; and lay perfectly still. I didn't want to disturb her now. What would she do next? Would she ... ? I didn't dare hope.
But there she went, leading that soft, restless slug of a tongue toward my ass-hole. The sphincters puckered nervously. She pushed me over so that I lay on my belly and then she drew herself up on her knees to lean over me and kiss my ass with force and lust. Her fingers worked my cheeks out of the way, parting them further and further to stretch my ass-hole. I could hardly contain myself! I felt shy and desirous at the same time, I wanted her to take me any way she wanted and yet I wanted her to enjoy herself doing it. Could she really get off on my anus?
She certainly seemed to. A low moan erupted from deep down in her throat as her lips met my sphincters and the end of her tongue darted in and out of the small depression back there. I began to relax a little, easing up on my contraction to admit her, and as her tongue entered me just slightly a great hunger grew down there, and I found myself forcing my ass to open. "Come on baby, open up," I heard Tina croon behind me, "let your mama come deep inside. I ain't gonna hurt you. I'm just gonna love you!" Yes, she would. I rested my face on my folded arms and made myself relax from the tip of my toes on up.
Once I started, it was easy. My muscles unwound, sinews eased up, my flesh became soft, and my breathing slowed right down. Now my ass-hole was willing to admit anything that was shoved up it. Tina worked her tongue in and out, fucking me with that wet snail-like member until I began to crave something stronger. As if she sensed it she turned to nibbling my buttocks and let a long finger slide inside me instead. That was better. I indicated my approval by emitting a long groan of pleasure, and as my reward she added a finger to it.
That was enough. I felt myself tense up a little but then she started to finger-fuck me and warm floods of emotion swept through me to disarm my nervous system once more. One hand worked the two fingers in and out of my back passage, the other began to rub my pussy the right way. A helpless, sobbing sigh of ecstasy escaped me as she pushed a pillow under my belly and lifted my ass so she could have complete access to both orifices. Her thumb moved into my cunt, her other fingers fitted themselves into the sopping-wet valley and stimulated my clitoris-as if I needed more stimulation! And then her cunt settled down on the back of one of my thighs and rubbed back and forth rhythmically.
I took this as long as I could, sliding along through orgasmic corridors, pleased to have her propelling me; but the time came when I had to take a more active part in the lovemaking. I rolled away when her fingers seemed to be tiring, and took her into my arms so that our tits were squashed together-and we were face-to-face once again. We kissed languorously while our bodies moved about to find the most agreeable position. Both of us had taken the edge off the other's lust but there was enough left for dessert.
We lay on our backs, our legs scissored, our cunts pressed hard against each other, and slowly, effortlessly, our bodies began to make the motions of fucking, our hips gyrating, breasts rising and falling, fingering our own nipples and gazing at each other over the hills and planes and hairy bushes as we brought ourselves and each other undone. It began so leisurely but as our pulses began to race again and our breath began to rasp, so our bodies became more demanding and frantic. Our cunts squished and sloshed, welding together and coming apart with indecent pops. "Oooooooowwwwwwwaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I moaned. "Uuuurrnnnn!" she groaned. We shuffled up closer, careless of the well-being of our cunts in the heat of our shared passion. Pussy against pussy, black corkscrews and blonde flax meshing, swollen labias sucking up to each other, our juices mingling in the middle, and while our cunts stayed one-on-one the rest of our bodies were everywhere, tossing, turning, squirming in unfulfilled lust.
"No! No! OH GOD NO, WAIT, HOLD IT, OOOWWW, NO, NO YES OH YES, OH JESUS CHRIST YESSSSSS, COME ON BABY, COME ON, GO, YES, YES, AAAAAAAA-AAHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS!! " She screamed out, bellowed at the top of her lungs and her violent orgasm touched off mine so that I yelled out just as loud and just as hysterically. The dorm rang with our screams, the bed squeaked, bedclothes flew everywhere, and we ended up in each other's arms, sweating, panting, so tired that we couldn't even open our eyes.
Minutes ticked by. I heard the birds singing again, became aware of where I was in space and time, and yet none of it mattered next to the resounding delights coursing through my body. For the first time I felt wonderful all over. No tension, no unfulfilled curiosities, just warmth.
"That was wonderful," I whispered. "No one has ever made me feel like this, no one, male or female."
"Is that right?" Her dark eyes opened wide and gazed deep into mine. She must have seen that I was telling the truth because her face broke into a wide smile and she kissed me. "That's good. I like to give as good as I get."
She got off the bed and walked over to her wardrobe. I was struck by her grace all over, that black polished panther gliding along, her muscles tensing and relaxing, her balled buttock muscles firming up and then the dimple gave way to a perfect sphere again as the pressure moved to the other cheek. She turned around, threw me a towel, and motioned me to follow her to the showers.
I didn't take my eyes off her ass the whole way there. The other women didn't look good when they were naked, their buttocks folded and flounced and looked like baggies. But Tina's were high and firm and merely quivered.
We showered in the same stall, soaping each other's back up and helping to dry each other. It suddenly occurred to me that in less than two weeks' time I wouldn't see her again, and just as suddenly I realized how much I would miss her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tina and I managed to make it to the mess hall in time for lunch. The other inmates were halfway through eating already, and most of them looked a bit tired and worn from working. We sat with the other occupants of our dorm and most of them welcomed us. But two women gave us very dirty looks. One of them was Dog, who resented me for obvious reasons. The other was Helen. Instead of smiling at me when I sat down near her, she gave me a stony look and then concentrated on the food on her plate. She couldn't be jealous, I reasoned, so perhaps she didn't approve of my behavior. Well, she would get used to that.
Going to work after that morning of love was definitely an anti-climax. I was assigned to the gardening party but I couldn't get involved with weeding and mowing. The guard kept urging me to work harder and I kept getting lazier. It wasn't something I did to irk her, it just crept up on me. In the end she came over to me and said: "Either you move your little ass or we're going to see Mrs. Robinson!"
I didn't see that that was so horrible so I shrugged and told her to go ahead and take me. "It's about time we were formally introduced," I said flippantly. Tina wasn't around or she would have warned me not to flirt with danger. Helen was there but she was too angry at me to warn me. As a result the guard whistled for a replacement and marched me off to the administration block.
The block was ascetically appointed and Mrs. Robinson's office was positively Spartan. She had a desk and a chair, and that was it. Bare floorboards, bare, whitewashed walls. She sat behind that gray metal desk and glared at me. "What do you want?" she barked at the guard.
"This inmate refused to work in the garden today, Mrs. Robinson."
"Is that a fact? Okay, leave her with me." The guard nodded and left after she had admonished me to address Mrs. Robinson as ma'am. What was she, a queen? I felt like asking the guard that, but the flippancy had left me. Mrs. Robinson was a formidable figure at the best of times. In her Spartan office she seemed more like a tyrant possessed of absolute power over life and death.
She stood up and paced around me. I stood stock-still before her desk, more or less at attention, and I didn't dare look at her for fear of reading her intentions.
"Take off your clothes," she said.
I was paralyzed. Her words rang through the bare office but I still couldn't believe I'd heard her say that.
"Take off your clothes," she repeated and now she came up in front of me, facing me the way an irate football player goes up to a referee. She towered over me, all that bulk womanhood and power, and glared at me with her beady little eyes until it dawned on me I hadn't been given a choice in the matter. I undid the blouse buttons and Mrs. Robinson sat down in her chair to watch me closely. For once I felt myself blushing all over. It was so empty and lonely in the office that there was nothing to distract her from my form. And when my blouse came off my tits tingled with the embarrassment of it all. "And the rest," she said.
"Yes, ma'am." I unhooked my skirt and let it drop to the floor. Mrs. Robinson motioned for me to pick it up and fold it. Prison property couldn't be treated lightly while she was around. My stockings and shoes came off next, and then there was nothing left between me and her penetrating gaze but my panties. She frowned when she saw me hesitate so I zipped them off and placed them on top of my folded skirt and blouse.
"Good." She picked the panties up and held them to her nose, sniffing at them the way a dentist sniffs at the contents of a root canal. "Fresh enough." She placed the panties back on the pile and told me to walk around the office. I felt her eyes burning into my defenseless nudity the whole way and I had to keep on walking until she told me to stop. I went round and round her desk, trying to walk as normally as possible under the circumstances, hoping that the flesh of my ass didn't bounce about too much, that my nipples were high enough for her, and then wondering why it mattered to me what she thought. "Turn your back to me and bend over." I did as I was told, blushing furiously again. I heard her get up out of her chair and walk toward me. "Hold that position. Touch your toes."
The strain on my muscles was only slightly less than that on my sense of personal dignity, but I stayed there with my hands on my toes and my ass and pussy wide open. The woman knelt down behind me and parted my cheeks even further, staring up my ass-hole as if looking for hidden treasure. Then she opened my pussy up with one prying finger, gazed into its pinkness, and made an approving noise.
"Go back to the dorm, take a long bath and douche, give yourself an enema, and change into the clothes I'll be sending you. You're working tonight."
"Where?" I had a lot of questions but that was the most important one.
"You'll find out. Now go get ready. The stuff will be delivered soon." Before I got out of her office I heard her pick up the phone and issue more orders. On the way back to the dorm Tina waylaid me and asked what had happened. When I told her she looked angry.
"She said you're working tonight? That means only one thing, baby, and I don't like it. I'm going to see her now, you wait for me before you do anything, hear?"
"Sure." Again I felt a surge of love for her. She was so strong and capable! She would look after me. I sat on my bed and had a cigarette, ignoring the messenger who brought a cardboard box full of stuff from Mrs. Robinson. Tina came back a few minutes later but she looked angrier than before.
"Goddamn fat bitch!" she exploded. She lit a cigarette with trembling hands. "I told her you were my old lady and that she should find somebody else. But she wouldn't listen to me. She's never done that before. Maybe it's time I showed her who has the firepower in this goddamn place!"
"Tina, please, tell me what's going on!"
"Ah, fuck it!" She threw her cigarette out of the window and stalked out. "I'm sorry, baby, I let you down." I was alone again, and this time I had to take the contents of that cardboard box seriously. It held a very nice party dress, delicate black lingerie, shoes, toilet articles, perfume, a disposable douche and an equally disposable enema, and a note saying that I was to report at the house of Mrs. Robinson at 8 o'clock in the evening and that my personal hygiene would be tested by Dog. The implication was that I had better pass the test.
There was nothing for it but to go through the routine. I didn't like douching and taking enemas unless it was absolutely necessary, but since I had no choice in the matter I tried to make the best of it. Tina's absence nagged at me and the mystery of the evening ahead bothered me, too, but a bubble bath after emptying and cleansing my innards was quite a luxury. I drifted off a couple of times in the tub and the hazy dreams centered about sex and sensuality, about black buttocks and big nipples. And when I came to and found the water too cool for comfort, I got out and reflected on the change my fantasies had gone through since I'd been imprisoned. It used to be rough men with giant cocks and the manners of pigs. Now it was women only. Did that mean I was a lesbian? The evidence was overwhelmingly in favor of that idea, but somehow I didn't think so.
A cold tub has the effect of damping down romantic feelings, and in the bathroom I saw all too clearly that it was the masculine side of Tina that I loved. Certainly her tits and pussy weren't excluded from this peculiar passion but they were a part of the whole, not the sole attraction.
But until I was released there wasn't much point in debating my sexual orientation. I dressed up in the finery sent me by Mrs. Robinson and took a few turns before the mirror prior to going out into the dorm and subjecting myself to the critical opinions of my roommies. I looked terrific My blonde hair, freshly washed and blown dry, flew like a golden wreath about my head when I shook it, the dress accentuated the full curve of my bosom and it had been cut tightly enough about the waist and ass to give me more curvaceousness than I'd suspected I had. The other women approved of Mrs. Robinson's choice, too, but they wouldn't tell me why I had been thus favored.
"You'll find out when you get there, honey," said one of them. "Some of us have been there and we can't tell you what to expect because Mrs. Robinson would have us put under."
"What the hell is the big secret?" I yelled, frustrated by their reticence. They just smiled and shrugged. Tina didn't come back until it was me to go, and even then I only saw her loitering around outside the dorm. She avoided me and so I walked quickly toward Mrs. Robinson's house. A guard stood at the door but she didn't even question me. She opened the door and I walked right into the reception area.
It was deathly still inside the house. All the lights were on and a couple of inmates were busy arranging cutlery and plates along a big table. A maid held her finger to her lip to indicate I should be as silent as everyone else, then waved at a nearby chair. I sat in it and waited. A couple of women from other dormitories came in, dressed in much the same apparel as I wore. We glanced at each other uncomfortably but not a word was exchanged.
Mrs. Robinson appeared with Dog trailing after her. Dog still wore the usual prison clothes and looked as ratty as ever. The mousy blonde came right at us, stood in front of one of the dressed-up women, dropped to her knees and crawled under the woman's skirt. The rest of us were mortified. We stared at what remained to be seen of Dog, and we could hear her sniffing around under there. Mrs. Robinson hadn't been kidding about the inspection. Dog went at it as if she worked at a perfume factory.
My turn came last and I was very scared. I had seen the dirty look Dog had given me earlier in the day and I had seen her and her razor in action. When she was under my dress and all my private parts were at her disposal, I broke out into a cold sweat. She could cut me in the most delicate of places and there was nothing I could do to stop her! She sniffed and tugged at my underwear, stuck her nose right into my cunt and ass, and came out with a disappointed expression on her narrow face. "They're okay, ma'am," she reported.
"Good. Into the main room you go. No smoking."
Mrs. Robinson was preparing for a large party. About twenty places had been set and a small army of inmates worked in the kitchen, the dining room, and on the bandstand to make sure everything would be perfect for the guests. The dressed-up girls, four including me, sat in their places like so many ornaments, and waited uneasily. The string quartet struck up a little waltz when the first guests entered, waitresses dressed as French maids rushed to serve wine and hors d'oeuvres, and Mrs. Robinson emerged transformed as the perfect hostess. I could hardly believe my eyes! She was tastefully dressed, shook hands and greeted people most cordially, chatted with friends, a changed person-except when it came to addressing the help. Then that curtness was there again.
The guests looked most respectable. Bankers and their wives, a couple of local politicians, all of them smelling of money. They ignored the four of us, as they did all the servants. I began to wonder what we were supposed to do there when one of the maids came out to us and led us into the kitchen. Cooks were working furiously and we had to get out of there, or be run over. The maid led us through to a small room off the side of the kitchen, in which four platforms on casters had been stored.
"Okay, here's what you do," she said, hurrying her little speech so as to get on with her work. "You roll these into the dining room and you sit on them. Keep your distance from the table and don't speak to any of the guests unless they address you. And even then keep it down to the minimum. When dinner is over and the desserts and wines are served, you slip behind these platforms and take off your dresses. Keep your underwear, stockings and shoes on, you understand? If people want to do anything to you, tamper with you, you just let them. But you don't take off your clothes until coffee is served in the library. Then you sit with the guests and let happen what happens." She turned on her heel and left us standing there with our mouths open.
"Is she kidding?" said one of the girls, a ravishing little redhead with the biggest tits I'd ever seen on a girl her size. She couldn't be five feet tall but her tits were like melons and the dress could barely contain them. The third girl had little pigtails and tiny tits, long legs and a cute little ass that was bound to appeal to the pederasts among the party. And the fourth was an Oriental girl with a plump body and black hair down to her ass. We were quite an assortment, and we were to be at the disposal of all those middle-aged men ... and women. I wondered what kind of town produced so many respectable looking perverts.
We rolled the platforms out and perched on them at different parts of the dining room. From the look on the other girls' faces they felt as foolish as I did. No one paid attention to us. Mrs. Robinson, the Elsa Maxwell of the slammer, kept the conversation going, punctuated it with witticisms, and laughed a tinkling silvery laugh that seemed totally out of character. The band played popular classics and the servants brought out masses of food which disappeared down capacious gullets. And we just sat there and waited for the inevitable. I didn't know what to think. Somehow it was impossible to imagine these people doing anything worse than swatting a fly.
Dinner seemed to go on forever. Those people could really put it away. But eventually the dishes were cleared from the table, and wine and dessert was served. The maid gave us a signal and we slipped behind the platforms, took off our dresses, and resumed our perches. No one cared I There we were in our finery, tits and midriffs and thighs poking out in clear view, and none of those swine so much as turned around!
Nothing happened-until the dessert had been consumed. Then the guests decided it was time to stretch their legs. With glasses of wine in their hands they strolled about the large dining room, chatting, running an appraising eye over us, idly resting a hand on a nearby thigh, but that was all there was to it. I began to relax a little. Perhaps all these people wanted was an eyeful and a feel. I was more concerned with Tina. I missed her very much and I was worried about her and her relationship with Mrs. Robinson. She had failed ... but why?
"Hi there, sweetie," said a middle-aged man whose wife was right beside him. "I'm crazy about blondes. See, I even married one." He pointed at his wrecked wife whose blondeness went no further than her roots. "Matter of fact we both like blondes. Don't you, honey?"
"Sure do." The woman moved toward me and ran a hand down my bare arm. I shivered involuntarily and she grimaced at me. "But you don't like old people, huh? Well, tough luck sweetie-pie." With that she pushed her hand into my flimsy bra and mauled my tit while looking me right in the eye. "I used to look like you," she said under her breath, "and my skin used to be just as soft and smooth. Now look at me. That's what you'll be like in thirty years' time." I kept silent, but not without effort.
Her husband stood at the other side of me, touching me with a distant expression in his eyes. "I remember," he said wistfully, "God, do I remember." He mauled the other breast. I looked over at my colleagues and they were getting similar treatment. The party was getting rough. I began to understand why Tina hadn't wanted me to get this assignment. It also struck me that this would make a hell of a story! Prison director entertains guests with the bodies of live inmates. A live body. I sure felt like that. Someone was squeezing my ass but I couldn't see who it was. The couple went on fondling me and reliving their past and I felt about as stimulated as a nun during Lent.
"All right, everyone, coffee and brandy served in the library!" cried Mrs. Robinson. The guests streamed out of the room and for a brief but blissful minute the four of us were alone. "Let's go, girls!" barked Mrs. Robinson, peering around the door. We snapped into action. Our clothes were removed and folded, and, nude now, we walked out of the dining room to the library.
How the scene had changed. We were no longer mere ornaments, we were the conversation pieces. Twenty pairs of eyes zeroed in on us as we entered, gentlemen obligingly moved over on the long, plush couches to let us sit down next to them. I was sure I was blushing all over but I did my best to look cool. Someone handed me a drink. Maids served everyone with brandy and coffee, mainly the former, and the eyes of men and women alike were upon us.
"Come girls, entertain the guests," said Mrs. Robinson. "Do a dance for them."
We stood up and moved toward each other, having first swallowed our drinks to give us courage. The big-titted little redhead, the plump Oriental, the pig-tailed boy-girl and I formed a loose circle and swung to a vague beat produced by the band. They were essentially a classical group but they tried to reproduce the disco sound in order to get us going. Mrs. Robinson grew impatient and we could sense it.
"Hey you," she said suddenly, pointing at me, "weren't you put inside for lewd behavior? Well, let's see some lewd behavior. And Mary, give those girls a drink. They need fuel by the look of them." The guests laughed and I fought down an urge to sock somebody. I'd been tagged. Now it was up to me to rise to the occasion. The brandy burned all the way down and made me break out in a sweat, but it was just what I needed to get loose. "All right, you sonsabitches," I thought, "you want lewd behavior, you're gonna get lewd behavior."
I walked along the line of seated guests, shaking my tits and ass at them, rolling my tongue around my lips and producing tiny sounds to indicate peaking sexual excitement. One guy was sitting with his legs wide apart so I kneeled between his legs and opened his fly with a deft motion, extricated his dick and gave it a quick kiss before moving on. Everyone laughed, but at him, and that had been my intention. The phony blonde who'd pawed me earlier was next. I wiggled my pussy at her, thrusting it at her and mesmerizing her with it. She sat there with her glass of brandy (hardly her first for the evening) and stared at my pushing blonde cunt, and when she least expected it I lifted one tit out of its scaffolding and left her sitting there with the loose tit hanging out.
"Come on everybody," I squealed, 'net's have some fun!" The other three were getting into the spirit of the occasion now, stoked by the brandy, and they began to do the rounds, too, stroking a tit or a bulging lap, shaking their flesh into the faces of the guests. The band got the drift of it, too, because they launched some passable rock and roll tunes. More drinks, more cigars. The library was warming up, smoky and close, and men removed their jackets while they watched us with glittering eyes. A sudden flash took me back to the bar and the wet T-shirt contest, all those glinting eyes and erect men, and once again my juices began to flow in sympathy with all the arousal. "Take it off, take it all off!" I cried, helping a man with his dinner jacket. Half-seriously, half-humorously, he started to undo his fly-but he stopped halfway through when his wife stayed his hand. like a vulture, I swooped down on his fly, opened it all the way, and took his half-hard cock out. Before his wife could prevent me, I had it in my mouth and sucked on it noisily. He grew hard within a second. He had a big, powerful cock with bulging veins and a thick rubbery knob that lodged in my throat as he thrust forward. It had been a long time since the last time for him, I could tell.
"Keep moving, girly!" barked Mrs. Robinson. Reluctantly I parted with my new friend and went on dancing. The Oriental girl bumped into me, a little stoned and a little carried away by the occasion. I took her into my arms and pressed her close to me, savoring her soft flesh as she ground her pubic bone into mine. "That's better," said our boss, and we thought so too. Her narrow eyes looked into mine, her full lips puckered up, and in the center of the library, with twenty people watching, we soul-kissed fiercely. That brought the redhead over. We admitted her to our tight circle, exchanging kisses, moving our bodies into each other, undulating, kissing, embracing, tits banging against tits, until the boy-girl joined us and her tits didn't reach.
"Break it up, girls, dance!" That old bitch wouldn't leave us alone! I got an idea of what she wanted, though. She wanted some attention all of her own. I didn't go over right away but slowly sidled toward her, giving the ladies and gentlemen views of deep pinkness and puckered anal muscles, pretending to be masturbating and in ecstasy. Actually I had never felt cooler and more on top of things. Mrs. Robinson sat primly between her most favored guests, sipping at her brandy and smoking a small, pungent cigarette. When I approached her, a flicker of uncertainty appeared in her eyes but that could have been my imagination. Closer, closer, I turned my back to her and leaned forward slightly. I pretended I didn't know she was right behind me and went on cooing and flirting at a judge sitting opposite. But my every move was directed at her. I knew just how to shake my ass so as to get her worked up, how much pubic hair to show, how far to spread my thighs. No matter how long I stayed in that spot, Mrs. Robinson made no move to force me to circulate. I winked at the other girls and one by one they got the hint. But they hung back to . see what would happen to me first.
A waitress handed me a drink and as I downed it I stumbled and fell back accidentally on purpose, right into the bulldog's lap. "Ooohhh!" I squealed, struggling unsuccessfully to get out of there. "Oh dear, do excuse me ma'am! Excellent brandy!" The guests laughed and so did Mrs. Robinson, a baying kind of sound.
"Never mind, you can sit here and catch your breath," she said, and a big hard hand came to rest on my belly. The placement was very precise, just above the pubic hairline and right on the softest part of my body. Her generous lap supported me easily and I thought I felt her move up at me. She had another drink brought over for me and when I had had that I felt very lightheaded indeed. Still lucid, though. I had a plan and it was working. Pretending to be drunk, I snuggled up to her and wrapped my arms about her neck.
"Me s'eepy!" I said in baby talk. "Ittle Ellen wanna go bye-byes now."
"Oh, poor little thing," said the big woman with a sidelong glance at her guests. "You come rest in Mama's lap and take it easy. The rest of you girls, dance!" I was ensconced in the embrace of Mrs. Robinson, and the other girls had to work all the harder to make up for me. They didn't like it much but they had to give me my due: I had thought of it first.
Everyone was quite drunk now, rowdy and rebellious. The girls had apparently decided to make everyone a sex object because they were going from one person to the next exhorting them to take their clothes off. One woman answered the call. She was in her late thirties, a good-looking woman who had arrived with an old rich man. She'd been restless all evening long and this was her big chance to break out. She joined the three dancers and started to take off her clothes one by one. The crowd cheered. A fortyish man joined them, stripping like a siren, and when he was completely nude he stood in among the four naked dancers and tugged on his hard cock with a great big grin all over his face. This was the kind of party I liked I
"Come on, Mrs. Robinson, share her with us," said someone. She tightened her grip on me and shook her head. "Aw, come on! Don't be so selfish. You're supposed to be the perfect hostess!" complained the man. Mrs. Robinson refused to listen to him. Her hands were moving more widely now, caressing my breasts and pubic hair. Her lap seemed quite hot to me. I made myself comfortable, using her big bosom as a pillow, and I closed my eyes to make myself even more appealing to her. How many needs did I satisfy in her? I couldn't begin to guess. It was pure survival for me and perhaps a slice of the good life was at stake, too.
"Stand up, baby," she whispered urgently. I opened my eyes and she motioned for me to get up. I found my footing on the couch and straddled her lap so that my cunt was level with her face. She ignored the comments of her guests as she dug into my hair pie with all the force of a long-denied dyke, and I had to hang on to her shoulders to steady myself. She was battering me with her tongue, sucking out the juices, and eating me alive! Strong, sharp impulses ran through my body, displacing the mild indifference with a real, brewing passion. Who could withstand such an oral onslaught?!
I looked over my shoulder at what was going on behind me, and the guests had shed the last of their inhibitions with the last of their clothes. Wherever I looked there were naked bodies writhing about in heaps, there were no dancers, no watchers, only doers! Of course a few people were quicker to finish than others, and they drifted back to where Mrs. Robinson was making a meal out of me. My eyes were going out of focus, I was sweating and trembling, and when I climaxed, I sort of collapsed onto her lap and dropped off onto the floor. Mrs. Robinson was right there with me. She pushed me along the carpet until she was comfortable between my legs, and she went on eating until my head was spinning!
No one had eaten me this way, not even Tina. The rabidness of her assault, the pure passion and fire of her licking, made me come like a time bomb! She kept it up until her face was too sore to go on, and even then she hadn't found satisfaction. Mrs. Robinson got up and took off her clothes. I watched her as best I could. There were so many distractions, not the least of which was my throbbing cunt. I felt as though one more orgasm would be enough. But who could tell? Hadn't Tiny satisfied every last fiber in my body? And hadn't that been just a few hours ago? My labia were sore and I was sure they were red but the pleasures so far outweighed the pain that I could hardly wait for my burly lover to get back to it.
She had a big body, strong and round, with massive tits that hung like overripe watermelons and nipples like the ones people attach to baby bottles. A forest of pubic hair grew up to her navel and down to the insides of her tree-trunk thighs. When she moved, her flesh remained solid, and for a moment I felt totally intimidated by her. What a mass she was! How could I possibly satisfy her? It'd be like tackling a division of marines!
To my horror she squatted right over my face. Her cunt occupied my vista, a huge hairy spider that bulged pinkly down the center and dripped on me. I couldn't! No, no ... but when I hesitated she just sat on my face and I had a mouthful of cunt whether I wanted it or not. Pussy tastes like pussy, no matter from whom it hangs suspended. When I closed my eyes it was hard to tell whether I was eating Tina or Gina, except that this was a good deal larger than cunts I'd eaten previously. My tongue shot out and joined in with my lips and teeth to work her labia over. I pulled at them and tugged at them, sucked them until she began to bounce up and down. And, using my fingers to spread her cunt open wide, I let my tongue run the full length of her drowned valley until it located the clitoris.
That was her weak point No matter how big or strong she was, that tiny knob half-buried in all the juicy flesh was as vulnerable as anyone's. I sucked it down in between my teeth and chafed at it until her hoarse cries alarmed me. She was shaking and yelling, and I felt sure she'd collapse on top of me any second. Her body could crush me! At the same time I didn't want her to get mad at me, so I kept milking her clitoris with my mouth and nudging her ass-hole with the tip of my nose. She had a hand between her powerful thighs and manipulated her clitoris whenever I let her have a piece of it.
We sucked each other off in a frenzy of passion. Her strong jaws clamped down around my cunt and squeezed it dry of juice and ecstasy, and my tongue wormed its way in and out of her cunt as rapidly as any finger ever had. She was remarkably tight in there but then I didn't think she'd ever been a big favorite with men. My hands were squeezing her big cheeks, working them to one side or the other, jiggling them, digging my fingernails in, eating until I really couldn't eat another drop. My jaw muscles were screaming in pain. I had to lie back and let her have her way with me.
Mrs. Robinson hardly noticed that I had stopped. She went on eating me like a shark, big mouthfuls, greedy, slurping it up. At last my inertness got through to her and she rolled off me, lit two cigarettes and passed one on to me. Neither of us said a word. Around us the party raged. Men chased women, women chased women, maids and cooks and dancers were locked in amorous embraces. The party was an unqualified success. But I could see now why Tina hadn't wanted me to come here, and I was flattered by her anger. She was jealous! My affection or love or whatever, hadn't waned. I was just glad she felt so strongly about me.
Luckily, Mrs. Robinson couldn't read my thoughts or she might have thrown me out of the window. She felt great and she told me so. She also told me that I could move in with her if I wanted. How could I refuse her without hurting her feelings? I said I wanted time to think about that, when my head wasn't muddled by brandy. She said she understood. How tender she was now that she had gotten some of her wild oats sown! She got me another drink, asked if I was comfortable, and then announced that the party was over.
"Sorry everyone, but it's getting late," she said firmly.
"But Mrs. Robinson," objected one of the ladies, "we paid good money for a good time!"
"You've had a good time. Goodnight." The guests were disappointed but they had had a good time and they knew it. One by one they took their leave, maids and cooks began the mammoth task of cleaning up after them, the dancers put their imagine clothes back on, and Mrs. Robinson told me to go back to the dorm with them. "We'll talk again tomorrow," she said before I left her house. "Do think about it ... darling."
The endearment came out awkwardly as if she was out of practice. I nodded, blew a kiss at her, and darted off into the night. My fellow dancers and I had been warned to keep everything under our hats. No one was to know about the orgies.
"And," Dog had added, "if word does get out you'll all be punished real bad. I'll carve my initials into your face with my razor and I'll slice your fucking clits off. You get it?"
We swore by all that was sacred to us that we got her point. My clit contracted at the very idea. It was great to get out into the cool night air, away from the dense smoke and the frenzied satyrs. We'd had a good time. Now it was back to reality.
Before we went back to our respective dorms we sat on a bench outside the mess hall and had a cigarette. There wasn't much to say. The brandy still had us hot and silly, the smell of sex was all over us. And before we had finished our cigarettes, we were so tired that we could hardly stand up. Somehow we got back to our beds, groping through the dark dorm and undressing unsteadily. I had half expected Tina to be waiting for me, but everyone seemed to be sleeping soundly. Just as well. I wasn't in any condition to talk seriously.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Everybody up!" The women groaned, complained, and slowly got out of their beds. "Not you, Ellen, your breakfast is on the way," said the guard. I was surprised but quickly got back into my warm bed and pulled the blankets over myself. The night before had been an arduous one and I was far from recovered. Helen and Tina stared at me briefly, then shook their heads and went on with their daily routine. But Dog looked at me as if she wanted to kill me.
Well, fuck 'em, I thought luxuriously. My breakfast arrived on a tray and I consumed it slowly. By the time I was done, the dorm was empty. I set the tray down by the side of my bed and turned over to sleep a bit more. No one disturbed me so I slept right through until lunch. A guard came in with a letter from Mrs. Robinson, inviting me to eat with her. Hardly a matter of choice. I showered and dressed, and walked up to her house.
I knew what was coming and had tried to prepare for it. But I wasn't ready for the sight of a woman in love. She was nuts about me! That big bulldog dyke simpered and whispered sweet nothings at me, she waited on me hand and foot, and all I felt was a rising contempt. She was too old and too ugly to be fetching and coy. I was sorry for her but I couldn't even consider her offer to have me move in.
"It's a big decision," I told her as diplomatically as I could, "and I need more time to think. You're a wonderful woman, strong and handsome, and I'm very flattered that you would want me to live with you. But you understand, don't you, that I have to give this a lot of thought?"
"I don't," she said, looking hurt. "What's the alternative? You either live in comfort or with those criminal bitches in the dorms. I don't see your problem."
"It's the commitment," I squirmed. "I'm not sure I'm ready for a woman like you, you demand a lot and I'm not used to giving."
"I'll teach you." She looked ready to get down on her knees and beg me to stay, but I had to be adamant Nights with her would be unbearable. Especially with Tina so near. I talked long and hard, and in the end she gave in, but only because she became afraid I would hate her if she didn't
I walked out of her house shaken. More than a week remained of my sentence and I would have to be super-careful the whole time. The best thing to do was talk with Tina. I found her in the garden, not actually working but just soaking up the sun. She ignored me at first but when I explained what had happened she mellowed.
"Yeah, well, I figured you wouldn't go for that shit," she nodded. "So what's happening with you and Mrs. Robinson?" That was another story, and a far more disturbing one as far as Tina was concerned. She heard me out, her expression neutral, but her eyes gave her away. She started to check out the guards, probably to make sure none of them would tell Mrs. Robinson of this incident And when I finished the story she told me to meet her in the dorm in five minutes' time. "You sit here until then."
I sat in the sun and watched the other women toiling in the garden. Helen was among them, and when Tina had disappeared she came over toward me, weeding all the way. She remained stooped over her work but she talked to me very intently. "What are you doing with that black deviant?" she said. "Honey, you don't need her to get off. There's a lot of ways a woman can find satisfaction in prison. I know, I've been here before. You're better off sticking with me because that bitch is trouble, honey, trouble with a capital T."
"She's a good friend," I said noncommittally.
"The hell she is. She's crazy about your white ass!" She spat the last words out viciously and glared up at me. I didn't know what to say, so she went on: "She threatened you, right? She told you not to hang out with me? Well, don't you worry about her and that Dog bitch, because I can take care of their asses just like that. I know you're scared but I ain't. I eat mother-fuckers like that for breakfast!"
Big talk, I thought. My troubles seemed to be multiplying by the minute, and I was so tangled up that I couldn't think how to warn Helen. And then I got tired of thinking. Why should I care that other women wanted to monopolize me? My only concern was to get out of this jail in one piece. Perhaps the more allies I had, the better my chances would be.
"She's a friend, Helen, why can't you get that through your head. And you're a friend, too, that's the truth."
"You're right on the second count, Ellen, but I'm gonna tell Tina to back off. It's for your own good."
I sighed and threw up my hands in despair. There was no talking to her. I walked over to the dorm and found Tina sitting on her bed, naked, smoking and browsing through the paper, while
Dog nibbled away at her labia and clit. Tina knew how to live, I reflected.
"Ah, there you are. Get away from me, Dog, go lie down. Now then, we've got some hard talking to do. Mrs. Robinson is dangerous. But we got Dog and Dog scares the hell out of anybody. See, she ain't afraid of pain, she loves it. Solitary confinement, electric shocks to her cunt, she don't care. Nothing can stop her." Tina went on talking but I could tell she was thinking all the while. I wanted to sit with Tina and touch her all over but she didn't seem in the mood.
"I don't see that it's such a problem," I ventured. "We can sleep together and everything, we just have to be more private about it. Mrs. Robinson will go on asking me to move in with her and I'll keep stalling her until my sentence is over."
"You're being naive now," Tina said severely. "She's not letting you out of here until she gets what she wants from you."
"Oh." That threw a different light on the subject. I'd seen enough movies about prison life to know that the director of one of these institutions can do pretty much as he or she-likes. And much as I loved Tina, I still wanted to get back to freedom as soon as possible.
"See, she used to like me best of all the women in here," said Tina. "Mrs. Rob used to eat my pussy all night long and I put up with it because I knew it was better than weeding that mother-fucking garden all day long." She rubbed her cunt as if the memory of that still pained her. "Man, I used to loathe that fat old bitch. But, you know, it made it easy time. Now we're all in trouble. She-likes you better, which means I'm out in the cold. So ... probably I would have had to make a move even if you did like Mrs. Rob. Yeah ...
She fell back on the bed, rolled over, and took a cigarette out of a packet. Dog was quick to light it for her. I admired the firm roundness of her cheeks and the way they curved back into the small of her back. She was so muscular and lithe, yet such a full-blown woman, that I couldn't imagine anyone else turning me on quite as much. She sat up and crossed her legs, cradling her tits with one arm as she smoked and thought.
"You look edgy," she said, and right away snapped her fingers at Dog. The mousy creature scampered over to me and before I could protest she had lifted my legs over her shoulder, stuck her head up my dress, pulled my panties' crotch aside and was tucking into my pussy as if she were starving. Much as I enjoyed being eaten, Dog just repelled me. I did my best to put up with it but the idea of her pointed little teeth being so close to my clitoris made me shiver in disgust. My endurance couldn't hold out and suddenly I pushed her away violently.
"Not today, thanks," I snapped. She must have seen the revulsion in my eyes because she crept away and lay down on the rug beside Tina's bed, to glower up at me like a mad dog. She might be a masochist but she wasn't into being rejected, apparently. It bothered me that Dog and I couldn't get along but I wasn't like Tina, I couldn't have gon through night after night of getting eaten out by a woman I didn't like. Once was more than enough.
I adjusted my clothes and told Tina I would see her later. I felt like taking in a little fresh air and sun, and with that objective I wandered out to the far end of the prison compound where the pool was. The pool was one of the real luxuries in this place, and normally reserved for use by the prison staff. But Tina and I were allowed to use it for as long as Mrs. Robinson favored us, and inmates were granted privileges there by way of reward for good behavior. When I arrived, the pool was deserted.
I took off my clothes and found a towel, took a quick dip, and stretched out in the sun. How sweet it was to lie as inert as a rock, just basking in the warmth and peace of the place. I spread my hair as much as possible to make it a little blonder and then closed my eyes to doze while the sun touched up the color of my skin. I wasn't worried about sunburn because my tan was largely intact. Perfect peace, and, for the moment, perfect security. Even when I heard footsteps near me, it didn't occur to me to check out who it was.
"Don't make a sound!" I heard a woman hiss behind me. "And don't move! I love you and I want you, and nothing's going to stop me." Strong hands grabbed my arms and held them behind my back, a knee held my body in place, and then I felt the brush of a warm pussy rub against my hands. I was being raped by a woman! But who? I thought I recognized the voice but couldn't be sure.
"You're hurting me," I said. "Let me go, I won't run away."
"Yes you will, you love that black bitch, you don't want any part of me!" Aha, now I knew who it was.
"Don't be silly, Helen, it could have been you but you kept telling me how you didn't swing that way."
"I don't!" But there she was, grabbing my ass and trying to get at my tits with all her might. Her body covered mine and she began to pump away at me with her naked loins. It felt very pleasant but then I remembered my dilemma.
"Helen, wait, hold on a second. There's something I have to tell you," I said, trying to roll her off me. She wouldn't get off me. "You don't understand, Mrs. Rob is crazy about me, she'll throw you into solitary confinement if she sees you do this to me. And Tina will have Dog cut you up. Come on, stop it!"
"You're just trying to refuse me," she said, holding me down with all her strength. She was far too big and strong for me.
"No, not at all, I think you're very attractive and I like you a lot. That's why I'm trying to warn you. Couldn't we go some place more private and do it there?"
No answer. She got a finger into my cunt and pushed it back and forth in a crude attempt to excite me. I got the impression that she hadn't done this kind of thing before. I put up with her rough ministrations for as long as I could, and then I told her I thought she was an amateur.
"Oh yeah!" she panted. "I'll show you who's an amateur around here. Don't move or I'll lay you out." She got off me and I knew better than to try to make a run for it. So I lay there, motionless, not knowing what to expect, and it struck me that my body and face were certainly getting me into a lot of sticky situations these days. There had been a time (it seemed like years ago) when people referred to me as a vestal virgin. Well, I was still a virgin but the vestality was wearing mighty thin. She came back and squatted behind me. My skin crawled with the tension of it all. What was she doing back there? It was a relief when she touched me again. Her fingers ran over my buttocks, squeezing and pinching, pulling them apart. The tip of her finger caressed my ass-hole and I closed my eyes and sighed with contentment. It tickled so deliciously and promised so much. If only I had known how much that promise entailed.
Helen didn't stick her tongue up that tiny orifice. Her plans were cast on a grander scale than that. But I was blissfully unaware of that while she worked her fingertip around and around, pushing gently to make the muscles part and to penetrate my lower depths. Half an inch, an inch, and more entered my body to provide me with a maddening mixture of discomfort and pleasure. In and out, loosening me up and getting me hot. I was having the time of my life-until I felt her finger pop out and something thick and blunt and smooth touched my ass-hole.
I couldn't help myself, I snapped my head around and looked to see what she was doing. To my horror I noticed she had on a belt from which stuck the biggest plastic cock I had ever seen I "Oh God, no!" I cried, but she just leered at me and pushed my face back down on my folded arms. I wanted to cry when the synthetic glans touched down again and pressed hard against my nervously spasming sphincters. Nothing could stop her, the best idea was probably to try to relax. But the image of that big plastic cock made me freeze up all over.
It was power against power. She was humping back there, doing her utmost to work that horrid cock into me, and I was bearing down and closing my ass off to any intrusion. Eventually she straddled my ass, leaned down on the dildo, and held my ass open with both hands. The struggle was increasingly futile. She pushed the knob in and almost broke my anus. Only Mother Nature prevented her from getting in any deeper. With a muffled curse she jumped up, fetched a bottle of suntan lotion that some thoughtless guard had left behind, and poured the slick fluid all over the dildo and my ass. I was done for.
The lubricant made the big cock slide up my ass smoothly-even for me. She moved it back and forth as she pushed, jiggling it and maneuvering it until it was right up me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move, and if she hadn't stopped right there and given me a chance to adapt to it, I might have expired on the spot. But she did stop and my body did adapt, and suddenly there was much less pain than pleasure. To top it off, she pushed one hand under my body to maul my tits, and another to stimulate my clitoris. She was crushing down on me, feeling me up, and the dildo was at rest inside me.
"How do you like that?" she said hoarsely. "Bet that black dyke can't give it to you this way. When Helen fucks you, you know you're getting fucked!" And with that her hips began that ancient motion, up and down, up and down, the dildo sliding along my anal passage and making me feel giddy all over. But for the suntan lotion it would have been torture. As it was, I felt a fullness down there that excited me beyond belief. It was the closest I'd been to being fucked by a man and all at once the fantasies of old came flooding back. Restless, throbbing cocks charged with sexual energy, bobbing by the dozen before my face, threatening me, arms at the ready, a regiment of rigid members aching to stuff themselves into my melting cunt. I pushed my ass back up at her and spread my legs to let her enter me more easily, and with that small sign of encouragement Helen went to town. I heard her grunting and moaning above me, felt her sweat and spit dribbling on me, and took the brunt of her lust right up my ass. What did I care if Mrs. Rob or Tina saw us? This was living! When I got out of prison I would get a man to do it to me! No more fooling about with women, cocks were where it was at.
"Give it to me," I moaned,' hoping she would shove it up my pussy and deflower me once and for all. "I need it so badly. Oh Helen, make love to me everywhere I"
"Is that what you want?" The dildo was withdrawn from my ass and for a second I felt like a punctured balloon. "Okay, suck on it." She turned me around and pulled my head toward the greasy dildo. At first I refused but when she wiped the dildo thoroughly with a towel and removed all the suntan lotion, I let myself be bullied into doing it for her.
The contentment that came over her face was remarkable. It was as though I was fulfilling a lifelong fantasy for her. She sat on folded legs and held the dildo into place while I knelt in front of her and licked and sucked at the imitation cock. There wasn't much in it for me but as long as it excited her I was prepared to go on with the charade. Her hand began to slide up and down the cock and her breathing became labored and erratic. "Yes sweetheart, suck it, lick it, oh God that's nice, around the knob now, at the very tip of it, yes, yesssssss, come on now baby, swallow it, take it in your mouth!" She moved her loins back and forth so that the plastic cock fucked my face, and I had to struggle just to keep her from choking me. Suddenly she stiffened, cried out, and grabbed my hair with both hands to pull me down over her cock in a final burst of ecstasy. "AAAA-
AAAAHHHHhhhhhhh ... ." It was over. She fell back, turned the other way, and fell asleep almost at once.
I felt a little lost at this sudden finish. My ass tingled hot and cold, I felt choked up at both ends, and there was a climax clogging up my system somewhere. Since Helen was asleep there was nothing for it but to abort that stray climax all by myself. I stretched out on the towel and caressed my tits slowly, working myself up and teasing myself just as I had done so often in college. There ... there, now I was getting somewhere. One hand stayed at my tits, the other strayed downward to bury itself in my hairy mound. Nimble fingers unpeeled the clitoris and rendered it vulnerable, one finger dipped into my wet pussy and brought the fluid up to make the rubbing smoother, and away I went.
I hadn't lost the knack. My body shuddered and squirmed as emotions ran through me and my blood pounded against my temples. That lump of ecstasy moved slowly downward until it exploded in my loins and left me wracked and happy by the side of the pool. Taking a nap suddenly seemed like a very good idea.
When I came to, Helen had gone. I got dressed and strolled back to the dorm. Everyone was back from work and all of them were grouped about two of the women, who were quarreling loudly. I pushed through to see who they were, and found Helen and Tina at loggerheads. They were mad as hell and a couple of the women were holding them back. It didn't take much for me to figure out that the fight had to do with me. It turned out one of the guards had seen Helen attack me, had passed the information on to Tina, and now Tina felt she had to avenge me. There was nothing I could do. If I were to tell Tina that I didn't mind being attacked, she'd be angry at me, and if I tried to come between them it would only aggravate matters. So I moved back out of sight and hoped the conflict would be settled peaceably. Fat chance. The women broke away from the re-strainers and attacked each other fiercely. They were both strong and seasoned, and I could tell from the sounds that they weren't just pulling hair. Solid blows landed, they grunted with the effort each time they swung, and when one of them went down the other jumped on top of her.
"Okay, okay, break it up!" A couple of guards came in with their nightsticks at the ready. The inmates parted and let them get to the arena, where they pulled Tina and Helen apart with the kind of expertise that comes from experience. Tina was told to move back but Helen was taken out of the dorm. When the guards took her towards the sports area we all knew she was headed for a period in solitary.
Why had they taken Helen and not Tina? The guard who had told Tina must have passed the news on to Mrs. Robinson as well. The party was getting rougher. I felt badly for Helen but again, I was powerless to step in. For the first time since I had been interned I felt a real sense of claustrophobia. Wherever I turned there were emotional entanglements with women capable of anything. I had to get out of there and soon!
When the hubbub had died down, the women went back to their own beds or washed up for dinner. Tina came over to me and walked me to the mess hall. She had a lot of questions. "You dig her? Did you give her the eye? How come you didn't tell me first?" And so on. She was burning with jealousy and suspected that I preferred Helen to her. Her every word, move, and glance spelled danger. I chose my words carefully as I explained that she had raped me, but that I understood her problems and that I liked her as a friend. Naturally I wouldn't want her to get into trouble. But it was Tina I loved.
"You people are weird," said Tina, referring to Caucasians at large. I understood now that she didn't trust this affair because it had been with a white woman. But how could I hope to convince her that I preferred her, Tina, over everyone? My frustration grew by the second. Here I had all these women running after me, yet I couldn't wield any power over them or make them listen to me. A cleverer woman than I would have been running the prison by this time.
Mrs. Robinson made an appearance in the mess hall. She stood near my table and watched with eagle eyes. I realized I'd sat too close to Tina. Tina saw it, too, but it was too late to move. Mrs. Rob said or did nothing. But when she left without so much as a word to me, I knew the trouble had started in all seriousness.
Just before lights-out, Tina was summoned to Mrs. Robinson's house. The black woman knew even better than I that she was in jeopardy. She took Dog aside and whispered instructions to her, pointing at me several times as she did so. She winked at me and walked out into the night. The lights went out and the women went to bed, but it was late by the time the talking stopped.
I waited for hours but Tina didn't return. Dog paced about the dormitory, seemingly able to see in the dark. At two in the morning she came to my bed, shook me and told me to get dressed and follow her. "Where are we going?" I asked. She didn't answer. When I was ready, she marched out of the dorm and across the vast space separating our facilities from that belonging to the staff. Dog was like a machine set into motion. A guard approached her and told her to return to her quarters. Dog ripped the guard's nightstick out of her hands and laid her out with a sharp, precise rap on the head. She kept the stick and used it proficiently to knock out another sentry, and to lever a window in Mrs. Robinson's house open.
"Get in," she whispered. I climbed into a dark room, she followed, closed the window, and marched onward. The house was still. We went through the lobby and up the stairs. We heard faint sounds coming from the bedroom, so that's where we went. Unfortunately we had underestimated Mrs. Robinson's intelligence. As we reached the top of the stairs two guards jumped out and pinned us against the wall. "Damn!" said Dog.
They twisted our arms behind our backs and frog-marched us into the bedroom. Dog gasped and my eyes opened wide when we saw what Mrs. Robinson was doing. She had Tina spread-eagled on her bed, her wrists and ankles tied securely to the four posts, and she was working her pussy over with a vibrator. That in itself didn't seem such a horrible punishment, but after we'd watched her at it for a while we noticed that she withdrew the vibrator whenever Tina became too excited. She took no notice of us and when the guards had tied us to chairs, they left us alone. Mrs. Rob bent over her work, caressing Tina's tortured clitoris deftly, timing it to make it excruciating for her. And when Tina tried to maintain a stony face to fake her out, Mrs. Rob let herself be guided by her pussy's wetness. Dog couldn't stand to see her mistress being ill-treated. She strained at her bonds and looked all over the room in search of an instrument with which to cut them. But when she had no luck at either endeavor she relapsed into a peculiar indifference, almost like a trance. Her eyes glazed over, she relaxed, and no matter what Mrs. Robinson did to Tina, she didn't let it register.
It was harder on me to have to sit by and watch. Mrs. Robinson had had me tied up, which meant I wasn't high on her hit parade at that moment. But why? I hadn't done anything ... except break into her house with Dog. Mrs. Rob had taken to tickling Tina with a feather, right under her arms, on her nipples, everywhere the black woman was vulnerable. Tina screamed laughing, tears came rolling down her cheeks, and finally the laughter turned to painful sobs and grimaces. When that bored the director she took a riding crop from her bedside dresser and stung Tina with it all over her body. I winched at every lash, as if it was me getting beaten and not my lover.
"That's what I do in my prison," said Mrs. Robinson, turning to me and brandishing the crop. "People here don't cross me. Nobody. You don't cross me. Helen told me that you were Tina's lover. I don't appreciate that. You were playing with me." And I received a stinging cut along my cheek. She missed my eye by an inch. The pain started slowly and grew more and more intense, burning into my skin. My dislike of her galvanized into hatred at that moment.
Mrs. Robinson surveyed the scene. Tina on the bed, with dark welts all over her body. Dog slumped in her chair, seemingly asleep. And me, near to crying with pain and frustration. She snorted and left the room, saying she would be back in a second. The moment the door closed, Dog was in action. She rolled forward so that the chair came off the floor, and she hobbled over behind my chair. I heard her gnawing at my ropes, and I thought of those pointed teeth and her love of pain. An ideal combination under the circumstances. I didn't believe she could gnaw through the rope but there was nothing else to hope for.
Suddenly I felt the ropes fall from my wrists. I pulled free and rushed to untie Dog's bonds. My nerves were jangling and my fingers trembled but I managed to undo the knots. Once Dog was free we were on the way! Both of us helped untie Tina, and the three of us formed a suprise party for Mrs. Robinson's return.
Minutes ticked by. Had Mrs. Robinson anticipated us? We lurked behind the door and waited. At last we heard footsteps coming down the hall. The door opened. We waited one more second to see who it was. First Helen entered, right behind her was the bulldog shape of Mrs. Rob. The guards were nowhere to be seen. So she hadn't foreseen this. Tina closed the door, Dog and I grabbed hold of the two women-and the two women, far from being intimidated, struck back.
I couldn't believe it. I had seized Helen, assuming she would be glad to join us in our attack on Mrs. Robinson. Instead she knocked me down and jumped on me to pin me! I tried to fight back but I was no match for her. At the same time Mrs. Robinson picked up Dog and swung her through the air as though she was a bag of old rags, depositing her on the bed with a crash. The tables had been turned. Mrs. Rob moved toward Tina and Tina, our last hope, stood there and waited for her. I tried not to provoke Helen. She watched the confrontation closely, prepared to pitch in should Mrs. Robinson have any trouble. Tina let the burly woman come close, feinted with her left and threw a right that staggered the bulldog. Before Mrs. Rob could recover, Tina caught her on the point of the jaw with another solid punch, and now Helen leaped up to lend her support. The big blonde lunged at Tina, throwing a left and a right and connecting with one of them, giving Mrs. Rob a chance to recover. Dog had been stunned but she was on her feet and shaking her head in an effort to see straight. Her head had bounced off the bed's headboard. That left it to me to give Tina a hand.
I hated fighting but I had been stripped of choices. There was a chair near me and I swung it with all my strength. It caught Helen in the ribs and she sank down to the ground with an unhappy moan. Dog came over and pressed her thumbs into the director's neck, which acted like a pole-ax on the big woman. We had won the battle. The tables were turned on them as we tied them to the bed.
We were all set to repay Mrs. Robinson for everything she had ever done to us but first I wanted to know why Helen had turned against me. She explained that Mrs. Robinson had asked her to move in with her and that she had agreed on the condition that her sentence be cut in half. Naturally she didn't want us to interfere with her plans. She was sorry but that was the reality of doing time. I understood only too well.
"We're making a mistake here," I said to Tina and Dog. "If we fuck with them they'll get us one way or another. We're still in prison and it belongs to Mrs. Robinson. Why don't we try to work out some agreeable arrangement among ourselves?"
Tina and Dog were in the grip of a vindictive passion and refused to listen. With Mrs. Robinson's riding crop and Dog's razor they began to torture the twosome in the most refined way possible, a tiny nick here and a little cut there. I couldn't stand by and take it. Yet I couldn't alert the guards either. What was I to do?
I was taken off the horns of this dilemma by the guards, who came into the room on a routine check. Within seconds Tina and Dog were in handcuffs, and I would have been had Mrs. Robinson not intervened. The two women were taken away to a private cell but I was invited to stay over for the night with Helen and Mrs, Robinson. That is, Mrs. Rob invited me. Helen stood behind her and shook her head.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Robinson, but I'm utterly exhausted," I said. She released me reluctantly but she had Helen to keep her warm. Before I could get out of the room they were hugging and falling on the bed, so it looked as though Helen had learned something about herself during her rape of me.
The guards led me back to the accommodation block. It was near dawn but a lot of the women were awake. Prison life wasn't the most exciting existence and now that something was happening they all wanted to share in it. I told the story as best I could, amid yawns and other hints that I wanted to get to bed. They wouldn't let me go until every detail had been divulged, and by that time I was so tired that I couldn't get to sleep.
Alone in my bed, my thoughts turned to Tina and Dog. My feelings about Tina were so mixed up. On the one hand I loved her more than any person I'd ever met, on the other I didn't think it would work out. Besides that, ever since Helen had introduced that dildo into my body my fantasies had leaned strongly toward the phallic. In bed, with the light of early morning spilling
I through the window, I reached down to my pussy and covertly worked a finger around my clitoris until I was wet enough to push that same finger up myself. It felt nice down there. My cunt muscles nipped at the slender intruder, checking out its proportions and gauging how much more they could take. One more to be sure. I looked at the neighboring beds and saw that everyone was asleep again.
A second finger joined the first one in there. It was hard to reach in without straining, until I drew my legs up and back. Then the two fingers eased in and out smoothly. I closed my eyes and
I dreamed of cocks and balls, and pretended that there was a man between my legs, who, without
I touching me, worked his cock in and out of me with strength and tenderness. A man who could make love like Tina. Was there such a creature?
I hoped so! My fingers felt nice but I knew that even a dildo would feel better. It was a case of nature fitting nature, and I just knew that a cock would fill me entirely, snug, custom-made. A whimper emerged, I turned over on my belly without taking my fingers out, and moved my hips up and down so as to fuck my fingers. That was almost like the real thing ... wasn't it? I didn't know but I longed to find out. My first task was to get out of this jail, out into the real world where men abounded. It didn't matter which male did the job, all that counted was that some male would deflower me and give me a taste of his kind of sex. Perhaps I would still prefer women. Perhaps not.
A small, intense climax swelled in my belly and popped softly like fireworks. I wriggled about on my fingers for a little longer to make sure every vestige had been taken care of, then withdrew my hand and stuck the fingers in my mouth to lick them clean. When I turned over on my back I noticed the woman in the bed next to mine staring at me through half-closed eyes. No men, no privacy, just a bunch of horny pussies!
I gave her a nasty look and tired to go to sleep again. After counting the days remaining in jail and dividing them into hours, minutes, and seconds, I managed to bring sleep on. But it was an uneasy, fitful doze that left me more dead than alive.
CHAPTER NINE
Mary and I sat by the pool and drank in the sun. Pool privileges weren't issued often but when Mrs. Robinson was in love the inmates were treated well. It was a hot day and the pool was filled with women who dove and splashed and shrieked, all of them happy to be in the water rather than at work in the market gardens. There were too many of them for the liking of Mary and me, so we sat and watched them act like kids. Everyone wore bikinis, a peculiar condition since we all saw each other naked more often than we wanted. But Mrs. Robinson didn't want the jail to become a tourist attraction for voyeurs.
In two days' time I would be released and my impatience made it hard for me to sleep at night. Tina and Dog had been in solitary for the past week and would remain there for another month or so. Helen and Mrs. Rob were inseparable. And I, lonely and bored, had struck up a relationship with Mary, because she was the most agreeable of the women. She was small and pretty with brown hair and big eyes, she had no will of her own, and whatever I suggested was fine by her.
"Let's get away from this bunch," I said, getting up. She followed me without a word, to a strip of lawn behind the filter shed, and lay down next to me. "It's nice and quiet here. Come on, let's take these prison bikinis off. God, have you ever seen such monstrosities? Mine must be ten sizes too big!"
Mary laughed and said that hers must be, too. It was always a pleasure to see her naked. She looked more like a girl than a woman, so innocent and she was slender to the point of being boyish. But she had a succulent little cunt made for eating-or, if not exactly made for a sumptuous meal, it was made to be snacked upon. Her labia were small and plump, the inner lips delicate little tidbits that made my mouth water just to look at them, and the dark hair that grew by the sides of her cunt swelling was matted and sparse as if she shaved it. But she didn't, she just hadn't fully developed. I made her lie down in front of me so I could peer at her miniature pussy while fingering my own. And, at my suggestion, she started to play with herself. This was my favorite pastime now that Tina was behind lock and key. I had no urge to engage in passionate sessions. My dreams were filled with vibrant cocks and huge, heavy clusters of balls, and until I satisfied this strange urge I couldn't involve myself totally with the female anatomy. I just enjoyed it. Mary drew her legs back and parted them wide so that sunbeams fell right on her pink little cunt, and I lay on my side and rested my head on one arm while my other hand was in between my legs plucking away at my clitoris until I was tempted to forget about cocks and dive into her box.
Our mutual masturbation sessions were private. None of the women would have minded if we did it in the dorm but we liked to sneak off like two naughty girls and to do it in the open but out of sight. In the late evenings we had gone to the back of the TV room and had fingered each other until our sloppiness gave us away. Or we'd sit just outside Mrs. Rob's house and we'd jerk off imagining all that was going on in there. With Mary I spent some blissful, innocent days, and I would miss her when I left She was in for murdering her mother so she'd hardly be in a position to keep me company.
We came undone gently and sort of lolled into a doze, contented and satisfied. Not long after some women entered our realm but ignored us and set to making love very noisily. I woke up and peered at them through my lashes, a little afraid to interrupt them, and what I saw quite upset me. They were two big women with huge, pendulous tits and fat, mottled thighs. Their big asses had strange bulges and double chins, their cunts were covered in thick bushes of hair which, in turn, were partly concealed by rolls of flab. And yet they were crazy about each other. They embraced and rolled about on the lawn, pushing and shoving with their loins, panting as they strove to get off on each other, fingering, biting nipples, and laughing now and then as they got stuck in awkward positions.
"Get off me, you pig!" shouted one after the other had settled on her face. "You weigh a ton!"
"And you love every ounce of it," rasped the other woman, pushing the other's hands out of the way and sitting right back down again. She took pity on her partner presently and bent over to gobble at her cunt while feeding her friend, and the two of them smacked their lips and sucked up the juice as if they were trying to outdo each other. I couldn't stand to watch, yet I was fascinated. How could such gross people bear to touch each other? I looked over at Mary but she was fast asleep. Still, I felt sure she would agree with me.
One of the big dykes produced a strap-on dildo of the type that Helen had used on me, only much bigger. The artificial cock stood out some ten or twelve inches from her bulging belly, and it was too thick for her to encircle it with her hand. Her friend, grunting eagerly, adopted the canine position and looked over her shoulder as the monster was maneuvered toward her big slash. I thought I was going to throw up! The armed dyke fucked her friend mercilessly, slamming the big cock into her like a battering ram, and the other one loved it. "More, more, more, you feeble bitch!" she yelled. "They don't make 'em like they used to, give it to me, give it all to mel"
They fucked their way across the lawn, and when their backs were turned toward us I took the opportunity to slip away. Let Mary stay there, she was tooingenuous to know what was going on, anyway. I ran back to the dorm, naked, my bikini abandoned for the sake of my stomach, and when I reached my bed I crashed on it and tried to go back to sleep just to erase all those obese images from my mind. Was that how I would end up? A fat jailbird driven to fuck other women with fake cocks just to pretend I was living in spite of being locked up? The future knocked and I didn't like the sound. No, I had to get away from this environment and from women in general. I had to normalize myself!
For the rest of my time in jail I stayed away even from Mary. It wouldn't hurt me to abstain for two days, I told myself, and it would give me a chance to prepare myself for normal life. On the day of my release, I found myself trembling with expectations. Men, my own clothes, freedom of choice, it all lay just on the other side of the fence. The forms were filled out, I was given my belongings and some money, and one of the guards opened the gate for me. Free!
I arrived back at the campus late that afternoon. Already the novelty had worn thin, and walking back into my room was positively anti-climactic. I had learned so much in the past two weeks that it would be impossible to go back to this kids' stuff. As if to confirm that impression, Gina came in and screamed, threw herself around my neck, and covered my face with kisses.
"Ellen, oh darling, where have you been! I've been so worried about you, so lonely without you, oh, tell me everything and right now!"
All I really wanted to do was lie down on my bed, smoke a cigarette, and mull things over. But I was touched by her happiness and so I sat down on her bed with her and told her the story in brief. I left out all the sexual details because that would have made her jealous. She could hardly keep her hands off me! As we talked she removed her clothes one by one and then sat by me in the nude, obviously waiting for me to make love to her.
How could I tell her that she couldn't hold a candle to Tina? I was playing with girls again, after being with women, and I couldn't make the adjustment. So I stood up and paced around, pretending to be too absorbed in my story to take notice of her. Gina was hurt but not defeated. She came over to me and put her arms around me. "What's the matter, Ellen, don't you remember how good it was? Did something change in prison?"
"It's not that ... of course things change. But I can't talk about that now. Let me take a shower and rest a while." She sat down and watched as I took off my clothes, wrapped a towel around me, and left the room. But if I thought I had shaken her off, I was mistaken. No sooner had I turned on the water than I found her behind me, also nude.
"Let's shower together."
"But what if the other women find us?" I objected.
"Oh let them, Ellen, Fm so happy to be with you again that none of that matters to me. Besides, we ought to come out of the closet-at least, if our emotions are real." She subjected me to a penetrating glance and then buried her face between my breasts. "Tell me it's real, Ellen," she said softly.
"Don't press me," I said. It was irritating to be forced into telling lies. Gina gave me a watery smile and began kissing my breasts tenderly. The hot water gushed over us and I tried my best to soap my body up, but she kept at it, licking and nibbling, determined to put me into a happier frame of mind. I was worried that someone would spot us. The last thing I needed was a reputation on campus. My contemporaries were so childish about things like that, and a reputation wouldn't do my chances of getting laid any good.
Luckily for me, this wasn't the time when the bathroom received much use. Gina sank to her knees and began to suck at my pussy right there in the shower stall, and I just didn't know what to do. The girl meant well and I was a little flattered that she liked me enough to go that far. But what could I do? Oh dammit, if she wanted to make love, the least I could do was relax and let her have her way.
So I leaned back against the stall and spread my legs a little further so that Gina could stick her tongue right into me. There, that was better. There was a time for thinking and a time for letting the mind go blank. Aaaahhhhh ... . I closed my eyes and relished each subtle sensation as it arose. That wasn't so bad. like beating off without hands. The water streamed over her head and it must have been hard for her to breathe, yet she went on eating me out relentlessly. She pressed her face right in between my thighs and let her tongue curl up so that it touched down on my clitoris and amplified the sensations so as to make them almost climactic
"Come on, come down on me!" she pleaded, her face lifted up at me. She looked pathetic I shook my head and motioned for her to get on with what she was doing. Gina obeyed but a minute later she was asking me again to give her some pussy licking. What a bore she was.
"Listen, if you want to eat me, go ahead. But if I'm not hungry, don't make a big deal about it!" I snapped. "But that's not fair!"
"If you don't like it, lump it," I said. She understood now that she was in no position to bargain. She stayed on her knees for a minute or so, deliberating, then shrugged resignedly and went back to eating me. I took it easy, relaxing every part of my body so as to enjoy her ministrations to the full. Now I knew how Tina felt when Dog groveled before her. The surge of power had thrilled me as much as Gina's licking. She was mine to do with as I pleased, and for the moment I wanted her to lap me into a state of ecstasy.
She succeeded after about five minutes, and once I had climaxed I lost all interest in her. "Now let me get on with my shower," I said. "I'm late enough as it is." Gina almost crawled out of the bathroom and I felt very guilty. When I came back into the room I had every intention of making it up to her. But she beat me to the punch.
"I don't care if you're rude to me," she said, "and I don't care if you're selfish. I just want to be your friend and to love you all the time."
"Do what you like but get out of my face for the time being," I said. "I have to see Harry and Richard before they leave the office."
"What about?" She just wouldn't take the hint
"About an article I want to write about my prison experiences! Now will you get out of the way?"
"All right, Fm only interested in your well-being." She backed off and I dressed in a hurry. Without saying another word, I shot out of there, and once again I felt as though I was leaving a prison. What was it about love that made people so stifling?
Richard was happy to see me, too, but warned me against seeing Harry. "Don't worry," I told him, "if nothing else he's a professional, and he can't refuse a good story just because we had a difference some time ago." Richard disagreed but I went on in anyway.
Harry wasn't pleased to see me. He gave me a sullen look and then pretended not to listen while
I explained the details of my scoop to him. My estimation of him had been incorrect, he was as subjective as the worst kind of amateur. Still ... as I looked him over and remembered that big cock, I began to think he might well serve another purpose. He could take care of my urgent desire to lose my virginity. And wouldn't such an offer make him see me differently? I decided to give it a try.
"Harry, look at me, don't shut me out. I've thought a lot about the last time we were together and I've regretted my errors. But we almost made it, didn't we? If I hadn't been such a lousy shot ... " I let the sentence trail off suggestively and smiled at him. Now he was puzzled. I could see suspicion in his eyes so I hastened to add: "Do you think your aim is better?"
"Maybe." He was beginning to get the picture and he got out of his chair and came over to me. "Yeah, I'm sure it is. Open your mouth." He pulled his cock out of his pants, thick and flaccid, and let it droop in front of my face like a pickled herring. All right, if that was how he wanted to start the ball rolling, I'd help him. My lips parted and closed around the fattening knob. I remembered the routine vividly. Harry had a penchant for this kind of treatment and I wanted to make it good for him so as to inspire him. My tongue got into the act, flicking at the tip of his knob, while my lips sucked on his rubbery flesh and moved back and forth. Harry came a little closer as his cock stiffened and expanded, and I took in an inch more to keep him happy. Down below, my pussy throbbed with excitement. Any moment now I would be impaled on this large prick and I would know what I had missed for so long.
"Go to it, baby, suck it hard," he groaned, pushing his dick down my throat. His hand came down and fondled my tits but I didn't get the feeling that he was particularly interested in my body, A faint despair mingled with the anticipation. Could it be that he only cared for getting his cock sucked? I couldn't be that unlucky. To make sure, I stepped up my sucking and licking, determined to get him so hot that he would attack me. "Yeah, take it in deep," he said, "let me come in your mouth."
"Now wait a minute!" He pushed me back down on his cock and he must have seen that he made a mistake in announcing his innermost desires, because he held me there and pumped his dick in and out of my mouth until his hot sperm exploded against the back of my throat and I almost drowned in the stuff. He withdrew as soon as the last drop had been spilled and sat back down. I had to retaliate somehow, so I went over to his desk and leaned over to where a batch of important papers were stacked. Then, before he could stop me, I let the spit and sperm dribble out of my mouth all over the papers. "You egotistical sonovabitch!" I said. "Don't you know when a woman needs it between her legs yet?"
"Look what you did!" He was outraged. Rather than square off against him I left his office and tried to think of someone else to sell my story to. One thing was for sure, I wouldn't use my body to make it more salable. It either sold itself or it wouldn't go anywhere.
"What's the matter with the big chief?" asked Richard. I merely shrugged and continued on my way out. "Hey, wait up. Let me buy you a cup of coffee." I glanced at my watch and saw that it was too late in the day to visit the city newspaper, so I nodded and waited while he got his jacket. "I'm a changed person," he announced as we made our way to the coffee shop. "You taught me a lot before you left. By the way, how was prison?"
"That's going to take an article to explain," I said. "But how have you changed? You look the same to me."
"That's the outside. Inside I'm more mature, more accepting. like, I don't mind at all now that you and Gina get it on occasionally. It's cool. All I want is for you to give me a chance to prove myself to you. I can do it, I can make you happy, you just have to open up to me."
"Which part exactly?" I asked sarcastically. He laughed and shook his head, and that in itself impressed me because a few weeks ago he would have blushed at such a comment. Maybe it would be nice to talk with someone about all the things that had taken place. It would provide me with perspective, would order the experience. I warmed toward Richard a little and allowed him to buy me a cup of coffee. We retreated to a booth and began talking, and as we talked I became more impressed with him. He seemed to understand a lot of things and he was certainly a good listener.
Eventually we went to a bar for a few drinks. I grew fonder of him and trusted him more. He heard about my prison experiences in great detail and yet he couldn't get enough. He asked questions, deliberated on issues with me and gave me helpful hints on how to order all that material into an article. "It'll sell," he told me, "and if you do it right, you'll make your name just from that piece alone."
"Oh boy, wouldn't that be something?" In my mind's eye I saw myself as an ace reporter, rushing from one fascinating assignment to the next, mixing with famous and infamous people, I saw, the photos and bylines, the midtown apartment I would maintain and the interesting guests who would come to party there-yes, it was just a matter of breaking through that barrier of anonymity and everything would be all right
"And if if s too controversial you can turn it into a novel and make it big on the best seller list," said Richard, dreaming at a faster pace than I could.
"That's an idea," I agreed. He wasn't such a bad guy after all. And the drinks helped me to warm to him. Nice-looking, pretty good body, and he was so understanding and helpful! He surely deserved something better than I had been giving him, especially now that he had grown up. He was kind of cute, actually. We drank and sat a little closer, had a few laughs, talked seriously about one another, and suddenly we were no longer in the bar but in his apartment.
The lights were low, it was easy to think he was handsomer than he was, and stronger. Richard sat so close and talked so intimately that I lost track of who we were to each other. And when he leaned forward to kiss me I offered him my mouth out of sheer forgetfulness. His lips were soft and his tongue insinuating, and I found myself going toward him, embracing him, and tonguing him in return. It was just a matter of keeping my eyes closed ... .He smelled nice, so masculine, who could believe he was the wimp of two weeks ago who had let me seduce him in his car. Must have been someone else. His body felt strong and lean, I longed to touch his nakedness, to run my fingers over the ridges of muscles in his stomach.
He was quick to take the initiative that evening. Before I could work my hands into his clothes he had already placed his hand on my breasts, and while he squeezed me he kissed me so passionately that I couldn't take his hand away. I was too distracted, too involved with his kissing, to focus on such a minor transgression. And then I thought, let him, let him, he's deserved it.
Another drink. He timed it well, giving me room to breathe just when I needed it as well as a booster shot. Those old inhibitions were creeping up on me, a frost spreading over my body. Brandy would cure that. A sip or two and back into his arms. I was surprised how much better he looked to me. This time I kissed him with my eyes open and it tasted even better. "Oh Richard, what are we doing?" I crooned.
"Nothing, honey, nothing at all." He was so soothing and smooth! His hands slid along the curves of my body, working up the various parts so that their heat spread and joined. I caressed him, too, but more shyly. There was so much time. He kissed me again, thrusting his tongue in and out of my mouth with great suggestiveness. I quivered all over at the thought of his cock doing that to my pussy. Would he? Dare I hope? I hadn't considered him as an eligible candidate for the deflowering ceremony, but why hadn't I? Dear Richard, always so kind. Why not!
And once I had set my mind to it, I made sure he would go the whole way. The first task was not to scare him off, the second not to let him get too fixated on my oral prowess. I caressed him more easily now, running my hand over his chest, undoing buttons, and sliding it down over his hard belly with a groan of emotion. He had my tits out of my blouse and cradled them in both hands, his head bent forward so he could kiss the nipples. Tiny flames of passion licked at the inside of my nipples. The frost fought a losing battle. I wasn't so scared of men anymore, not now that I'd had a taste of manly women. "You're making me feel good all over," I whispered into his ear, and right away he increased the pressure on my tits, nibbling and sucking at them, squeezing them hard and evoking all kinds of delightful sensations in them. My body started to catch on fire. I held him a little tighter with one arm and pushed my other hand down the waistband of his jeans, down to where his cock nestled in his underpants. He was hard already, rock-hard, and one quick motion of my hand brought the knob of his dick up out of his jeans.
He helped me along by undoing his belt and zipping his jeans off. Now, sitting next to me with only his shirt and shoes on, he started to resemble the boy I'd necked with in his car. But he behaved differently. This time it was he who took me into his arm, he who pressed a burning kiss on my lips, and it was his hands which kneaded and titillated me.
But when my blouse came off and my jeans followed, and I was down to a pair of panties to protect me from him, I got cold feet again. I wanted to explain my peculiarity to him but couldn't find the words. He must have sensed it because he ceased to be quite as aggressive, and just caressed my breasts with his fingertips and kissed me very lightly. I got the rhythm of my breathing right again, closed my eyes, and let the sensations wash over me. Another obstacle had been passed, but how many more were there?
Unexpectedly he slipped off the couch and moved in between my legs to nuzzle the crotch of my panties. I stiffened reflexively but he didn't stop. He pushed his face against my panties so as to rub my clitoris up, and little by little I felt myself growing damp and warm down there. He was like a cat, heading me, purring, licking, and his hands caressed my thighs with that gentle firmness of his that was breaking down my resistance in large lumps. His fingers slipped under my panties but instead of going to my pussy he pushed them under my ass and grabbed hold of me back there so as to lift me a little, to make it easier for his face to snuggle up to me.
We held that position for endless minutes of pleasure. The subtle stimulation excited and frustrated me, but by this time I was confident that Richard would come through for me. He would know when I'd had enough of the subtle stuff and needed the bestial bit. Until then ... relax, breathe deeply, fight back those nerves.
"You're beautiful," he murmured into my loins. "I've wanted you for a long time but I never knew how to get you until now. And now I'm going to make up for all those lost days and weeks and months!"
And to prove it he pushed my panties aside and let his tongue slither up and down the length of my cunt. My body twisted as if to escape such an excess of ecstasy but he stuck to it, licking, probing, and eating me up. I felt as though I was coming to the boil! The sensual delights that sprang from his licking me were all too familiar after my two weeks in a women's prison but there was more to this. After all, women could only lick. Richard could actually go all the way and fuck me afterwards.
Now I had to fight back the impatience. Almost! Almost! He ate me so well and when his tongue snuck up my pussy passage I thought he had done it. He got it right up there and I let out a scream before realizing what was actually up me. "Don't make me wait anymore, Richard, I want you so much!" I groaned. He needed no further encouragement. His cock was hard and upright, my pussy was dripping wet, all he had to do was climb on board.
His cock slipped inside, just a little but enough to make me shiver violently. My mind reeled, my heart thumped in my throat, and I thought I was going to be sick. I clung to him like a drowning person and implored him to be gentle. His cock was stuck, so he pulled back a little way and tried again. It came in slightly further but he wanted all of it to fit inside. Slowly he moved his cock back and forth, spreading my juices and loosening my muscles. I lay motionless, too much in suspense to be of any help to him. Losing one's virginity meant experiencing pain and I was waiting fearfully.
"God-DAMMIT!" he exclaimed suddenly and his cock barged into my cunt, reaming it wide open and bursting through the last obstacle. I felt a red flash of pain sear through my system and then it was over. He was right up me, lodged in to the hilt, and for the first time I felt what it was like to be full of manhood. He held it there for a moment, then started sliding it back and forth. I couldn't contain myself! This was so much better than any sex I had experienced that I felt like rushing out and telling the whole world about it! But of course they knew already.
His weight crushed me into the couch and his strong arms held me tightly as he worked his cock in and out, slowly, measuring each stroke. I could feel his dick expand and the veins throb as he entered me, and when his pubic bone banged into mine my clitoris got the most wonderful charge of energy. My nipples were as hard as bullets yet very sensitive, my tits felt bigger, my pussy lips felt positively obese, and my whole body pulsed with passion and lust. "Beautiful!" I panted, digging my fingernails into him and biting at his neck. "Do it a little faster now, show me the world!"
"Here it comes," His cock moved back so that only the tip had any contact with my body, and then, with a mighty grunt, he shoved it all up me. I screamed with shock and joy but I hadn't caught my breath before he did the same thing, over and over, and I just became hysterical! My hips bounced up from the couch to meet his on-rushing dick, my arms were locked around his body and my legs were flailing about in the air. I wanted him to come in even deeper, to pierce his way up to my throat!
He fucked me long and hard, pushing me from one orgasm to the next. I wondered if he would ever come but he kept right on fucking, straining, making me feel hot, then hotter, then too hot to handle, and there seemed to be no end to it. Only when his back gave in did he take a break. He pulled his erection out of me and walked around his apartment, sucking on a cigarette and drinking from a carton of orange juice. I just lay on the couch and watched his dick as it bobbed up against his belly. What a magnificent piece it was-and it wasn't even the biggest cock in the world! There were so many more out there, all shapes and sizes, even though I'd reached the point of near-satiation, I began to look forward to sampling them all.
"End of intermission," he said, rolling me over on my belly. For a second, I feared he wanted to fuck me up the ass but no, this was Richard's night, he did everything right. His hard cock slid into my soggy cunt and filled it in one hit. Now his belly slapped against my buttocks and his hands grabbed for my tits, a rough rider to control me, and I responded like a frisky filly. I pushed my ass up at him, bucked and writhed, and shouted my appreciation of all he was doing for me. "Beginning of emission!" He sounded strangled and a moment later I knew why. A powerful surge of hot fluid was pumped deep into my cunt, so much that I wondered where it all came from. The stuff spread into my womb, coating and soothing me, and draining off all the frustration I had ever felt. One final climax welled up and slowly dissipated, leaving me totally drained.
Richard managed to get off the bed five minutes later to fetch the cigarettes and matches. He walked with a faint stoop and wore a sheepish grin on his face. When I asked him what he was smiling at he pointed at the couch between my legs. A large blood spot had spread there, a telltale sign that he had been the first one. "And I thought you knew everything there was to know about sex," he gloated.
"I never said that. But it didn't take much to outdo you," I retorted. He shook his head and sat down beside me rather jauntily.
"Well, well, well, so you were a virgin. I can't believe it. The guys said you were but hell, no virgin could do what you did the other night."
"Only a virgin could," I said, but since neither of us felt particularly inclined to argue, we let the matter rest. We smoked, drank more juice, and then I felt like kissing him and he felt like fucking me, which was fine all around.
It turned into a hell of a night. Richard had been storing it up for a long time and he let it all out on me Five times, maybe six, he mounted me and drove his cock into my novice cunt, and each time I learned more and experienced more. And when the light of day broke I found myself thinking of all those poor women in prison, who had to make do with plastic cocks and long fingers. It didn't seem fair. I wanted to take Richard and lend him to them for a couple of days, sort of like a Red Cross lending-library. But then there wouldn't be any left for me!
I went back to my room later in the morning, mainly to think. He had gone to a class but I knew he hoped to find me in his place when he came back. I wasn't sure what I would do. The main reason for going to my room was to give myself time and a place to think. My choices were numerous now that I was in the outside world but rather than elating me, this freedom just depressed me. Would I stay in college, would I try again to get something published in the school paper, would I move in with Richard, would I start sleeping around, would I try a big city paper or write a book? What was a girl to do.
By the time I got to the room I was thoroughly confused. Gina wasn't in, which helped. I took a long bath, dressed, and surveyed my possessions. There wasn't all that much. If I wanted to pick up and move it wouldn't take me more than half an hour to pack and get out. So what was holding me back?
I thought about the past three weeks and saw no reason at all to stick around. My prison experiences could be turned into a book as long as I had a place to get away and write it. Wouldn't that be more sensible than to go through college, get a degree, and collect unemployment? Yes, certainly. My logic was unassailable, at least by me. Then why didn't I pack up and go? My brother had a cabin in the woods not far away, he wouldn't mind my moving in.
But my parents would be very upset to hear I had dropped out. And poor Richard, hadn't he been through enough without my leaving him, too? So many pros and cons. I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking until it hurt, and still no conclusion would come to me.
"Ellen, darling, you're back! Oh, I was so worried about you! Where were you all night?" Gina wrapped herself about me and kissed my naked body all over the place. I didn't know what to do! My mind was in such a muddle that even the simplest decision would overburden it.
"Get off her, you dirty lezzie!" I heard Richard yell from the doorway, "She's my girl now!" He tried to pull her off me but she clung to me, and I thought they had both lost their minds.
"Ellen, I've thought it over and I was wrong. Get rid of these jerks and we'll do it right this time." Harry made his entrance and the room became very crowded.
"You leave her alone!" yelled Richard at him. "She's my girl!"
"But I'm the only one who loves her!" cried Gina pathetically.
That did it. Without a word I got off the bed, dressed, packed while they argued, and left them there. I intended to enjoy my freedom to the utmost, and people like that were just substitutes for prison bars. Men of America, here I come!!!
