"Got a couple of real little dolls in this new group, Joe," Vince Caldwell, the organizer-chief of the magazine sales crew said as he made highballs in his Evanston, Illinois, motel room. "Both of 'em teen-agers and built like the high-priced brand. A cute little blonde named Mazie, and another chick named Laurie Morgan that you gotta see to believe. They're both cream of the crop, but that Laurie, I'm tellin' you, Joe, she's enough to make your tongue hard!"
The big baldheaded man named Joe stood with his pants and shorts bunched around his ankles. Vince Caldwell's redheaded wife Sue sat in a chair fellating him while he looked out the window through binoculars, appraising the two bikini-clad girls Vince had mentioned. There were six girls and six boys, ranging in age from seventeen to twenty-three, in the crew Vince had just put together, but the man's eye was trained to pick out the best in girl-flesh at a glance, so he had no difficulty in spotting the two young beauties among the others cavorting in and around the motel's swimming pool. "Juicy," he said succinctly, reaching down with one hand and holding Mrs. Caldwell's head close to his hairy belly as he shot his load into her suctioning mouth and spasmodically working throat, "both of 'em."
Vince was standing by with their drinks when his wife patted Joe's rump and allowed his deflating penis to slip from her mouth. He waited 'til the large man had hitched up his trousers, then gave them their drinks and suggested a toast. "To two fillies and money in the bank. I think I'll be able to break them both and have them ready for you by the end of the summer, Joe."
"Sue," Joe said, caressing Vince's smiling wife's cheek, "I miss that hot mouth of yours, baby. If Vince doesn't treat you right, you've always got a place with me."
"Thanks, Joe." Sue laughed throatily. "I love you, too."
"We'll go out and look over the stock soon as we finish our drinks, Vince," the towering bald man said in a friendly but businesslike manner. "I won't need but one girl from you this time, though. Which one's got the tightest, hottest, man-eatin'est snatch- Mazie or Laurie?"
"Ask me in about a week," the magazine crew chief protested. "This is the first day for this bunch. I haven't had a chance to sample any of the tail yet. You sure you only want one?"
"One's all I need right now, Vince, but break both girls if you want to. Hell, you never can tell in my profession. By the end of the summer, I might need a dozen replacements."
Laurie Morgan had just surfaced after a graceful dive and was treading water in the middle of the motel pool when she felt fingers grasping her trim ankle. The curvaceous eighteen-year-old squealed and sucked in her breath a split second before she was yanked down into the water. Hands slid up her flailing legs and over the flare of her hips, then locked around her narrow waist and pulled her into contact with a lean, muscular body. Her vision blurred because of the water, Laurie recognized her fun-loving boy friend's face only an instant before he kissed her. She put her arms around him and returned his playful kiss as their embracing bodies floated up lazily through the water.
"You nut!" she laughed, flinging strands of curly auburn hair out of her face as they surfaced and she pushed away from him.
"Come on, honey," Tom Barringer said, "let's soak up a little sun."
The handsome youth of twenty swam off toward a corner of the pool's deep end, where his and Laurie's beach towels were spread out on the concrete apron. Laurie swam after him, and allowed him to help her from the pool. The attractive young couple lay down side by side, Laurie on her back, Tom on his side and propped up on his elbow.
"I've been thinking, Laurie," he said, toying with a corner of his towel and pushing back his wet, modishly long sandy hair. "Selling magazine subscriptions is a helluva way to waste a summer."
"Don't, Tom," Laurie sighed tiredly. "Don't talk that way any more."
"Why not?" he asked, stroking her arm and letting his hand brush the outer curve of her nearest bikini-clad breast.
Laurie pushed his hand away and sat up. "And don't do that, either."
"Come off the 'don't', sweetheart," Tom protested, also sitting up.
He put his hand on Laurie's nearest thigh, just above her dimpled knee, and she didn't object. She threw him a slightly exasperated glance and waited.
"Let's split, honey," he coaxed, rubbing the inside of her warm, silky thigh.
Laurie put her hand on her boy friend's, and prevented it from going higher. "We can't. Mister Caldwell said to stay by the pool until he called us in to start our sales training. He also said to mix with one another and get better acquainted. Why don't we mix with the others some more now?"
"You know what I'm talking about, Laurie. Going home. You and me. We don't need this."
"I need it. I want to go to college. My folks aren't rich, like yours. I have to pay my own way."
Despite the pressure of her small hand, Tom stroked up the inner slope of her creamy thigh 'til the tips of his fingers were nearly touching the mound beneath the triangle of Laurie's bright-red bikini bottom. "You're too uptight, baby. It's old-fashioned for a beautiful girl to work her way through college. You know I'll put you through school."
"Your hand, Tom!" Laurie whispered urgently, pushing at his wrist. "Don't! Someone might see!"
Tom tickled her vulva through the fabric of her swimsuit before Laurie scooted frantically out of his reach.
"You're awful!" she accused, blushing and glancing around embarrassedly, giving no outward evidence of the lewd thrill rippling through her well-developed young body. "I don't know why I put up with you, Tom Barringer!"
"Because I love you?" he asked with a grin, then chucked her under the chin and pulled her with him as he lay down on his side.
"Because I love you, I guess," Laurie murmured, allowing Tom to take her in his strong arms, even though she noticed a couple of the other girls in the crew watching from a distance. It embarrassed her for the others to see her boy friend embracing her in public, but it also gave her an extra thrill. Laurie didn't understand her added surge of excitement at being kissed by Tom in full view of virtual strangers, but she couldn't deny the perverse excitement it caused her. She clung to him and sucked his tongue madly for nearly a minute before she groaned and pushed him away. She sat up quickly and panted, "Stop it, honey! My goodness, right out in the open!"
Tom laughed softly and patted her knee. "To hell with this magazine bit. Let's go back home and play the summer away. I get enough bread from the trust fund my grandmother set up for me to keep us both in college, with no sweat."
"I won't let you keep me," Laurie said for what seemed like the hundredth time since she and the wealthy young man had become serious about each other. "I love you with all my heart, but I won't 'share a pad' with you until we're legally married."
"Let's go home," he persisted. "You don't want to sell magazine subscriptions, baby."
Laurie sighed. "I have to work at something, Tom. I have to earn at least a thousand dollars so I'll be able to start college this fall. I can't make that much working the counter in Mister Biddle's drug store."
"Bullshit," he muttered. "All you've gotta do to go to college is sleep with me."
"Tom!" she scolded.
"You know I'll marry you, Laurie. Just as soon as I get through school. I would right now, but Dad won't give his permission 'til I'm graduated."
"I'm not that kind of girl, and you know it," Laurie said, her voice sounding sharp because of her rising irritation. "If you want to go home, go, but I'm staying. You don't need the money and you don't want to work, but I do! I may be from a working-class family, but I've got my self-respect, I'll have you know. And speaking of self-respect, mine has caused me to wonder just why you signed on to sell magazine subscriptions."
"To be near you," he replied sheepishly.
"To be near me ... or to keep an eye on me? Don't you trust me?" Laurie demanded.
"Sure, I trust you, sweetheart. I just want to be with you, that's all . . . Well, maybe I am worried about you. Is anything wrong with that? I don't like the looks of this setup. And that Vince ... I don't know about him."
"Mister Caldwell?" Laurie asked, frowning. "What have you got against our boss?"
"Nothing yet. But I wouldn't trust him with you all summer, baby. I've noticed the way he looks at you, even if you haven't. Sooner or later, that dirty old man is going to try to put the make on you. I'd bet on it! It's him I don't trust, Laurie, not you, honey."
"Mister Caldwell isn't even forty, and he certainly isn't dirty, Tom! He's a nice man. For heaven's sake, you sound a little paranoid."
"Just the same, I'll be around if you need me."
"Damn it, Tom! You're making me angry! I'm not a child, you know! Go on home if you want to, and quit worrying. I'll behave myself, with or without you playing watchdog over me!"
"Did anybody ever tell you how cute you are when you're mad?" Tom quipped, teasing around her exposed belly button with the tip of his finger, then jabbing his fingertip into the little fleshy indentation. "Gotcha!"
"Stop it. Tom!" Laurie hissed, slapping his hand and jumping up. "You're impossible!"
Tom was suddenly looking past her, with a puzzled expression washing over his face. "Take a look at the goon type with Vince. I wonder who the hell he is!"
Reflexively, Laurie turned her head and followed Tom's gaze. "Goodness!" she gasped when she saw the bald man Vince was bringing toward the pool. "He is big!"
"Looks like an over-the-hill pro footballer," Tom commented as he stood up.
The two men, both dressed in summer business suits, stepped through the gate and onto the apron at the shallow end of the pool. The bald man towered above Vince, nearly dwarfing the average-size crew chief and chaperon of the dozen young sales hopefuls.
Vince Caldwell spotted the shy little blonde named Mazie reclining alone on a lounging chair, and steered the big man towards her. Mazie started to get up when she noticed her boss coming towards her. The small girl had her bare feet on the concrete and was sitting sideways on the chair, smiling up unsurely when Vince and the man with him reached her.
They were close enough for Laurie to see everything, but too far away for her to hear what they were saying. She could see Vince's mouth moving and thought how gentlemanly he was to take Mazie's hand and help her up.
Once the diminutive blonde was standing, however, Vince's actions weren't exactly gentlemanly. The thirtyish crew chief put his arm around the teen-age girl and gave her a hug that no one could have considered fatherly.
"Look at your nice boss, Laurie," Tom said, nudging her.
Laurie couldn't help but look. Vince had one of the flustered girl's breasts cupped in his hand, and Laurie could see him fondling it lewdly. She could also see poor Mazie blushing and squirming, but Vince wouldn't let her go. He gave Mazie's tittie a squeeze that turned the bashful girl's cheeks crimson before he let go of it and slid his hand caressingly down her bare midriff.
"The bastard can't keep his hands off her!" Tom snorted.
Too flabbergasted for words, Laurie looked on in stunned disbelief. Vince was introducing the shocked girl to the huge, smiling man, and he was letting his hand roam her belly and hip as if he owned her. Laurie simply couldn't believe her eyes when she saw her boss stroking Mazie's rear.
"My stars!" she gasped, and lifted her fist to her mouth. When she watched Mazie dancing and squirming frenziedly while the big man laughed and vigorously pumped her hand, Laurie realized with a very upsetting jolt that Vince had his finger stuck between the blonde's clenched buttocks and was goosing her like crazy. "What in the world does he think he's doing?!" she asked in a nervous whisper, chewing her knuckle.
"He's got his finger up her butt," Tom said, laughing despite his dislike of their cocky boss. "Can't you see?"
"I can see, all right!" Laurie groaned, feeling for Mazie, who had just been let off the finger but was still shaking all over. "I just don't believe what I see!"
With a mixture of dread and anticipation, Laurie watched her boss lead the massive man towards Gloria, a buxom brunette who looked stunning until she smiled and revealed her crooked, discolored teeth. But Vince didn't even put his arm around the full-bodied girl. He introduced her quickly and properly, and the men moved on.
"I don't figure that," Tom muttered under his breath. "If old Vince wants to sneak feels, I thought he would've given it to Gloria. Hellfire, she'd bend over if he asked her."
"Tom!" Laurie scolded. She was nervous and strangely excited now, as well as still being angry with her boy friend. "That wasn't a very nice thing to say!"
Tom shrugged. "Gloria isn't a very nice girl."
Huffing and throwing her boy friend an icy glance, Laurie moved a couple of steps away from him. They stood, separated by a few feet, watching Vince introduce the girls to the large baldheaded man. A little butt-patting and hugging was as far as Vince went with the other three girls, but watching him and realizing he would bring the man over and introduce her to him made Laurie edgy as the dickens. She couldn't help but wonder what Vince would try to do to her.
He'd better not try to paw me the way he did poor Mazie, Laurie thought. II slap his face good, boss or not!
"See you later, Laurie," Tom said, just as Vince spotted them and pointed, talking rapidly and confidentially to the man with him.
"Don't you dare leave me alone, Tom Barringer," Laurie said, half-pleading and half-demanding as she watched her security turn his back on her. "You come back here!"
"They're not interested in me," Tom said over his shoulder, sauntering off. "Haven't you noticed? Vince is only introducing the girls, not any of the boys."
An icy shiver darted up Laurie's spine as Tom's statement hit home. "Tom . . . please, honey!" she called.
But Tom, hoping that their boss would get fresh with Laurie and anger her to the point where he could goad her into quitting and going home with him, ignored her and walked away.
As Vince and the hulking man ambled towards her, Laurie shifted nervously from one foot to the other. She wiped her suddenly damp palms on her smooth thighs, tossed a strand of curly auburn hair from her face and smiled nervously. She felt her skin begin to crawl when they were three steps away.
Vince walked right up to the on-edge Laurie and put his arm around her waist, hugging her tight as he said, "And here's the prettiest girl of the whole lot. . . "
His fingers were like hot spiders crawling up her ribs. Laurie felt like screaming and running to Tom, because she just knew Vince was going to touch her sensitive bosom. I'll slap him if he dares! she determined. But he did dare, and she didn't have the courage to slap him. Laurie gritted her teeth when she felt his fingers close eagerly on her firm, upthrust right breast, most of it naked because of her skimpy bikini halter. Then he fondled it openly and vulgarly, with the ugly bald man watching through his beady eyes, and Laurie whimpered softly. She felt grossly humiliated, but her heart was thumping wildly and a bonfire was bursting into flames in her virginal loins. Dear Lord! What's wrong with me! her mind screamed as she realized with shame that she actually liked the rough way Vince was squeezing her tit right in front of the strange man's leering eyes. Just as Mazie had, Laurie wriggled and squirmed, but Laurie was doing so because of her incredible rush of sensual discomfort.
"... name is Laurie Morgan. What do you think of her?"
"She's a lovely child," the big dark-skinned man said, extending his hand toward Laurie.
Her head spinning with lewdness, Laurie automatically thrust out her trembling hand. As the man's hamlike hand swallowed hers and started shaking it, she was keenly aware of Vince's hand stealing down her side. She stood there, feeling like a slut, letting the giant pump her arm while Vince patted and cupped the right cheek of her soft, well-rounded bottom. She didn't do a thing to stop Vince. She couldn't. It was the most degrading moment of her life, and she wanted to die because of the screaming perverse thrill it caused her. She knew all the other kids were watching, and it made her head swim.
"Say hello to Mister Lovato, honey," Vince told her.
Laurie could feel his obscene finger pushing slowly but surely into the crack of her rump, and it sent a deliciously wicked sensation radiating out through her squirming body. "H-hello, M-mister Lovato," she panted.
"Mister Lovato is the regional director of our sales organization," Vince lied. "So, smile pretty for him, Laurie."
The suffering girl couldn't have smiled if her life had depended on it. Her arm was being pumped off by the big man while she felt Vince's lascivious finger insinuating itself between her buttocks, pressing her red bikini bottom into the crack of her creamy-white quivering behind right up to her sensitive anus itself.
Then it felt as if he were trying to stick his finger clear into her tiny, erogenous butthole. Laurie feared she was going to pass out from the scalding, ungodly thrilling shame which washed over her in great sheets, but instead she began jumping like an electrified jackrabbit and begging pantingly, "Stop! Oh, my God... don't, Mis-mister C-Caldwell. . . don't doooo that!"
Though it seemed like an eternity to Laurie, Vince continued her thorough goosing for only a few more seconds, with Lovato feasting his lustful eyes on the dancing, squirming, wriggling, hopping girl's large, flopping tits and delightfully quivering young flesh.
"That'll do it," the man whom Vince had falsely introduced as his regional director, said, and both the awful goosing and the vigorous handshaking ceased instantly. "You can relax now, Miss Morgan. Vince did that under my directions, and for a purpose, I assure you. We want pretty, unpadded girls working for us, but we also have to be sure they're good, proper girls. We can't afford any scandal in our organization. I hope you understand."
In no condition to think or question anything, Laurie heaved for breath and nodded weakly.
"Good girl. I'll be seeing more of you. Soon, I hope."
"Very soon, Mister Lovato," Vince assured, and the two men walked off together.
Laurie didn't hear the towering man telling Vince how he wanted her trained, but if she had, it would have chilled her feverish blood in a hurry. Thinking the man really was Vince's sales director, the lust-overwhelmed girl stood shaking in her tracks, with her eyes clenched shut and her small hands made into fists, her whirling mind drifting back to her fifth date with Tom, when they'd gone out with another couple and parked on a lonely road and . . .
Helen's lewd cries of encouragement rang hotly in Laurie's ears, turning her to jelly and making her suck Tom's tongue clear down into her throat while she lifted her hips to help him get her confining panties off her. Her steaming pussy was sopping wet, and it didn't matter a fig that she was a virgin. She wanted to be fucked more than anything in the world. The car was already bouncing rhythmically from Mark's and Helen's abandoned screwing, and Laurie yearned for Tom to ram his big thing in her.
"Oh, Laurie," Tom breathed, pushing her down in the seat and mounting her, pressing the taut-skinned head of his blood-bloated dick between the slippery lips of her tight, unviolated sex opening. "Baby . . . sweet baby!"
"Wait!" Laurie yelped. "Did you put a rubber on?"
"Piss on a rubber," Tom groaned, sinking his bulging glans partway into her hairy slit.
"NO!" Laurie yelled, her insane fear of getting pregnant slapping her raging desire down to manageable proportions.
Laurie hadn't let her boy friend put it in her that night, after all, nor had she allowed him the opportunity to light her much-too-short sex fuse again since then. But she couldn't help recalling that dangerous night as she stood by the pool shuddering with abject shame over responding so quickly and totally to Vince's crude, humiliating public fondling and goosing.
Oh, Lord God in heaven! she prayed silently. I'm so wicked and sinful! Help me, I beg you! Don't let me fall into temptation like Dorothy did! I'm as weak as she was! Help me!
Dorothy was Laurie's oldest sister, who'd gotten pregnant out of wedlock when Laurie had been an impressionable eleven-year-old. Indelibly burned into Laurie's brain was the scandal her sister's indiscretion had caused, the fighting and screaming in the home before Dorothy had been kicked out in disgrace. Though Laurie was now eighteen and wholesomely endowed with a strong sexual urge, she carried in the back of her mind a little girl's unrealistic fear of intercourse.
Laurie vowed she would never have sex before she got married, and because of her muddled emotions she wasn't sure she wanted to have it then, even. So far as sex before marriage was concerned, Laurie was like a girl walking a tightrope--with her healthy, sex-hungry body trying to pull her off and her incredibly uptight mind attempting to keep her walking the dangerous, slippery rope.
"It was all I could do to keep from punching that prick right in the nose!" Tom muttered as he walked up to Laurie and put his arms around her from behind. "Now that you know the truth about that Caldwell bastard, are you ready to pack your bag and let me take you home?"
"He did it for a reason!" Laurie whined, struggling to get herself under control.
"Sure, he did it for a reason," Tom groaned.
"He can't resist quality tail!"
"For heaven's sake, Tom! That wasn't it at all. Mister Lovato told me he ordered Vince to do it."
"What?!"
"Yes. He said they only wanted good, proper girls working for them! So, you see, it was only a test!"
"Christ, Laurie! You're not really that dumb, are you? And who the crap is Mister Lovato anyway?"
"Didn't you hear, Mister Snoop?" Laurie asked caustically, taking her confusion out on Tom without realizing it.
"Not all of it," Tom snapped.
"Mister Lovato is the regional director of the sales organization we're working for . . . and he doesn't want any scandal among his employees. So there!" the tumultuously upset girl snapped back before she flung her boy friend's arms from around her and dove into the pool to cool off.
"Goddamn you, Laurie," Tom muttered under his breath, and he dove in after her.
"Get away," Laurie warned, eluding Tom but swimming herself into a corner of the deep end. "Leave me alone! I've had it with you! I don't want to argue any more!"
He trapped her, backing her into the corner and putting an arm on each side of her, pressing his body to hers as he braced himself with his elbows on the pool's edge.
"Don't, Tom! I'm mad at you!"
"Why are you mad at me?" he demanded. "I didn't goose you--Vince did! And how about that so-called regional director standing by and laughing while Vince gets away with a crude feel? That's directing? In a pig's eye, it is! If that sonovabitch ever touches you again, I want to know about it, Laurie! I'll knock his capped teeth out for him!"
"You're just jealous, Tom! Vince didn't mean anything personal by it! He was just doing his job, testing the girls!"
"Sure he was, the rotten bastard! Probably making a list of--"
"He's not a bastard!" Laurie insisted, her own guilt forcing her to defend Vince. "You wouldn't understand, but Vince is just a guy trying to earn a living! Would a bastard and his wife make a special trip to see my father, and risk catching the flu just to get his signature so I can work selling magazine subscriptions this summer and maybe earn enough money to start college? Would a bastard advance me fifty dollars to buy my uniforms? Would a bastard let you have a private room because you didn't want to sleep dormitory-style with the other boys? Would a bas--"
Tom clapped a hand over Laurie's mouth to silence her. Though the cost of his single room would be taken out of his commissions at the end of the summer, just like all the group's expenses and the fifty dollars Vince had advanced Laurie would be charged to each, respectively, he, too, was tired of arguing with the girl he loved. Her trusting innocence was part of the reason he'd fallen for her, so he figured he couldn't very well hold her naivete against her. The only thing to do, he decided, was to go along for the ride and protect her as best he could.
"All right," Tom said. "You win, honey. Old Vince can walk on water, and if Sue ever gives birth, I'm sure she'll be a virgin when they wheel her into the delivery room."
"You don't have to be sarcastic!"
"I said, you win. To hell with fighting. Let's kiss and make up," Tom said, and before Laurie could say anything else he locked his mouth to her parted lips and gave her the full length of his tongue.
At first Laurie tried to push him away, because she was angry and frustrated and terribly aroused sexually. And she didn't want him to kiss her right there in the pool, where everyone who wanted to look could see them. But Tom wouldn't be pushed away. He kept kissing her and rubbing against her until she forgot about being angry with him. His tongue was darting around inside her mouth, licking the smooth inner surfaces of her cheeks, the roughened roof of her mouth, circling her tongue and coaxing it to respond and, as always, she did respond.
Tentatively, Laurie allowed her tongue to lick back at Tom's once, twice, a third time, having to follow his snakelike organ as he drew it from her mouth, little by little. When she had only the tip of his persuasive invader left, she flicked it rapidly and clasped his narrow waist with her hands. They were underwater except for their heads and Tom's arms and shoulders, so she knew no one could see her holding him. Then his tongue retreated from her lips after leaving an invitation for hers to follow. She slid her arms around him, hugging him as she heaved a sigh and thrust her tongue all the way into his irresistible mouth.
Tom gave her tongue the kind of treatment he knew from past experience would get to Laurie. Gentle sucking came first, followed by light nibbling and gradually increasing suction. All the while, he was rubbing his rising penis against her belly and easing her legs apart with his knees. When Laurie whimpered and let her legs fall open, he laved the undersurface of her tongue with the top of his, sucking it hungrily and dry-humping her beneath the surface of the water, bumping his erection against her crotch and grinding it over the clefted mound of her virginal pussy through their bathing suits.
When he thrust his tongue back into her mouth and began pumping it in and out suggestively, she moaned through her nose and wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Take it out, honey," he urged.
"No!" she gasped.
"No one will know, Laurie. Take it out and hold it in your hand. That's all I'll ask you to do, baby." '
"I know you better than that, Tom! You'd better quit now, anyway! We shouldn't be doing this!"
"I like it. I'd rather rub it against you than put it in any other girl."
"That's because you love me," she cooed impulsively, hugging him with her legs and arms at the same time.
"Mmmm . . . yeah, baby."
"And I love you, Tom, a lot. . . but you'd still better quit!" she rasped. She could feel herself weakening, wanting to do much more than hold his penis--and it scared her.
"In a minute," he panted, rubbing the undersurface of his peter a bit faster against the hairy mound of soft, red-hot-sex flesh beneath Laurie's bikini bottom.
Seconds later Tom kissed her, and when he did he rammed his tongue down her throat and began shuddering and moaning. Then he broke the kiss and looked at her sheepishly. "I didn't intend to go that far, sweetheart. . . honest, I didn't."
Laurie smiled tensely and caressed his back. "Was it good, darling?"
"You better believe it, honey."
"And you'd better not ever screw another girl. That's why I let you go this far. Now, back off. I'm afraid you'll make me pregnant."
He laughed. "There's only a million-to-one chance that you'll be the world's second virgin mother."
"Better to be safe than sorry. Go wash your trunks while I swim you out of my system. It made me hot, too, you know. Only I didn't get any relief."
"If you'd let me put it in you, you'd get plenty of relief," he said, grinning, and kissed the tip of her cute nose before he pushed away from her and began treading water.
"The day my name is Barringer," she promised, and swam past him, not feeling anywhere near as confident and light-hearted as she hoped she sounded.
CHAPTER TWO
It was nearly midnight, and Laurie was alone with Tom in his private motel room, keyed up and anxious. The dynamic sales training Vince and Sue Caldwell had pounded into the six boys and girls had left Laurie with dollar signs glittering in her lovely brown eyes. The group training had been over for almost an hour, and for the last thirty minutes Laurie had been secluded with her helpful boy friend, practicing on him the sexy sales pitch Sue had taught the girls to use on men only, assuring them it would increase their commissions enormously.
Much to Laurie's astonishment, she found that flaunting her sexuality as she practiced the teasing procedure on Tom was making her erotically uncomfortable. She kept going through the spiel again and again, and each time it gave her a little more sensual discomfort. She wasn't sure how much the sexy approach to selling magazine subscriptions to male prospects would increase her commissions, but she was shocked by the fact that performing it repetitiously on Tom, alone with him in a motel room, was certainly increasing her unwanted sensation of wantonness enormously. She tried to hide her insane arousal as she went on practicing the pitch, but she was exuding sex for the sake of a hypothetical sale and her subconscious bent toward exhibitionism was getting to her. Her breath was becoming labored and her voice throaty, with her little pussy fairly glowing and producing so much hot juice she could feel it wetting the insides of her feverish thighs.
Having no idea she was actually turning herself on, Tom, who was getting tired of hearing the sales pitch, decided to have a little fun with the girl he loved while pretending to be only helping her out. The way Laurie was pouring on the sex appeal had caused Tom to perch on the edge of the bed in order to conceal his unpreventable erection. But he no longer wanted to hide it from her. Standing up suddenly and letting his bone-hard, seven-inch dong strain against his tented trousers, he looked down at his loins and asked, "What are you supposed to do if you have this effect on a male prospect, Laurie?"
Interrupting her canned speech, Laurie allowed her gaze to follow Tom's downward glance. Her innocent eyes grew larger as they fixed themselves on his bulging crotch. In her present condition, the sight was luridly thrilling as well as fearsome to the young girl. She had to force her head back up as she gasped, "Tom, for heaven's sake! That won't h-happen . . . will it?"
"It might," Tom warned, grinning lewdly. "You ought to decide beforehand what you're going to do, just in case. And what do you do if... " he asked, cutting his question short and following through with a demonstration. He reached out and grasped both of Laurie's large, upthrust breasts in his hands, squeezing them through her blouse and brassiere before she realized he was going to touch her.
"Stop it, Tom!" she squealed, slapping his hands away when actually her mounting desire urged her to fling herself into his arms. She caught a mental glimpse of some handsome man in an unknown house reaching out and boldly fondling her sensitive titties the way Tom just had, and it sent a frantic, fearful thrill careening about in her belly. "No decent man would ever do that to a salesgirl!" she wailed.
"True," Tom admitted, and sensing that he was getting to her, he pressed on. "But what if you happen onto some horny bastard who grabs you, like this, and ..."
Again Tom demonstrated for Laurie what might possibly happen to her when she was out selling magazine subscriptions with the aid of Sue's sexy approach. He grabbed her and pulled her down onto the bed, mashing his chest against the soft globes of her bosom as he grappled with her and forced his hand between her knees.
"Tom!" she screeched, struggling against him, pushing at his oppressive body and attempting to throw him off her. Her heart raced out of control as she fought a losing battle with her rising desire and the fear of intercourse it inevitably brought with it. "Stop it, honey! What's the matter with you?!"
The youth's strength was greater than hers, and he managed to force his hand high up under her dress, letting it skid jerkily along in the satin vise of her clamped-together thighs, with a melange of conflicting emotions when she felt his fingertips brush intimately against the soaked band of sheer nylon covering her inflamed crotch. "Don't dooo that! You mustn't. . . touch me . . . THERE!!!"
The moist warmth of her upper thighs told the young man that his valiantly resisting girl friend was much hotter than she wanted him to think. He kissed her open, pleading mouth, thrusting his tongue all the way into it as he wedged his hand higher between her moist, silky thighs. With Laurie thrashing wildly and trying to talk around his darting tongue, he strained to get his hand higher yet.
It skidded to the very tops of her held-together thighs and came to rest palm-first on the girl's overheated pubic area. The instant he touched her secret spot, Tom felt a tremor sweeping through Laurie's body.
Laurie felt the deliciously sinful tremor, too, with every raw nerve of her tingling being. As it passed through her, it sapped her will to resist and robbed her of her strength. Gone for the moment was her insane fear of pregnancy, along with her power of mental reasoning. She was overwhelmed with the primeval urge to copulate, and like a bitch in heat she let her legs fall open and emitted a whimper of pleasured surrender.
The sudden yielding was as much a surprise to Tom as it would have been to Laurie, had she been consciously aware of it. But the proper young lady's mind was boggled by lust, and being female to the core of her innermost being, it was only natural for her to submit to the forceful male.
As the milk-white gates of her thighs faltered and fluttered open, bidding Tom's hand a timorous welcome, he filled his eager palm and fingers with her most desirable parts. The nylon crotchband of her panties was literally soaked with the slippery substance oozing from the hairy slit between her twitching legs.
"Ohh, ohhh, ohhhh," Laurie panted, writhing with bliss when Tom began rubbing her blood-engorged vulva through its thin nylon covering. Her dulled conscience prodded her weakly, telling her how sinful she was to allow her privates to be caressed, but she was too far gone to listen. She felt like Eve eating the apple. She knew it was forbidden, but it was so irresistible that she didn't care. Laurie threw back her head and flung her legs wide apart, moaning incessantly as wave after wonderful wave of scalding-hot pleasure ricocheted around in her virginal loins.
When Tom slipped his hand inside her briefs and cupped her puffy sex-folds, she knew she should stop him before things got completely out of hand. But she didn't want to stop him. The illicit thrill he was giving her was outrageously good, and she felt like shouting, MORE. . . OH, GOD, MORE!!!
There was no shouting, though. Laurie was burning up with sexual hunger, but her subdued sense of propriety wouldn't allow her to admit it vocally. All she could do was cling to her boy friend, gasping and moaning, as she felt his fingers parting her slick, blood-congested labia. Then he grasped her throbbing pleasure button between his thumb and forefinger, and a brilliant burst of light blinded her. At the same instant, she felt a jagged lightning bolt of red-hot bliss shooting up her bucking body. When the electric like charge struck her already dazed mind, it sparked around in her head until her inhibitions were charred and left short-circuited.
"Aaaah . . . ahhhh!" she cried, shuddering and bowing upward when the youth began rolling her ultrasensitive clitoris and driving her nearly out of her mind.
"Does that feel good, baby?" Tom asked, himself every bit as excited as Laurie. Tom could scarcely believe she was finally letting him touch her adorable little pussy again, and this time he intended to screw her. No matter what she said, if she let him get even a fraction of an inch of his weeping, pulsating glans into her, he planned to give her the rest of his fat dick, thinking that once she had it all up her hot little belly it would put an end to her resisting and his suffering from then on. "Tell me, Laurie! Jesus, I like your pussy, honey! It's so hot and sweet! Does this feel good?" he rasped, and batted her fiery red button rapidly with the tip of his finger.
"Ohhhh!" Laurie squealed, her hips wriggling crazily and her breath bursting from her gaping mouth and dilated nostrils. "G-Gooddd . . . sooo GOOD! OH... OH, TOM... UUNNNN. . . AHHHH... UUUNNNGGGAAAAHHHHH!"
"Are you coming?" he whimpered. "Jesus! Already?"
"COMMMIIINNNGGGG!!!" she cried, then she began sobbing and shuddering uncontrollably as her still-unpenetrated pussy twitched convulsively and her insides spasmed with the churning bliss of orgasmic release.
Tom had dallied briefly but too long, and his throbbing rod was again denied the pleasure of exploring Laurie's veiled vagina. Once the uptight girl had had her climax, her outraged conscience swung back into action. The forbidden pleasure she'd taken from Tom's hand was paid for in full by the scathing sense of shame and humiliation which washed over her almost immediately afterward. Tom didn't have the heart to force himself on her, what with Laurie crying and hiding her face in her violently shaking hands.
By ten the following morning, Vince had assigned the six boys and girls to their first-day's sales routes. Laurie was the last one he dropped off, and as she walked away from the small bus he and Sue used to transport their crew and sales supplies, she heard him call, "Don't be afraid to turn it on, Laurie. You've got it, so use it. Go get 'em, tiger!"
She laughed and waved good-bye as he drove away. When she'd found herself alone with him in the bus, she'd remembered the awful goosing and had been afraid he might try something. Now she knew better, and she was relieved to learn that she, not Tom, had been right about Mister Caldwell. He wasn't such a bad guy. All he wanted was for her to sell lots of magazine subscriptions, and that was exactly what she intended to do. She was working on a commission basis, so the more she sold, the more money she made.
Laurie began knocking on doors and going through her memorized pitch, using the "working my way through college" appeal without resorting to playing on her physical charms. She did fairly well, or so she thought until Vince brought her lunch and checked her records while she ate it on the parked bus.
"You're lagging, Laurie. The others are all way ahead of you," Vince lied. "What seems to be your problem, honey?"
"I thought I was doing great," Laurie said, blinking back her urge to cry.
Vince shook his head. "Afraid not, baby. And I can tell why you're not doing as well as you should just by looking at your forms. They're all signed by women. You haven't sold a single man."
"But I haven't talked to very many men," Laurie protested. "Mostly, women answer the door. The men are at work."
"Not all of them. A lot of shift workers live in this section. How many men have you pitched, Laurie?"
"I don't know . . . seven or eight."
"How many?" Vince asked, cocking his head.
"A dozen maybe, but no more than that," Laurie insisted.
"With your looks, if you've pitched a dozen men, you should have sold at least six of them."
"I tried!" Laurie wailed, knowing that she really hadn't done her best with the men.
"How did you try?"
Laurie shifted uneasily in the bus seat. She'd been afraid to turn on the sex, because it excited her to tease a man.
"You pitched the men the same way you've been pitching the women, didn't you, honey?"
Laurie nodded guiltily. Just thinking of exuding sensuality to strange men gave her a scary thrill.
"You've gotta give the men the sexy approach. Believe me, kid, it works, and coming from you, they'll eat it up."
"I can't do it, Mister Caldwell! I tried, but. . . it embarrassed me! I'm just not the sexy type, I guess."
"Pardon my French, Laurie, but I've gotta say bullshit to that. Look in the mirror lately? Why do you think I have you girls wear those white low-cut blouses and tight, short black skirts? Not too low-cut or too short, are they?"
"No, sir," she replied, squirming uneasily.
"They're presentable outfits. Women don't complain. On girls less well endowed, they'd go unnoticed. But they don't go unnoticed on my girls, because I pick my girls to fill them out.
Enough pretty girl is revealed to tease a man, but not enough so that he'll get the idea your morals are loose. Do you get the picture now? You're safe. You're dressed almost conservatively, what with those black loafers and the green socks reaching nearly to your knees. You give the impression of a sexy little girl, honey, and sexy little girls can tease with impunity, up to a point, and get their way nearly every time. Will you try it once?"
"I will," she gulped, wishing she didn't have to feel so uptight about something the other girls did with ease.
"Will you give the next man who answers a door the pitch Sue taught you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Exactly the way Sue taught it to you?"
"Exactly," Laurie sighed, wondering if she would actually be able to control herself when she did. She had a mental image of herself melting helplessly into some passionate stranger's arms. It was ridiculous, and she knew it, but she couldn't help it.
"Do you remember it? Would you like to pitch me for drill?"
"I remember it, Mister Caldwell," she quickly replied, but she didn't dare give her attractive boss the sexy pitch.
"Promise me you'll do it. The very next man."
"I promise," she said with relief, thinking, There's nothing wrong with the sexy approach. It's me! I've got a dirty mind!
"Good girl," Vince said. "You'll do all right."
"I know it'll embarrass me again," she thought aloud.
"I don't give a damn if it does, Laurie. Stammer, blush, squirm ... do anything you want, so long as you do it!"
"I said I'd do it, Mister Caldwell!" she whined.
"And I know you will, honey. You're a good kid. I'll tell you something else . . . You've got plenty of sex appeal, and once you get it working for you, believe me, you'll make a bundle."
A bundle of money was just what Laurie wanted to take home with her at the end of the summer, so she gave the next man who answered his door the sexy approach. She felt sinful and depraved doing it, but she didn't fall into his arms, and she sold him--not one but three magazines. She went away elated. It hadn't been as exciting or as terrible as she'd thought it would be. The man had treated her respectfully, and he had actually seemed to enjoy having her drip sex while she sold him the subscriptions.
Laurie could hardly wait to try the sales-producing sexy pitch Sue had taught her on another man. Three women in a row answered her knock, and Laurie sold only one cheap magazine on which her commission was a whopping thirty-three cents.
Then at the fourth house from the first man she'd sold, a Rock Hudson type in a smoking jacket answered the door. Laurie's newfound confidence was a bit shaken, because this man was younger, in his mid-twenties, and looked very suave as he ate her with his steel-gray eyes. The fantasy of toppling into an irresistible stranger's arms rushed to her mind again.
The handsome man smiled at Laurie and asked, "Yeah, sugar? Something I can do for you?"
The sound of his husky voice made butterflies in Laurie's stomach. She gulped and blinked at him, following Sue's sexy procedure as best she could. "Hi, I'm Laurie Morgan and I'm working my way through college. I have something just fabulous to offer you, sir. May I step inside and tell you about it?"
"Sure," he said, before Laurie could even try to 'get her foot in the door' and go on with her breathless spiel. He took her by the arm and pulled her inside, then shut the door and locked it.
Laurie felt half-melted already. She looked at him suspiciously, interrupting her sales talk to ask, "Why'd you lock the door, sir? You'll have to unlock it. I'm under instructions to--"
"Just a habit, sugar," he said, shrugging and unlocking the door, then casually putting his arm around her shoulders and leading her toward the living room sofa. "Sit down. Have a drink with me?"
"Oh, no, sir," Laurie replied nervously, sitting down on one end of the sofa and tugging her skirt down to cover most of her shapely thighs. "I'm not allowed to socialize on company time. I represent the-"
"You're selling magazines," he broke in.
"That's right," Laurie admitted, wishing the good-looking man would quit throwing monkey wrenches into her step-by-step sales speech. He was so virile-looking. She'd lost her train of thought and couldn't remember where she'd left off, so she blurted, "May I show you some of the terrific bargains I have for you, sir?"
He frowned and took a sip of the drink he'd evidently been having before she'd arrived. "Sure, sugar, you can show me anything you want. That's what you're here for, isn't it? You new at this?"
"It's my first day," Laurie sighed, dropping the facade and being herself, which was a rather tense young lady at the moment.
The man smiled as he walked around the coffee table and sat down beside her on the sofa. "You're honest. I like that, sugar. Show me the men's magazines. That's all I'm interested in."
"All right," Laurie said, and she leaned forward to open her sales material on the coffee table. She was ashamed of her sinful thoughts, and was glad to shove them away. While she thumbed through her sales kit in search of the men's section, she could hear ice cubes tinkling in his glass and wondered if a fly was crawling on the back of her neck.
"You've got pretty hair," he breathed, his fingertips stroking the bottom edges of her shaggy haircut and the back of her neck.
"Thank you," Laurie said, and before she could protest his light touching she felt his hand stroking intimately down her back and patting lewdly at the tops of her buttocks.
"You should let it grow to here," he husked, and marked a line across the upper curve of her rump.
"Don't!" Laurie gasped, scooting forward.
"I was only paying you a compliment." he said, leaning forward and putting his empty glass down. "I'm sorry if you took it the wrong way."
Laurie read his face, looking for the lustful danger signs Sue had taught her and finding none, before she let herself smile timidly. Then she plunged ahead and began showing him the men's magazines.
While they leaned forward over the coffee table, with Laurie concentrating on her sales talk, the man let his trousered thigh rest against Laurie's shapely hip and leg. She was keenly aware of the seemingly innocent physical contact, but she wasn't about to rebuke him for it. He kept saying, "Give me that one," or, "I'll try this one for a year," and Laurie's mental cash register kept ringing and ringing as she checked the appropriate boxes on the subscription contract and filled in the prices. By the time she had taken him through the men's section, he had ordered five magazines. It was her biggest sale so far, and she was delighted.
"I'll add this up, then fill in your name and address. After you sign it, I'll give you your copy and be on my way, Mister ..."
"Hey," he said, taking the form from Laurie's hand and looking it over with a frown, "did I order all these?"
"Yes, sir," Laurie said, her spirits taking a nose dive when she thought he was going to cancel some of the big order.
"I can't take all these. My wife would have a fit."
"Maybe you could take a couple of subscriptions in her name," Laurie hopefully suggested, recalling the procedure which had been taught her by the Caldwells.
"No, I don't think so."
"Your wife will be delighted that you thought of her," Laurie parroted Sue, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "She won't mind you getting your magazines if you'll subscribe to a couple of her favorite ones in her name."
"You don't know my wife, sugar," the man informed her.
Laurie said nothing. She merely smiled sickly and waited for him to tell her which magazines to cancel, hoping that he wouldn't cancel them all, because she'd spent nearly fifteen disturbing minutes with him.
"How many have you got me down for, five?"
"Yes, sir. . . and they're all very good magazines."
"Yeah .. . well, I guess I'd better pick out five more for my wife, hadn't I?"
"Oh, yes, sir!" Laurie chirped. "You'll have to help me pick them, sugar."
"I'll be glad to help you, Mister ..."
"Anthony," he said.
Laurie hadn't been taught how to handle such an easy prospect as the handsome young man in the smoking jacket was proving himself to be. She'd been taught to break down sales resistance, and he wasn't giving her any to speak of, so she smiled broadly and said, "Very well, Mister Anthony, I'll show you the women's magazines."
He leaned back on the sofa and crossed his legs. "Better show me the general ones, too. My wife has a broader interest than I do."
After she'd selected the proper sales material, Laurie reluctantly leaned back beside Mister Anthony and self-consciously began showing and selling. It went on for ten minutes, and he had his arm around her most of the time. Laurie tried to ignore his upsetting arm, because he didn't seem to even notice what he was doing. He was so interested in the magazines for his wife that he was scooting closer and closer, leaning over her to look at the sales brochure resting on her lap.
"That makes five," Laurie finally said. "Five for you and five for your wife." She would have suggested he take another for his wife, but his arm was tighter around her and his hand was absently brushing the outer curve of her right breast, and his hip and muscular leg were right up against hers.
She couldn't help the odd, threatening sensation in the pit of her stomach. He was a strikingly handsome man, and they were apparently alone in his house, sitting much too close together. Laurie didn't trust herself to remain alone with him any longer than it took to complete the contracts and get him to sign them. She couldn't help being attracted to him, and there was something about the man which struck a blatantly sensual cord Laurie had been unaware of having. "Would you give me your full name and address now, sir?" she asked without looking at him, pretending to concentrate on her form.
He put his fingers around her chin and turned her face toward him. "Do you give trading stamps?"
"Trading stamps? Why . . . why, no."
"I ought to get some kind of a bonus for a big order like this," he said, gazing boldly into her eyes as he brought his face closer to hers.
"We don't give any kind of bonuses," she replied, squirming.
"A kiss would satisfy me," he murmured.
"Uh . . . no, sir. I couldn't do that," Laurie said, trying to act calm but wanting to get up and run, wishing she'd made him complete his contract before she let him start on the order for his wife.
"Just one little kiss," he coaxed.
"I'd get fired!"
"No one will know," he promised. "Come on, sugar. Give me one innocent little kiss; then I'll sign both those contracts and give you full payment in advance instead of just a deposit."
Laurie was tempted, what with such a big order to be gained-or maybe lost-if she refused to kiss him. But she was afraid to let him kiss her. He was so handsome, and he had an animal magnetism, and her heart was thumping with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
"I can't," she breathed, but when his face was within two inches of hers she shut her eyes and whimpered.
She could feel his lips touching hers, pressing them firmly but gently against her teeth. Then his arms were around her, holding her tight, and his demanding tonguetip was probing snakelike between her soft, full lips.
An electric like thrill coursed through her as she felt her large breasts flattening against his chest. This is wrong! her conscience raged. "No!" she gasped, and inadvertently opened her mouth.
In rushed his tongue, filling her mouth and darting around as he explored the hidden recesses of her moist oral chamber. She tried to push him away, but he held her against her will, and much to Laurie's astonishment, she found that being masterfully and intimately embraced by the good-looking stranger was wildly exciting. The lustfully responsive chord he'd already evoked within her began quivering in her belly and loins, and she fought a feverish battle to control the frightening sinful thrill.
Laurie melted despite her screaming conscience. Knowing full well that it was dangerous and completely insane, she licked back at his tongue and let a soft whimper escape her flared nostrils. It wasn't as if she were returning his passionate kiss; it was as if an evil imp had taken possession of her and was using her body.
"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it, sugar?" he asked, breaking the tongue-sucking kiss at long last.
"S-Sign the c-contracts now! I've g-got to go!"
Laurie stammered, clenching her sexual muscles in a futile effort to control the lewd flames licking deep inside her.
"There're two contracts," he pointed out. "So I should really have a kiss for each of them."
"No," Laurie panted. "Don't. . . please don't!"
Over her frantic pleading and desperate struggling, the smooth young man overpowered Laurie and kissed her again. When she had another mouthful of his enticing tongue, she wanted to scream her frustration at the swift, unwanted desire he was arousing within her shameless body. Hating herself for being so weak and wicked, she gave up the fight little by little and began lapping timidly at his tongue. She had just met him, and knew only his surname, so Laurie was mortified at the way he was getting to her. She knew it was dreadfully wrong to kiss him in order to cinch the sale, but she didn't even have that excuse now. He had forced the second kiss upon her, and Laurie hadn't been strong enough in body or spirit to stop him.
She felt his hand wedging between her knees and forcing her legs apart, stroking up the inside of her bare left thigh. "No!" she wailed, furious with herself for letting him kiss her even once, breaking the kiss and pushing at his arm. "Don't! Oh, my heavens! Don't do that!"
He thrust his hand under her dress and cupped her hot, secreting pussy through the moist crotchband of her panties.
"No, no, no!" Laurie cried, pushing desperately to get his exciting hand away from her burning sex hole.
Again he kissed her, and this time he rammed his tongue down her straining throat and massaged her on-fire crotch through the thin, soaked nylon covering it. Laurie heaved for breath and thrashed about in sensual discomfort, trying to slip away from him but only making it worse for herself. He was too strong for her. He held her down and went right on vulgarly rubbing her privates from her sensitive, winking anus to her turgid, pulsating clitoris as he plunged his exciting tongue maddeningly in and out of her slowly responding mouth.
What's wrong with me? Laurie screamed mentally. This is wicked! Insane! I should forget about the subscriptions and scream for help . . . or scratch him or kick him or--mmmm. . . something! Ohhh. . . oh, that feels so good! Damn it! What's come over me! I don't want to stop! I don't love him . . . but, oh, God. . . this is. . . is . . . oh, I can't help myself!
Emitting a whimper like sob of surrender, Laurie let her legs fall wide-open and sucked his scrumptious tongue rapaciously. She could feel his naughty fingers stealing lewdly under the secretion-soaked band of her panties and rubbing the swollen lips of her hair-ringed cleft flesh, and she made no effort to stop him. Instead, she licked his taste organ and clung weakly to him, trembling with the wicked lust which had overtaken her. When he grasped the pulsing, tiny girl-cock at the top of her fluttering elliptical slit and began flicking it rapid-fire with his fingertip, Laurie nearly went out of her mind. It was maddening. The intensely lascivious sensations it produced bombarded Laurie's feverish brain until it was numb and sluggish.
The next thing she knew he was pulling her panties down and exclaiming, "What a gorgeous snatch! I'm going to eat that juicy box for you, sugar!"
If the slick seductor hadn't spoken, Laurie would have been his to do with as he pleased. But he did speak, and the perverse act he mentioned was so shocking that his crude words broke the satanic spell which Laurie had fallen under. He was kneeling between her wide-flung knees, licking his lips with anticipation and jerking her briefs over her feet without bothering to remove her loafers, when Laurie regained enough of her senses to act. The instant her panties were tossed aside, she kicked him backward and screamed.
As he cursed and toppled over the pushed-back coffee table, Laurie leaped to her feet and bolted for the door, leaving her sales kit items strewn about the living room.
"Hey, sugar, come back!" she heard him call as she swung open the front door. Then as she ran out into the afternoon sunlight he added, "Don't you want the order?"
Mentally berating herself for being such a weak, wicked little fool, Laurie ran until she was out of breath. When she came to a busy street, she hailed a taxi and had the driver take her straight to the motel, where he had to wait while the confused, shame-racked girl went in and borrowed the money from Sue to pay him. She tearfully confessed to Sue her near disgrace and was surprised to find the older woman sympathetic.
As her boss, Sue instructed Laurie not to worry about the lost sales kit, assuring her that she'd done the right thing and would be provided with another. She also told Laurie where she'd gone wrong and advised her to be more careful in the future.
"I won't use the sexy approach any more!" Laurie wailed.
"Oh, yes, you will," Sue told her. "It sells magazines, and there's no danger when you use it right. By the way, I think this had best be kept between you and me. Since no real harm was done, I don't see any reason why the other girls need to know, do you?"
"No! I'd die if they found out!" Laurie gasped.
"Good. There's no need to spook them unnecessarily. I'll get with you privately and go over the pitch with you in detail again."
As soon as Tom got off the bus that evening, Laurie grabbed him and pulled him aside. "I need to talk to you, Tom," she whispered urgently.
"What the hell happened to you?" he demanded. "We looked all over your route for you before Vince called Sue and found out you'd quit in the middle of the afternoon."
"I'll tell you, honey . . . but not in front of the others!"
"We could go to my room," he suggested.
"All right," she gulped, nodding.
With Laurie so willing to go to his room again after what had occurred there the night before, Tom feared that something really bad had happened. He hurried her into the motel, through the lobby and down the corridor, and the instant they were in his room he asked, "What happened?"
"I nearly got raped, Tom!"
"You what!"
"Don't yell, honey!" Laurie cautioned. "What do you expect me to do, laugh about it?"
"I said I almost got raped! I didn't. I lost my panties, but nothing more."
"Jesus!"
"I kicked the man and ran, Tom. I'm all right, honey. I'm still a virgin."
They were standing just inside the door. Tom grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "Is that supposed to make everything fine and dandy? Because you got away with your precious cherry intact?"
"Don't, Tom! You're hurting me!"
"I'm trying to shake some sense into you," he hissed. "Don't you realize what a close call you had?"
"I said, I'm still a virgin! I can handle myself!" Laurie snapped, jerking angrily away from her boy friend and stamping to the other side of his motel room.
"You could have been killed, Laurie! Rapists get scared sometimes! They have been known to murder their victims, you know!"
Laurie shuddered. "Don't say things like that, Tom!"
"Sure!" he barked. "Stick your head in the sand like an ostrich... or put on those damned rose-colored glasses you must have been born with!"
"Don't yell at me, Tom. Please! I'm upset enough as it is!"
"Aw . . . I'm sorry, baby," he mumbled, crossing the room and taking her in his arms. "It's just that I love you! And I can't help worrying about you."
"You're making me feel better already," Laurie sighed, putting her arms around Tom's waist and pressing her face against his neck, taking solacement from his loving concern.
"Go pack your things, Laurie. I'm taking you home."
"Oh, Tom, don't start that again, honey," she pleaded.
"After what happened, I'd think you'd be glad to let me take you home, damn it!"
"Well, damn it, yourself, Tom Barringer! I still have to earn money for college . . . and you know it!"
"Why are we always arguing, Laurie?" he asked tiredly.
And she replied, just as tiredly, "We've only been arguing for the past couple of weeks."
"Over this stupid summer job," he said.
"Over your stupid reaction to my taking the perfectly good and respectable job! Not over the job itself!"
"I'm going to ask you one last time. Will you go home with me?"
"Not until I've fulfilled my contract to the Caldwells, Tom," Laurie said stubbornly.
"All right," he muttered, and began removing his tie and shirt. "Have it your way!"
"I intend to," Laurie replied sharply, watching as he tossed his shirt aside and skinned off his sweaty T-shirt. When he kicked off his loafers and began unbuckling his trousers, she huffed, "Well, I can take a hint! Pardon me, Mister Barringer! I was just leaving!"
"Not yet, Miss Morgan," he said sternly, grasping her wrist and swinging her onto the bed before he dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He pushed down his shorts, saying, "I'm not finished with you yet."
"What do you think you're going to do?" Laurie gasped, staring at her boy friend's bare penis for the first time. It was half-hard and still growing, swaying as he stripped off his socks, standing on first one foot then the other. "Tom? Don't go getting any funny ideas!"
"There's nothing funny about it, baby. We're going to make love."
"No, we're not, Tom! Not until we're married!" she insisted, swinging her legs over the side and sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Do you want to take off your clothes, or shall I pull them off for you?" he asked, his upward-angled prick preceding him as he strode to the foot of the bed and looked down at his wide-eyed girl friend. "Look at it, Laurie. That's the way. Take a good look. Feel it if you'd like, because you're going to get it before you go to supper."
"Tom, you'd better not force me!" she warned, but she was looking at the intriguing head of his rod rather than up at his face. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his naked sex organs. "I'm still a virgin!"
"Look, baby, if you're saving your maidenhead for your husband, I'm going to get it anyway. I want it now. Laurie. I'm afraid you're not going to have it at the end of the summer. If you want to be deflowered by the man you're going to marry, you'd better spread your legs for me right now."
"Is that a proposal, Tom?" she asked, fighting her sudden depraved urge to touch his bare dick whether or not he married her.
The naked youth grinned. "Yeah, I guess it is, honey. I'll buy you a ring as soon as we get home."
"But we won't get married 'til you finish college, will we?" she pouted, feeling dreadfully sinful but restraining herself.
"You know we have to wait."
"Then we'll wait and have our first intercourse on our wedding night," she insisted, hoping Tom couldn't see how weak she felt, because she wanted him despite her fear.
"Aw, Laurie!"
"But I will hold it for you," she breathed, giving in to her strong urge and reaching out for his swollen penis, taking it in her hand and giving it a love squeeze. "Ouuu ... it feels nice!" she sighed involuntarily.
"Let's do it, Laurie," he pleaded. "Take your clothes off, baby, and let's ball."
"No, darling!" she moaned, struggling with her rising passion. "We're not going to ball until--"
"We're married!" he groaned, interrupting.
It struck Laurie as funny, but she didn't feel like laughing with her trembling hand so full of his hot, hard penis. She didn't know exactly what she did feel like doing, but handling Tom's exciting organ was causing the same type of irresistible lewdness to spread through her that the awful Mister Anthony had aroused in her only brief hours earlier.
"Then jack me off," Tom urged. "Come on, baby. Do it!"
Laurie started to say no automatically, but she didn't this time. Since she was already fondling his lovely penis, she couldn't think of any good reason why she shouldn't take him to orgasm with her hand. That can't make me pregnant, she rationalized. And we are in love. . . and Tom wants to marry me!
"All right," she breathed, and began moving her gripping hand gingerly up and down his rigid shaft. "Like this? Am I doing it right?"
"Mmmm . . . yeah, baby! Ohh, yeah!"
Laurie licked absently at her parted lips and began stroking his pulsating dick faster. She knew she shouldn't be doing it, but she couldn't seem to help herself.
"Move over, Laurie. Let me lie down."
She released his hard rod and scooted across the bed to make room for him. He sat down, then lay back and drew up his legs, scooting close to her.
"Take off your clothes," he coaxed. "I want you naked, too, so I can look at you."
"Nooh," she moaned, crossing her ankles and leaning over his midsection, staring down at his angry-looking dong and the hairy bag of testicles below it. "I can't let you see me nude! I'm afraid to! Close your eyes, honey. I don't want you to look at me while I do it for you."
Tom wasn't about to push his luck. Just getting his hung-up girl friend to hold his cock was great progress, and he'd been pleasantly surprised when she'd agreed to jack him off. He'd expected her to be shocked by his impulsive request. But she was actually going to do it, and he was willing to content himself with a hand job for this time, thinking that he would be able to convince her to give herself to him the next time they got together. He closed his eyes and made his stiff rod dance for her by working his inner muscles.
"Don't peek!" she cautioned, her arousal making her breathless as she drooled over the sight of his throbbing, swaying male organ.
"I won't. Go on, baby!"
Laurie took his thick, slightly curved shaft in her small hand and began stroking it slowly from its base to its flared coronal ridge. "Does it feel good? Am I doing it right, darling? I want you to like it!"
"You're doing great," he sighed, clasping his hands behind his head and peering at her through slitted eyes. "Keep it up."
Her hand encircling his stalk and moving rhythmically up and down it, Laurie bent over him and examined his rosy, circumcised glans at close range. "Ohh, ohhhh!" she panted, feeling that what she was doing was wrong, but loving it anyway.
"Do you like my cock?"
"It's beautiful!" she whispered, her head hovering over his loins with her mouth so near the rounded, weeping tip of his peter that her hot breath bathed over it.
Tom could tell that she was really turning on. He wanted to put his hand on the back of Laurie's head and push it down, but he was afraid she wasn't anywhere near ready for that.
"I like it! I like it a lot! This is making me hot and . . . and, oh, Tom ... I wish we were married!"
Realizing that Laurie's resistance was lower than it ever had been, Tom seized what he thought was the perfect opportunity. He pulled her up beside him and swung above her, prying her reluctant legs apart with his knees and whipping her skirt up around her heaving waist at the same time.
"No, Tom! You mustn't!" Laurie cried, her brown eyes large and glassy with passion as she pushed at his shoulders and gazed imploringly up at his intent face.
"I've got to! I can't help it!" he rasped, fingering her slick crotchband aside and pressing the blood-engorged tip of his rock-hard dong between the swollen hot lips of Laurie's slippery, virginal pussy.
"Don't!" she gasped, a tremor racking her body when she felt him pushing for entrance. "Don't put it in me! Oh, God! I'm afraid! No, Tom . . . nooo!"
He sank the head of his rampant rod into her tiny opening, stretching her to the limit, pausing only when he took her breath away by ramming against her resistant hymen.
Throbbing pain radiated out from her dilated cuntal vestibule, but it was a wonderful pain, more thrilling than anything Laurie had ever experienced. She had to make herself groan, "Nooo ... no, Tom ... oh, God! Please don't do this to me! You'll make me pregnant! NO . . . NO...NOOHH!!!"
Tom had never doubted Laurie was a virgin, but now that his cockhead was pressed snugly against the positive proof of her purity--the membranous tissue blocking the entrance to her steaming vagina--he simply couldn't take her cherry with her begging him not to.
"Shit!" he muttered, then soothed her by saying, "All right, sweetheart. I won't force you, baby." He kissed her while he reluctantly backed his knob out of her incredibly tight, hot sex hole.
The youth had expected Laurie to cry, but she didn't. She snuggled her feverish little body right up to him, thrusting her sweet tongue into his mouth as she reached for his cock to go on masturbating him.
"Oh, Tom," she panted, her lustful suffering driving her on, her hand flying up and down the full length of his throbbing prick. "I love you, darling! So much!" And when she felt his hand slip between her quivering legs and begin rubbing her smoldering crotch, she moaned, "Yesss, darling!
Masturbate me while I do it to you!"
"Will you let me take your panties off?"
"Take 'em off! Hurry!" she croaked, hotter at that moment than she had ever been before.
Laurie raised her hips to help Tom get her briefs off her, then eagerly grabbed his dick the instant he lay down beside her. He began running his finger up and down her burning elliptical slit without trying to penetrate her, massaging the smooth inner surfaces of her puffy cuntlips. She trembled and sighed constantly, stroking his erection jerkily and erratically as he fanned the licking flames of lust in her loins higher and higher. Laurie fairly reveled in the, to her, incredibly lewd things they were doing.
"Don't screw me!" she pleaded. "I couldn't stop you now . . . but please don't!"
"Hush," he said, taking her fiery-red clit between his thumb and forefinger and rolling it gently.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Laurie chanted, her feverish body writhing and her hand gripping his pole harder and pumping it faster.
"I won't force you, baby... I love you too--ung--much to fore--ung . . . Laurie . . . BABY! UUNNGGGHHHHH!"
"Oh, Tom . . . darling!" she cried, the first weak spasms of her own climax starting when she felt his penis begin twitching rhythmically and squirting jets of hot semen all over her fluttering belly. It was thrilling beyond words, and she gasped, "Ohhh . . . me, too! I'm coming, Tom! Aahhh . . . ahhhh! OHHHH. . . COMING!!!"
Her cunt quivered and convulsed with the same rapid-heartbeat cadence of the sperm-spewing dick she clutched in her viselike hand. They gazed into each other's passion-contorted face for a second or two; then Laurie sobbed, "KISS ME!!!" and mashed her wide-open mouth to his. Tongues entwined and moaning into each other's mouth, the young lovers rode out their moment of shared bliss together.
When their orgasms had subsided and they'd caught their breath, Tom kissed Laurie tenderly, then retrieved his shorts and used them to wipe his sperm off her belly, and off her skirt and the sheet as best he could. Laurie sighed contentedly, then got up and put her panties back on.
"You'd better hurry and get dressed, Tom, or we'll miss supper. I'm starved, aren't you?" she asked, and went on talking compulsively to hide her shame. She had loved their masturbating each other, and didn't feel nearly as guilty about it as she thought she should. But she had the strongest urge to leap back on the bed and let Tom screw her right then, and she felt terribly perverse because of it. She didn't want to admit to herself that she was such an awful person, and she would rather have died than let Tom know how nasty she really was deep down in her secret being.
CHAPTER THREE
There was no way Tom could find out she'd lied to him, but Laurie felt guilty over having told him she'd almost been raped when actually she knew that seduction would better describe the near loss of her virginity. But how could she tell her fiance that she'd allowed a handsome prospective customer to kiss her in order to secure his large order? Laurie wondered . . . She couldn't even justify doing so to her own satisfaction, and had lost the order anyway. The simple fact was, she couldn't. She could only chalk it up as a stupid mistake and try to live it down within her own mind by not making a similar mistake again.
Three more working days went by, with Laurie selling more subscriptions as she gained practice and perfected her technique. At Sue's insistence, Laurie gave the sexy approach another try, but guardedly, and found that it did indeed work on most men. However, the nearly burned teen-ager was careful to avoid being seated beside a lone man on a couch again, and she did most of her selling to male prospects while standing at their front doors.
Everything seemed to be going Laurie's way at last. Tom had quit pestering her about quitting and going home, and only one girl in the crew was selling more subscriptions than Laurie, and she was fast closing the gap there.
It was mid-afternoon of her fourth day of selling when Laurie tripped light-heartedly up the steps and across the porch of an old, well-kept, single-family dwelling and raised her hand to knock, only to have the door swing open before she could do so.
"Uuuh!" was the only sound the horror-stricken girl could utter.
There in the doorway stood two naked men with stocking masks over their heads, and the horrible sight petrified her and froze her vocal cords. By the time she realized what they intended to do with her, it was too late for her to scream. One of the men had by then grabbed her and jerked her into the house, holding her while the other stuffed a rag into her mouth and tied another around her head to hold it in.
"You want to take her into the bedroom?" the taller man asked as the other locked the door.
"Noom, noom!" Laurie cried, her words sounding nasal and unintelligible because of the gag. The tall man was standing behind her, holding her arms as she struggled valiantly and tried to kick his shins.
"We'll fuck her in the sitting room," the average-sized man said.
"Ouch!" the one behind her yelped, when Laurie found her mark and rapped his shin sharply with the hard-rubber heel of her right loafer. "Take them goddamned shoes off her."
"Let me go! Turn me loose!" Laurie yelled, but her frantic words were so garbled that even she couldn't have made them out without knowing what she'd meant to say.
"Twist her arm! Break it if she kicks me," the man said as he squatted beside Laurie and the man holding her.
"Uuun! Unnn!" Laurie cried, the sudden pain in her arm making her forget all about trying to kick the man who was removing her loafers.
The taller man bucked her up with his chest and stomach supporting her back and rump, and Laurie's stockinged feet flailed the air as she wrenched about in a desperate effort to free herself.
"Regular little hellcat, ain't she?" the shorter man laughed as he tossed her shoes away.
His voice sounded strangely familiar, but then he slapped her and Laurie forgot to try to place it because of her stark fear and stinging cheek.
"Be still and I'll take your clothes off you nice and gentle-like. Otherwise I'll have to hurt you, and rip 'em off!"
"Noom, noom, noom!" Laurie pleaded, her eyes big as saucers and tears streaming down her cheeks.
The man paid her no mind. While the tall one held her helpless, he unbuttoned Laurie's skirt and whisked it off her. Then he hooked his fingers over the elastic waistband of her nylon panties and pulled the wispy garment over the flare of her hips and down her shapely white legs. "Oh, man, is this ever gonna be sweet meat!" he exclaimed, running his hands up her creamy thighs and sinking a finger into her hairy hole, which was damp from sweat and the small amount of secretions that walking all day had produced. The tip of his finger bumped her hymen, and he whooped his delight. "She's a virgin! Would you believe it? Sonovabitch! We got ourselves a cherry girl here!"
"Lemme bust it," the tall guy said.
"Hell, no. Your dick is too big for me to take seconds after you. I'll pop her cherry!"
"I get to eat her first, okay?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Get her naked. I never went down on a virgin before. Hurry! Goddamn, my mouth is watering!"
Laurie wished she could shrink up and disappear. Their vulgar discussion of who was going to do what to her and in what order they would do it left her seething with humiliation and rage, but there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it. She continued to struggle with all her might, because her conscience demanded it, but in the back of her fear-filled mind she knew it was useless. There were two of them, both strong men, and she was only a frightened young girl.
Oh, Tom . . . Tom! How I wish I'd listened to you! her mind screamed. Why didn't I let you take me home? Oh, God! I wish I was home now!
All too soon she had been manhandled and divested of everything but her green below-the-knee stockings. The man holding her from behind was now doing so with one arm, fondling her jiggling bare tits with his free hand as she sobbed and twisted about futilely, while the other man looked on approvingly and stroked his erecting penis. The taller man already had an erection, Laurie knew, because she could feel his dreaded thing brushing and thumping her back. She attempted to reach down and crush his testicles, but he had her wrists overlapping and was holding them both with one large, powerful hand.
"Be still!" the man holding her ordered. He ran his hand down her stomach and began fondling her dark-haired triangle.
Laurie whimpered and struggled even more vigorously. When she felt one of his fingers pushing into her slit, she flung her head and banged her rump back, hoping to hurt him but only succeeding in making him laugh. She groaned, "Noom! Please . . . noom!"
She jerked and sucked air in through her nose when the tip of his finger struck her maidenhead and sent a burst of pain arcing out from her loins. Then the pain stopped almost as abruptly as it had started when he withdrew his finger and used the tip of it to massage the inverted V at the top of her sex cleft. Her mind had no control over the pea-size organ he was concentrating his efforts on. The tactile stimulation excited her Judas clitoris and coaxed it out from beneath its protective hood.
"She's coming around," Laurie heard the man fondling her pussy say, and she was mortified by the realization that he was right.
It was unbelievable that she should feel anything but horror at such barbaric and humiliating treatment, but she couldn't deny the tiny flames of lust which his finger was causing as it rubbed her pleasure button incessantly.
"I'm gonna take her gag off," the smaller man said.
Laurie stood still, watching him walk toward her with his fully erect organ swaying from side to side. She thought, I'll scream when he removes the gag. Someone will hear me. Someone has to hear me! Someone has to help me! Their faces are ugly under the stockings, the features all contorted! Why didn't they wear lighter, thinner stockings? I can't let them rape me! I won't even be able to identify them if the police do catch them later! ! Oh, God! I've got to scream loud!
As if the man holding her had been reading her mind, he waved the other man back and put his hand on her throat. His fingers wrapped around her neck and began squeezing. "This is just a warning, sugar. You can talk when the gag is off if you want to, but only in a normal tone, understand? If you try to yell for help, this is what I'll do to you."
His fingers bit into her throat, cutting off Laurie's air passageway and making her dizzy. Her eyes bugged out and she made a gurgling sound. Darkness began settling over her. Then he took his hand from her throat and she whimpered as she heaved to catch her breath.
"It's up to you," the shorter man said while he removed the gag. "We won't hurt you if you cooperate. If you don't, you're dead. Which will it be?"
"C-co-cooperate," Laurie gasped the instant the gag was pulled from her mouth.
"Now that's using your head," the man in front of her said. He put his hands on her breasts and fondled them almost gently. "We're going to fuck you good. If you please us, and we're not too hard to please if you'll really try, we'll let you walk out of here with nothing lost but your cherry. Wouldn't you rather lose your cherry than your life?"
"Yes, sir," Laurie whimpered.
"Sir?" he laughed. "You don't need to be that polite, baby."
"But I don't know your names," Laurie said, thinking fast, knowing she was at their mercy for the time being but hoping to learn their names so she could give them to the police later. "My name is Laurie Morgan . . . what are yours?"
"Don't be a smart ass," the average-sized man said. "If we tell you our names, we'll have to kill you, honey. Would you really like us to introduce ourselves?"
"No!"
"You can call me Dick and my friend, Peter," the smaller man said with a chuckle. "Those aren't our names, but since that's what you're going to get from us I think they'll do nicely."
"Let me go," Laurie pleaded. "Please! I won't tell anyone what you tried to do!"
"Put her on her knees, Peter. Let's see if she can talk with a cock in her mouth."
"Noon! Don't make me do that!" Laurie cried, feeling the pain in her arms and sinking to the floor in a kneeling position before the man who'd named himself Dick. His bulging, purplish glans was only scant inches away from her frightened eyes, and the thought of taking it in her mouth made Laurie's stomach do a flip-flop. "I'll get sick! It'll make me throw up!"
"Kiss it," he said, grasping her auburn hair and pulling her head toward his loins.
"Noon! Oh, God! Please!" she begged.
"Kiss it!" he barked, and pulled her tightly clenched lips right up to the tip of his hard penis.
He held her like that, with the surprisingly smooth knob pressed against her unwilling lips, while Laurie held her breath and stared in horror at the vein-streaked shaft protruding from his coarse-haired pubis. She wouldn't kiss it. She couldn't let herself do such a vile thing. She preferred them to go ahead and rape her and get it over with, because she'd more or less resigned herself to that degrading fate. But she just couldn't let him put his awful thing in her mouth.
Until she took a deep breath, Laurie was doing all right, considering her fear of the men and her disgust at having the rounded end of a rapist's penis touching the outer surfaces of her lips. Then she inhaled the heady aroma of aroused male groin.
The scent increased her fear, but to her dismay it lessened her disgust. She clenched her lips tighter together and tried to pull them out of contact with the sleek cockhead. All she got for her effort was a pain in her scalp, because he wouldn't release her hair or allow her to back away.
"Kiss it, baby. I'm running out of patience."
Reeling with humiliation, Laurie decided she had no choice in the matter. He was going to force the horrid perversity on her no matter how long she stalled. And she didn't want to put it off any longer. She wanted to get the rape over with, to do what the evil man demanded of her in return for sparing her life. All she actually wanted to do was put on her clothes and walk out the front door, but she knew she would never see daylight again if she didn't start acting as if she wanted to do the vile thing she must do before the men would let her go.
The trembling teen-ager pursed her lips around the tip of the rapist's peter and kissed it with great reluctance.
"That's better," he said. "Again."
The unnatural act hadn't made her sick so far, but Laurie still feared it would. It had to be done, though, and she reasoned that getting sick to her stomach was much better than getting strangled to death. Forcing herself to quit resisting, she kissed the dreaded glans a second time. "Again," he kept saying, and each time he did Laurie kissed the rounded end of his organ. By the tenth kiss, she had half of his knob inside her soft lips, with the tip pressing against the fronts of her teeth, and she realized she wasn't going to be sick after all.
"Lick it," he ordered.
Feeling faint, Laurie opened her teeth and extended her tongue. She ran her tonguetip across the end of his dick and whimpered at the taste of the substance she collected from its tiny opening. It had a salty, pleasant flavor. She tried not to like it, even as she licked for more.
It wasn't just the taste of his precoital fluid which thrilled Laurie. The way she was being treated-grabbed, stripped, pawed and threatened, then brought to her knees slave like and forced to perform a perverse act-finally had snapped something inside her. She was horrified by what was happening to her, but she was learning one of Life's basic lessons-that one can't experience horror without also experiencing excitement along with it.
She didn't like it when the man stuck two inches of his musky-tasting rod into her pure mouth, but she couldn't deny the lascivious thrill it sent coursing through her. Somewhere in her head a buzzer went off, and like Pavlov's dogs, Laurie began salivating.
As if her tongue had a mind of its own, it laved the undersurface of the suddenly delicious cock, while her soft, trembling lips formed themselves suckingly around the thick, tasty shaft which had seemed so frightening only a moment earlier.
"That's it, baby," a voice came to her as she felt ' a hand cupping the back of her head and pulling her forward, feeding two more inches of tangy prick into her mouth. "I knew you'd like it once you tasted it."
I don't like it! Laurie wanted to scream. I'm only doing it because you forced me! Because you'll kill me if I don't!
The rubbery glans probed into the soft lining at the back of Laurie's throat and triggered her gag reflex. She made a sputtering, coughlike sound around her mouthful of prick and backed off it, moaning, "Please! No more! Rape me! Get it over with!"
He stuck his rod back in her mouth and made her suck it some more. Tears streaming down her cheeks, Laurie bobbed her head at his loins and wished she could die. She knew he was going to make her suck him all the way off, and when his cock began throbbing in her mouth the same way Tom's had throbbed in her hand, it felt as if the world were spinning around her. Laurie deplored the thought of his coming in her mouth, but she didn't dare try to prevent it.
Just short of orgasm, he jerked his organ from her mouth. The sudden retreat took Laurie by surprise, causing her puffy lips to flap together and produce a loud, wet, slurping sound. She groaned and lowered her head in shame, realizing that her degradation had only begun and wishing to God she had stayed at home the way Tom had wanted her to do from the first.
"If you want to eat her while she's still a virgin, you'd better hurry," the man whose dong she'd been sucking said. "Put her on the couch. I'll hold her down for you."
The tall, well-built man hooked his hands under Laurie's armpits from behind and hoisted her up, carrying her to the couch and dumping her on it. The shorter man pulled her to a sitting position while the other knelt between her legs and tugged her out 'til her ass hung precariously on the edge of the center cushion.
"Don't torture me like this!" Laurie begged. "Let me go! Just rape me and let me go!"
"She's turning on," the one kneeling between her widespread legs said. "Her gorgeous little snatch is nice and juicy now!"
Though Laurie was shaking with fear, she had enough presence of mind to realize the man would have to remove his stocking mask in order to go down on her. When it dawned on her that she would be able to get a look at his face and could point him out later for the police and have him sent to prison, she quit protesting and started wriggling her hips as if she were willing to let him have his way.
I'll pay you bastards back for this! she thought, watching closely as the man began pulling up his mask. Take it off, you pervert! Let me see your ugly face!
The tip of his chin was all Laurie got to see before the man holding her down leaned over her chest and blocked her view with his masked head. By the time he'd decided on her left breast and lowered his head to it, the other man had thrust his head between her legs and was licking her pussy. She couldn't even see the top of his head clearly. He had only pulled his mask up enough to suit his filthy purpose. He had a soft, brown mole on his left shoulder, she noticed with rising then dying hope, realizing the police couldn't go around checking men's shoulders.
Laurie heaved a sigh of humiliated resignation and relaxed as best a girl could who was being raped. Struggling against the vicious monsters had gotten her nowhere. They were going to do exactly what they wanted to, and she knew that nothing she could say or do would stop them. She gave up the fight and lay trembling and docile while one man sucked her erect nipple through his stocking mask and the other licked the full length of her tingling cunt with his bare tongue.
Two minutes later Laurie was still docile and trembling, but she was also panting for breath and rocking her dripping pussy against the mouth which had conquered and claimed it despite her initial repugnance. The man's lips were glued to the hairy border surrounding her fluttering labia, his tongue dipping rapidly in the vestibule of her virginal hole, its tip flicking her awakened clitoris and driving poor Laurie out of her head.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, unable to hold back any longer. The hot pleasure in her loins caused her to forget the slight pain in her pinned-back arms. She opened her mouth to beg him to stop sucking her, but all that came out was a raspy, garbled sound.
"That's enough sucking. She's ready for cock!"
"Noon!" Laurie moaned as she was dragged down onto the floor and mounted by the shorter man. "No! Please!"
The tall one, his mask back in place, clapped a hand over her mouth and rasped, "Hurry! Goddamn, I can hardly wait!"
Laurie stared up at the masked, grotesquely distorted face looming above her. Her eyes were glassy with lust, but large and frightened nevertheless. When she felt the hard knob of his penis wedging between the slick, swollen lips of her burning pussy, she moaned into the hand over her mouth and wagged her ass frantically in a futile effort to prevent penetration.
The man above her answered her moan with one of his own as he popped his blood-engorged cockhead into the outer chamber of her tiny sex hole.
"Uuun . .. unnn!" Laurie cried, shutting her eyes against the pain and trying to free her hands. But the larger man had her arms pulled up above her head from beneath his buttocks.
Then it didn't matter about her hands anyway, because the man atop her grunted and plunged his dreaded prick into her to the very hilt.
"Aarghf" Laurie yelled into the sweaty palm covering her mouth. It felt as if she'd been split in half when her veil of virginity was ripped to shreds by the inrushing cock. As the fat dick sped up her tight, hot, never-used vagina, Laurie sucked in her breath raggedly through her flared nostrils. When he hit home, jarring her pain-racked body and slapping her in the ass with his heavy nuts, Laurie dug her sharp fingernails into the buttocks which had her hands pinned to the floor.
The tall man forgot to keep his hand over Laurie's mouth. She'd drawn blood, and his pain was too great to think about anything else. He yelled and leaped back, leaving bits of his skin hanging from Laurie's sharp nails.
"AARGH!!" she screamed, making fists and beating wildly at the man on top of her as she tried desperately to buck him off. "A AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!"
"Stuff that damned rag in her mouth! Help me! Hold her fuckin' arms!"
Blood dripping from his rump nearly as freely as it was oozing from Laurie's punctured cunt, the tall man slapped Laurie and cursed her as he stuffed the gag back into her gaping mouth. Then he pinned her arms to the floor again, rendering her helpless and utterly vulnerable to sexual attack.
The gagged Laurie moaned piteously as she lay there heaving for air with the rapist atop her, his fat dick crammed up her painfully stretched vagina to the hilt. The sharp, ripping sensation was over now, leaving her entire genital area throbbing with the dull aching and stretching of being reamed to size. She could feel keenly the pulsating girth of the battering ram which had bullied its way into her belly. It was lying at rest, the rapist letting it soak in her, savoring her furnace-like heat and incredibly tight fit around his shaft. He was into her balls deep, with his rubbery knob nestled snugly against the mouth of her pure womb itself. The pain and humiliation of being deflowered by the vicious masked rapist was only a small fraction of the grossly mistreated girl's suffering now. Her little girl's insane fear was screeching stridently inside her pounding head, screaming, HE'S GOING TO MAKE ME PREGNANT!! Over and over again her fear echoed within her, chilling her blood, for to Laurie, getting pregnant out of wedlock was synonymous with disgrace and ostracism.
The pain-racked, terrified girl could feel the blood oozing out between her tautly stretched pussy lips and the enlarged base of the male animal's despised organ. As it trickled warmly and wetly down the crack of her quaking butt, Laurie said a silent prayer, begging God to let her die then and there, because she much preferred death to the prospect of being knocked up by the subhuman creature which lay panting on top of her, with his throbbing penis sunk to the depths of her ruined body.
Then the tall man held her immobile, and the beast that had violated the sanctity of her chaste vagina began screwing her. Slowly the prick retreated from the battle it had won, its roughened shaft rubbing abrasively against the tender inner lips of Laurie's ravished cunt, making them even rawer than they already were.
She groaned and shut her eyes. There was a pulling, drawing sensation in her loins as her taut sex-flesh clung jerkily to the withdrawing dong. When the rapist had removed all of his disgusting organ but the head, Laurie gritted her teeth and held her breath. But he was in no apparent hurry now that he'd demolished her most prized possession. He paused with only his glans remaining inside her, her smaller lips ringing his shaft like a rubber band, just behind his flared coronal ridge, making the squirming Laurie feel like an impaled frog on a cruelly barbed gig.
Without warning, he plunged his blood-tinged pecker into her again, the force of his sudden motion making his testicles swing forward and splat resoundingly into the soft valley between her cringing buttocks. The inrushing cockhead jarred her uterus and knocked the air from her lungs.
The soul-rending sound of Laurie's abject misery rang nasally around the room. She made fists of her imprisoned small hands and snapped her head to the side, her nostrils enlarging to twice their normal diameter as she fought for breath.
There was no pausing on the part of the rapist this time, however. He began hunching it to her hard and fast, grunting as he pistoned his blood-enlarged pole furiously in and out of her raw-nerved sexual opening. It was pure torture for Laurie, the red-hot pain coming at her in great fiery sheets as she thrashed about and sucked air by the gallons in her struggle for life itself. With the gag in her mouth, she couldn't force in enough air to feed her oxygen-starved body.
The man fucking her could see her face turning livid and hear the hissing reports as her breathing became more and more frantic. He jerked the rag from her mouth without missing a stroke, and started ramming his dick into her all the harder.
Laurie took huge, gasping breaths for nearly a minute. She'd been so close to blacking out that she hardly knew where she was or what was happening to her. In her fight for air, she'd forgotten the pain, and when she caught her breath and remembered it, she was amazed to discover it was virtually disappearing. The man who'd caused her pain was gone, having spent himself in her with her hardly being aware of the dreaded substance gushing from his twitching organ. She nearly passed out from fear when she realized his seed was lying deep inside her sweat-soaked belly.
She screamed her terror at the stark fear which thinking herself pregnant by an unknown rapist brought slamming into her horror-stricken mind. Then a hand was over her mouth and she couldn't utter a sound. All she could do was stare up in fascinated fright as the tall man loomed above her. His face was grotesquely distorted because of the stocking mask he wore, but Laurie couldn't look away. Even when he settled between her wide-splayed legs and wedged the bulbous head of his larger organ between her sperm-slick labia, she still gaped at his ugly visage.
"Take it in your hand!" he hissed. "Reach down and wrap your fingers around it, sugar!"
There was no resistance left in Laurie. The thing she feared more than death itself had already occurred. She knew the first brutal rapist had deposited his vulgar semen inside her, and she assumed she was already pregnant, with the inevitable disgrace to follow later. With great reluctance she reached down between their bodies and took the second man's sturdy rod in her shaking hand.
To her astonishment, she experienced a mild thrill rather than the intense disgust she'd expected. The man's erect organ felt good, almost as good as her own Tom's had felt. It also felt larger, and out of fearful curiosity she attempted to encircle it completely. The exploratory task she'd embarked upon proved to be impossible. His rock-hard cock was huge, and she reeled with a brand-new, anticipatory fear as she realized her slender fingers simply couldn't encompass the massive shaft. Its circumference was too great for her small hand. The thought of such a monstrous instrument being forced into her tiny vagina brought beads of cold sweat popping out on her forehead.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped. "It's too big!"
He grinned evilly through his mask and inserted most of his knoblike glans, straining forward slowly and dilating Laurie's fluted cuntal tissue 'til she was sure he was tearing her.
"Nooh! I can't take it!" she wailed. "It's too big! You'll split me!"
With her small hand gripping his dick and trying to hold it back, he popped the flared portion of his mushrooming glans into the almost impossibly tight ring of her yielding inner lips, stretching her hair-rimmed hole to the very limit as it snapped over his tufted corona and locked his enormous cockhead lewdly inside her.
"Aargh!" Laurie cried, throwing back her head and releasing his dong, her anguish causing her to slap her hands over her contorted face. "Y-You're kil-lingggME!"
He showed her no more mercy than the first man had. Tensing his hairy buttocks, he pressed forward, sinking inch after inch of his long, fat prong into the gasping young girl. He didn't stop even when his rounded tip nudged her uterus, with more than an inch of his rod remaining outside her grippingly enlarged opening. With a grunt he lunged deeper, shoving her womb higher in her body to make room for the rest of his horse-like organ.
"AARGH!" Laurie screamed, and was again silenced by his sweat-damp hand clamping over her mouth.
She felt as if she'd been ripped asunder and ruined forever, but the pain was different this time. The hurt was hot and exciting, and she couldn't help the lurid thrill it gave her. Heaving for breath, she stared up at the rapist through disbelieving eyes as he began stroking his blood-engorged rod in and out of her, making her sex-flesh draw out around his huge shaft during the outstroke only to fold softly in around it when he thrust it all the way into her quivering belly again.
He took his hand from her mouth, and still Laurie only looked up at his twisted facial features with wide, glazing eyes. Her mouth hung open and her lips twitched, but she couldn't utter a word. He stuck both hands under her and cupped the soft, resilient cheeks of her rump, fondling them lasciviously as he went on thrusting his massive dong in and out of her snug, fluttering vagina.
"Ohhh," she moaned, gritting her teeth against the unwanted pleasure he was pumping into her.
A soft laugh filtered through the stocking over the humping man's face. He socked his fat dick into her right up to his nuts, grinding his pelvis against hers and stirring her insides with his swollen glans sunk to the center of her shivering body.
Laurie bit her puffy lower lip and whimpered. It was lewd and humiliating, the way his warm, hairy balls made themselves at home in the moist crack of her quivering butt. And the way the taut-skinned head of his fully inserted dick flipped maddeningly back and forth over the ultrasensitive neck of her uterus was blatantly obscene. But it felt good, wonderful, and there was no way the tormented girl could deny the jolts of pleasure it sent shooting through her.
"Ohhh . . . ohhh!" she groaned, closing her eyes and turning her head to the side so she wouldn't have to look at the vulgar man when he began plunging into her again.
"Take your time," Laurie heard the man who'd already raped her caution the one now screwing her. "Your job is to make her like it." I can't like it! Laurie groaned inwardly. I won't let myself like it! Aaah . . . damn it. . . why does it have to feel good? It's wicked... dirty.. . perverted. . . and I'm a good Christian girl! This is of the Devil! I've got to fight it! Ahhhh. . . oh, shit. . . I'd rather it still hurt than . . . than this!
The man atop her had been increasing his speed, but he slowed down after the other had spoken. With long, measured strokes, he screwed her thoroughly and deliberately, driving in to the very hilt and withdrawing to the base of his huge crown.
The friction became unbearably hot as he kept sawing incessantly away at her. The girth of his instrument had her sopping hairy entrance stretched to the tearing point. Laurie could feel her flaming sex-flesh clinging to his thick shaft, distending out from her body and sucking at it as if reluctant to lose it even for a split second. Then he would sink it all the way back into her, folding her slippery vulvar folds inward and making them skid jerkily around him in thrilling surrender.
Her hips began undulating of their own accord, and try as she did, Laurie couldn't stop them. "I hate you! I despise what you're doing to me!" she hissed, even as her midsection began straining and working with her tormentor. "Ohhhh... oh, nooo!" she wailed.
"That's it, sugar," he chuckled. "Gettin' good, isn't it?"
"NO!" she screeched, but her body didn't hear her shocked mind and went right on writhing beneath the awful man.
"Fuck with me, sugar," he urged. "Come on. You know you want to." I do want to! Laurie thought, hating herself for being so weak and sinful. It does feel good! Oh, Lord. . . what am I to do!
"Shake it, sugar! Hunch that gorgeous hot snatch up to me. You're gettin' it anyway, so you might as well enjoy it!"
With so much lustful pleasure thundering around inside her, Laurie's reeling mind was ready to accept his Devil's philosophy. She had tried not to like it-tried desperately-but it was too good to resist a second longer. The pushing-and-pulling sensations caused by his plunging organ finally got to her. It was as if a switch had been thrown somewhere in her foggy brain, locking her fears and inhibitions away where she wasn't even aware of having them. The part of her mind which was left functioning was the primitive brain stem itself, where the raging emotions of the prehuman creature reside.
The sound which issued from her drooling mouth was shockingly animalistic. It was halfway between a growl and a hiss. As it burst over her drawn-back lips, a tremendous tremor racked her sweat-wetted body.
"Waaggnnnhhhh!" she cried hoarsely, and swung into lust-crazed action.
Laurie was only dimly aware of what she was doing. For the most part, her mind was out of it. But conscious thought was totally unnecessary at this point. Her female instincts had taken possession of her and were driving her on. She threw her lovely trembling legs over the rapist's calves and locked her ankles under his shins, using his muscular legs for leverage as she began slamming her inflamed, demanding cunt frantically up to meet the huge cock fucking into it.
"Ohhhh," she moaned raspily. "Oh, God, yessss!"
There was no holding back for either of them then. Laurie flung her arms around the big-dicked man and clung breathlessly to him as he began powering the meat to her.
"It's sooo gooodddd!" she squealed, her butt flying up and down as she caught the faster tempo and matched the furiously fucking man, stroke for scaldingly wonderful stroke. "Harder! Give it to me, you bastard!"
He groaned and threw a volley of pile-driving thrusts into her, his cockhead banging into her womb and jarring her clear up to her teeth.
"OH, GOD . .. YESSSS ... DO IT ... FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!"
He pulled out all the stops and began fucking her like mad, his ass arcing so fast it was a blur of motion.
The inexperienced girl couldn't keep up with the stud of a man, so she gave up trying, and lay still, taking the intense fucking and loving it.
Her imprisoned conscience yelled mutedly at her, telling her she was depraved and perverted, lost forever and doomed to disgrace. But Laurie scarcely heard it and was in no condition to let it bother her. The first twitchings of bittersweet preorgasmic agony were swarming in her sexually awakened loins, and nothing else in the whole goddamned world mattered to her.
"Harder!" she rasped throatily. "Faster! Rip me! Tear me! Ohh, Jesus. . . GIVE IT TO MEEEE!!!"
Laurie was reveling in the very thing she had always feared her strong, erotic desires would drive her to-rough, unbridled sex of the most crude and vulgar kind. But she didn't care now. Now it was occurring. She was being fucked silly by a total stranger, and it was the most fantastically exciting thing that had ever happened to her. He was hammering it deep into her rippling belly, and his huge, throbbing cock was ungodly good. The thorough screwing he was giving her transported her into a mindless realm of rampaging lust, and she wanted to live forever in that marvelous realm.
But the pounding pleasure soon became too intense for mortal flesh to endure. Laurie flung her head from side to side as the explosive force of her orgasm burst forth, making her shudder from the top of her wagging head clear down to her dainty, curled-down toes.
"Aaaaahhhh . . . ahhhh . . . OHHHH ... OH, MY GOD . . .COMING ... I'M COOOMMMMIIIINNNNGGGG!!!"
The strong walls of her youthful vagina began spasming harshly, grabbing the pulsating organ inside it rhythmically. Unable to resist the sucking sensations, he socked his rod home for the last time and left it there, allowing the young girl's climactic convulsions to suck the boiling sperm up from his body-hugging nuts.
"UNGGHHHH!!" he grunted as the first mass of semen raced up his throbbing shaft.
The viscous cream squirted forcefully from the expanded eye of his jerking cockhead and ricocheted around in the depths of Laurie's convulsing belly, adding to the intensity of her already mind-blowing climax. She bowed upward and let out a shrill sound of utter bliss, then fell back with the full weight of the rapist bearing on her writhing, thrashing young body.
"OH, GOD . . . UUNNGGHHHH . . . AARRRGGGHHHH!!!" she shouted hoarsely, then collapsed into a shuddering heap of female protoplasm as her broken sobs of orgasmic fulfillment rent the air.
Laurie was still in a daze when she stumbled from the cab and staggered into the motel. It was too early for the others to be back yet, so she dragged herself up the corridor and knocked weakly on the Caldwell's door.
"My, God!" Sue gasped when she opened the door. "What happened to you?"
"I've been raped!" Laurie sobbed.
Sue took her inside and soothed her as best she could. She made Laurie lie down and put a cool, damp towel on her forehead.
"Call the police, Sue!"
"No! Wait 'til Vince gets back, Laurie. I don't know what to do, but he will. We can't afford any scandal. You know that!"
"I don't care about scandal!" Laurie wailed. "I've been raped! Don't you understand!"
But Sue wouldn't call the police. Instead, she gave Laurie a tranquilizer, which put her to sleep within minutes because of her exhausted condition.
"That's the house!" Laurie, who'd been awakened only after the others had taken their evening meal, said. "That's where I was raped!"
Vince braked the bus to a stop while Tom, sitting beside Laurie with his arm around her, patted her shoulder and gritted his teeth.
The nervous sales crew chief backed the bus up and stopped it in front of the house Laurie had indicated. "You're sure this is the house, Laurie?"
"I'm positive. I'll never forget this house as long as I live!" Laurie said.
"Let's go," Tom growled, jumping up with his fists clenched. "If Laurie says this is the house, it is!"
"Cool down," Vince cautioned. "I'm as eager to see justice done as you are, Barringer, but rape is a serious charge. We've got to be sure we've found the right men before we go accusing anyone of it."
"But Laurie said they wore stocking masks," Tom groaned.
"If we've got the right house, we'll get the men, or the police will, stocking masks or not."
"It's the right house," Laurie insisted, shuddering as she recalled the degradation which had been heaped upon her inside it.
"Then, let's go," Vince said, turning off the engine. "No use putting it off."
The threesome left the bus and went up the walk, with Vince leading the way and Tom holding Laurie's shaking hand to give her moral support.
"I'm scared," Laurie said, clinging to her boy friend's arm as they mounted the steps side by side, with Vince already across the porch and knocking on the door. "We should have made Vince go to the police, Tom. What if those awful men kill all three of us?"
Tom shrugged and said, "No chance," but Laurie could see that he was worried as well as angry.
Two people answered Vince's insistent rapping, but instead of the two men who'd raped Laurie, the door swung open on two gray-haired little old ladies, one of whom smiled timidly and said, "Good evening, I'm sure," in a crackly voice.
"Good evening, ma'am," Vince replied in his most professional tone, which exuded warmth and charm. "I'm sorry to trouble you ladies, and I don't wish to cause either of you any harm . . . but who else lives in this house, if I might ask?"
The woman who'd spoken started to answer, but the other shushed her and asked, "Why are you asking us personal questions, young man?"
"I need to know, ma'am. It's important," Vince said.
"Then I think you should tell us who you are," the second lady said.
And the first old woman added, with an approving nod, "Yes, and why you need to know, too."
"I'm sorry, ladies. Forgive my bad manners, please. I'm a bit nervous and upset. My name is Vince Caldwell. This young man is Tom Barringer, and the young lady with us is Laurie Morgan. I'm a sales manager, and these young people work for me. Miss Morgan was selling magazine subscriptions on your street today, and . . . she claims to have been raped in this house by two men wearing stocking masks."
Laurie bit her lip as the two old ladies turned their astonished gazes toward her.
"Oh, mercy," the frail one gasped, with the merely thin one gushing, "Heaven help us! What's this world coming to!"
"How about it?" Tom demanded. "Who else lives here?"
"Cool it, Barringer," Vince cautioned.
"No, no, Mister Caldwell," the frail one said, "don't scold the lad. I can see why you're all so sober-faced now. We have nothing to hide, do we, Jessie?"
"Of course not," Jessie said, "but I'm afraid the pretty young lady has the wrong house. I'm dreadfully sorry about her, uh, misfortune, but my sister Maude and I live here alone. I'm a widow, and Maude is a single lady."
"I don't have the wrong house, ma'am," Laurie said respectfully.
The old ladies glanced at each other, and Vince said, "Laurie, honey, you must be mistaken."
"No. This is the house, Mister Caldwell."
"Are you sure, baby?" Tom asked.
"Jessie and I were both home all day, Miss Morgan," Maude said apologetically, "and I can assure you that nothing like that happened in our house."
"You say you were both home all day?" Vince asked. "Are you sure you didn't go out? Maybe shopping for a little while?"
The ladies looked at each other again. Jessie said, "You went out for the paper this morning."
And Maude said, "You worked in the garden for about an hour this afternoon."
"Then one or the other of you was inside the house all day?" Vince asked.
"Yes," Jessie said. "I wish we could help the little girl, but I don't see how."
"Laurie," Vince said, "let's look at some more houses. We're sorry to have troubled you, ladies. Thank you for your kindness."
Laurie jerked her arm out of Vince's hand and began crying. "This is the house!" she sobbed. "I know it is!"
"Honey," Tom soothed.
"It is, damn it!" Laurie wailed, dabbing at her eyes with a facial tissue. "I'm almost positive! If I could see the front room, then I could be absolutely sure!"
"Laurie," Vince pleaded, "we can't ask these ladies to show us their front room, honey. It would be the same as calling them liars."
"If you don't, you're calling me a liar!" Laurie hissed. "This is the house! I don't care what they say!"
"Ladies, I'm awfully sorry," Vince apologized. "Miss Morgan is upset. She doesn't mea-"
"I can certainly understand how she would be," Maude, the frail single lady, broke in. "There's no need to apologize. Miss Morgan, you come right on in and have a good look at our home. You boys, too. Come on, now. We won't have it any other way, will we, Jessie?"
For an answer, Jessie smiled, then took Laurie by the hand and led her into the house.
The shape of the living room and the color of the walls were exactly as Laurie remembered them, but nothing else was the same. The furniture was different, and the rug, even the pictures on the walls. Laurie was about to concede that she had indeed made a mistake when she happened to glance up toward the ceiling, where she recognized an object which had imprinted itself permanently on her brain. It was the ornate globe of the old house's ceiling light fixture. She had found herself staring up at the fancy globe during her agonizing pain and later during her frenzied lust, and she knew for certain it was the same one.
"This is the house!" she shouted. "It is! The furniture has been changed! I don't know why! But it has! That light fixture!" She pointed. "It's the same! See where it's chipped? See how fancy it is? I couldn't be mistaken about that light fixture! Call the police!"
No one moved, and Laurie suddenly realized that four pairs of compassionate but disbelieving eyes were staring at her.
"It's the truth!" she yelled, looking right at Tom, whose expression told her he wanted to believe her. "I swear it is! I don't know what's going on! But the furniture has been changed! I was raped by two men in stocking masks! Right here! In this room! In this house! On this floor! HERE, DAMN IT. .. RIGHT HERE ON THIS SPOT!!!" Laurie ran under the ceiling light fixture and stopped. She began stamping her right foot on the floor and sobbing bitterly. "You don't believe me! Oh, my God! Tom? Tom, you've got to believe me!" she begged, but when he turned his back on her, she ran from the house and darted into the bus, flinging herself down on the back seat and crying her heart out.
"We're sorry, ladies," Vince said. "Will you accept our apologies?"
"Of course," the frail lady assured, "but what about that poor girl?"
"She'll be all right after a good night's rest," Vince said. "If she isn't, then I'll take her to a doctor."
"Will you let us know if there's anything we can do to help?" Jessie asked, walking Tom and Vince to the door. "Anything at all."
"Yes, we will," Vince promised. "Thank you for being so understanding. Good night."
"Laurie seemed awfully sure," Tom said, pausing beside Vince when the older man stopped on the sidewalk and lit a cigarette.
Vince sighed tiredly as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. "I'll tell you what I think, Tom, if you'll promise not to take a swing at me before you mull it over."
"What?" Tom asked reluctantly.
"Do you think she was raped?"
"She said she was!"
"Cool it, Tom. We're talking man to man now, and we're only speculating. We don't know anything for sure, now do we?"
"I guess not," Tom admitted grudgingly.
"You and Laurie are engaged, aren't you?"
"Sort of."
"I'm afraid I've seen this kind of thing before, son. If I'd known you two were sweethearts, I would never have signed you both on my crew."
"What are you driving at, Mister Caldwell?"
Vince took a deep drag off his cigarette and exhaled loudly before he said, "I don't think your girl friend was raped, Tom. I think she let herself get seduced, then dreamed up that wild tale about two men in masks and changed furniture to explain the loss of her virginity. You'd be a real bastard to hold it against her if she lost her cherry by rape, wouldn't you? On the other hand, you'd be perfectly justified in dumping her if she gave it away to some stranger. Laurie strikes me as a damned smart girl, but if I were you, I'd watch her pretty close and not be in any hurry to marry her. Think about it, Tom."
It was all Tom could think about as he rode back to the motel in the front of the bus, listening to Laurie's pitiful sobs drifting up from the rear. He wanted to believe Laurie, but Vince's suspicion made a lot more sense than her far-out explanation. By the time the bus pulled into the motel parking lot and drew to a stop, Tom was seething with anger and frustration. He had to fight back a strong urge to kick Laurie's lying ass. He jumped from the bus the second Vince swung open the door, trotting off toward his room without even telling Laurie good night, never thinking to wonder how Vince had known she was a virgin.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was nearly midnight, but Laurie couldn't get to sleep. She had two dull, throbbing aches-one in her loins from the rape, the other in the vicinity of her heart from Tom's failure to believe she'd been raped. She lay staring up at the darkened ceiling in the girls' "dorm", almost wishing the rapists had killed her.
Tom's reaction was the worst part of the whole sordid business. His disbelief was too bitter for her to swallow. Every time she recalled his expression there in the house, the second before he'd turned his back toward her, Laurie began crying anew, but silently, so as not to awaken her co-workers.
More than anything, Laurie wanted Tom to believe her. She also wanted him to take her home, because now the money she could earn from selling magazine subscriptions meant nothing. She was willing to do anything to make Tom believe she had truly been raped. She knew what he must be thinking, and she knew that somehow she had to prove herself to him, to convince him of the truth.
There was a desperate need inside her that only Tom's expression of continuing love could satisfy. Deep down, Laurie knew he still loved her, even if his ego was temporarily crushed by his doubt. Laurie knew that she had to set him straight. It wouldn't do to let him go on thinking heaven-knows-what about her.
In retrospect, she couldn't really blame him for doubting her story, because the facts hadn't borne her out. It was like a horrible nightmare, going back to the house where she'd been raped only to find nearly everything in it different, including the people. But she had been raped, and in that house, and she had to convince Tom of it because she loved him with all her heart and was willing to appear a fool, if necessary, to prove herself worthy of his love.
Laurie decided she would go to the police the next morning and tell them everything, exactly as it had happened. Maybe they wouldn't believe her, either, but they would have to investigate it, and if they investigated her story she would either be exonerated or branded as a liar.
Again she tried to go to sleep, but she couldn't, not with Tom sulking in his room, probably cursing her and thinking all kinds of awful things about her. Realizing she would get no rest unless she tried to talk some sense into her boy friend, Laurie got out of bed and put on her slippers and robe.
She tiptoed from the girls' room and made her way down the corridor toward Tom's private room. She was willing to give herself to him if he wanted her, even though her cunt was still sore from the hard screwing the two men had given it. She was willing to do anything he asked of her, if only he would believe the truth and say he loved her. She was even willing to let him put her through college and share a pad with him, without getting married 'til he was graduated and his father would give his consent.
Laurie's hand was poised to knock on Tom's door when she thought she heard a woman's voice inside the room. Immediately her jealousy rose to the fore, and instead of knocking she pressed her ear to her boy friend's door. A lump formed in her throat when she heard the familiar female voice more clearly. Tom definitely had a woman in his room, and it sounded like Sue Caldwell, the girls' crew chief, who had no business being in Tom's room any time, and certainly not in the middle of the night.
The ache surrounding Laurie's heart became more intense. She started to knock anyway, but decided she'd better not. Tom was already angry with her, and Laurie feared that if she interrupted him at an embarrassing moment it would make things worse between them. Through no fault of her own, Laurie was in no position to cause a scene or make any demands on the young man she loved, and she realized the bitter fact all too well.
She had decided to return to her bed and suffer the new hurt silently when, impulsively, she grasped his doorknob and gave it a twist. To her surprise, the knob turned and the door opened about an inch. Laurie could hear their voices more clearly through the cracked door. Tom sounded sullen, whereas the woman's tone was soothing and seductive. Laurie's catlike curiosity got the best of her. It sounded like Sue in there with her fiance, or perhaps her ex-fiance, but the jealous teen-ager couldn't be sure. She had to find out definitely who the bitch was, because she knew she wouldn't sleep a wink if she didn't.
Recalling from the one time she'd been in Tom's room that it contained a shoulder-high planter between the door and the offset room itself, which gave the effect of a foyer, Laurie eased open the door just enough and slipped inside. Soundlessly she shut the door, holding her breath until she turned around and saw that her entrance had gone unnoticed. From where she was standing just inside the door, Laurie couldn't see the bed, or Tom, or the woman.
Crouching down slightly to avoid detection, Laurie sneaked to the brick planter wall and peered through its plastic plants. Her aching heart skipped a beat. They were on the bed, arid the woman was Sue Caldwell. Both of them were lying down, Tom on his back and Vince's redheaded wife propped up on her elbow. Laurie supposed she should be grateful that both of them were fully dressed and not in any sort of physical contact, but she wasn't. From the looks of things, Laurie knew it wouldn't be long until the tipsy woman would try to get more cozy with her frustrated boy friend.
Already Sue had her shoes off and her skirt hiked so far up her legs that Laurie could see she wore no panties and wasn't a true redhead, even if Tom was for the moment too mentally preoccupied to notice.
"Honest to God, Sue, I just don't know what to think," Tom was saying. "I want to believe her. I've never known Laurie to lie before, but that tale she told was too far-out to be true!"
"Who knows?" the full-bodied woman drawled. "Maybe it happened just the way she said."
When she heard Sue standing up for her, Laurie felt like running to the bed and kissing her. Then Sue spoke again and shattered the tiny ray of hope her first statement had given the troubled Laurie.
"And then again," Sue said, pausing to giggle drunkenly, "maybe she's fuckin' 'round on you and has been all along."
"No," Tom said confidently. "She still had her cherry just the other day."
"And how do you know, my handsome young man?"
"Never mind, Sue. I know."
"Naughty boy," Sue teased, a gleam in her eyes as she slapped Tom on the thigh and left her hand resting dangerously close to his groin. "Tell me how you know, Tommy. Did you find little Laurie's maidenhead with your finger, or with this?"
Laurie gritted her teeth as she watched the brazen hussy slide her hand up Tom's thigh and rub his crotch suggestively.
"You'd better go back to your room, Sue," Tom said, glancing down at her hand. "I think maybe you've had one too many."
"I know exactly what I'm doin', Tommy boy," she said, and unzipped his fly.
"I'm in no mood for teasing," Tom warned.
"Who's teasin', Tommy? Not me."
"What about your husband?"
"Piss on my husband," Sue pouted. "Don' you worry 'bout old Vince. He gets plenty young nookie. Can't keep his hands off pretty young bottoms."
"Yeah, so I noticed," Tom muttered, running his hand under Sue's hiked-up dress and feeling her snatch. "You came prepared, didn't you, baby?"
"Didn't want to put any obs-obsti-cles in your way, lover boy," Sue crooned. "You like my twat? Feel it nibbling your finner?"
"Yeah, baby, you got some kind of control in that thing."
"Come on, Tommy boy. Let's get undressed and rip off a wild piece o' ass. Okay?"
They began undressing, themselves not each other, and it was all Laurie could do to keep from screaming her jealous indignation.
"Do you think Laurie was really raped?" Tom asked.
"I dunno," Sue said, fumbling to unhook her bra, "Wouldn't put anythin' past Vince nowadays."
"Huh?"
"Help me with this god'amn bra, will ya?"
Tom went around the bed and unhooked her brassiere. "What did you say?"
"I said, help me with this god'amn bra . . . and you did. An' I thank you, kin' sir."
"No, I mean about Vince."
Sue winked slyly. "Ole Vince likes young chickies, Tommy boy. He'll fuck 'em in a minute ... an' make lot'sa money off 'em, too. Money and chickies . . . chickies and money. . . that's what makes my ole man go 'round."
The tipsy redhead blinked, then shook her head, and when she spoke again she sounded considerably more sober. "Vince makes money both ways, Tommy boy. He gets handsome young studs like you out hustlin' mag'zine subs-subscriptions for 'im, too . . .jus' like he does the pretty young chickies."
"Yeah," Tom chuckled, "Vince has really got a sweet racket going for him."
"Huh?" Sue asked, stiffening her back and perking up her head. "Wha'cha mean by that crack?"
"With twelve stupid kids out hustling his mags for peanuts, and you doing half the training and all the damned book work, I'd say the sonovabitch has things going pretty much his way, wouldn't you?"
"Yeah," Sue said, and sort of relaxed. "The sonovabitch has got himself a racket, at that, huh? But he don' 'predate me, Tommy boy. He's all'a time sniffin' 'round for new young pussy and lettin' me suffer. I gotta have my fuckin' th' same as any other red-blooded 'merican girl. You gonna gimme some good fuckin', honey?"
"You bet, baby," Tom said, pushing down his shorts. "Just put your bod' on the bed and spread your legs, then leave the rest to me."
"Oh, Tommy boy!" Sue exclaimed when she got a good look at his erect organ. "You really got a hammer there, honey! You put your ass on the bed! I'm gonna eat some o' that sweet meat 'fore I hop on it and take a long, hard ride!"
Tom lay down on his back, and Sue climbed onto the bed and leaned over him.
Laurie couldn't believe her eyes and ears. It was inconceivable to her that any woman would actually want to engage in the disgusting perversion which she herself had resisted until the rapists forced her to do it. It was becoming painfully obvious that Mrs. Caldwell wasn't the lady Laurie had thought her to be. No lady would willingly do what Sue was doing to Tom, Laurie reasoned as she gawked at the woman's pink tongue slithering all over Tom's stiff penis. Then Sue took the top half of his organ in her mouth and began bobbing her head on it, and Laurie clenched her trembling hands into fists.
To the peeking girl, the most upsetting part of the lewd act was her fiance's reaction to it. Tom's sighs and moans left no doubt in Laurie's mind that he liked having his thing sucked, and she wondered if he would ever dare ask her to do it for him. She hoped not. She didn't ever want to do a dirty thing like that again.
"Go, baby!" Tom encouraged. "God, you suck a mean cock! All the way, Sue! I got some tight nuts, and they're about to blow already!"
"Mmmm," came Sue's nasal reply.
Laurie stared unblinkingly as her boss sucked her boy friend's dick so hard her cheeks sank inward and her lips distended out around his shiny, wet shaft. She thought, Look at Sue! She loves it! God, how can she go on sucking him when she knows he's about to come? Did I look that depraved when that awful man made me suck his dirty penis? I did lose my head for a minute. God help me, but I did! I'd do it for you, Tom! I'll do it now if you'll only send that bitch away! I love you, darling! If you only knew how it hurts me to see you with Sue, you'd send her away right now and take me home!
But Tom didn't know how the sight of Sue sucking his cock hurt Laurie, because he had no idea she knew anything about it. At the moment, he wouldn't have cared anyway. The first twitchings of his orgasm had started, and his convulsing prostate gland was pumping a mass of thick semen up his throbbing shaft.
"Uuuh . . . UNNGGHHHH!'' he groaned, and sent a stream of sperm gushing into his happy cocksucker's mouth.
Sue accepted the youth's pent-up load as her just reward and sighed with satisfaction as she gulped it down jet by jet.
The climactic moment didn't go unobserved. Laurie wanted to close her eyes or turn her head, but she didn't do either. Her excited eyes and ears took in everything, and she found herself envying the woman because Tom was giving Sue the love juice which rightfully belonged to her. The mixture of passion and jealousy swirling within Laurie made her wish she could shove Sue aside and suck Tom's nice dick herself.
What's wrong with me? the tormented girl moaned inwardly. I've never had dirty thoughts like this before! Did being raped do this to me? Oh, God! I'm so mixed up! Is it dirty to want to suck my sweet Tom's dick? I don't know! I don't think I care any more! I do want to suck him .. . whether it's dirty or not! Oh, Tom! I love you, darling! So much! It's killing me to watch you with Sue!
Sue drank Tom dry and sucked the final drops of cream from his still-stiff rod before she lifted her head and cooed, "That was a nice big drink of jizz, honey! God, it was good! Don't let that horn go down, whatever you do, 'cause Sue's ready to ride the big mutha!"
"Get it in, baby," Tom said. "Put some hot cunt around it and it's good for a while yet. It won't let you down. Your suffering is over for tonight!"
From her secret vantage point, Laurie could see the bottoms of Tom's feet and up between his barely parted legs. She watched his hairy testicles relaxing and his dick wavering strong as ever above them, and her pussy actually dribbled for it. Then she saw Sue swing astride his loins and grasp the turgid shaft, only to guide the lovely head to her brown-haired cunt and make it disappear. Sue's cry of pleasure rang obscenely in Laurie's alert ears as she watched the woman skid down Tom's spit-slick pole and impale herself on it.
"Jesus, that fits perfect, Tommy boy!" Sue crooned, undulating her hips with her pubic mound pressed tight against Tom's. "We'll do this a lot.. . mmmm ... this summer, honey!"
"Suits me," Tom said. "Long as your husband doesn't find out."
"Fuck old Vince!" Sue exclaimed, bouncing with four-inch strokes on Tom's dick. "I'm fed up with his chickie-catching. Aaah . . . Tommy, Tommy! No thin' I can do about it, though. Vince'll keep breakin' in pretty little girls long as . . . ohhhh . . . they're stupid enough to . . . ahhh, oh, sweet dick . . . fall into his . . . God, that feels good!"
Sue fell on top of Tom and French-kissed him, her ass pumping wildly, her posture giving Laurie a good view of the cock-cunt action.
Though Laurie had played with herself less than a half-dozen times in her entire life, she couldn't resist slipping her hand inside her robe and under her nightgown. Her brown eyes were nearly green with jealousy at the sight of her Tom kissing that wanton bitch and letting her ride his dick, but she was fascinated by what they were doing. The uninhibited act of intercourse taking place before her eyes humiliated and angered her, but it also turned her on despite her seething resentment.
Laurie seemed to have no control over her emotions, or over her hand, which she allowed to dive between her legs and come into contact with the secretion-drenched crotchband of her panties. Sore pussy or not, it felt good to touch her hot, tingling sex hole, and she semiconsciously rubbed her tender slit through its thin covering of nylon while she kept her gaze riveted to her boss' and lover's joined genitals.
The raped, thought-to-be-a-liar teen-ager had come to her fiance's room to make amends and alleviate her suffering. Now she was suffering all the more. Her mind was in a spin, and a mass of totally incompatible emotions churned within her feverish body. She had her hand inside her panties and was inserting her middle finger into her hungry sex slot before she realized what she was doing.
She jerked her hand away and groaned mentally, I'm losing my mind! Tom, honey, this is driving me insane! I can't take it!
What Laurie considered to be a horrible sight held her transfixed, however, and she couldn't force herself to leave. Tears misted her eyes and she wrung her hands, but she continued to crouch at the brick planter like a sneak thief and peer through the plastic plants like a kid with her nose pressed to a candy-store window.
She felt left out, unwanted and unloved, and in her sexually aroused condition it was pure misery for Laurie. Sue was sitting up now, and Laurie could see the woman's fleshy buttocks contracting quiveringly as she skimmed her wet-looking labia rapidly up and down six inches of Tom's throbbing penis.
"I'm gonna come, baby!" Sue yelped. "Are you close?"
"Any time you're ready," Laurie heard her boy friend reply pantingly.
"Ohhh!" Sue sighed, sinking forward and mashing her floppy big tits against Tom's chest. "Roll me over, Tom! Get on top now!"
Laurie bit her lip as she watched them turn over without breaking their sexual connection; then they were off and running again, this time with Tom's tensed buttocks arcing furiously as he plunged his dong piston-like within Sue's fluttering hole.
"Fuck me!" Sue cried.
A suppressed sob escaped Laurie when she saw her darling intensify his efforts. Oh, Tom! Nooo! her jealous mind moaned.
"Harder, Tommy... harder, baby! Oh, God, give it to meee!"
Don't, Tom! Laurie wanted to shout. Don't give it to HER! It's mine, darling! You're mine! I love you, love you!
"Ready?" Tom rasped.
"Yesss!" Sue groaned, throwing her legs wide and hammering her pussy up to his plunging rod. "Oh, Christ, yes! Go, Tommy! Go, you beautiful young stud! Come! Now! Ohhh . . . ahhhh . COMING... AHHHH... OHHHH. . . OH, YESSSS . . . DARLING! SHOOT IT, TOMMY . . . UUUNNNNN... OH, MY GOD, THAT'S GOOD!!!"
Laurie could hear her fiance's rhythmic grunts of fulfillment and see his anus and balls convulsing, and she couldn't stand to watch them a second longer. Tears streaming down her crimson cheeks, she sneaked from his room.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sobbing uncontrollably, her vision blurred, Laurie stumbled down the corridor toward her room. She bumped into a man when she went around a corner, and screeched, "Why don't you look where you're going!"
"Hey, Laurie, it's me . . . Vince," he said, taking her by the shoulders and holding her. "What's the matter, honey? Why are you crying? Why aren't you in bed?"
"Oh, Mister Caldwell!" she moaned, and flung her arms around him.
"There, there, honey, just simmer down," Vince soothed, stroking her heaving back as she clung to him and sobbed bitterly. With her quaking young body pressed against him, he was in no hurry to find out what her problem was. He took advantage of her crying fit and gave her lovely fanny a few strokes, too, realizing that she would never know the difference. "You just go ahead and cry it out; then you can tell me what's troubling you."
When Laurie got herself partway under control, she pushed away from Vince and accepted the handkerchief he offered. Dabbing at her red, swollen eyes, she blurted, "It's Tom and Sue!"
"What about Tom and Sue?"
"Your wife . . . she's in Tom's room and . . . and they're balling!"
"Making out, you mean? Screwing?"
"Yes. I didn't mean to spy on them, Mister Caldwell. I only wanted to talk to Tom and explain about... to make him see that I was telling the truth about today!"
"And you caught them in the act, huh?" Vince chuckled. "What did they say?"
"They don't know I saw them. Tom's door wasn't locked and ... I'm ashamed of myself for doing it, but I peeked."
Vince said nothing.
"Sue is your wife," Laurie said. "Aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"She's always been hot for young guys," Vince said with a resigned shrug. "What do you want me to do about it, Laurie?"
"Get her out of there! I don't want her balling Tom!"
A sly smile crept over Vince's handsome face. He put his arm around the distraught girl in a fatherly fashion and said, "I'm afraid that's the wrong thing to do, honey." He began leading her toward his room, walking slowly with his arm around her. "If I barge in there and drag Sue out, it'll only drive them closer together. Don't you see how it would work?"
"No, Mister Caldwell, I don't see," Laurie said, hardly realizing that he was guiding her along because of her agitated mental state and his comforting arm.
"It wouldn't stop Sue from seeing your boy friend. I've dragged her out of boys' rooms enough to know that by now."
"I'm sorry," Laurie mumbled.
"No need for you to be sorry, honey. Sue can't seem to help herself. She's got this thing about young guys, and every so often she gives in to it."
"How awful... for you and her both, Mister Caldwell."
"Call me Vince, honey. We've got a problem. Let's forget our working relationship for now and get our heads together. Maybe we can do something about it after all, if we reason things out. What do you say we go to my room and do just that?"
"I don't know..." Laurie said, pausing to think before she went on. "... if I should. It's so late."
"Don't you want to get even with them?"
"I just want them to stop, is all."
"Well, I want to get even with them, Laurie, and I think we can do it, if you'll help me. I believe we can nip their little affair in the bud, too, and prevent them from balling each other all summer. Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes, Mister Caldwell, that is what I want. To stop them."
"Call me Vince," he said again, patting her shoulder before he took his arm from around her and unlocked the door to his motel room, which they'd just reached. "Come on in. I'll tell you what I have in mind."
A bedside lamp was on, and he didn't bother to turn on any more lights. "Have a seat, honey," he said, when Laurie preceded him into the room. He shut the door and locked it silently, with his back shielding his busy hands. He turned around just as Laurie was seating herself ladylike in a chair.
Smiling to himself, he said, "I'll be right with you, Laurie. Make yourself comfortable. There're cigarettes and matches in the nightstand, if you'd like one."
"Thank you," Laurie said, watching Vince walk past her toward the bathroom. She rarely smoked but was tempted to have one for her nerves. In the end she decided not to smoke, because she didn't really like the taste. She sat with her legs crossed and her foot pumping nervously, listening to Vince rattle ice cubes and glasses.
He hadn't gone into the John at all, but had stopped in the mirrored dressing alcove beside it, where he and Sue kept their drinking supplies. He made himself a highball and fixed Laurie a drink of half-gin and half-Fresca.
"I don't want anything to drink," Laurie protested when Vince offered her the glass.
"Take it. You need it."
"What's in it?" she asked, taking the glass reluctantly.
"Fresca is all," he said. "With just a dash of gin to settle your nerves. Go on. Take a sip. Think of it as a nerve tonic."
Laurie did, and murmured, "Thank you. It's very good." The girl had never tasted gin, so she had no way of knowing her drink was much too strong.
Vince took off his coat and tie before he sat down on the bed. "So you caught your boy friend and my wife screwing. I guess we'd better figure out what to do about it, hadn't we?"
The subject was a little embarrassing for Laurie, what with them being in the motel room alone together, her in her night clothes and Vince sitting on the bed. Laurie nodded and took another sip of her drink. "I don't want revenge, though, Vince, I just want them to stop it."
"Yeah," Vince said, lighting a cigarette and taking what appeared to Laurie to be a thoughtful drag on it.
"What can we do? You said you had something in mind."
"I do," he assured her. "It's tricky business, though. Finish your drink while I mull it over. Want a cigarette?"
"Just the drink," Laurie said, and she took another big sip of the potent but deceptively smooth gin drink.
Vince said nothing for about five minutes, and by then Laurie had consumed nearly half of the "nerve tonic" her kind, considerate boss had fixed for her. She watched him patiently, not saying anything because she could see he was deep in thought, and sipped her drink, feeling herself relax more and more. There was a warm, pleasant glow inside her, and she wasn't nearly as nervous and upset as she had been. In fact, she was beginning to feel pretty good, except the erotic scene she had witnessed was still having one lingering effect on her. If only the heat in her loins would've gone away along with the calming of her nerves, Laurie would have considered herself back to normal. But the sexual heat refused to diminish appreciably, and she kept squirming absently in a subconscious effort to ease the burning, itching sensation in her crotch.
Though Laurie didn't suspect it, Vince was keeping a watchful eye on her via a mirror, and his thoughts were of her and her condition rather than of how to put a stop to the sexing between her frustrated boy friend and his wayward wife. Vince didn't really give a damn how many young boys Sue seduced, as long as she did it discreetly and continued to help him with the legitimate side of their business. He had accepted her yen for young cock long ago, figuring he had no real gripe coming so long as Sue didn't pitch a bitch about him leading a constant string of young lovelies astray.
The scheming man waited until Laurie had nearly finished her drink before he made his move. He wanted her drunk enough to hear his proposal without being able to pick holes in his logic, but not so drunk that she wouldn't know what was happening to her later.
"I think you've had enough," he said, and he got up and took the glass from her hand.
"I think maybe you're right," Laurie laughed, shaking her head to clear it.
Vince set her glass aside and pulled her to her feet. "Are you dizzy, Laurie?"
"Not much," she said. "I'm aw'right, Vince."
"Sure you are, honey, but you've had one helluva rough day. Why don't you lie down on the bed? I've got everything figured out now. You can relax while I tell you about it."
"I don't wanna lie down, Vince. I'm fine . . . honest."
"Laurie," he said, speaking to her as if she were a child, "Who's the boss, honey? Me or you?"
Laurie frowned. "You're not gonna lie down, too, are you?"
"No, no. I may decide to sit on the edge of the bed while we talk, but I've no intention of lying down. Why? Don't you trust me?"
"Sure, I do, Mister Caldwell," Laurie said, blushing. "I guess maybe I will lie down after all."
"We're here to discuss a personal matter, not business, so forget the 'Mister' and simply call me Vince. All right?"
"Okay, Vince," Laurie replied, crawling onto the bed and lying down, but being very careful not to let her robe fall open or hike up.
"Now, to our common problem," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed with an arm across his chest and holding his chin as if he were thinking seriously about Laurie's immediate problem. "I'll tell you the way I see things stacked up first, and if you disagree with me, just say so. But wait 'til I finish first, so I won't lose my train of thought, okay?"
"Okay," Laurie agreed, and when Vince took her hand and gave it a little squeeze, she only smiled, thinking how nice he was to go out of his way in order to help her get Tom back.
"In case you didn't know for sure, Laurie, Tom does have his doubts about your being raped."
"But I was raped!" Laurie wailed.
"I know that, honey, and I'll try to convince Tom of it when he cools down, but right now we ha... "
Laurie felt a flood of relief wash over her when she heard Vince say he believed she actually had been raped, and she felt like hugging and kissing him when he promised to try to convince Tom. She was so grateful, she could feel herself bubbling inside, but she lay very still and tried to concentrate on what Vince was telling her.
"... So you see, Laurie, there's really no way we can stop their affair without giving them a dose of their own medicine."
"I think I see what you mean, Vince . . . but how would we manage to do that without really . . . without really balling, ourselves?"
Vince smiled to himself, realizing that the naive girl was buying his Devil's Philosophy, or had so far.
"You don't expect me to ... to ... " Laurie couldn't say it.
"No, honey, I don't expect you to let me screw you. I know how sore you must be after losing your virginity to those two rapists. Are you sore?"
"Yes, but it's getting better," she answered, too fuzzy-minded to question how he knew she'd lost her virginity when she herself hadn't mentioned it to him or Sue.
Vince nodded. "Good. Now, here's what we'll do, if you're serious about breaking them up while we still can."
"We've got to put a stop to it, Vince!"
"You're right, baby. And to put a stop to it, we'll have to make them think we're having an affair, too. Then we'll have a bargaining position, because they'll be jealous, too. Do you follow me so far?"
"I think so," Laurie said slowly, wishing she could think more clearly.
"We'll have to hurry. Sue will be coming in any minute, and we've got to make her think she's caught us in the act. Take off your clothes," he said, and began stripping himself.
"How much of my clothes?" Laurie asked worriedly.
"Everything. People are usually naked when they screw."
"But we're not going to . . . ball!"
"That's right, Laurie, but we've got to make Sue think we are. Now, hurry!"
Laurie wasn't sure she liked this part of it, but if Vince's scheme would stop the affair between Sue and Tom and get her boy friend back-and Vince seemed positive that it would--then she was willing to go along. She had only one more question. "Won't Tom be awfully angry with me when he finds out? I mean, when he thinks he finds out that you and I have been . . . carrying on?"
"Oh, for crying out loud," Vince gushed. "It's no wonder you're not taking your things off, I forgot to explain the rest of it! No, Laurie, Tom will never know. It isn't necessary for him to know. Sue is extremely jealous of me. All we've got to do is let her think she's caught us doing it, and she'll stay a mile away from your boy friend. I guarantee she won't even talk to him again for the rest of the summer."
"You're so intelligent, Vince," Laurie said, blushing as she began undressing willingly if embarrassedly. "I don't know how to thank you for going to all this trouble just to help me get my personal mess straightened out."
"I'm not doing it just for you, honey. Believe me, I'll gain by it, too," Vince said. Then he thought he'd better qualify his statement and added, "By having a true-blue wife all summer, I mean. You see, I still love Sue very much, despite her weakness."
"That's sweet," Laurie said, pulling her nightgown over her head. "I think that's so sweet, Vince."
"Yeah," he muttered, eying Laurie's firm, young, mouth-watering breasts, his lips quivering at the thought of sucking her coral nipples. "Let me help you out of your skivvies," he offered, and whisked her panties down her long, tapering legs when she raised her well-packed butt off the bed. The fact that her panty crotchband was soaked and slick didn't escape the observant seductor of young girls.
"I think I hear Sue coming now," he said urgently, the instant Laurie lay back fully nude and terribly embarrassed. "Spread your legs, Laurie! Hurry!"
"W-what?" Laurie gasped.
"Hurry, before it's too late! We don't want to miss our only chance, do we?"
Laurie shook her head and gulped, but she spread her legs and let Vince get on top of her as if he were actually going to screw her.
"Put your arms around me, honey. We've got to make it look real."
The tipsy girl could feel the hot head of his penis touching her tingling sex-flesh, and the light contact made her light-headed, but she did as he suggested and slid her arms around him.
"Your legs, too, Laurie," Vince said. "Hook them over my legs, or better yet, throw them up around me and lock your ankles over my rear. Hurry! We've got to make it look real for Sue, haven't we?"
"I-I-I suppose," Laurie stuttered, bringing her legs up quickly and encircling Vince, locking her ankles over his hard rump.
"I think I hear her right outside the door now. I'm going to kiss you. Kiss me back, honey. It'll add the perfect touch of realism."
With that, Laurie's boss lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. He also eased nearly half of his velvety cockhead into her tender pussy. Laurie whimpered and let her mouth fall open, and found herself with a sudden mouthful of Vince's darting tongue. I don't know if he's acting or for real, Laurie thought dimly as she began sucking his tongue so Sue would think they were really doing it when she walked into the room. He's got to be acting. Vince wouldn't really put it in me. He told me so, and he's too nice a man to lie. . . mmmm. . . or to play a mean trick on me. Oh, God! Is this a trick? Is he really going to screw me? Why is he rolling his glans around my rim like that? Doesn't he know it feels good to me?
Vince broke the kiss and rolled off the confused girl. "Sorry, baby. Whoever it was went on past. My mistake. I could've sworn it was Sue's walk, though."
Laurie was too busy catching her breath and trying to collect her wits to say anything.
"You did some great acting there, Laurie. I'm afraid we'll have to go through the whole bit again, though, so Sue can see us."
"I don't want to do it again," Laurie breathed.
"Did I hurt you? I forgot all about your losing your cherry today. Goddamn it, Laurie, I'm sorry as I can be!"
"It did hurt a little," Laurie said, seizing the obvious excuse to avoid going through the lewd act with him again, although his partially inserted knob had given her awakened pussy more pleasure than pain.
"I got carried away, I guess. Forgive me?"
"It's all right now," Laurie said.
Vince slapped his forehead. "No, it isn't," he wailed. "We've got to do it again ... or something else ... so Sue will think she's caught us in the act."
"W-what'll we d-do?" Laurie asked fearfully.
"I've got it," Vince said, snapping his fingers, "and just in time, too. I'm almost positive that's Sue coming up the corridor this time. I'll have to show you, baby. There's no time to explain," he said, scooting down the bed until his head was beside her hip before he swung between her widespread legs.
"Don't hurt me," Laurie whimpered.
"I won't," he whispered. "Don't worry."
An involuntary sigh escaped Laurie's trembling lips when she felt his mouth covering her hair-fringed hole and his tongue plunging all the way into it. "Ohhh . . . oh, Vince! No! Don't dooo that!"
He didn't hear me! Laurie thought, listening to her rapid heartbeats and mistaking them for footsteps in the carpeted hallway. I can't say it louder! Sue might hear me and know we aren't really doing this awful thing! Ohhhh . . . does he have to lick that far up inside me?! It feels good! Mmmmm!
When Laurie realized she was listening to her heart instead of footfalls, she pushed at Vince's pleasure-giving head and gasped, "Don't! It wasn't her, Vince! We made another dreadful mistake!"
He slid up and mounted her again, panting, "But someone else is coming! Don't you hear them? It might be Sue!"
"I th-think I do!" Laurie stammered. "Just kiss me this time! Nothing more! Please!"
His lips wet and slick with her copious vaginal secretions, Vince French-kissed the thoroughly confused, highly aroused girl. Laurie was so far gone that she sucked his tongue hungrily and forgot to complain when she felt the rounded tip of his penis probing into her again, farther this time, until the head popped into her vagina itself and brought a cry of pain from her as it dilated the sore tissue from which her lost hymen had been ripped.
"Aargh!" she cried, jerking her head to the side and breaking their deep kiss. "Oh, God! No! It hurts, Vince! Don't do it to me! Please, please . . . don't screw meee!"
The man was working Laurie like a puppet, without her having the slightest suspicion that he was pulling her strings and making her perform exactly as he wanted her to.
"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!" he moaned, jerking the head of his rod from her, but remaining in the dominant position above her quivering, sweat-damp body. "I lost my head there for a minute, honey. I couldn't help it. Jesus, you really move me, baby! I'm getting hot, aren't you?"
"I-I-I..." she stammered.
"I keep forgetting about you just losing your virginity! I wish you weren't so sore. I know it sounds rotten, but if you could take it I'd fuck you right now and to hell with tomorrow! Damn, how I wish you'd lost your cherry last year, or even last week."
"I wish I had, too!" Laurie wailed, writhing with desire and speaking from her steaming cunt rather than her alcohol-dulled mind. "Because I'm hot, too, Vince! I am! God, I'm burning up! If I could take it, I'd let you right now and to hell with everything else!"
It was all Vince had been waiting for--Laurie's loss of control. Quickly he slid up her body and straddled her heaving chest, then leaned forward and aimed the sex-wetted head of his rod at her puffy, parted lips. Without a word, he pressed his sleek glans against her soft, trembling lips.
And with nothing more than a whimper of pleasureful surrender, Laurie shut her eyes and opened her mouth, letting him feed his cock into it and laving every inch he gave her with her eager tongue. Having his prick in her mouth gave her a tremendous thrill. Beyond thinking, she threw morals and caution to the wind and flung her arms around his hips. She grasped the hairy cheeks of his rump and sucked his cock rapaciously, causing her cheeks to draw in and quiver.
Laurie moaned and went right on sucking when he started thrusting his hips and fucking four inches of his dick in and out of her mouth, just as if it were a pussy.
It is good! she thought fuzzily. So good! It excites me to suck it! I know it's dirty and perverted, but I don't care! I like it! I even liked it when the rapist made me do it! Tom likes his dong sucked! Vince does, too! Tom came in Sue's mouth! Ohhhh . . . will Vince want to come in my mouth? He can't screw me . . . I'm too sore!
Without warning, Vince pulled his dong from Laurie's sucking mouth and kissed her before she could say or do anything. She accepted his tongue and sucked it eagerly, but it wasn't half as tasty or thrilling as his dick. The bed was rolling while he repositioned himself and held the soul kiss; then Laurie felt his hand caressing her tits and she moaned into his mouth, pushing them against his hand. The tongue-sucking kiss went on and on, with Vince tweaking her tumid nipples and driving Laurie out of her mind. When she felt his hand stroke down her belly and dart between her legs, she tried to swallow his tongue and hunched her sopping pussy up for his hand to do with as it would. She was ready for anything he wanted to give her or have her do.
"Fuck me!" she croaked, shuddering with pleasure as he massaged her crotch from clit to anus.
"It'll hurt you too much," he cautioned.
"I don't care, Vince! Let it hurt! I'm on fire!"
Vince swung atop the breathless teen-ager and rammed his cock into her to the hilt, making her scream and buck up with pain. Then he withdrew it and said, "You can't take it, can you, honey?"
"Nooo! Oh, goddamn! I can't!"
"You need relief, though, don't you?"
"Yessss!"
"So do I, baby, but I'm not the kind of bastard to screw a sweet girl who's all raw from losing her virginity. Turn around, Laurie. Get on top of me. We'll suck each other off."
The lewd act he suggested didn't phase Laurie. She was lost in raging lust, every nerve in her feverish body screaming for orgasmic relief and making her willing to do anything to get it. When Vince lay back and started her in motion by tugging her arm, she kept right on moving 'til he'd helped her into position atop him, with her pussy pressed to his wonderful mouth and her head hovering over his loins.
"Lick it, baby. Pretend it's an ice cream cone," Laurie heard him say, and she extended her tongue and licked his hot, salty-tasting cockhead again and again.
"Vince! Oh, Vince! Darling!" she sobbed, when she felt his lips forming around her nerve-rich button and sucking it out from her body. He drew her clitoris into his mouth and began scrubbing it with his scratchy tongue, and Laurie threw back her head and heaved a guttural groan.
A tremor racked her body, then another, which was followed by a burst of red-hot pleasure in her loins. Her vagina fluttered. Her anus winked. Then a mind-numbing convulsion gripped her entire sexual region and she shuddered with ecstasy, crying out shrilly, "COMING . . . OHHHH . . .
OH, GOD . . . AHHHH . . . COMING, COMING!!!"
Vince sucked her through the peak of her explosive climax, then licked her twitching snatch as the moaning girl savored the final weak spasms of her mouth-induced come. "Was it good, baby?" he asked.
"Yesss," Laurie sighed. "Oh, yes!"
"I thought you'd like it. Are you ready to sixty-nine now?"
Laurie knew what he meant, even though she'd never done it, and she was willing enough but her pussy was much too sensitive to take any more of his eager sucking right then. "Could we wait a little while,. Vince?"
"You're not going to back out on me, are you, Laurie? You wouldn't leave me hurting, would you, baby?"
"Oh, no, Vince!" the misguided girl exclaimed, grateful that he'd only sucked her instead of screwing her. "I'll suck you off. I want to know. I saw Sue do it for Tom."
"Did you now?"
"Yes, and he liked it a lot, so I want to learn how to do it and be able to please him. Oh, my God . . . Sue! I forgot all about Sue!"
"Don't worry about her," Vince said. "She'll be along any second now, and nothing would make her more jealous than to see you sucking my peter when she walks in. Why don't you kneel down here on the floor, Laurie? I'll sit on the edge of the bed so I can watch while you go down on me. I'll teach you how to do it like a pro. Then when you blow Tom, you can really turn him on."
The sex words Vince was using didn't offend Laurie, and for some reason she felt like using a few on her own. "You're gonna teach me to be a cocksucker, are you?" she asked, hopping off the bed and standing beside it.
Vince blinked, then grinned and sat up, swinging his legs over the side and spreading them wide. He took his dick in his hand and motioned Laurie forward. "I didn't think you'd put it quite that bluntly, hot lips, but yeah, I'm gonna teach you how to suck cock so well that you could make a living at it, if you were so inclined."
"I don't intend to go that far," Laurie said, falling to her knees and licking the bulging head of his rampant rod, "but I want to do it as good as any whore when Tom wants me to blow him."
Vince laughed at a private thought, then said, "Get your hot mouth on it, honey. You can't talk it off; you have to suck it to get your reward."
The filthy way they were talking only spurred the tipsy Laurie on. She felt deliciously sensual and wanted to wallow in her new sexual freedom. Remembering what Sue had said after sucking Tom all the way, Laurie licked her lips and asked saucily, "And what might my reward be, Vince ... a big drink of your hot jizz?"
"You goddamn right, baby. I'll squirt it right down your pretty throat."
Laurie reeled with sensuality. For a second, she thought she was going to have another orgasm just from their conversation. She knew now what they meant by, "nasty but nice." When she lowered her head and took Vince's penis in her mouth this time, she knew exactly what she was doing. Her desire to suck it overrode all her former inhibitions. She thought of it as a cock, not just a thing as a little girl would, and his cock tasted good, and godawful thrilling. She bobbed her head faster and faster, her lips clinging to the thick shaft, and tiny sobs of bliss bursting from her nostrils.
"Here it comes, baby!" Vince warned. "Get ready for your reward!"
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," Laurie chanted, her head fairly flying and her cheeks molded inward around the sweet cock.
She felt the swollen glans enlarging as the whole delicious hunk of man-meat began twitching and jerking. Then a mass of hot cum gushed geyserlike from the tiny slit at the very tip and washed over Laurie's ever-moving tongue on its way down her strained, swanlike throat.
"Ung, ung, ung," Vince groaned, his cock pumping sperm rhythmically into Laurie's willing mouth.
Not for a fraction of a second did the lust-crazed girl think of pulling her mouth away. She was having her first taste of the basic life-stuff itself, and the pungent flavor was indescribably delicious to her discerning taste buds. She whimpered and sobbed through her dilated nostrils, sucking abandonedly, drinking the hot semen as fast as the throbbing prick could spew it out. Her excitement knew no bounds. She drank his thick cream greedily and kept right on sucking when his inner reservoir ran dry. Even when his peter went limp in her mouth, she was reluctant to let it go.
Vince pushed her head away and laughed when she emitted a whimper-like sob and licked her spermy lips. He picked up the nearly delirious girl and put her on the bed, then ate her juicy, wholesome young cunt 'til she swooned with ecstasy.
"Oh, my God!" Laurie gasped, sitting bolt upright in bed. It was morning, and she was still in Vince's room, a fact which made her very uneasy as soon as she discovered it. "Vince! Vince!" she called, but there was no answer.
Realizing she was alone, Laurie groaned and flopped back down. At first she couldn't remember how she'd come to be in her boss' bed, naked as a jaybird, and she was horrified. Little by little the events of the previous night filtered into her conscious mind, and she began to smile and stretch luxuriously. Her mind kept nothing from her. Laurie recalled in detail the things Vince had taught her and the fantastic pleasure he had given her.
To her utter amazement, Laurie didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt. Her satisfied body glowed with a sense of well-being. She was grateful to Vince for his patience and kindness, and even more grateful to him for not losing control of himself and fucking her, even when she would have let him despite the pain he'd caused her by penetrating her that one time.
They had only sucked each other. It had been great, a real blast, and Laurie couldn't for the life of her see how it had hurt anyone, least of all herself and kind, sweet Vince. Of course, they wouldn't do it again, but she was glad Vince had brought her to his room and shown her how really beautiful oral lovemaking could be.
"If this had happened to me a month ago, I'd be crying my eyes out right now," Laurie said aloud as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up. She laughed. "How stupid and naive I was! Oh, Vince, thank you . . . thank you so much for showing me that oral sex isn't dirty and perverted.
I'll never think that way again!"
The door swung open and Sue entered the room disheveled and hung-over after having spent the night in Tom's room. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?" Sue snapped.
"I slept here last night," Laurie snapped back reflexively. "Where did you sleep?"
"Where I slept is none of your business, you little slut! Where the fuck is my husband?"
"How the hell would I know?"
"You slept with him, didn't you?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Laurie taunted.
"You're fired!" Sue yelled. "Get out! Pack your things! See me after breakfast and I'll pay you off!"
"Stick it up your bitchy ass," Laurie hissed, her hatred of the woman causing her to descend to her level. With Sue screaming obscenities, Laurie jammed her feet into her slippers and put on her robe, stamping from the room with her nightgown and panties under her arm.
Even though she didn't see Tom at breakfast (one of the other boys said he was sick and planned to spend the day in bed) everything else fell right into place for Laurie. While his sullen wife sat by sipping coffee and tomato juice, Vince informed Laurie that she definitely wasn't fired.
Later, while Vince signed the checks for the whole group, Sue took Laurie aside and warned, "You stay away from my husband or I'll scratch your eyes out!"
"Stay away from Tom or sharpen your claws," Laurie told her. "Two can play your game, you know."
"You stupid little girl," Sue said. "I almost feel sorry for you."
"I don't need your sympathy, Mrs. Caldwell."
"Don't you? All right, if it's a deal you want, you've got it. Your boy friend's not all that hot in the sack anyway. I return him to you with my blessings."
"And I give you back your husband."
"You never had him, honey," Sue said, almost sadly.
"Look, Sue . . . "
"Can't we be friends? No hard feelings? Is that what you're trying to say?"
"I guess it is," Laurie admitted.
"Sure," Sue muttered. "Why not? Why should a piece of the cheese try to bite the little mouse when the big trap is already set?"
"What?"
"Nothing," Sue said. "Good luck, kid. You'll need it."
What a strange woman, Laurie thought as she watched Sue Caldwell turn and walk away. She doesn't make a bit of sense sometimes. Not that it matters now. Vince was right. It worked. Oh, I could kiss him!
Radiating warmth and charm, Laurie worked like a beaver all morning, and few of the people she got to talk to, whether man or woman, could resist buying at least one magazine subscription from her. She was bright and cheerful, bubbling over with life, and the people she talked to couldn't help being caught up in her mood.
Vince brought her lunch and checked the contracts from her morning sales while she ate it on the bus. "I think you've set an all-time record for one morning's selling, Laurie," he said with a grin, after he'd totaled her sales and given a whistle. "You haven't been pulling a gun on them, have you, baby?"
"Silly," Laurie laughed. "Of course not. Ask then when you verify the contracts. See if you can get a one of them to cancel."
He sat down in the seat beside her and patted her bare knee. "Keep it up, honey. You're doing great."
Laurie was a little surprised when he ran his hand under her skirt, but she didn't say anything until he'd given her pussy a quick feel. "I intend to keep up the sales, Vince, but not this," she said softly, pushing his hand away slowly and smiling almost shyly. "I'm very grateful to you for what you've done, and I want to be friends with you. You're a kind, sweet man . . . but I love Tom."
"Sure, honey, I understand how it is," Vince said, and he gave her knee an innocent pat before he lit a cigarette and said, "By the way, I looked in on Tom. He isn't sick. Sue kept him up all night and screwed him down, I suppose. He asked about you. I think everything is going to be all right."
"I'm glad," Laurie sighed. "Oh, I'm so glad."
"Yeah," Vince said; then he laughed. "Sue really gave me hell over catching you in our bed, but she promised to stay away from Tom if I'd stay away from you. It looks like things are working out the way we planned after all."
"The way you planned," Laurie corrected. "Oh, Vince, how will I ever be able to thank you enough?"
"I'll think of something," he said with a mischievous wink. "To start with, get your sweet ass back out there and sell for all you're worth. Don't miss a single house."
"Yes, sir!" Laurie snapped; then she laughed and kissed Vince on the forehead.
Laurie did sell for all she was worth, and her afternoon sales were soaring higher than the record she'd set that morning. She was one happy girl. Tom had asked about her. He still loved her, despite the unprovable rape, which she was willing to forget or report to the police, whichever Tom wanted her to do. The world was her oyster and she had it in her pocket.
Until three o'clock, when a door at which she'd knocked swung open to reveal a face that looked hauntingly familiar to her, with a man's muscular, naked body below it, with eight inches of hard, wet cock protruding from his loins, with a man and woman beyond him, lying on a bare mattress in a draped but otherwise unfurnished room, oblivious to everything but the frantic sixty-nine in which they were engaged. It was like opening the door on a recurring nightmare, one that became more intensely obscene each time she had it. Laurie felt her knees giving way and her heart thumping wildly. She whimpered and shut her eyes.
CHAPTER SIX
Laurie could hear voices before she managed to blink her eyes open and focus them on an unfamiliar, perforated ceiling. "Where am I?" she asked fearfully. "What happened?"
"You fainted, sugar," a man's voice which Laurie thought she ought to recognize but couldn't place answered. "We couldn't very well leave you lying outside the door, what with us having a skin party and you knowing about it, so we brought you in. How about a drink?"
When Laurie turned her head toward the man's voice, she saw first the attractive blonde young woman sitting cross-legged beside her, with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"You all right now, honey?" the girl asked, and when Laurie nodded, the blonde said, "I'm Angie. What's your name?"
"Laurie Morgan," came Laurie's automatic reply, since she was used to giving her name to scores of strangers every day.
"You're pretty," the nude Angie said matter-of-factly. "Fix her a drink, boys."
"I don't want a drink, thank you," Laurie said, suddenly realizing she was lying on the mattress where the oral act had been going on, and struggling to sit up. "I have to go. I'm working. Selling magazine subscriptions."
"We'll buy some magazines if you'll stay and join our little party first," Angie said. "How about it, Laurie? There're two horny men to be taken care of. Want to help me?"
"Sure, sugar," the upsettingly familiar-looking man said as he squatted beside the mattress and held out a highball, "I think that's a great idea. Take off your clothes and join us. Here, drink this and think it over."
"I don't want a drink," Laurie, sitting up, said. She looked at the naked man's big penis, now soft with the head resting on the floor because of his squatting position, and feared she might faint again. Fighting back the sensation of vertigo, she glanced up to his face and tried to recall where she'd seen him before. But she'd seen and spoken to hundreds of people since she'd started selling magazines, and she couldn't place him. At the moment, she was more concerned with getting out of there than anything else, so she got up and stood on her shaky legs, trying to be nonchalant as she said, "I have to get back to work. You folks go right on with your party. I'm sorry for interrupting you . . . and I want to thank you very much for taking care of me while I was out. It was so silly of me to faint like that. I don't know what caused it, unless it was too much sun. Yes! That must have been it. . . but I've had a nice rest now, thanks to you kind people, and I'll just be on my way now... if you'll tell me where you put my sales kit."
Laurie realized while she was talking that her initial impression of a recurring and progressively worsening nightmare had been right. The men were grinning lewdly at her, the blonde smiling sweetly. Suddenly the sales kit and the signed subscription contracts it contained meant nothing to the frightened girl. She was ready to forget the previous day's rape if Tom decided that was best, but she was damned if she was going to be put through another debasing ordeal like it.
I'm getting out of here, Laurie thought. And fast! To hell with the sales kit! And she bolted for the door.
"Get her, Tony," the woman said, laughing. "Don't let her spoil our party."
"She's going nowhere," Laurie heard the man called Tony say. And when she saw the padlock on the inside of the door, she knew he was right.
An icy shiver raced up her spine and she let out a bloodcurdling scream for help, figuring it would frighten the threesome into letting her go, even if no help was immediately forthcoming. She couldn't have been more wrong, and she spun around with righteous indignation when she heard them laughing at her.
"Damn you all!" she wailed. "You can't keep me here against my will!"
"Can't we?" the stocky man asked, speaking for the first time as he walked toward her with his peter dangling obscenely between his thick, hairy thighs. "Why not, baby? Who's gonna stop us?"
"The police!" Laurie yelped, and she screamed again as loud as she could.
"Save your breath, honey," the blonde called in a friendly tone. "The house is in the middle of two large lots, remember? And anyway, take a look at the walls, why don't you?"
Laurie did look at the walls, which were finished with soft-looking, perforated, white squares exactly like the ones she'd seen on the ceiling.
"It's soundproofed," the woman said.
Laurie scanned the room quickly. Even the doors were covered with the perforated squares, but brown ones instead of white, and each door was padlocked on the inside. Suddenly realizing she wasn't going anywhere until they chose to let her, Laurie eluded the apelike shorter man and ran to the center of the room, glaring down at the girl and demanding, "Where am I? What is this place? Have I gone crazy? Is this a padded cell?!"
"Sit down, honey, and let Angie tell you all about it," the friendly woman said, patting the mattress. "Tony, bring Laurie that highball now."
No one was grabbing or pawing her, and though Laurie didn't like the situation she found herself in, she felt helpless and confused enough to sit down and take the drink being offered her. She accepted the drink partly because of her nervous fear but mostly to placate the strange people who apparently held her captive.
"This isn't the funny farm," Angie said. "It's the same house you walked up to a few minutes ago. You're in a private club for swingers, Laurie."
"Oh, my God," Laurie gasped.
"Relax," Tony said. "We're not going to hurt you."
"That's right," the stocky man said. "My name's Frank, but you can call me Frankie. Pleased to meet'cha, I'm sure."
Laurie nodded. She didn't care what his name was and didn't intend to call him anything, but she couldn't help turning back to Angie and asking, "Why is the room soundproofed?"
"It's our all-purpose room. For orgies, sado-maso stuff and initiating new members. Want to be initiated?"
"I'm not a swinger!" Laurie gasped. "No! Absolutely not!"
"Okay, honey," Angie said calmly. "No one's going to hurt you if you'll swear to forget you ever found this place. We wouldn't have opened the door, but you see, we were expecting another girl and when you knocked ..."
"I promise I'll never tell a soul," Laurie said quickly.
"Let her out, Frankie," Angie said. "I think we can trust her."
"I'll let her out after we finish our party," Frank said. "I don't wanna get caught in the act. Swingers' clubs are still illegal, you know. What if little Laurie goes straight to a phone and calls the cops?"
"Oh, I wouldn't do that!" Laurie promised.
"Just to be on the safe side," Angie said, "I think maybe you'd better find yourself a nice quiet corner and sip your drink while we finish what you interrupted."
Laurie tried to talk them into letting her go right then, but they wouldn't, and since she didn't seem to be in any danger she finally shrugged and walked over to sit down in a corner of the room, figuring that if she kept her mouth shut they would soon finish their party and let her out when they left the sinful house.
What Laurie didn't figure on was the effect which witnessing Angie sucking one man and being sucked by the other at the same time would have on her. When she realized she was becoming aroused by the erotic sight and sounds, she turned her head away and put her hands over her ears.
Though it seemed much longer to the uptight Laurie who was getting hot despite her conscious effort not to-it was only a few minutes later when the tall, good-looking man named Tony walked over to her and nudged her with his bare foot.
"What do you want?" she asked, glancing up but wishing she hadn't when she saw his saliva-coated, limber penis and big hairy nuts hanging above her.
Silently he extended his hand, and thinking they were through sexing and she was going to be let out, Laurie took it and allowed him to help her to her trembling legs.
Instead of leading her to the door, however, he put his arm around her and walked her over to the mattress, where Angie and Frankie were just beginning to have intercourse.
"Let's watch them."
"I don't want to," Laurie said as calmly as she could. "I thought you were going to let me out, otherwise I wouldn't have got up. I'll just go back to the comer and wait."
"Huh-uh," he said, and stepped behind her, putting his arms around her and fondling her breasts through her clothing as he held her right where she was.
"Don't," Laurie breathed. "You promised you wouldn't hurt me."
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to feel you up a little is all, while we watch Frankie throw a little fucking into Angie. It's something to see when they get going."
"I don't want to see it," Laurie insisted. "Can't you understand? I'm not a swinger, like you people . . . and I wish you'd kindly take your hands off me. I don't like to be mauled!"
"Ohhhh, Frankie!" Angie moaned.
"Watch, Laurie! It's gettin' good for Angie now!"
Laurie didn't want to look, but like the previous night in Tom's room she couldn't seem to stop herself. The sight of the brutish-looking man's hairy buttocks rising and falling between the blonde girl's upraised thighs whipped the unwanted sensations already in Laurie's loins to a higher pitch. The man standing behind her took her swelling nipples in his fingertips and began rolling them, making Laurie suck in her breath. She whimpered, "Don't do that!"
"Why not, honey? Because it feels too good?"
"No," Laurie lied. "I just don't like it. And besides, I don't even know you!"
"The name's Tony, you little doll," he whispered, and gave her nipples simultaneous tugs.
"No! You mustn't do that!"
"Harder, Frankie! Ohh, give it to me, daddy!"
It was impossible for Laurie not to watch the feverish act of intercourse now, because the abandoned action had captured her attention and was holding it like a powerful magnet. She tried to look away, but couldn't seem to find the strength to move her head.
"They're really fucking now, aren't they, Laurie?" the man asked, his hot breath bursting in her ear, then his tongue darting in and swirling around wetly.
"Yes!" Laurie gasped, her body turning rigid before she sighed and let herself go limp in the strong arms surrounding her. "They are . . . aren't they?"
"Aren't they what, Laurie?" he asked, thrusting a hand under her skirt and cupping her itchy, hot pussy.
"Fucking!" she gasped, sucking in her breath and shuddering. "No, Tony! Please don't touch me . . . there!"
"Where?"
"Where you're touching me now! Between . . . my .. . legs!"
"Your cunt, baby," he said, reaching under her crotchband and sinking a finger all the way into Laurie's hot, slippery slot. "Your cunt is what I've got my finger in. Can't you say a word?"
"I d-don't want to say it!" she wailed, squirming about in a half-hearted attempt to free herself as she kept her gaze riveted on the moaning, grunting couple having intercourse just a few feet away. "Get your finger OUT of meee!"
"Say cunt and I will."
"Cunt!" Laurie cried. "Cunt! There, are you satisfied?"
He slithered his tongue back into Laurie's ear as his finger retreated from her hairy cleft, and when she opened her mouth to protest, he stuck his finger in and made her lick her own sex juice off it.
"Do you taste good, baby?" he asked.
"You nasty thing!" Laurie hissed.
"Yeah," he admitted, starting to unbutton her white blouse, "nasty but nice, huh, Laurie? Let's you and me try each other on now."
"Nooo," Laurie moaned, but she didn't try to stop him from opening the front of her blouse.
He pushed her brassiere up and massaged her firm, sensitive breasts. "You want me, baby, and you know it."
"I don't!"
With his thumbs and forefingers, he captured her swollen nipples and tweaked them several times, making Laurie pant for breath and squirm her warm, soft butt back against him. "You're dying to fuck, honey. Admit it!"
"Yessss," she groaned, her ass grinding against his reawakened, wonderful-feeling, big dick no matter how hard she tried to stop it. "B-but I c-can't!"
"No one will ever know," he coaxed. "Secret fucking is what this place is for, Laurie. I'm going to undress you. I'm going to make you naked. I'm going to lay you down beside Angie; then I'm going to get on top of you and give you a better screwing than Frankie's giving her."
"Nooo," Laurie breathed, shivering but otherwise unmoving when he stepped back and pulled her blouse and bra completely off. She felt him unbuttoning the waistband of her skirt, and as it fell silently down around her ankles she thought, I can't let this happen! I'm not a swinger. . . I'm a good girl! I've got to stop him. . . now. . . before it's too late!
But Laurie only bit her lip and whimpered when she felt him tugging her half-slip and panties down her tapering legs, and when he grasped her shoulders to turn her around, she stepped out of the bunched clothing and went with the pressure of his hands.
"I c-can't," she pleaded. "I'm engaged!"
"No one will ever know, Laurie," he said, cupping the round, quivering cheeks of her bare butt and pulling her to him.
When the man's hard organ pressed against her belly, Laurie melted in his arms. She opened her mouth willingly when he kissed her, and licked back at his insinuating tonguetip before he plunged the whole organ into her mouth. She heard herself groan as she mashed her burning loins against him and sucked his tongue rapaciously.
While they were French-kissing, the stranger stooped slightly and stuck his long rod between her legs, then picked her up by the ass and let her ride on his pole as he carried her to the mattress, where the other couple were still fucking blissfully away.
Only half-aware of where she was or what she was doing, Laurie kicked off her loafers and allowed the man to lay her down beside the blonde girl.
"B-but I'm not this kind of g-girl! I'm engaged!" she protested, her glassy eyes pleading up at the handsome man while he spread her legs and took his place between them.
"You want it, baby," he said, wedging the tip of his rod between her swollen, hot labia. "No one will ever know," he added, sinking his bulging glans into her.
"Ohhh," Laurie sighed, feeling a terrific thrill and no pain to speak of when the head of his big dick popped into the lower end of her secreting vagina. Then he rammed the fat, eight-inch prick home, his balls swinging forward and whacking Laurie in the crack of her trembling ass and his cockhead jarring her womb, making her suck in her breath raggedly and let it out with a mournful, "GOD ... OH, GOD . . . YESSS . . . FUCK MEE!!"
There was no holding back for Laurie after he'd once penetrated her. The events of the recent past had prepared her well. She no longer had the emotions of a virgin, but of a mature, sexually awakened woman. The voyeurism and fondling had set her loins on fire, and now her hungry cunt danced with delight around the long, thick cock which filled it to capacity.
"Oh, oh, oh," Laurie chanted, when he began screwing her unhurriedly with long, deliberately measured strokes. "Tony! Ohhhh, To-ny!"
"Is it good, Laurie?" he asked.
"Good!" she cried. "So good!"
Laurie threw her arms around him and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and licking everywhere at once. As if she'd flipped a switch inside him, he started powering the pole to her, hitting into her so hard she had to fight for air.
"Ohhhh!" she panted, and locked her legs over his out of pure instinct. Or was it from some dim memory of the rape? she wondered. She didn't know, nor did she care. All that mattered was the fantastic pleasure his plunging organ was giving her. Just as she had when she'd been ravished the day before, Laurie forgot who or what she was and gave herself body and soul to the throbbing, hot lust within her feverish body. Her mind was out of it for the time being, her emotions ruling her entirely. She hooked her ankles under the man's shins, groaned into his mouth and began humping her pussy up to him.
"That's it, Laurie," he encouraged. "Go, you hot-assed little bitch! Fuck with me! Slam that hot, tight snatch of yours up to daddy! Do you like daddy's cock, baby? Is it big enough for you?"
"Daddy!" she cried. "Oh, shit yes! Big .. . hard . . . sweet cock! Fuck harder! Faster, Tony!" And when he gave her what she asked for she moaned, "Yessss. . . oh, goddamn, yes . . . you darling, darling . . . MAN!!!"
"Tell me. Laurie!"
"Coming," she said in a hoarse whisper, feeling her inner cunt muscles begin to flutter out of control around his wonderful, driving dick. Then the full impact of her orgasm hit and she flung her head, shuddering from head to turned-down toes, yelling, "COMING . . . AAAAH . . . OHHHH . . . TONY!!!! OH, GODDAMN... IT'S GOOODDDD . . . NNNHHH . . . AHHHH!!!"
The wild spasming of her vaginal walls got to the experienced Tony. He tried not to lose his load, but Laurie's sucking pussy milked it right up from his tight nuts.
As for Laurie, she was lazing in the final throes of her intense climax when she felt Tony's cock twitching jerkily and pouring hot cum over the ultrasensitive neck of her convulsing uterus. She whimpered and bit her lips, loving every thrilling jet he squirted into her. It was making her hot all over again, and she began kissing the side of his face, then down his neck and onto his left shoulder. She was actually kissing the soft brown mole on his left shoulder when it dawned on her where she'd seen it before.
OH, MY GOD, her mind screamed. TONY IS ONE OF THE MEN WHO RAPED ME!!!
Laurie broke out in a cold sweat and began shivering violently, but she had sense enough to keep her mouth shut. It wouldn't do to let the rapist know she recognized him. Going to the police later and describing him, bringing them to this wicked house, that was the only sensible thing to do, and Laurie knew it.
Mistaking Laurie's sudden fit of quaking for the physical evidence of another orgasm, Tony backed his wilting rod out of her and said, "Angie, get her while she's hot, baby! You, too, Frankie! Sit on her big knockers and feed her your cock!"
Not daring to refuse, Laurie cringed inwardly but let the other girl put her mouth to her pussy and begin sucking and licking. Then the apelike man was straddling her, sitting down too hard on her tits and sticking his sperm-coated peter in her mouth, and all Laurie could do was open up and take it.
In seconds Laurie decided the man's cock was delicious, and she sucked it for him good once she'd licked it clean, and forgot her fear enough to enjoy it. Only seconds after that she decided it wasn't really so depraved to have another girl going down on her, either. Angie's mouth was working her cunt over thoroughly and expertly, and before Laurie knew she was letting herself go again, she was gone, lost in the blinding lust which was still so new and exciting to her.
"MORE!" Laurie kept shouting after each of her many thundering orgasms, and she got more--from Tony, from Frankie and from Angie, too. Laurie was fucked and sucked 'til she could hardly remember her own name. Once, during a brief moment of mental awareness, she found herself sucking Angie's cum-drenched, blonde-haired twat while Tony was fucking her own hole like mad, dog-fashion, but it was unbelievably exciting and good, so Laurie went right on sucking the other girl's pussy while she wagged her ass with Tony pounding his marvelous cock into her hungry snatch from behind.
Another time when she had her mind back for a split second, while she was licking Tony's balls with him squatting over her head, facing her "gorgeous snatch," as he called it, and getting ready to mount her for a round of sixty-nine, Laurie saw the evidence of her nails on his buttocks. She knew for sure he was one of the rapists then, but she forgot again as soon as he licked her needy pussy and rammed his scrumptious cock down her willing throat.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When the four-way orgy had finally ended, Laurie was let out of the house fully dressed and with her sales kit. The hour of incredible sexing she had experienced left her knees weak, her body satiated and her mind numb. In fact, Laurie was in such a daze that she went back to work.
She started coming out of her mental fog slowly, but it wasn't until she was on the bus and headed back toward the motel that it suddenly hit her.
In her stuporous condition, she'd forgotten to call the police. There was no doubt in her mind that Tony, the big, beautiful stud at the orgy, the same guy who'd raised goosebumps on her and thrilled her right down to the tips of her dainty toes, had also been one of the two men with stocking masks who'd raped her in another section of the city only the day before. And not only that--Tony was also Mister Anthony, the slick seductor who'd very nearly taken her cherry the first day she'd ventured out selling magazines. Finally Laurie had remembered where she'd seen his all-too-familiar face and heard his pleasant voice--and that had been in yet another neighborhood.
Again Laurie broke out in a cold sweat and began to shiver as if she had a bad case of the flu. Something was going on which she didn't understand--something dreadful, dangerous and wicked, she feared--because she now realized that she couldn't possibly have run into the same sex maniac by accident in three different houses located in three different parts of the city. The odds against such a series of disastrous events occurring by chance were astronomical, and Laurie knew it.
He's after me, Laurie thought with a shudder. I know it. I don't know for what. . . but he is after me! And what about the other people? The second rapist? Angie and Frankie? Some evil force is behind the awful things that have been happening to me! Oh, God! What am I going to do?
More than ready to give up her magazine sales job now, Laurie jumped off the bus and rushed into the motel, heading straight for Tom's room to tell him her fears and suspicions and let him take her home immediately.
Things didn't work out the way Laurie had expected, however, because Tom didn't give her a chance to explain. It was obvious that he was still dubious about her being raped when he let her into his room, and before she could say anything he started giving her hell for spending the night with Vince.
Laurie tried to explain that she had only done it to make Sue jealous and insure that she would keep her boy-hungry ass away from Tom.
"How the hell did you know about that?" Tom demanded.
On the defensive, Laurie had to tell him why she had come to his room, then the embarrassing part about watching them have sex.
"Why, you little sneak!" Tom yelled, and he grabbed her by the shoulders and began shaking her.
Tom's reaction was the straw that broke Laurie's temper. "Goddamn you, Tom Barringer!" she shrieked, kicking at his shins and beating his chest with her fists as he shook her so hard her teeth rattled. "I only slept with Vince to get you back! We didn't fuck! We never intended to! We only meant to make Sue think we did, so she'd be jealous and stay away from you!"
He stopped shaking her and held her out at arm's length, hissing, "Are you telling me the truth this time, damn you?"
"Piss on you!" Laurie sobbed, bursting into tears because of her anger and hurt pride. "I didn't screw Vince--Which is a lot more than you can say about Sue!"
Tom's expression softened. He pulled the sobbing girl close and embraced her, murmuring, "I'm sorry, baby. Honest, I am. I believe you, Laurie. Everything's going to be all right, sweetheart."
"Take me home, Tom," she blubbered. "I'm not a virgin any more. It's not my fault, damn it, but I'm not. I'll live with you while we go to college, darling. If you still want me."
Full of tenderness and intending only to soothe his distraught fiancee, Tom drew her down onto the bed with him and began kissing and caressing her. In her eagerness to make up with the man she loved, it was Laurie who made the first sexual move. Timidly she took his hand and placed it on her breast while they were French-kissing, and as he massaged her tits she reached down and did the same for his rising penis.
"We'd better quit, honey," Tom suggested half-heartedly when his rod was fully up and throbbing with desire.
The tender loving her boy friend had been giving her was bringing Laurie's well-sexed body back around by then, and she didn't want to quit. She wanted to give herself to him, to prove her love and her willingness to please him. "We don't have to quit, darling," she breathed. "I love you with all my heart, Tom."
"You're sure, Laurie? I won't force you, honey."
"You don't have to force me, Tom. We're going to live together, aren't we? And get married when you finish school?"
"You can count on it, sweetheart," he promised, and began undressing Laurie, kissing every inch of her body as he bared it lovingly.
When they were both naked, with Tom between her legs on his knees and elbows, Laurie smiled up at him and took his hard dick in her trembling hand. She guided the head between her sex-wet labia and sighed, "Oh, Tom . . . darling."
He sank it into her well-lubricated pussy with the utmost care, giving her an inch at a time until she'd taken all seven and his nuts were snuggling into the quivery Crack of her warm, soft butt.
"Tom!" she whimpered, hugging him and throwing her legs up around him. "Oh, darling! That's so good! I love you, love you, love you!"
The delighted youth returned Laurie's verbal expression of love and began screwing her ever so tenderly, as if he were trying to say the same thing with his cock.
Sighing constantly, Laurie kissed peckingly over his face and neck as she stroked his back with her hands. She could feel the gentle pushing and pulling of her sex-flesh as his prick explored her hairy hole with tender loving care. Despite the orgy earlier that day, her cunt was tight around him. She loved Tom's organ as well as the boy himself, and she was keenly aware of every loving thrust he gave her. She tingled all over each time he stroked it home and made her puffy lips fold inward around his sturdy shaft, only to shiver with pleasure when he pulled all but the head from her and she felt her hungry sex folds distending out from her body and clinging jerkily to his wonderful dick.
The blind lust she had experienced that afternoon was altogether different from what she was finding with Tom, but Laurie much preferred the loving screwing she was getting to the other. Tom's lovemaking made her feel marvelous--loved and wanted--whereas the other had made her feel dirty and demented.
"I love you, Tom! I love you so much!" she panted, her hips beginning to move with him.
"Love you!" he grunted, and began humping his cock to her faster and harder but still lovingly.
Laurie kissed him with open-mouthed urgency and thrust her tongue in for him to suck, thinking, This is the way it should be. Ohhhh, this is the way it should be between a man and a woman!
Wanting to help him all she could, Laurie let her legs fall from around him. She bent her knees and placed the soles of her feet on each side of his knees, then flung her legs wide apart and began throwing her happy pussy up at him, matching him stroke for stroke, making her hair-fringed hole gulp every delightful bit of his inrushing cock in midair before his damp belly slapped against hers and drove her bouncy bottom back down to the bed.
"Oh, Tom . . . Tom!" she moaned. "I love it, darling! I'm yours! Yours alone, honey . . . love me .. . do it to me harder!"
The young man increased his efforts, with Laurie, sobbing and hammering her snatch up to him. The bed popped and creaked under their abandoned union. Perspiration made their skin glisten wetly as the young lovers gave themselves over to the mounting bliss of their first complete act of lovemaking.
"Love me!" Laurie panted. "Love me with your sweet cock, darling! Fuck me, Tom . . . ohhh .. . fuck me good!"
Tom was a bit taken back by Laurie's choice of words, but his orgasm was impending and her impassioned outcry brought it even nearer. His balls drew up tight against his groin, and he threw a flurry of hard, short, rapid thrusts into her sopping, gripping slit.
"Yessss!" she cried, grabbing his rhythmically working buttocks and helping him hit into her harder yet. "Fuck . . . fuck ... FUCK!!!"
His sweat-damp, hairy belly slapped rapid-fire against Laurie's smooth, wet abdomen as they both heaved for breath and plunged into a furious crescendo, each of them straining to give the other the maximum possible pleasure while increasing their own at the same time.
The wild finish lasted only a few seconds. Tom groaned gutturally and plunged his twitching dick home for the last time, sinking his ballooning cockhead into the depths of Laurie's rippling belly and leaving it there.
"Yes, darling!" she rasped, clasping him to her and holding him in to the hilt. "Come! Shoot it into me!"
He grunted as the first stream of his pent-up load gushed from the eye of his dick.
"Yessss!" Laurie yelped when she felt his hot sperm squirting into her belly. "Oh, yes, darling!
Love you . . . love you!"
Whimpering soulfully, she took half of his thick ejaculation before the pulsating of his cock triggered her climax and evoked a ragged cry of fulfillment from her. Because she loved him, the orgasm Tom gave her was the best she'd experienced so far. Shuddering with ecstasy, she buried her face in the crook of his neck and sobbed brokenly.
Later, when their passion had subsided, Tom asked, "If you and Vince didn't ball, what did you do all night, honey?"
"Slept, mostly," Laurie answered, and offered nothing more.
"That's all?"
"We had a drink first," she admitted. "My nerves were pretty shot after being raped and then seeing you and Sue. That's the only reason he made me a drink . . . and it's the only reason I drank it."
"And you spent the night in bed with him without doing anything?"
Laurie gulped. "We thought we heard Sue coming a couple of times, so we acted like we were doing it. But we didn't, Tom. I swear he didn't ball me, honey."
"You acted like you were doing it? How?"
"I don't want to talk about it, honey. What difference does it make now?"
"It makes a lot of difference to me, Laurie," Tom said worriedly. "I'm going to marry you, remember?"
Laurie didn't want to tell him, because she was afraid he wouldn't understand. But she didn't want to deliberately hide anything from her future husband, either, so she steeled herself and said, "We took off all our clothes . . . Sue wouldn't have believed it otherwise, Tom . . . and when we thought we heard her coming, Vince got on top of me ... you know . . . between my legs ... as if we really were doing it."
"Did he put it in you?" Tom asked nervously.
"Just the very tip, is all, honey."
Tom took a deep breath. "Then what?"
"It wasn't Sue, after all. Then we thought we heard her coming again, but I wouldn't let him get back on top of me, so he licked me."
"Where?" Tom asked, his voice quavering.
"On my pussy," Laurie said, her voice also quavering. When Tom said nothing, she went on, "I wouldn't let him lick me again, either, but it wasn't Sue and the next time we thought we heard her I told him to just kiss me and nothing more."
"And is that all?" Tom asked hopefully.
"I'm afraid not.. . you see, Vince got sort of carried away and he started putting it into me, but-"
"The sonovabitch!" Tom spat. "I told you to watch out for that dirty old bastard!"
"No, honey," Laurie hurried to say, "let me finish. Vince didn't screw me. It hurt me, and he pulled it right out and apologized. He was real sorry, Tom. Honest!"
"I'll bet," Tom groaned. "Was that the end of it?"
"I wish now it had been," Laurie said under her breath.
"What did you say, baby? I didn't hear you."
"I guess I'd better tell you everything," Laurie said, smiling sort of sickly. "I don't want to keep any secrets from you. . . but you've got to understand, Tom!"
"I'll try," he promised. "He did fuck you, didn't he?"
"No, darling, I swear he didn't!"
"Let's hear it, Laurie. All of it."
Laurie swallowed her pride and began, "Like I said, he pulled it right out. .. but I guess I was sort of getting carried away, too . . . because when he slid up and put it in my mouth . . . oh, God, Tom ... I couldn't do a thing but suck it. And then I wanted him to ball me . . . I'm sorry, but I did .. . and he said we'd just suck each other instead. Well, we started to, both at the same time. I had a come, but he didn't. Then he sat on the side of the bed and I knelt on the floor and I... I sucked him off."
"Jesus!" Tom groaned.
"Don't be mad at me, Tom," Laurie begged. "I couldn't help it, honey! I was hot. . . and confused . . . and I didn't really know what I was doing!"
"Anything else?" Tom asked, grimacing.
"That's all! I swear that's all, darling."
Tom took a deep breath and let it out in a thoughtful sigh. Then he said, "Okay, I don't like it, and you'd better not ever do a thing like that again, but.. . okay. Let's forget it."
"Oh, Tom!" Laurie gushed, hugging him fiercely. "I knew you'd understand, darling."
With everything else between them settled, Laurie began telling her understanding fiance about her suspicions concerning the recent upsetting episodes in her life, finally getting off her chest the strange, fearful story which had brought her to his room in the first place. Tom already knew about the "near rape," and Laurie merely refreshed his memory without mentioning that it had actually been a near seduction. She also refreshed his memory of the actual rape, and watched his ears perk up when she told him that the man who'd tried to force himself on her that first day had also been one of the two masked rapists.
"How can you be sure, Laurie? You said they wore the masks all through it, honey."
"I saw him again, Tom. This afternoon. And this time he didn't have on a mask!" Laurie said excitedly. Then, of course, she had to tell Tom about Tony's mole and the scratches she'd put on his buttocks during the rape, and that made necessary an explanation of how she'd come to see the mole and the scratches on his rump again, and when Laurie told about the strange house and the woman and two men and how she'd been forced to join them and do all sorts of wild sexual things, Tom blew his stack.
"B-but they made me do it!" Laurie protested.
"An orgy!" Tom shouted, jumping off the bed and slapping the wall. "How could you let yourself get sucked into a goddamned orgy?!"
"I didn't want to, darling! But they made me watch . . . and they took my clothes away from me and . . . and they made me so hot that I. . . oh, you've got to believe me, Tom! I couldn't help myself! It's an evil plot of some sort! Don't you see how it all fits together? It's that man Tony, or Mister Anthony or whatever his real name is! He's after me, Tom! I don't know why, but I'm scared to death! He's attacked me three different times in three different houses in three different parts of the city! It couldn't be coincidence! Don't you see that, Tom?"
"I don't see anything!" he raged. "Except that you sure as hell get around for a girl who's supposed to be a sweet little virgin! Get your cock-hungry ass out of here! You can sell magazine subscriptions and get fucked all summer for all I care! I'm going home, all right, but I'm not taking a slut like you with me! And you can damned well forget about shacking up with me during school! Pay your own fuckin' way through college!"
Sure that she'd lost Tom forever, the heartbroken girl ran for help to the only other friend she had--kind, considerate Vince Caldwell. Laurie was too frightened, frustrated and confused to think clearly, or she would have realized the man who'd sent her to those three houses in different parts of the city was none other than Vince himself.
Sue was in the motel room with Vince, and they were dressed for bed, but Laurie barged in anyway and breathlessly told them the same things she'd told Tom, only in more detail. Not until she'd blurted out everything did she finally break down and begin sobbing bitterly over losing her true love.
"It's a horrible nightmare!" she cried. "I couldn't help any of it! But Tom wouldn't listen! He doesn't believe me! Oh, God. . . it's a nightmare ... a horrible nightmare!"
Vince nodded to Sue, and the woman made Laurie take a tranquilizer.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I want those houses checked again, Vince," Laurie said, when the tranquilizer had calmed her down a bit but hadn't yet achieved its full effect. "All three addresses."
"Sure, Laurie," Vince replied. "We'll do it first thing tomorrow."
"No, sir," Laurie insisted. "I want them checked tonight. . . and by the police this time."
Vince turned a little pale. He walked over to the window and parted the drapes with his hands. After he'd stood there looking out for a couple of minutes, he turned back and said, "It's late, Laurie."
"I don't care how late it is," she said doggedly. "If you won't take me to the police, I'll go in a taxi."
Vince gritted his teeth. "I didn't say I wouldn't take you, honey. Just cool down for a minute and let me think."
Laurie couldn't help but cool down, what with the tranquilizer working on her, but her purpose was stronger than the drug and a moment later she said with finality, "Take me to the police now, Vince, or I'm going to call a taxi."
Evidently Vince had made up his mind, because he said, "Sure, baby, right now." Then he turned to Sue and winked so Laurie couldn't see, saying, "I'm not going to fool around with these hick cops in Evanston. I'm taking Laurie directly to headquarters in Chicago, where she'll be properly taken care of."
Sue frowned. "Isn't it a little soon, Vince? Do you think she's ready for that?"
"I'm ready," Laurie insisted.
"I don't have any choice, Sue," Vince said shortly.
"I guess not," Sue replied, throwing the gullible Laurie a compassionate glance. "Go on. Take her to Chicago. I can handle things here."
By the time she and Vince were entering a warehouse district nowhere near the Chicago police headquarters, Laurie was fairly well tranquilized. She'd stopped wondering about Vince's squirming and arm-waving in the phone booth, when he'd said he'd forgotten to make an important call and had stopped to do it just a few blocks from their motel. But her mind was only calm, not inactive, and when he stopped the bus behind a big black car in front of an old three-story warehouse, she knew it wasn't the police station.
"Why are we stopping here, Vince?" she asked tensely.
"This is where our company offices are located," Vince explained as he shut off the lights and engine. "I have to stop by and explain things before we cause any bad publicity."
"To hell with explaining to the company," Laurie said. "We're going to the police anyway . . . aren't we?"
"Sure we are, honey, but what difference could a few minutes make? Mister Lovato is expecting us. He's the important call I had to make. He said he'd meet us here. Come on, Laurie. My ass will really be in a sling if I don't take you up and clear this with the big boss first."
"He won't try to stop us from going to the police just to avoid some stupid publicity, will he?" Laurie asked worriedly.
"Of course not!" Vince assured her. "That's the reason for stopping off here, honey. Mister Lovato has connections with the police. He can get your case taken care of right now, and avoid any bad publicity, too. Now do you see? Okay?"
"Okay," Laurie said reluctantly, and allowed Vince to help her from the bus.
Vince had a key to one of the doors. He used it, drew Laurie inside with him, then locked the door again and took her by the arm. Avoiding the trucks, crates and stacks of cardboard cartons, he led Laurie through the nearly pitch-dark lower floor of the warehouse and put her into a freight elevator at the back. They rode up to the third floor and got off. To their left was a row of offices, the first and second of which were lighted.
"The second one," Vince said, and opened the door for her.
Laurie preceded her boss into his boss' office and saw the massive Mister Lovato for the second time. Unlike their first meeting, the bald man wasn't smiling now. He was scowling, sitting in a swivel chair behind his great walnut desk and puffing nervously on a big green cigar.
Before Laurie could even say hello, the upset man barked, "Put her in there. Let's talk."
"Wait in here, Laurie," Vince said, hurrying her through the open door into the first office and closing the door in her face without so much as an explanation for their rudeness.
"Well!" Laurie huffed when she heard the door being locked on the opposite side. Feeling even more abused than ever, she stamped to a desk and plopped down in the secretarial chair behind it.
Laurie could hear Vince and Mister Lovato arguing in his private office. She couldn't make out their conversation but did catch a few words and phrases here and there. Mister Lovato's first name seemed to be Joe, because she heard Vince calling him that repeatedly, and she also heard him whining, "I had no choice, Joe! The kid's too goddamned smart! She put. . . and . . . things out!"
Wondering why the two men were arguing when they should have been getting her to the police, Laurie was about to yield to her curiosity and put her ear to the door when she heard the freight elevator jerk and start grinding down. She remained seated and waited tensely. The elevator stopped below, then began climbing again. It stopped at the third floor. Laurie heard footsteps; then the outer door to the office she was in opened and her heart leaped into her throat.
"Vince! Mister Lovato!" she shouted, running to the locked inner door and beating on it with her small fists. "It's the man! The man who raped me! He's here! Oh, God! He's here in the office! Help me! Don't let him get me!"
"Cool it, sugar," the beautiful young man named Tony said calmly as he sat down in a chair just inside the door and crossed his legs. "I ain't gonna lay a hand on you unless Joe gives the order."
Just then the door connecting the two offices opened and Joe Lovato stood in the doorway with his hands on his hips, frowning. "Took you long enough, Tony."
Tony shrugged. "Got here quick as I could, boss."
Laurie thought she was going to faint. The man who'd systematically degraded her on three separate occasions was calling her boss' boss boss. The mystery was nearly solved, but Laurie wished to God she'd had sense enough to leave it alone. Now she knew who was responsible for all the terrible things that had been happening to her, and she was afraid that all too soon she would also find out why.
She was scared to death, cold and shaking, but she said nothing. She was living a grotesque nightmare, and she knew only too well that the victims of nightmares have absolutely no control over what happens to them.
"Bring her in my office, Tony," Joe Lovato ordered. "Vince fucked it up good this time."
"I had to bring her here, Joe!" Vince insisted. "Goddamn it, she was going to the cops! She would've blown our whole setup sky-high!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know!" Laurie heard Lovato growl as Tony pushed her into the plush office ahead of him. "But what the shit are we gonna do with her now? She's not ready, Vince! If we go ahead and put her to work, she might still blow the whistle on us!"
Lovato whirled toward the cringing Laurie and shook his cigar at her. "You know what, sister? You're too smart for your own fuckin' good. We had plans for you, baby. Too bad you had to be a smart bitch and screw 'em up, because your pretty ass won't be worth a dime to you or us, either, layin' on the bottom of the lake."
"No," Vince protested, looking suddenly ill, "I won't have any part of murder, Joe. It isn't necessary. Will you listen to me?"
Laurie thought she'd been scared before. But now her teeth were chattering and she felt cold as ice despite the hot summer night. Oh, dear God, she thought. What have I gotten myself into! What kind of animals are these! Aloud she said, hardly recognizing her own fear-filled voice, "Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"
"Shut up, cunt!" Lovato barked. "Talk, Vince, and make it fast. We gotta do something with her tonight."
"Put her in one of the animal shows for now," Vince suggested as he sweated profusely, "or in one of the cheap houses where she can be locked in and guarded. I got it, Joe. Put her in one of your nigger houses. Give her a month down there and she'll beg you to let her come out and be the high-priced call girl we picked her for."
"I dunno," Lovato said, glancing at Laurie-who was too stunned to utter a word-and flicking the long white ash off his cigar. "Be a lotta trouble, Vince. If she got loose before we broke her, we'd all be hanged, and you know it."
"Don't kill me!" Laurie begged. "Oh, God ... I don't want to die!"
"She loves it, boss," Tony said. "She'll buckle in no time. Be one of the best girls you got in six months. I'd bet on it."
"We'll all be betting on it if we try her," Lovato said. "Long years in prison, we'll all be betting. Maybe even our goddamn lives! We've got Miss Morgan here against her will, boys. We didn't prepare her sufficiently for her new profession. We slipped up, or rather you and Vince did, and now we're guilty of KIDNAPING!!!" he thundered.
No one said a word for nearly two minutes. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, Laurie glanced around for an escape route. There was none. Tony was coolly guarding one door, the nervous Vince the other. There was only a window, closed, through which Laurie had the insane urge to dive. But the hard pavement was three stories down, and she didn't want to die.
Finally Lovato spoke. "It's up to you, girl. You got a choice. I'm nuts for giving it to you, but you're a gorgeous cunt and I need you. You wanna die tonight or become one of my whores and live to a ripe old age?"
"I want to live," Laurie whimpered.
"Tell me," he said. "Say, 'I want to be one of your whores, Mister Lovato.' "
It was the most difficult sentence Laurie had ever uttered, but she forced herself to say the scaldingly humiliating words. "I . . . want to be ... one of your . . . w-whores, Mister Lovato."
"You forgot to say please. Ask me this time."
"Please!" Laurie wailed, tears streaming down her burning cheeks. "Please, Mister Lovato! M-may I be .. . one of your whores?"
"Yeah," he said. "I like the way you beg, honey. I'll give you a try . . . right now. Take off your clothes."
"Here? In front of all three of you?" Laurie gasped.
"You might as well get used to it, sugar," Tony said. "Joe Lovato's whores have no shame . . . and if you wanna live, you'll shed yours right along with your clothes."
"Take 'em off," Lovato growled.
Laurie unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of it. Tony unhooked her brassiere and she removed it also, her firm tits sagging only slightly despite their size. She could feel the evil eyes of Joe Lovato admiring her breasts, and again she had to fight back the urge to dash past him and dive through the window.
She kicked off her loafers as she unfastened her skirt, then let it fall around her feet and kicked it to the side. "Please," Laurie whined, "not in front of all three of you!"
"Would you rather go for a swim with your feet in concrete?" Lovato asked, smirking.
Feeling as if she were the victim in a bad horror movie, but realizing this was brutally real and they were playing for keeps, Laurie hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and half-slip, then stooped as she pushed them down her lovely legs and stepped from both undergarments at the same time. With her hands covering her pubis, because despite Tony's warning she simply could not shed her shame along with her clothes, the tormented girl stood up.
"Take off your socks, too, baby," Lovato ordered. "I got some regular clients who like to lick pretty feet and suck dainty toes. Lemme see if your feet are as pretty as the rest of you."
Cringing, Laurie leaned against the edge of his desk and removed one sock, then the other, dropping them on the pile of her discarded clothing.
"Yeah," Lovato said, nodding approval, "I can use you most anywhere. All you gotta do is stay in line and obey orders. Think you can do that to save your life, Miss Morgan?"
"I'll t-try," Laurie quickly replied.
"You'd better try, cunt," he snapped, pinching the nipple of her left tit as he sat down on the edge of his desk and spread his legs. "Here's your first order. Let's see how you perform with your life at stake. Unzip my pants and take out my cock."
The pain from his pinch lingering in her tender nipple, Laurie reached toward his crotch with a shaking hand. Her head lowered in shame and with tears misting her eyes, she opened the big man's fly and tried not to show her disgust as she fished out his flaccid peter.
"Now, Miss Morgan, if you'll be so kind as to get down on your knees and take my cock in your mouth."
Kindness had nothing to do with it, but out of fear Laurie dropped to her knees and took the limp organ into her reluctant mouth.
"Don't let me feel your teeth or I'll knock them out for you," she heard the terrible man say as she began sucking and licking his spongy appendage. "That's it. I see that you already know how to give blowjobs."
"I taught her how," Vince, who was obviously in disfavor, volunteered.
"At least you did one thing right," Lovato admitted. "I think the little darling is sucking me up a hard-on already. How about it, Miss Morgan, is my pecker getting stiff?"
"Yes, sir," Laurie said, taking her mouth off the detested rising dong.
"Well, don't stop. Go on. Maybe I'll let you suck me all the way off. Would you like that?"
Laurie shook her head.
Lovato slapped her. "You gave the wrong answer."
"Yes," Laurie whimpered, her cheek stinging.
"Yes what, whore?"
"I want to suck you off," she groaned.
"Then proceed, my dear, by all means," he chuckled evilly, grabbing a handful of her auburn hair and ramming his cock into her gasping mouth.
Resigning herself to the distasteful task, Laurie began bobbing her head at the cruel man's loins, sucking his dick until it was bone-hard and bracing herself for the dreaded moment when he would ejaculate into her mouth.
She was not to be let off so easily, however. Joe Lovato owned the warehouse they were in, but it was only a front for his more lucrative business of white slavery. His reason for sexing Laurie wasn't for his pleasure or hers. Vince, whom Lovato paid handsomely for each beautiful young girl he delivered, hadn't prepared Laurie sufficiently to accept her new role in life. Lovato's only reason for sexing her was to degrade her so thoroughly that Laurie would accept whoredom and cause him no trouble.
"That's enough for now, cocksucker," Lovato said, and when Laurie gladly jerked her mouth off his rod, he put his hand on her forehead and toppled her backward onto the carpeted floor. "Don't move. Stay right there and spread your legs. Finger yourself for us. Give us a good show, Miss Morgan."
Laurie's cheeks had already been burning with shame, but now they felt as if they were on fire. However, she didn't dare refuse, so she shut her eyes to block out the three watching faces and obeyed her second order. She spread her legs, then sank the middle finger of her right hand palm deep into her slightly moist sex hole and began pumping it in and out.
"Take off your clothes, Tony," Lovato said. "I want you to give her some more of that big dong you said she liked. I want to see just how well she does like it."
"My pleasure, boss," the petrified Laurie heard the man she hadn't been able to resist only that afternoon reply.
Despite her circumstances, Laurie began to feel a tiny bit of pleasure as she fingered her cunt and tried not to think about what was coming next. But trying not to think about something makes one think about it even more, Laurie soon discovered, and she couldn't help worrying about how she would react when Tony put it in her in front of the other men. I won't respond, Laurie told herself. I know Tony for what he is now. He may look like a movie star, but he's actually a vicious man. And Vince. .. oh, God, how could I have been so wrong about him! If only I'd listened to Tom! Then I wouldn't be here. . . taking orders from that baldheaded monster who's going to turn me into a whore!
"Okay, sugar," Tony said as he knelt between Laurie's legs, himself naked now. "Get your finger out of that gorgeous snatch and take hold of the cock you love best." I love Tom's best! Laurie felt like screaming, but she didn't. Wanting to end her present misery in the shortest possible time, she backed her finger from her juicy hole and grasped the eight-inch prong poised for entry into her unwilling body.
"That's it," Tony encouraged. "Be a nice little prostitute and put it in for me."
Laurie began crying again as she fitted the rounded tip of the thick dick between the slick lips of her parted vulva. Obediently, she guided the head into her, then clenched her eyes as she released his shaft and felt it sinking slowly into her, dilating her satiny vagina and probing deep into her quivering belly. When the velvety cockhead nudged the mouth of her womb, an involuntary sigh broke from her trembling lips.
Oh, God, she thought, when she felt his warm, hairy nuts snuggling into the crack of her wriggling ass, I don't want it to feel good!
What Laurie wanted didn't seem to matter to her body any more than it mattered to the evil men whose clutches she'd fallen into. It felt good to have her cunt chock-full of long, fat cock, and there was nothing she could do about her physical response. That isn't to say she didn't try not to like it, because she did, and desperately. She held her breath and made her small hands into fists as Tony began stroking his huge rod in and out of her tight, hot sex slot.
Damn it, damn it, damn it, her tortured mind chanted. I do love his cock. Ohhh, it's heavenly! But I hate him, and I won't give the bastards the satisfaction of knowing I'm so weak and sinful! No matter how good it gets. I'm just going to lie here and not move a muscle!
It took barely more than a minute of serious fucking from Tony to break down the lines of communication between the mistreated girl's mind and loins. Laurie was dismayed when she realized her hips had turned Judas and were betraying her by starting to work with the thrusting man.
"No!" she gasped, and made her ass remain on the floor. For about ten seconds. Then it began moving again and she found herself powerless to stop it. "Nooo!" she groaned. "Oh, noooo!"
"Looks like you were right, Tony boy," Laurie heard the big man say with delight. "The little cunt does love it. Can't seem to help herself, can she?" he asked, then laughed raucously.
"Shut up!" Laurie sobbed. "I c-can't help it! Don't laugh at me! Oh, Father in heaven ... I feel so dirty!"
"Sweet cock, sugar?" Tony asked, throwing a series of hard, rapid thrusts into her.
"Swe-sweet cock!" Laurie moaned, sliding her arms around him and hammering her sopping snatch up to him now.
"That's enough, Tony," Lovato said. "Now that Miss Morgan wants your dong, take it away from her."
Tony withdrew his long organ and got up, leaving Laurie lying on the floor, writhing and panting.
"Beg for it," Lovato said. "Beg real nice and maybe I'll let Tony finish you."
"You evil sonovabitch!" Laurie screamed. "No! Goddamn you, I won't beg! Kill me! I think I'd rather be dead!"
"Ah, yes," Lovato sighed. "That's what we were after, Miss Morgan. Now that we've aroused your righteous indignation and driven your fighting spirit out into the open . . . well, you'll see soon enough. We wouldn't want to tell little Laurie what's in store for her, would we, boys? She'll enjoy it so much more if we surprise her. Vince, help Tony pick her up. Bend her over my desk and hold her down."
As Vince and Tony grasped her arms and lifted her from the floor, Laurie saw Joe Lovato unbuckling his broad belt. "Don't whip me! Please, Mister Lovato, don't beat me! Is that what you're going to do?!"
"You'll find out soon enough what I'm going to do, Miss Morgan. And you'll take it, whatever it is. Because you're mine now. Just like Negroes were once captured and sold, Vince has captured you and sold you to me. You're my slave, Miss Morgan. Do you understand?"
By then, the other two men had Laurie bent over the massive walnut desk, with her ass sticking up and her head and shoulders pinned to the desk top. Her face was pointed toward the naked Tony, and though her view took him in from thighs to navel all she could seem to focus on was his erect, sex-wetted penis and the heavy sac of balls below it. It was impossible for the helpless girl to see what Joe Lovato intended to do to her, but expecting to receive a brutal lash from his wicked-looking belt at any second, Laurie braced herself for the painful blow. She would not beg again, and if he expected her to say she was his slave, then he was in for a disappointment. Now that she was having a taste of the abject servitude which being one of Joe Lovato's whores portended, Laurie was actually beginning to wish she had dived through the window when she'd had the chance.
The whipping Laurie dreaded never materialized. Joe Lovato had been removing his pants and shorts, not merely his belt, and when he was ready he stepped up behind the defenseless girl and grasped her by her flared hips. With his knees, he pushed Tier legs apart, then thrust his spit-slick dick into her slippery pussy without letting her know what was coming until she had it all. His five inches couldn't compare with Tony's big rod, but it felt good to Laurie in her already aroused condition. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, having no choice but to lie ignominiously across his desk and take the fucking he was giving her.
She was beginning to utter tiny cries of unwanted pleasure when, without warning, Lovato's dick retreated from her accepting pussy and burst through the impossibly tight opening of her vulnerable anus. As the rock-hard organ sped up her butt, Laurie experienced the most intense pain of her young life.
"Aargh!" she yelled, throwing back her head even though Vince was trying to hold it down. Then she caught her breath and vented her anguished humiliation with an earsplitting, "AAAARRRRGGGGhHHH!!!"
"Stick your dick in her mouth, Tony," Lovato panted, his fingers biting into Laurie's soft hips as he began sodomizing her aching asshole with callous disconcem for the suffering his plunging rod was causing her. "That'll shut the little bitch up. Go on . . . ram it down her throat!"
The bulging glans enlarged the ringed portion of Laurie's throat when Tony complied with his boss' order and jammed it past the choking girl's tonsils. She couldn't get enough air, and the pain was ripping her apart. Laurie knew she was dying, but suddenly Lovato barked an order and all three of the men backed away from her.
The abused girl slid snakelike off the desk and crumpled onto the floor, moaning and heaving for air. They left her alone for a couple of minutes. Laurie could hear Joe Lovato talking, but her mind was too numb to register his words. When Tony rolled her over and mounted her, Laurie didn't have the strength or the will to stop him from plunging his cock into her dripping, hair-ringed hole.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, feeling his glans jolt her uterus as he hit bottom. And when he began fucking her hard and fast, all she could do was whimper with pleasure and embrace him.
"Okay, Tony--now," Lovato said.
Laurie could feel the earth spinning around her, or thought she could, when actually all that was happening was a roll-over, with Tony holding her by the ass as he swung onto his back and brought her on top of him.
"Spread her," Lovato ordered.
A tremor of fearful anticipation racked Laurie's turned-on body when she felt Tony's fingers sliding between the cheeks of her soft rump and spreading them wide-open. She was mentally alert enough to guess what was coming but dazed and hot enough not to be truly alarmed. Then she felt it--the sleek head of Joe Lovato's prick-pressing into the stretched brown opening of her winking anus.
"Aaaaah," she moaned at the feel of his cockhead popping into her, and as it reamed deep into her dark tunnel she chanted, "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh!"
"We'll make a whore of her yet," Lovato said, sort of groaning as he ground his pelvis against the creamy, resilient globes of her buttocks with his rod balls-deep into her asshole. "I think she likes being double-fucked."
"Uuuh . . . unnnmmmm!" Laurie couldn't help uttering, because she did like it. Every nerve in her subservient body was keenly aware of the fantastic pleasure which having two cocks in her at the same time afforded the astonished girl. She could feel them each separately and both of them together, and the sensation of being full to overflowing was simply divine. Then Lovato began screwing her tautly stretched anus with short, jabbing motions, rocking her on the eight inches of thrilling meat in her fluttering pussy.
Laurie could feel the two male organs brushing each other through the thin membrane separating her anal and cuntal passages, and she wanted them to never stop fucking her. She knew then that it was too late, that she was lost forever to a life of lust as one of Joe Lovato's whores.
"How about it, Miss Morgan?" Lovato asked, his hot breath brushing over her ear. "Do you like being fucked by two men at the same time?"
"Yessss!" she moaned. "God help me . . . but I do! I love it! Harder, Mister Lovato . . . fuck me harder!"
"You're my new little whore, aren't you?" Lovato asked, buggering her furiously at her own request.
"Y-your . . . WHORE!" Laurie cried.
"Since you like getting it from two men so well, my hot-assed little whore, I think I'll let you try three. Would you like that? Shall I have Vince fuck your mouth, too?"
"Doooo!" Laurie moaned. "Ohhhh . .. please do! I love Vince's cock! I wanna suck it . . . again . . . right n-now!"
"You heard the lady, Vince," Lovato said, laughing, his dick pistoning in the lust-crazed girl's furnace-like butthole. "Take your pecker out and stick it in the new recruit's mouth. Let her suck you off one last time."
"She's coming on strong, Joe," Vince said as he eagerly whipped out his stiff meat and sat down beside the unholy three-way union. He pulled Laurie's head into his lap and let her take his cock into her mouth of her own volition. "I told you she would, didn't I? Am I off the hook now?"
"You won't be off the hook 'til I can send the cunt out by herself and not have to worry about her going to the cops instead of where I want her," Lovato answered, humping happily away at Laurie's delightful ass. "Enjoy your blowjob, Vince. We'll talk later."
Laurie had to strain her neck in order to do justice to the cock in her mouth, and strain it she did. It was the most depraved, lascivious, exciting moment of her heretofore normal life, and the wildly aroused girl gave herself over to the incredible lust which taking on three men at once sent soaring inside her overheated body.
Her head bobbed rapidly on Vince's tasty stalk, with her tongue whipping the glans each time she topped his organ. It was as if some demon from the fiery pits of hell had taken over her body and soul. Her lips distended obscenely around Vince's sturdy shaft, clinging to it while she lifted her head; then her cheeks would draw in as she sucked voraciously with only the tangy head in her mouth and her tongue laving like crazy over his rounded tip before she plunged her head down again and engulfed nearly every bit of his six inches.
Her pretty head wasn't all that Laurie was moving, either. None of the men had to do a thing. They'd finally found and pushed her on-button, and now Laurie was gladly doing all the work. Her midsection was straining even harder than her neck, and moving faster. Up and down her flashing hips pumped as she joyfully impaled herself on the eight-inch tool in her cunt, then snapped back to take every fraction of the smaller one up her throbbing asshole.
"Suck that cock, sugar!" Tony hissed, and Laurie tried to swallow Vince, balls and all, not stopping 'til his twitching cockhead was lodged deep in her throat and her soft lips were mashed into the coarse hair surrounding the base of his scrumptious prong.
"She's made for it," Joe Lovato grunted, reaching around Laurie's sweat-soaked torso and squeezing her big, bouncing tits.
Then Tony stuck his hot tongue in her ear and swirled it around wetly, making Laurie whimper through her passion-dilated nostrils and nearly go out of her mind from all the physical stimulation being pumped into her.
"Go, Laurie! Go, baby!" Vince urged.
And go she did, frantically fucking and sucking as if this insane moment was the sole reason for her existence. It was impossible for Laurie to tell which of the cocks started spewing into her first. All she knew was that suddenly, gloriously, she was coming as she'd never come before and being hosed with streams of hot male fuck juice in all three of her erogenous orifices at the same time. Three reservoirs of sperm were being emptied into her via three jerking, twitching cocks, with Laurie shuddering and sobbing her bliss through her flared nostrils. She wasn't about to take her mouth from Vince's flowing fountain, because his viscous cum was ambrosia and she wanted every drop he could give her.
Tony's steaming jizz was flying out the tip of his ballooning cockhead and bathing the ultrasensitive mouth of Laurie's convulsively spasming womb, and it felt so marvelous that she hoped he had a gallon to squirt.
Deep in the dark recesses of her clasping anal canal lay Joe Lovato's throbbing glans, and it, too, was pumping jet after hot jet of semen into her quaking body, giving her an enema which thrilled her to the core of her being.
As she gulped down Vince's massive load of cream and her insides went wild around the orgasmically twitching dongs in her ass and pussy, Laurie wondered dimly if she would ever be able to get enough cock. It seemed to her passion-fogged mind that the more she had the better it got, and the better it got the more she wanted.
Maybe I was meant to be a whore all along, she thought, just before her own climax peaked and the ecstasy became too great for human flesh to bear, causing her to blow up with an epileptic-like seizure before she screamed shrilly and passed out cold.
CHAPTER NINE
Laurie was still naked when she opened her eyes and discovered that she was locked inside the outer office with Vince. Now that her passion was dissipated and her fear had been replaced with dread and partial resignation to her undeserved fate, she could see how the trap had been laid and how she'd fallen into it. She felt thoroughly soiled and absolutely unworthy of any decent man as she realized the incredible passion which had consumed her in Joe Lovato's office, but her mind was back to normal and Laurie knew she could never actually accept the degrading life of a whore.
With only a glimmer of hope that he might have mercy on her, Laurie struggled to a sitting position on the floor and looked up pleadingly at Vince, who was leaning back in the chair beside the door, guarding her, and she asked for her life. "Let me go, Vince. Take me out of here. I'll kill myself the first chance I get if you don't."
"I believe you mean that," Vince gulped.
Laurie nodded. "I won't be a whore."
"Sure, you will, baby," he said, trying to laugh off her suicide threat. "Another sex session or two, and you'll forget about killing yourself. Hell, Laurie, you'll make a great whore, baby. You're a natural for it. I could see that when I signed you on the crew."
The outer office also had a window, which Laurie looked at longingly before she shuddered and decided that death was too permanent. There had to be another way out of her dilemma, and she was determined to bide her time until she found it. She wouldn't be a whore, at least for any longer than she could help, but she just couldn't force herself to jump through that appealing window. Besides, there were several questions she wanted answered first. There didn't seem to be any great rush. She could hear Joe Lovato and his hired stud talking in his private office, discussing her and where in their evil business to put her, she supposed, although she could make out little of their conversation.
"How many innocent girls have you trapped and sold into white slavery, you sonovabitch?" Laurie asked.
"Watch your tongue, Laurie!"
"Why should I, bastard? What else can you do to me?"
Vince shrugged and grinned sickly. "That's life, baby."
"For snakes, maybe. Dogs are above it."
"Lay off, Laurie! It's over . . . done with!"
"For you, you mean," she groaned. "It's barely begun for me. How many girls have you sold into this living hell, Vince? I want to know!"
"Several," he admitted. "Twenty-five . . . twenty-six, maybe."
"Do you always hire them to sell magazines, first?" .
"Yeah. It's a slick setup. If you hadn't been so smart, it would have gone better for you. By the end of the summer, you'd have been ready and willing. You've got the makings of a great whore, Laurie. I just wish I'd had time to cultivate you. Forget that slave shit Joe was spouting. He was just using it to break you to harness. Once you start cooperating, you'll get paid and paid plenty. You'll have lots of freedom, too. With your looks, you'll be able to pick and choose your customers, honey, and you'll wind up loaded with dough when you retire in your mid-thirties. It's a great life, Laurie! You'll like it once you get into it."
"How would you know? You're a man."
"Sue's not a man. She worked ten years for Joe before we got married, and loved it."
Laurie thought that bit of information over. "Does Sue really go for young boys, like you said, or... "
"Both." Vince grinned. "She likes young cock, all right, but I put her up to laying your boy friend, figuring you'd do just what you did, honey. How can a girl as smart as you be so naive?" he asked, and laughed.
"My mother never knew any men like you," Laurie replied sweetly. "So she couldn't warn me about the kinds of things that crawl out from under rocks."
"Are you gonna shut that up, or do I have to knock the shit out of you?"
Laurie could see that it was no idle threat, so she decided she'd better watch her tongue. She didn't feel like being knocked about, and there still were some answers she wanted. "You put Tony up to trying to seduce me that first day?"
"Sure . .. and if you'd let him, you wouldn't have been raped."
"Speaking of that, who was the other man? I know Tony was one of them, but I haven't been able to figure out who the other was. Do I know him? Have I met him?"
Vince pointed his thumb at his chest and grinned.
"I should have known," Laurie groaned. "Oh, Jesus .. . and I ran right to you for help!"
"Yeah. Funny, isn't it?"
"Hilarious," Laurie said dryly. "What about the two old ladies? I know that was the house."
"It was the house .. . with things changed just like you thought," Vince admitted. "The old ladies used to run cathouses for the guy Joe took over from. They were hookers in their prime. They're both retired now. They live there. It's really their house."
"And of course you helped Tom along in his doubt that I had been raped."
"Had to," Vince said. "Had to kill his love for you or kill Tom. He would've loused up the whole deal. Wouldn't you rather have him alive and despising you rather than dead because he loved you and got in the way?"
"Poor Tom. Yes, I'd much rather have him alive . .. even hating me . . . like he must now."
"Anything else you want to know, baby?"
"Yes, that house you sent me to this afternoon. They told me a fantastic tale about it being a swingers' club. It was a lie, wasn't it?"
"Nope, they leveled with you there, but the swingers only come out at night. Angie is a prostitute. I recruited her more than a year ago. As for the rape, Frankie, he's a hood owned by Joe. I hear you really went for the orgy bit right off," Vince said with a sly "wink. "How'd you like sucking Angie's twat? How would you like to team up with her and play the stags sixty-nining?"
"I didn't know what I was doing at the time," Laurie said honestly. "I was out of my head, I guess. No, I have no desire to do that again. Did they put something in the drink I had?"
Vince nodded. "A little something. Not much, honey. Mostly you were high on plain old lust."
Satisfied that she now knew how she'd been had but not having the foggiest notion what she could do about her horrible predicament short of the suicide she'd already rejected, Laurie lapsed into a sullen silence and began pondering her future chances of escape.
"The girl I recruited for Joe last month was a cute little doll," Laurie heard Vince saying without really listening to him. "Melba was her name. Stood only four-foot-ten and didn't weigh more than a hundred pounds dripping wet, but, God, was she cute! I had time to develop her before I delivered her to Joe. You know, get her over her sexual hang-ups. She was ready. Made her debut into prostitution in a stag show. Christ, that was something to see! That Saint Bernard must have weighed twice what she did, but I'm damned if she didn't fuck that big dog down to a frazzle."
Laurie couldn't help but listen then. The bestial act Vince was so vividly describing struck Laurie as just too horrendous for words, but she couldn't help perking up and paying attention to the sordid tale. It made her skin crawl and her spine tingle, but she could almost picture the small girl and the big dog coupled together, and it was fascinating in an obscene sort of way.
"That dog's cock was as big around as mine back close to his body, and I swear it must have been as long as my forearm, with a pointed tip at the end of that long, fiery red mutha. I thought those yokels were gonna crap in their drawers when little Melba got down on all fours and started lickin' the dog's tapering prick.
"Damned if she didn't get carried away and suck the animal off all the way before she could quit eating its dick. You know what she said to the audience? Big as you please, she licked the cum off her lips and smacked real loud, then said, 'If my daddy could only see me now, he'd be kicking his own ass for not fucking me when I was twelve. He had the end of his dick in my cunt before he chickened out and begged me not to tell Mother.' Those were her exact words, Laurie. Then she went back to performing by making the dog lick the juice out of her cunt.
"The guys nearly went wild. They really appreciated Melba's lack of restraint. I had to pat myself on the back for training her so well."
"When did the dog fuck her?" Laurie startled herself by asking.
"I didn't think you were listening, baby," Vince said with a lewd grin.
"I was listening," Laurie admitted.
"Couldn't help it, huh? Does it turn you on to hear about a girl and a dog?"
"I'm curious, is all," Laurie said.
"You want to hear the rest of it?"
Laurie nodded.
"Well, the dog's dick never did go soft, what with the knot in it and all. They slip their nuts when they come, you know."
"No, I didn't."
"Yeah. Hangs 'em up in a bitch dog, but that knot can give a woman a real thrill if she makes good use of it. Melba made damned good use of it. You could've heard a pin drop when she got on all fours again and reached back to help the dog get it in her. Jesus, that was something. . . watching that tiny girl with that big Saint Bernard reared up on her and fumbling to find her puss.
"Melba solved that problem quick enough. She wrapped her hot little hand right around that slick red rod and aimed it at her slit. She was nearly as red on the inside as the dog, because they'd been playing around for a good while and both of 'em were panting something fierce.
"You should've seen those goggle-eyed clods in the front row when Melba guided the dog's pecker into her and let go with half of it already out of sight. The hound let out a yelp and socked the rest of it to her. There was at least nine inches of beet-red pecker up her cunt, maybe ten. I don't know how in the hell such a small girl managed to take it all. Could be the tip was pointed enough so that it penetrated right on into her- womb. If it didn't, it must've curled around inside her or jabbed clear up to her dangling tits.
"Wherever it went, Melba started to shake all over when the animal shoved the last part of it into her. It was easy to see she was coming right off, even before she started throwing her head about and making those funny noises way down in her throat. That dog cock must've really been something to give Melba her jollies so quick, because I had her tolerance to fucking built up to where she could take on all six guys in her sales crew in a row and let every one of 'em come back for seconds if they were able after she got through with them the first time around. It took a lot of doing to get Melba that far along, since when I got her as raw material she was the youngest daughter of a hellfire preacher.
"I've learned those preachers' daughters make the best whores in the long run, though, once you get them to give up their God-shouting and direct their energies toward cock. But you wanted to hear about the fucking, not the girl, didn't you, Laurie?"
"I th-think I've h-heard enough."
"Are you getting hot from all this talk, honey?"
"No," Laurie lied.
Vince stuck his hand between her legs and felt her juice-oozing box. "Don't try to snow me, honey--you're turning on!"
"All right! Maybe I am. So what?"
"You wanna try some dog cock, honey?" he taunted. "Would you like me to fix you up a date with a Saint Bernard?"
"No! For God's sake, Vince!"
"I guess not," Vince said, smirking. "You're bigger than Melba. The dog probably wouldn't do as much for you as it did for her. How about a horse, Laurie? Jesus, I'll bet you'd love having a horse's cock rammed into you, wouldn't you?"
Laurie started to tell him to go to hell, but the elevator jerked and started down, causing them both to forget the obscene conversation and listen, Vince with worry and Laurie with unfounded hope.
The freight elevator stopped at the bottom, then started grinding back up. It stopped on the third floor again, and running footsteps sounded before there was a frantic knock on the door followed by a hushed, "Vince! Vince, are you in there?"
"Sue?"
"Yes, damn it! Who were you expecting! Open up! Let me in! I've got to talk to you!"
Vince unlocked and opened the door for his breathless wife, and Sue burst into the outer office in a very disheveled condition. She had an ugly bruise on her left cheek. Her hair was a tangled mess. All the buttons were missing from her blouse, and it was ripped. Her face was tear-stained and her lower lip was bleeding. She looked as if she'd been beaten by the ghost she'd seen, because her face was ashen and she was obviously scared out of her wits.
"Good God, what happened to you?" Vince asked.
"Tom came to the room," she panted. "You'd barely left. He demanded to see Laurie. I told him you'd taken her to the Chicago police . . . but he wasn't dumb enough to buy it. He started batting me around, Vince! Jesus! He knocked it out of me!"
"Oh, my God! You told him?"
"Only that you were taking Laurie to the company's main office. I didn't say anything more ... only that you were bringing her to see Joe and ..."
"And?"
"I don't think he bought it, Vince. He wanted me to bring him over... and when I wouldn't... he really roughed me up!"
"So what are you doing here, Sue?" Vince snapped.
"He made me bring him, goddamn it! That's what I've been trying to tell you!"
"Christ! You stupid bitch! Where is he, downstairs?"
"Fuck off with that!" Sue hissed. "Do you think I'm stupid enough to bring him here?"
"Then where the shit is he?" Vince demanded.
"I dunno. I let him out a few blocks from here. At another warehouse on the edge of the district. I saw lights on in one and I stopped. I told him you had Laurie in there, and he jumped out to go in after her. When he did, I got out of there fast!"
"Sonovabitch! He didn't follow you, did he?"
"I don't think so, Vince. I didn't give him time! There were a couple of kids parked up the street, necking, but I don't think Tom saw their car, and as far as I could tell there was no one else around. I did the best I could, Vince! The bastard would've killed me! I had to get him off my back! What should I have done? Taken him to the Evanston police?!"
"No," Vince said, calming himself by pacing back and forth. "You did the only thing you could've done, I guess. Do you think Barringer knows?"
"He doesn't know where the warehouse is, honey," Sue insisted. "I didn't bring him near it."
"I mean, does he know why I brought Laurie here!"
"I don't know, Vince. He must be suspicious! He has to know something, otherwise he wouldn't have waded in on me like he did!"
"God love a duck!" Vince groaned. "There goes our whole setup! Mine and yours. With the magazine gimmick. Barringer is bound to run to the cops now! We can be traced through the sales organization, Sue. We've got to find that boy. Goddamn, I wish you had brought him here!"
"You wish I'd brought him here!" Sue wailed.
"If we don't kill Tom Barringer, honey, Joe Lovato is going to kill us!"
Sue had to sit down when the truth of her husband's statement sank in.
"Do you think you can find the spot where you let him out, Sue?"
She nodded dumbly. "I think so. Jesus, I'd better find it. . . and he'd better still be around there!"
"Is my thirty-eight in the car?"
Sue nodded again. "I reached under the seat and unsnapped the holster while I was driving over . .. just in case I couldn't dump Tom."
"I wish you'd used it and then dumped him."
"So do I now," Sue said with a shudder.
Laurie, who'd been sitting unobtrusively and taking in everything the Caldwells had been saying, let her hopes begin to rise. She inched toward the window and peered down into the street, but nothing was there except the Caldwells' bus and car.
"Get the hell away from that window!" Sue cried. "Vince, get her away from there! She's naked! What if she's spotted by a police cruiser?"
"That's just what we need," Vince groaned. "Laurie! Get your ass back over here and sit down!"
"Piss on you!" Laurie yelled, and she tried to open the window and scream for help, but it was locked and by the time she'd figured out how to open it, it was too late. Vince had her by the arm and was dragging her back out of sight, slapping her to warn her she'd better not try anything else.
Sobbing, Laurie huddled in a corner and buried her face in her hands.
CHAPTER TEN
The door connecting the two offices opened and Joe Lovato stuck his head in the outer one, griping, "What the hell is all the commotion out here? Vince, can't you keep one little cunt under control?"
"Hi, Joe," Sue greeted her ex-boss nervously. "I'm sorry to barg-"
"What the hell are you doin' here, Sue?" Lovato demanded. "This is no time for social calls, baby." Then he saw the condition she was in and frowned. "I got a feelin' this ain't no social call, is it?"
"Laurie's boy friend jumped Sue," Vince said, talking fast and sweating more than he had earlier. "He tried to force her to bring him here, but Sue used her head, Joe. She dumped him at the edge of the district."
"Like shit, she used her head!" Lovato raged. "Goddamn! We've got a kidnapped girl on our hands! Don't you monkeys know how serious that could be? Christ, Sue, you should've taken the boy in the opposite direction! What if he finds this place and brings the cops down on us? We got to get this cunt out of here! Right now!"
"You and Tony take Laurie with you," Vince suggested. "Sue is going to take me back to where she dumped Barringer. The only way to keep him from causing trouble is to fix it so he can't talk."
"Then you'd better do just that, Vince, baby," Lovato said coldly. "If you don't take care of him, I suggest you take Sue for a long vacation in Mexico. I'm clean as long as you two are free, so stay free one way or the other or you're both dead... got it?"
"We'll take care of the boy, Joe," Sue hastened to assure him.
"You'd fuckin' well better, since he's connected to you, not me," Lovato said. "Tony, wrap the girl in that overcoat. We got to hustle her out of here."
"My clothes," Laurie pleaded. "Let me get my clothes."
"No dice. Naked broads stay in line better," Tony said as he snatched the solitary, dusty overcoat off the rack and draped it around Laurie's shoulders. "And, baby, you better not give us one bit of trouble, or you'll find out how long you can live without a heart!"
Laurie didn't know if Tony would actually do the horrible thing he was threatening or not, but she fully intended to try to escape if they gave her half a chance. Barefoot and clutching the black overcoat together at her neck and navel, Laurie had no choice but to let them hurry her from the office and into the creaky old freight elevator. They all five rode down to the ground floor of the darkened warehouse together; then Sue and Vince led the way toward the front as Laurie was half-led, half-dragged between Joe Lovato and Tony.
Numb with fear and devoid of hope, the frightened teen-ager who was being spirited away to a life of shame gave herself over to her utter misery and began crying silently. The men forced her to walk so fast she was nearly running. Though every minute seemed like an hour to Laurie, she knew that not enough time had passed for Tom to have called the police. She didn't even know if he would call them, and if he had, there was almost no chance that they would locate the warehouse in time to help her.
Time! she thought. I've got to stall them somehow! If I let them take me out of here, I'm lost forever!
Glancing around as she was pulled along, her mind working desperately, Laurie spotted an aisle between some wooden crates that were stacked higher than her head. There wasn't much use to attempt to escape the vicious men who were abducting her, but Laurie had to try. If she could only stall for time, then maybe Tom would bring help after all. Realizing that she might be killed for doing it, Laurie leaped forward, catching Lovato and Tony by surprise. She left them holding the overcoat and ran for all she was worth down the aisle between the crates, her tits flopping and her buttocks bouncing as her bare feet slapped the concrete floor.
"Goddamn you, cunt!" Joe Lovato cursed. "Come back here! Tony! Vince! Go after her! Don't be stupid, Laurie! You can't get out of the warehouse!"
Laurie hadn't really expected to get out of the warehouse, but she was surprised at how far she did get. Panting for breath, she crawled in between the far wall and a stack of cardboard cartons two rows over from the aisle into which she had darted. Hurry, Tom! she pleaded, listening to Vince and Tony's running footsteps coming closer and closer to where she was hiding. Bring help, darling! Before it's too late!
The frightened girl's heart was thumping so loudly she was sure Tony could hear it when he stopped near her. He paused, then began walking closer to where she was crouched between the boxes and the wall.
"Laurie!" she heard Joe Lovato call. "Come out right now. Don't be stupid. Don't make us kill you!"
An icy shiver raced zigzag up Laurie's spine, but she chose to slip between an opening she'd just found between two cartons instead of jumping to the evil man's demands. If she could just stall them long enough, she felt positive that Tom would arrive with help. He had to. It was the only hope she had. If Tom didn't bring help, her life as she'd known it and hoped to live it was done for.
She heard the footsteps going away from her, and she breathed easier. Lovato's voice was still booming from various spots around the warehouse. He, too, was searching for her, and alternately issuing threats, orders and pleas for her to give up the foolishness and come out.
Finally Laurie realized that foolishness was exactly what her action had been. Tom didn't have the slightest idea where she was, or that she was even being held in a warehouse. No matter how much he wanted to help her, he simply wouldn't be able to. If she stalled for a week, Tom still wouldn't be able to find her, Laurie realized. When she heard Joe Lovato offer to let her come out with no punishment for the inconvenience she'd caused, Laurie decided she'd better do it.
This isn't a Western movie and Tom isn't the cavalry, she told herself. Wise up, you stupid little girl. You're either going to be a live whore or a dead ninny!
"All right, Mister Lovato," she called, and came out of her hiding place. Tears misted her eyes again as she walked nude and helpless toward the huge baldheaded man who she knew would sell her until she lost her looks, if he had his way. But there would be other times, and she would escape eventually. In the meantime, however, she figured she'd better act as if she were willing to become what they wanted to make of her. Laurie stopped right in front of her master and said, "I'm sorry, Mister Lovato. I don't know what came over me, but I promise not to give you any more trouble."
Before she knew he had struck her, she was on her knees at his feet, with the side of her face stinging and her ear ringing. "I ought to go ahead and kill you!" Lovato spat. "Get up! I'll punish you later. We have to get out of here now!"
Laurie was jerked to her feet and wrapped in the overcoat again; then once more she found herself being forced along behind Vince and Sue. Vince opened the door he had brought Laurie in and stuck his head out for a look around before he said, "Let's go. We've got the whole street to ourselves."
His statement caused Laurie no disappointment. She'd only hoped for help, not expected it. Though she was scared to death of Joe Lovato and deplored what he was forcing upon her, Laurie offered no resistance when they pushed her out onto the sidewalk.
"Lock the door, Vince," Lovato ordered as he and Tony led Laurie toward the big black car. "And get that damned bus out of here! It's like hanging out a sign!"
"Freeze!" a voice boomed from nowhere. "Police! You're under arrest!"
Policemen were running toward them from all directions, and Laurie had never seen such a beautiful sight in all her life. She didn't see Tom running ahead of the policemen in back of her, nor did she see him leap into the air and break some of the startled Vince's ribs with a lateral kick before he landed on his feet and charged on towards Laurie and the two men who were trying to shove her into the big car.
"Let her go, you sonsovbitches!" Tom screamed only a split second before he butted his head into the small of Joe Lovato's back, The breath whooshed from the big man's lungs and his nose was broken when the force of the impact slammed his face against the top of the open car door.
Laurie was knocked to the sidewalk in the process, and she blinked up to see Tony whipping out a switchblade knife. "Look out, Tom!" she screamed over Lovato's cursing and groaning.
But Tom was like a madman, and before Tony could open the knife he had crushed the handsome stud's nuts with a sudden and powerful upswing of his knee. Tony spewed vomit and cried shrilly as he crumpled into a convulsing heap.
"That's enough. Mister Barringer!" the police lieutenant shouted, and two officers grabbed Tom just in time to prevent him from kicking Tony in the head.
"Laurie!" Tom yelled, even though they were mere feet apart. "Are you all right, darling?"
She heaved a heartfelt sigh and answered, "Now I am, Tom. Thank God, you found me in time!" She flung herself against her fiance and hugged him while the officers were still restraining him.
"You lost your coat, ma'am," the lieutenant said, awkwardly trying to drape it back around her shoulders.
"Oh, my goodness!" Laurie gasped, stepping back from Tom as the officers released him, and allowing him to help her cover herself with the black overcoat.
"Where are your clothes, honey?" Tom asked. "Up there." She pointed.
Vince, Sue, Joe Lovato and Tony were being placed under arrest by the very efficient Chicago police.
"If you'll tell me exactly where your clothes are, Miss Morgan, I'll send an officer up for them," the lieutenant offered.
"Just wear the overcoat 'til we get back to the motel, honey," Tom said. "You won't need that damned uniform again."
"But how will we get back, Tom?"
"I'll have you taken," the lieutenant said. "We'll have to go with the police first, baby," Tom said. "We'll have to sign statements accusing these bastards of rape, kidnapping and whatever else you want to charge them with."
"You will prefer charges against them and appear in court, won't you, Miss Morgan?" the lieutenant asked.
"Tom?" Laurie asked. "You damn right- I want them hung!"
"Nothing would please me more than to help send them all to prison, Lieutenant," Laurie said.
With nothing but a towel wrapped around her curvaceous young body, Laurie walked from the bathroom into Tom's motel room, feeling much better after her shower.
"I brought your suitcases from the girls' dorm," Tom, who was fully dressed and reclining on the bed, said. "Go ahead and get dressed. I won't peek. If you need anything else, I'll go get it."
Instead of getting dressed, Laurie padded barefoot to the bed and sat down beside Tom. "Do the other kids know what happened?"
Tom took her hand and gave it a reassuring little squeeze. "They know they're out of a job, and they're pretty shook. The police are taking statements from them, too, but the kids don't know what happened to you. All they know is that something mysterious is going on and that the Caldwells are in trouble right up to their ears. Aren't you going to get dressed?"
"Do you really want me to?" Laurie asked, returning her fiance's hand squeeze.
Tom smiled and shook his head.
"Are you going to send me back to the dorm tonight?" Laurie asked, and before he could answer she let the towel slip from her lovely, upthrust breasts.
Tom smiled and shook his head.
The bed jiggled as Laurie raised up and pitched the towel to the floor. Then she lay down nude beside her boy friend and snuggled up to him. "You saved my life, did you know that, darling?"
Tom was too busy kissing her eyes and running his hands over her warm, smooth skin to reply, so Laurie added, "They were going to force me into prostitution. I would have killed myself."
"It's over now, sweetheart," Tom soothed. "Forget it."
"Are you going to sleep in your clothes?" Laurie asked, and she began unbuttoning Tom's shirt.
The youth quickly shed his clothes, and they lay on the bed looking at and fondling each other's naked body.
"You were so brave, darling," Laurie said as she cupped his balls lovingly. "How did you find me?"
"Just luck, mostly," he admitted, running his hand over Laurie's silky belly and large, firm tits. "There was a couple parked up the street from where Sue tricked me out of her car. I jumped in their car and took off after her." Tom laughed. "I thought the guy was going to brain me, and the girl was yelling so that I couldn't tell him what was up over the racket. I squealed the car around a corner and nearly smashed into a police cruiser. Sue was out of sight by then, but the pigs-strike that-the police got on the radio as soon as I told them about you. Other police cars started pouring in, no lights or sirens, and we started combing the whole warehouse district for Vince's bus. Jesus, honey, it's a damned good thing he took you in that bus. It was just like seeing a neon sign when we found it parked."
Laurie teased the undersurface of Tom's erect penis with her fingertips before she grasped it close to the base and sat up. She leaned over him and kissed his cockhead, then sighed and lay back down with her head resting on his abdomen. Smiling up at him, she brushed his dong with the back of her head and asked, "When did you decide I'd been telling you the truth all along?"
Tom winced. "I'm sorry about that, honey. I was wrong. God, how I was wrong!"
"It did sound like I was lying, Tom," Laurie said. "I'm just glad you realized I wasn't before . . . before it was too late. How did you figure it out, honey? Did you know what they were going to do with me?"
"I didn't know for sure," he admitted. "I knew something rotten was going on, though, and when Sue was so vague about where you were and kept trying to put me off--"
"I mean, how did you figure out I hadn't been lying?" Laurie broke in. She stroked his stomach, using the slightly curved top of his dick for the headrest.
"I never trusted Vince from the first, Laurie. And that goosing business at the pool... it didn't set right. No sales director would stand for that kind of shit. Then when you were raped and we went to the house . . . Vince tried to make me believe you made up the whole thing to explain how you lost your virginity. Christ, it didn't hit me at the time, but how could he have known you were a virgin if he hadn't been one of the masked men who raped you? Or at least was in on it?"
"I wondered, too, how he knew I'd been a virgin," Laurie said, caressing Tom's hand as he fondled her right breast. "I thought maybe you'd told him."
"No. Then I got to wondering about some of the things Sue said when she was drunk and in my room later. I asked her if she thought you'd been raped, and she said she wouldn't put anything past Vince lately, or something to that effect. Hell, I should have known right then, Laurie! But she was drunk, and pissed at her old man, and I was pretty upset. She started to say something else but never finished it. . . something about Vince would keep breaking in young girls as long as they were naive enough to fall for him, or it, or something like that. Well, the bastard won't break in any more girls, at least."
"No," Laurie said thoughtfully. She recalled the veiled warning Sue had tried to give her while Vince was signing the breakfast checks that morning. "I feel sorry for Sue, Tom."
"Horseshit," Tom said. "That bitch was part of it, Laurie. I tried to send her back to her room, but she wouldn't go. She was keeping me busy so Vince could have a clear field with you."
"But I ran into Vince by accident, Tom."
He cupped Laurie's soft tit and weighed it with his hand. "No way, sweetheart. It probably appeared that you happened onto him, but I'll bet the sonovabitch was looking for you when you did."
Laurie allowed Tom to pull her up, and when he took her tumescent nipple into his warm mouth and began sucking it, she didn't protest. "Mmm," she sighed, and ran her fingers through his hair.
"I wondered about you getting raped and none of the other girls having anything out-of-the-way happening to them," Tom said, nuzzling his face into the cleavage of Laurie's soft bosom. "It didn't stack up. Vince was assigning all the sales routes and you were the only one having trouble. Then I got to thinking about that orgy you told me about after you'd left, and I realized it had to have been a setup. They were waiting for you, Laurie, just like the rapists had been. And who sent you to that house? Vince, goddamn, Caldwell. . . that's who! Jesus, honey, I feel like an ass for doubting you! Can you ever forgive me?"
"Well..." Laurie drawled teasingly. "You did come after me, so that's in your favor." She stuck her tumid nipple back into his mouth and added, "I think maybe I can forgive you ... if you'll suck this again. Mmmm ... I like that, darling. It gives me the shivers!"
Tom gladly went from tit to luscious tit, sucking and licking Laurie's nipples while she sighed again and again, running her fingers through his hair and clasping his head to her chest. They both forgot about Laurie's recent ordeal and the trial they would have to attend later. For the time being, they were the only two people in the world, and neither could do enough to show how much they loved the other.
When Tom began easing Laurie's head down his body, she knew what he wanted without him having to put it in words. She had been kissing his tiny nipples and nipping them with the sharp edges of her teeth, and she kept right on kissing and licking as she let him guide her lips. The tip of her tongue dipped swirlingly into his navel as she passed it, then left a zigzag trail of saliva on down the flat, lower portion of his abdomen.
Into the broad top of his coarse, dark triangle she licked, not protesting or resisting in any way. He took his hands from her head and left her on her own, leaving the final decision up to her.
There was really no decision for Laurie to make. The man she loved wanted her mouth, and she was only too happy to oblige him. "How far, darling?" she breathed, licking her way up his throbbing shaft. "All the way?"
"Would you?" he gasped, shuddering with pleasure when her hot tongue laved his sensitive crown.
Choosing to answer her lover with action rather than words, Laurie formed her full lips into a soft O and enlarged that O by fitting it over the rounded tip of Tom's sleek glans. "Ohhh . . . baby!" Laurie heard him whimper, and the sound of his pleasure pleased her immensely. She tickled his balls and took the top two inches of his penis into her mouth, making her lips nibble his shaft while she twirled her tongue rapidly around his tufted coronal ridge.
Smiling up at him with her eyes, she clamped her lips around his shaft just below the flared lower portion of his crown and sucked hard, making her cheeks sink inward. She maintained the suction and whipped the tip of his sweet dick with her tongue. The way Tom shivered was enough reward for Laurie, but the pay he gave her was a delicious bonus. She scooped up with her tongue the clear fluid her sucking had brought oozing from the eye of his dick. As the pungent flavor seeped over her taste buds, Laurie sighed nasally and engulfed more than half of his tasty dick.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," she chanted, bobbing her head at his loins, taking his dick so far into her mouth that the head was swabbing her throat.
"Aaah ... oh, Laurie ... I love you so much!"
Tom's impassioned outcry spurred her on. Love made all the difference, she discovered, realizing that she would gladly suck his dick all night if he wanted her to. She made tiny sounds of joy in her straining throat and went all out to please him.
"Turn around, baby," Tom rasped. "Get on top of me. Let me suck you, too!"
It was the best idea she'd ever heard, and Laurie hurried to do exactly as he'd requested. Without taking her mouth from his organ, she scooted around in the bed and straddled his shoulders. She drew up her legs 'til she had the back of his head cradled with the soles of her feet, then lowered her dripping pussy to his mouth, letting him guide her with his hands clasping her hips.
Tom's oral lovemaking wasn't as expert as Vince's or Tony's, but Laurie loved him, and that more than made up for the slight difference. When his lips formed eagerly to her hair-ringed hole, Laurie whimpered around her mouthful of cock.
Then his tongue penetrated her, and she moaned with delight as she felt it lapping deep inside her secreting vagina.
Oblivious of everything but the feverish pleasure they were giving each other, the young lovers plunged into an abandoned sixty-nine.
Laurie had experienced two minor comes and felt the mind-blowing one sweeping over her when Tom's adorable organ began twitching rhythmically in her suctioning mouth.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, and sucked all the harder, knowing he was about to come and wanting him to do it in her mouth.
Tom grunted through his nose and sucked Laurie's cunt so hard that its soft outer folds were drawn into his mouth.
Her head bobbing furiously, Laurie was keenly aware of both their conditions. It felt marvelous to have part of her sex-flesh stretched out into Tom's hot mouth, and the way he was licking the blood-engorged tissue was absolutely maddening. Almost as thrilling was the way his hot breath kept bursting over her erogenous anus. She could feel the first spasms of her own climax settling in her loins even before Tom's dick jerked wildly and sent a mass of the most exquisite cream gushing into her mouth.
As her lover's sperm squirted over her flailing tongue, Laurie shut her eyes and shuddered with bliss. The explosion in her pussy began the instant she tasted his hot cum. Mashing her fluttering split tight against Tom's pleasure-giving mouth, whimpering and sobbing, Laurie let him come in her mouth and loved it. She kept only the ballooning glans inside her sucking mouth, and swallowed each jet of his love juice as he pumped it to her.
When he'd given her the pressurized part of his load, Laurie drained his cock dry and went right on sucking. His erection started to fade, but her eager mouth caught it and soon had his dick back into the condition she wanted it.
"Do it, Tom," she gasped, turning around and lying down beside him. "Make love to me, darling! Fuck me . . . now!"
Tom positioned himself between her widespread legs and brought the head of his saliva-coated rod to the swollen lips of her spit-slick pussy.
"I love you!" Laurie panted, stroking his back and feeling wonderful as his cockhead popped into her. Then he planted his root balls-deep and Laurie rasped, "So much!"
"Me, too, you, baby!" Tom sighed, and began screwing her with incredibly tender thrusts.
"Ohhh . . . oh, darling, darling!" Laurie cooed.
She offered her mouth, with the tip of her tongue sticking out between her puffy, parted lips. When Tom opened his mouth wide and kissed her, Laurie heaved a whimper-like sob and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. He sucked her tongue hungrily, and Laurie used it to fuck his mouth while she thrilled to the real fucking he was giving her steaming cunt.
Since they'd both just had orgasms, neither was in any rush to finish. They fucked and fucked, and the longer they did it the sweeter and hotter it got.
Before long, Laurie couldn't tell where she left off and Tom began. They seemed to be fusing together with love and passion, and Laurie was sublimely happy.
They fucked some more, their sweat-slick bodies slipping and sliding together, with Laurie hunching up her cunt to meet Tom's every thrust, both of them heaving for breath and uttering tiny sounds of ecstasy.
Then Laurie could stand it no longer. The pleasure was too intense for her to bear. Without warning her insides began quivering and jerking. A split second later her vagina grabbed Tom's dick and began milking it with harsh convulsions.
With Laurie's hot snatch trying to eat him alive, Tom rammed his cock in to the hilt and let the orgasm he'd been holding back take its course.
When Laurie felt Tom's semen spurting into the depths of her sweat-soaked, rippling belly, she threw back her head and began sobbing brokenly. Every nerve in her beautiful body was stretched taut and vibrating ecstatically. Tremors of pure bliss racked her from the top of her wagging head to the tips of her dainty, turned-down toes. She wanted to tell him how unbelievably good it was, but all she managed was a hoarse chant of, "TOM . . . OHH, TOM . . . OHHHH!!!"
Later, as they were drifting off to sleep with Laurie's backside snuggled against Tom, his arms around her, Tom asked, "Share my pad through college, sweetheart?"
"Mmmm," Laurie sighed, snuggling her luscious ass right up to his loins. "What do you think, darling?"
