In recent years, the American novel has taken a distinctly naturalistic turn from the postwar experimentalism of John Hawkes and William Burroughs. It is not enough, writers as diverse in approach as Norman Mailer and Mary McCarthy seem to be saying, to concentrate on the "literary" aspects of fiction; the novel must hold up a mirror to nature, as it were, and capture life - both its seamy and rarified aspects - from all sides.
It is our informed opinion that Bart Morgan does this and much more. Tied Down and Stripped is the story of a young student who is compelled by financial circumstances to take a job as a waitress in a bar near the university she attends. Marge Olson is thrust into a series of compromising situations where she unsuccessfully defends her virginity, and the ensuing conflict involves us in her fascinating inner struggle.
Marge is shown to be a highly ambitious individual - she cheats on school examinations even though she's aware she can excel scholastically without resorting to underhanded methods - who will stop at nothing to achieve her goals. A major conflict in the novel arises when she's confronted with the necessity to compromise herself sexually. We are left up in the air as to whether she eventually returns to school, but we feel certain that, due to her previous moral sacrifices for momentary ends, she will never be the same again.
Mr. Morgan's novel is a book about a girl who becomes a prostitute. It handles this theme frankly, without groveling in the sensationalism which often surrounds the subject. Tied Down and Stripped shows us that there is more than one way our competitive system of education forces our young people to compromise themselves and reminds us that the distance from cheating on exams to accepting favors from strange men is not as far as one might think. If such situations are to be avoided, it is not enough to say that the moral fiber of American youth needs to be revitalized. A candidly fresh look at our dog-eat-dog way of life is necessary.
We would like to thank Mr. Bart Morgan for the fine job he has done in Tied Down and Stripped! The themes presented here should be interesting to any reader concerned with American youth and the problems they confront in obtaining an education.
-The Publishers
Chapter One
Marge Olson was three weeks into the fall term at Minnesota Central University when she received a phone call from the Business Office informing her of a lack of funds for either her scholarship or a student loan. The pretty blonde's mother had written a few days earlier to say that the check she sent each month would be delayed - if it came at all - so Marge was forced to do what she'd been dreading all summer. She hated the idea of taking a job, knowing it would cut into her "A" grade-point, but there wasn't any other choice.
There were no job openings at the Student Employment Office and so on Friday afternoon, she pounded the pavement from one local store to another. All the shop-girl openings had been filled in early September, and for the more interesting jobs she had to be twenty-one and graduated from college - Marge was nineteen and a sophomore. That left waitressing at one of the student hangouts in the university town.
Samson's Restaurant already had two waitresses, and the proprietor suggested she check the Burger Palace on the outskirts of town. Marge took a bus out on the highway and discovered the car-hop opening had been filled a half hour before she'd arrived. That left the Airliner - which had been the last place on her list. The "Liner" was a bar frequented by frat boys and visiting businessmen; it had a reputation for its "posh atmosphere" and the expensiveness of its drinks. The few times Marge'd been there, she'd seen it was the dim lighting and the "living room" arrangement of its booths that made it more like a cocktail lounge than just another student tavern.
Now it was late afternoon. Marge noticed the dwindling light shining dimly through the tinted glass windows after she'd entered the 'Liner. Three students sat in a booth behind the illuminated juke-box, and there was a tall man standing at the bar. He identified himself as Chuck Sterner, the manager and owner, and right off she had the feeling he didn't approve of her. He said he didn't like students working at the 'Liner ... they were always quitting at the end of a semester. Then his scowl turned into a slight smile of interest... which didn't have much significance, she thought, since any attraction he had for her didn't necessarily mean he was going to hire her.
Sterner asked the curvaceous blonde her age ... he inquired briefly about her waitressing experience. All the while, she could feel him undressing her with his eyes, as so many male students and professors of hers had done over the last year at MCU." Marge was beautiful... she looked statuesque, though she actually stood slightly shorter than normal. Then one noticed her blonde hair cascading down past her shoulder blades, tousling back from her high forehead, all windblown and thick and straight. Her eyes were sky blue, and she had flawless skin, a lovely luminous white, soft and blushing into faint pink, on the undersides of her high cheekbones.
"You sure you're twenty-one?" He didn't look at her face but at her long blonde hair.
"Of course I'm sure," she lied, and her palms broke out wifli perspiration. Somehow, lying made her realize how desperate she was.
"Well, go on downstairs. To the first door on your right. Tina'll be with you in a second."
Chuck Sterner turned back to his coffee at the bar, and Marge moved toward the back of the room and clambered down the stairs.
Finally, she found the room - no more than a cubbyhole in the basement - and sat down in the extra chair across from the beat-up desk.
"Good morning!" a voluptuous auburn-haired girl in clinging bell bottoms strutted into the room and sat down in the chair behind the desk. Marge's eyes caught on her shoes - high stacked heels - then dashed up to her skin-tight sweater. Is SHE going to inverview me? she thought.
Ignoring her, the redhead unlocked the top drawer and took out a wad of bills. Wide-eyed, Marge watched her count out five hundred dollars, stuff the rest of the money back in the drawer, and locked it up again.
"Mmmmmm," the girl who must've been Tina glanced up from the desk. "What hours are you available?"
"Well, right now, I've got classes all day, but I've got to cut down to half-time."
"You mind standing?" the redhead swiveled around in the desk chair and faced Marge.
"Pardon?"
"I've got to see what you look like, and I can't when you're crunched up in that chair."
"Oh ... just a minute," Marge moved her purse from her lap to the floor. Feeling awkward, she stood up. The girl's eyes flicked approvingly over her wide-set blue eyes and full pink lips. Then, a blush began crawling up from the young blonde's neck as her eyes flicked down to her body. Tina smiled slightly at her generously formed breasts, holding her glance there for a seeming eternity, before moving on to her slender well-formed legs.
"Turn around," the girl said.
Marge felt her leg beginning to tremble as Tina studied her young body, dressed in a sweater and mini-skirt, from behind. She could almost feel her eyes on the firm, rounded mounds of her buttocks beneath her short skirt. Glancing nervously back over her shoulder, she saw Tina smile with appreciation.
"I think you'll like it here," the girl said.
Marge relaxed. "I hope so."
"When I came to the 'Liner, I knew less about this business than you do. Now ... I've got my share of weekend dates," A gaudy bracelet tinkled as she brushed a strand of red hair from her forehead.
"Dates?"
"Never mind ... it's nothing you have to worry about now."
Marge frowned. "I've never waitressed before ... it sort of scares me, all those people!"
"Well... can you begin tonight?"
"I suppose so," Marge shrugged.
"Good ... you'll like it here. Just take it easy this evening since it's your first night... and Chuck'll probably want to give you a ride home," Tina looked like that made her angry for a moment, but then she smiled and walked the pretty coed to the bottom of the stairs.
When Marge came out of the 'Liner, she walked down to the corner Rexall for a cup of coffee. Sitting down at the counter, she brought her purse up to her lap and took out that latest letter from her mother. It was postmarked October 10 - Mankato, Minnesota - and Marge could just imagine her beautiful mother complaining to all her hair-netted customers about Marge as she hastily scribbled off the penciled note. Her divorcee mother was the fun-loving type, and she couldn't fathom her pretty daughter's interest in school at all. She'd never understood Marge's ambitiousness and proud manner ...
Over the past year, letters between the two had been infrequent at best. Now, crumpling the note into a ball and dropping it info the ashtray, Marge decided not to write home for another month or two. She had too many problems to deal with, and somehow her mother's letters always brought her down. Basically, he;- mother was jealous of her, she analyzed ... as were most of Marge's friends back in Mankato who had married right out of high school. Small town people, Marge had decided long ago, were all pretty much the same ... they wanted to drag everybody down to their level... didn't want anyone to get ahead ... like' Marge meant to do ...
Marge'd just gotten rid of her last order when the overhead lights dimmed and everyone seemed to get up at once. "They sure move out of here fast," she said to Tina, coming back to the bar and dropping her tray on the counter, for the last time.
"That's because it's 'making out time' ... " the redhead lit another cigarette and winked. Marge watched as the older girl went behind the bar for a cloth, then crossed out into the emptied room,, beginning to wipe off tables. She was obviously a favorite with the crowd that hung out there. Now, doing a kind of dance step toward another booth, she shimmied in time to the loud rock music still blaring from the jukebox.
"Chuck, I'm getting off early Saturday, right?" she said to Sterner, strutting down the aisle from the kitchen.
"What's it this time, Tina?" Sterner laid his arm around her shoulder and bent his head.
"I've got a date," the redhead's mouth was a scant inch from his.
Marge looked uncomfortably away as the tall, blond-haired man's mouth came down on the waitress's teasingly parted lips. Even from this distance she could tell it was a French kiss, the proprietor's tongue splurging wetly into Tina's slightly opened mouth. Marge was a virgin and sexually inexperienced to the point that she'd only been kissed three times like that. Not that plenty of boys hadn't tried ...
The young blonde jumped up from the stool and ducked around the bar. By the time she found a cloth, Sterner had drawn the redhead's twisting body tight up against him, his hands cupping her squirming buttocks. They struggled playfully for a good minute when suddenly Tina shoved her hands against his chest, and they broke apart laughing.
The next thing Marge knew, Sterner moved on to the bar. He came around to where she stood behind the counter and snatched the bar cloth from her hand. "You don't need to clean up ... not tonight, anyway," he said. "Sit down. I'll make you another drink."
Marge took a deep gulp from the glass of Scotch that Sterner had already given her so he wouldn't see she hadn't even tasted the first drink and climbed up on a stool. Behind her, Chuck was singing along with the music while Tina progressed to the next booth as though nothing had happened. He placed the second Scotch by her elbow without comment and headed back toward the kitchen, Tina following after.
Marge forced down the rest of her first drink and moved on to the next. Ordinarily, she didn't drink at all - not really being twenty-one - but she didn't want to antagonize anyone her first night on the job. Sterner obviously drank a lot - had already drunk a lot tonight - and right now she couldn't afford to be labeled as a drudge who ruined everyone's good time.
She took another sip of the Scotch and tried to peek discreetly in the direction of the kitchen. There was nothing but a clatter of glasses, punctuated by laughter. Fred, the stocky, pimply-faced dishwasher, was back there too. Marge wondered about her boss and the waitress. It was hard to tell if Sterner was Tina's boyfriend or if they'd simply been fooling around. Maybe they didn't know themselves - everyone around here just seemed to keep moving without giving much thought to anything.
Suddenly, Sterner re-entered from the kitchen again. Crossing in front of Marge's booth, he stopped to pat her long blonde hair, pulling it around from the back so it hung over her youthfully jutting breasts beneath her sweater. Marge hoped he wasn't going to try the same thing as he did with Tina"...
"I'll fix us another one," he said instead and moved behind the bar.
Marge turned around, wondering if she should protest.
"C'mon, drink up," he answered her question. "I'm celebrating ... Anyway, we don't do this every night," he added reassuringly.
He took off again for the back room, leaving her with her third drink.
Yesterday afternoon she'd been so nervous - practically in a state of shock - that he'd been no more than a frightening male voice speaking through the haze of her confusion. Actually, he was nice looking, she thought now, stocky, blond, older than she'd estimated, probably in his late thirties. She still hadn't had a real conversation with Sterner; he had done nothing more than introduce her to Fred, the dishwasher, when she came in - and give her drinks...
"Marge, finish up your drink. We're closing," Sterner called from the rear of the bar.
The young blonde tilted the glass and climbed down from the bar stool, going to the kitchen to get her sweater. Everyone but Sterner, who stood at the back door of the small room, had left.
"I forgot those glasses on the counter," she suddenly remembered.
"That's okay. Fred'll get them in the morning," he flicked. the light switch and the front room went dark. "I'll give you a ride home."
"No, it's only six blocks. I'm still living in the dorm."
"That's okay. It's right on the way." He had motioned her out the door and now she stood behind him in the alleyway, watching him lock up.
Outside, the street-lights from Hilton played over the shapes of trash barrels and illuminated the sudden movement of a cat. Marge saw Tina turning at the end of the alley. The alluring redhead, wearing a tarn and an extra sweater thrown over her shoulders, gave them a half-hearted wave and disappeared onto Hilton. Marge wondered why Sterner wasn't giving her a ride home, too, but it wasn't the kind o question you asked.
"It's down here," the tavern owner motioned toward the hulking shape of a car.
Minutes later, the young blonde and her boss had turned out of the alleyway and were speeding down deserted Hilton. They passed a patrolman sitting in his car across from the Airliner on the side of the quad, and when they shot through the green light, Tina gave them a second wave, a strange look of irritation glowing in her eyes.
"I bet you like rock music," Sterner shoved a tape in the deck. "Yes."
Marge glanced around the interior of the expensive car. It was a sports model with bucket seats and a leathery smell and must have cost the tavern owner a fortune. "You can let me out here," she pointed to the corner diagonal to the dorm.
"Let's have some of this. We've got to stay high," Sterner pulled a bottle from under the seat.
It suddenly dawned on Marge that he wasn't going to stop. Instead of pulling up at the stop sign on the corner, he continued right on down Hilton, heading toward the fraternity section.
They'd sped past ten or twelve Greek houses when he spun onto a side street and came to a sudden stop. Apparently changing his mind, he shoved the bottle back under the seat.
"You know, you've got a very sexy body, but you've still got to learn how to use it." He rested his hand on her shoulder and his fingers tugged playfully at her long blonde hair. Suddenly, he pulled her a little closer to his side and eased his hand down to her upper arm, making the little blonde hairs stand on end as he gently stroked her bare flesh.
"Hey!" she jerked away from him.
"I figured you'd do that!"
Suddenly, he was drawing her face to his with both hands clasped around her neck so she couldn't pull back. Their lips met and his tongue played lightly against her mouth 'till with sudden effort it slipped wetly inside ...
"No!" Marge gasped and tried to squirm away, but he'd placed his hands firmly on her twisting shoulders. Whichever way she swayed, her fearfully quivering breasts pressed like small swelling balloons against his chest.
"Pleeaasse," she moaned for breath.
"Let's have a drink," he reached to the floor and found the bottle.
"You've already had too much, Chuck," she said. "Why don't you let me walk home?"
"You certainly are the cool type, aren't you? That's the whole trouble with you."
Marge started. "I suppose you'd like me to be angry."
"Now I didn't say that! But from the calm way you act, this can't be the first time a guy's made a pass at you."
"Thanks for the ride home," she reached toward the door handle when Sterner snapped her around so that she was facing him again.
"You ain't going nowhere," he said.
An intoxicated leer hardened his features as he tightened his hands on her shoulders. Again, he kissed her wetly on the mouth, forcing his tongue between her lips 'till it tickled softly against her own.
"I've got classes in the morning," Marge finally managed to push him away.
"We're having a great time. Hell, what're you talking about... classes?"
Leaning against her, he began nibbling on her ear, and little tingles went down Marge's neck as his searching tongue traveled lightly over her goosebumped flesh. Now he was kissing her neck and shoulders while his hands slipped up and down her trembling arms.
"Is this what you normally do, the first night with a new girl on the job?" Somehow, she didn't really believe this was happening to her. It seemed ridiculous struggling with a man who less than an hour ago had been an authority figure - her boss.
"You're different, Marge."
"I bet!"
Suddenly, Sterner squeezed one of her resilient young breasts and Marge twisted back and struck her head on the door. "OW!" she winced at the pain.
She tried to unlatch the door, but he snapped the button shut and pulled her to him. Chuck was too drunk to be reasoned with and she rapidly lost her composure. "I want you to drive me home..."ow7" she said in a quavering voice.
"Not till I get my chance to see them tits." He grabbed her arm and held it so tightly she fell forward with her head on his shoulder. Any move she made now only increased the pain in her arm.
With his free hand, Chuck grasped at her sweater and eagerly began undoing the small buttons, but had trouble with them. In his exasperation, he inadvertently tore her sweater down to the third button, exposing the lush white curves of her brassiere-clad breasts to his lewd gaze.
"No ... !" Marge tried to cover herself, but he gripped tighter and another painful spasm went through her arm.
Sterner inserted his hand in her lacy white brassiere and began fondling her full round breasts, stroking back and forth over her pertly distended nipples which poked up under the sheer covering like pale cherries on twin ice-cream cones. In spite of herself, Marge could feel a strange weakening in her belly ... Her high school boyfriend had touched her breasts only once and she especially wasn't used to having her little nipples teasingly caressed!
"Let go!"
"Keep still, you crazy bitch!" he pushed her against the cushiony seat back. Before she recovered from the surprise, his devouring mouth clamped wetly over her own, and he was pulling her sweater off her shoulders and down to her waist.
"Damn," he breathed in the stillness as he took in the dual milk-like orbs of her breasts catching light off the street lamp. Now his fingers were prodding at Marge's white-laced brassiere from the front, but the clasp in back held it tight so he had to tug again - the elastic band broke, releasing her voluptuously large mounds.
"Oh ... for God's sakes ..." Marge gaped down at her naked breasts lewdly swaying and jiggling as she tried to pull away from him. She squirmed helplessly on the seat as Chuck fastened his mouth around one bulleted little nipple. She could feel it distending as he sucked and nibbled salaciously, lirnning his tongue in rapid wet circles until unwanted licentious feeling fluttered through her tightening belly.
"All right, we'll make it quick," Sterner finally bent away from her and swigged from the bottle.
"You won't do anything at all. Not if I can help it," she said.
"C'mon, Marge ... I hate getting rough," he grabbed her hand.
Marge tried to keep her hand in her lap, but he guided it forcefully to his slacks. "Nooooooo ... pleeeeeeease!" She managed to make a fist, but his grip on her wrist grew vise-like and then her hand went limp. She looked down at his pants and saw the lewd bulge of his erect penis making his slacks stand up obscenely like a small tent. God ... she thought, he's going to make me touch him ... she'd almost done that with Jim Denton in high school. Actually, she'd liked it, but that was when she'd stopped. Besides, she'd been going steady with Jim and she hardly even knew Sterner.
Marge's eyes widened as the bartender unzipped his fly with his free hand and then unloosened his belt. His cock stood up, rigidly thick and thrusting out his jockey shorts in a pole-like shape ... He struggled with his slacks and shorts for a moment, till he'd pulled them down over his erection, had the sight of his nakedly throbbing hardness just inches away from her hand made her go hot and cold with fear. What did he think he was doing; She'd never seen a man's excitedly erect penis before - Jim's had been a slender boy's cock, and it wasn't as big around or as long as Chuck's.
Marge's eyes bulged wider as he pulled back the loose foreskin, exposing the mushroom-shaped head. She was surprised his cock-head was so large; its small opening was staring up at her salaciously and there was a pearl of secreted lubricant at the end. She could see thick massive veins webbing the underside of his massive shaft, revealing the entire length of his long hard penis.
"Reach down and touch my cock," he said.
"Chuck ... you're crazy.- I'll do no such thing," she said.
"You heard me. Hold my cock in your hand. You'll like it, honey, all girls do once they get the feel of it."
"I will not....this is absolute nonsense! I've never been so ... "
"Hell, I just got to make you," he said, and guided her hand to his stiffly erect penis, slowly grazing the ridges of her fingers over the blunt tip-end. It felt warm and stone-hard. She could feel his pulsating flesh-pole expand at her uneasy touch, nudging impatiently up against her trembling fingers. "Now hold it ... nice and gentle, and then jerk on my prick - nothin' to it," he said in the manner of a teacher instructing a shy pupil in obscenity.
Chuck's grasp tightened on Marge's wrist, forcing her hand open; the pain became unbearable, and to oblige him she clasped her hand limply around his quivering shaft. She knew he wanted her to give him pleasure, but she wasn't sure exactly how to do it. To avoid any more pain, to get things over with, she began squeezing and massaging his bulbously throbbing cock's head until she could feel his pre-cum moistening her fingers.
"Now ... bend down and suck my cock!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh ... NO!" She tried to pull away again, but he forced her to continue jerking up and down on his blood-engorged penis.
"I mean what I say ... Go on. Suck it, you bitch!"
"Don't speak to me that way. It's horrible," she moaned, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Well, I guess I'm a little too anxious," he admitted soberly.
"Then, can I stop this?" She gazed down at his thickly veined cock pulsing in her hand. "I'm not exactly used to ... "
"All right..." His voice trailed off reluctantly.
"Thank God," she said, and released her hand, but he pulled it back to his rigidly straining penis rearing up like a tree-trunk from his loins.
"We'll arrange a little cock-sucking at a better time ... when you're more experienced ... but don't stop jerking me off now!"
"Ooooh" Marge cried as light from a car racing down the main street flashed over her nakedly shifting breasts. She kept shaking up and down on the hugely erect member, gaining more ease and deftness as she went. Now she squeezed with her thumb and forefinger in a tight ring around his foreskin, bringing the loose skin up almost to the turgidly swollen head.
Chuck's loins gyrated below her hand, rocking rhythmically to her fondling of his throbbing penis. His sperm-filled balls tickled her wrist with their slight thatch of hair, and his muscled thighs slapped against her forearm, increasing the humiliated feeling that rushed through her.
"I've got to stop ... pleeeeeease!"
"Damn you! Keep jerking me off!"
Marge tightened her small hand over Chuck's bone-hard cock, and began pulling on it with longer, smoother strokes. What a nightmare! Never in her life had she done something so incredibly sordid! She just wished he would cum and get it over with, and she wondered how long it usually took for men to have an orgasm ... a few minutes ... half an hour? She jerked his cock faster, feeling the thickening flesh-staff swell to obscene proportions as though his penis would explode right in her palm. Wet smacking sounds from her hand slapping down against his loins echoed dully through the car. Bitter defenseless tears spilled down her cheeks, streaming onto her nakedly heaving breasts ... yes, he was going to cum in her hand!
"Uggggggg!" Sterner moaned in the darkness. "You sweet, sweet cunt!"
Abruptly, he reached around Marge's shoulders and drew her into him. "Kiss me ... tongue kiss me." He clamped his hand hard on her naked breast till she couid feel pain. She obeyed, and thrust her tongue reluctantly into his mouth. Chuck sucked on it, sending a little racing chill across her taste buds, and then plunged his own tongue through her wetly parting lips, pushing it in and out as though he were mouth-fucking her with a small erect penis.
"No ... please!" she moaned.
"Oh fuck ... Christ ... I'm about ready!" Sterner grabbed her free hand and made her touch his sperm-swollen testicles.
Marge fondled the velvety skin tentatively and then with gently soft caresses that sent him into an uncontrolled frenzy. "Shit ... Christ!" he moaned. He was almost there! She could tell by the way he lifted his writhing buttocks from the seat and dropped his head to her fearfully trembling breasts ...
"Christ!" Suddenly, he gasped!
Chuck's cock leaped in her hand, and began its staccato explosion of white-hot sperm over her delicately gripping fingers. The thickly spurting liquid dashed up like milky lava from an erupting volcano and splashed wetly over her squeezing fingers and down across her wrist.
The helpless young blonde continued to pull fervidly on his cock til! his first lewd spasms subsided and his still-ejaculating penis began deflating in her hand. Slowly, she unclasped her fingers. They were all wet with his thick white fluid ...
"Here's a handkerchief," he said as he reached into his shirt pocket and dropped the handkerchief in her lap.
Chuck could hear her sobbing quietly as he drove Marge back to the dorm in silence. He dropped her off a block from school and sat in the car, watching her willowy figure get smaller until it disappeared in darkness. There'd been other girls like Marge working for him in the five years he'd operated the Airliner. Most of them were stuck-up college girls who worried more about their grade-point than they did about the impression they made on guys like him. That description seemed to fit Marge Olson.
Sterner turned down University Road and drove two miles out of town to the swank modernistic apartment building where Tina lived. The curvaceous redhead met him at the door dressed in skimpy pajamas; her smile told him she knew he'd been drinking. "I had a hunch you'd be dropping by," she said.
He pushed past her into the living room. "You got anything to drink? I've been on bourbon," he said.
"You've been with that Olson girl."
He dropped into a chaise lounge and gazed across the lush white carpet toward her. "What'd you expect?"
"Oh, nothing," she laughed. "I just hate seeing you waste your time."
"It wasn't a waste. I got her going and I'm thinking about geeting into that blonde little pussy of hers."
"So what else is new?" Tina poured out two shots of bourbon into the cocktail glasses she had set on a tray. She gave Chuck his drink and sat down on the thick rug in front of him. Her shorty pajamas were little more than two blue and red swatches of cloth that barely concealed her ripely formed breasts and little pussy mound. Sterner's vision blurred and then refocused on his waitress friend's alluring young body.
"I'm afraid I'll have to let her go. After tonight she'll be in no mood to return to the 'Liner."
"That sounds intelligent," she smiled agreeably.
"But I don't think I will," he said. "Hell, I'd like to knock her down a peg." Tina frowned.
"I need you, baby," he looked mournfully at her.
"Well, I don't want anything to do with the girl. She's your problem ... not mine."
Sterner stared numbly into his drink. Tina just had to help him out. "Please, Tina, phone Marge at the dorm in the morning. Tell her I'm sorry, or whatever. You don't need to go out of your way."
The curvy redhead laughed. "Why should I help you take advantage of that silly student? You've got a heartless streak in you, honey ... did I ever tell you that?" she continued.
"Remember how I set you up last fall with all those alumni for the homecoming game?" She shrugged.
"You've liked earning the little extra ... ever since then ... haven't you?" She nodded.
"Okay," he winked. "The really big game's just weeks away. You're all set up ... and I'm the one who put you there."
"True. I'm independent now. I don't even need you. I've got lots to keep me busy."
"It's a favor and some friend!" Then she giggled in a sexy way. "If I were in your shoes, I'd wait till the morning and see how I felt with a hangover."
"I want to hear you say you'll do it ... c'mon, honey, tell me you'll call her!"
She rose quickly and stood in front of his chair, her gently rounded breasts rising and falling deeply as she made an attempt to conceal her frustration. "Whatever happened to the good times you and me used to have?"
"Christ," he mumbled. "Remember the night we went out to Regent's Park and had a picnic ... I sucked your cock, then you fucked me from behind ..."
"Hmmmmmmm," Sterner cleared his throat.
"Well, that's over now."
"I didn't say we were through. I just want to mess around with other gals, too."
"No kidding," she laughed, and her full-fleshed young breasts jiggled resiliency. For some reason, she enjoyed being hurt by the handsome blond bar owner. There was a masochistic part of herself - the whore in herself, she supposed - that needed to be teased and humiliated.
A half-hour and two bourbons later, Sterner walked tipsily to the door. Tina ambled into the bedroom and stared out the plate-glass window as he got into his MG and spun up University Road to town. Before Chuck left, he'd told her how Marge'd made him squirt his hotly jetting sperm into her hand. It made Tina's skin crawl with jealousy just to think about it, but, in spite of her misgivings, she decided to call the new waitress at her dorm tomorrow morning. Even though it did make her squirm to think about Marge racing her clasping hand over Chuck's long hard cock, she knew it had to be a temporary thing. Sooner or later, she expected Chuck to come back to her.
Now, the curvy waitress was just too upset to go to sleep. She trudged across the living room and sat down on the thick pile carpeting facing the mirrored wall beside the couch.
"Oh ... Christ," she moaned to herself.
The redhead looked at her breasts pressing in two conical shapes against her wispy top. On an impulse, she tore off the pajama-halter, exposing her ripely formed mounds to the air-conditioned coolness of the room. Her little nipples distended quickly into diamond-chipped buds; she reached up and fondled one breast, squeezing the skin tightly till she could feel little pulsations ripple through her spiked-out nipples down into her thighs. Who needs Chuck anyway? she thought. There were other men who could give her just as good a time, and maybe when Marge and she became friends they could have fun together.
The young waitress turned to the side, admiring her own attractive profile. She could feel the pulsating lips of her pussy moistening rapidly and from out of nowhere a trickle of sweat had begun to run down the smooth valley between her full firm breasts.
She looked down to the girlish arc of her slender hourglass waist, her eyes resting on her flaring hips; she sat poised like this for a moment, her curvaceously sculpted young woman's body catching the soft pink reflection of the rose-colored sofa. Her hand wandered of its own accord down across her little white belly to her pubic mound beneath her bikini pajama bottoms. Her fingers pressed at it for a teasing moment, circling in a smooth wide oval over her hair-lined cuntal lips, and then she tugged at her small pajama panties til! they were pulled down off her ankles.
"Ooooooooh," she moaned at her auburn-haired vagina. A whirl of salacious pleasure erupted in the pit of her belly as she fondled her wettening pussy lips, delicately massaging them till their excited moistness covered her hand.
Damn him. she thought. He's making me do this, and I just don't want to? She recalled how it'd been when the bartender had first made love to her ... that weekend when he'd driven her up to the Minnesota lake country had been the most wonderful in her life. Now, it was all over, but there were other suitable men who might do the job as well as Chuck Sterner.
"God ... for Pete's sakes!" she cursed feebly at her sensually alluring young body, which was all aglow with erotic excitement.
Tina squeezed one round full breast in one hand, while the other continued its fond stroking up between her slenderly outspread legs. All she needed right now, she mused, was a thickly pulsating cock to fuck into her! The redhead's erect little clitoris tingled wildly as her fingers danced over her curl-fringed vagina; she could see her upheld breast jiggling freely as she massaged its voluptuous twin. With each new stroke at her delightedly aroused pussy, her entire body quivered with lewd abandon, demanding Chuck's shaft of male flesh which would bring her to total and immediate climax.
Instinctively, she dropped her hand and with an extended middle finger found her eagerly begging little pussy hole! "Oooooh!" she moaned, thrusting her finger up into the clasping heat of her cunt. She plunged her hand back and forth, using her upthrust middle finger like a skewering cock fucking wildly up into her tight vaginal opening. Her excited secretions rivuleted across her hand and then dampened her sensitive thighs; she could feel her clinging vaginal passage dilating with each vibrating plunge of her tautly extended middle finger, as though it were trying to suck in her hand and swallow it whole!
Suddenly, she stopped. It was no good ... what kind of an idiot was she, anyway? There were lots of better ways to satisfy herself than through finger-fucking her frustratedly aroused pussy. Slowly, she withdrew her hand from between her wide-splayed legs. The urge to touch her needing young cunt was still there, but she suppressed it - it just wasn't the same as having Chuck's long thick penis plunging up between her legs.
The pretty waitress sank back into the thick white rug, letting her thoughts drift to other things. Larry, a musician boyfriend of hers who had called earlier this evening, and Steve Plimpton the base player in Larry's band, wanted to get together with her Sunday night. She stirred for a few minutes, trying to arrest her mind from its restless wandering. Steve wanted to meet a girl, maybe Marge'd be interested.
Chapter Two
"Miss Olson. Miss Marge Olson!"
"All right. I'm here. J-just a ... minute," Marge pulled herself groggily from the bed and stumbled to the door. She didn't know the attractive middle-aged lady on the other side, but the woman had short hair and wore high heels - it had to be someone from the dorm.
"I'm from the office downstairs," the woman said.
"Yes, yes," the young blonde sighed. She had a good idea what was coming next.
"I'm here about your bill. Marge, your account is paid through the summer session, but it is fall semester now. We must have the $900 deposit, or continue charging you hotel rates."
Marge said nothing.
"The rate has gone up to fifteen dollars a night. So far you owe forty-five."
"But I'll be paying the lump sum as soon as I'm able."
"Yes, but I would do that as soon as possible, since you are accruing these hotel charges in the meantime."
Fifteen dollars a night! Marge closed the door. And just when I can't find another place either!
She walked across the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. Yesterday afternoon's search for a cheaper room had been no help to her - except to show there was nothing left. It was always like that at the beginiing of the term. "Come back in a month when people start dropping out" the woman on Hill Street had advised.
Marge was the kind of girl who was used to being on top of everything ... no matter what it took. In fact, right now she was recalling how she'd cheated on her Psych test last spring, after consulting the best student-authorities on the subject. She hadn't really needed it ... it was just to make sure her paper was the best. But now problems were coming at her from all directions, irritatingly unmanageable dilemmas that she couldn't really do anything about.
Finally, she picked up a towel and walked barefoot down the hall to the shower room. Standing under the cold jetting spray, she could sense the other girls in the room enviously eyeing her nakedly shivering body, but at the moment it wasn't much satisfaction. What did it all amount to? she soaped her generously full breasts. Having to jerk and massage that damn bartender's penis... like I was some kind of prostitute! She'd wanted her first real sexual experience to be with someone ... special. Maybe she was a snob, but a bar owner wasn't even on the fringe of her social ladder.
Marge wrapped a towel around her body and walked back down the hall. Thankfully, her new roommate had a seven o'clock class and was already gone. Marge lifted her biggest suitcase from the closet shelf and began pulling her clothes from hangers. At the moment, she didn't know where she'd go, but she supposed she could find a cheaper room in a real hotel.
While she packed, she tried to think. After last night, she no longer had a job. She could probably get full-time day work at the university offices, but then she wouldn't be able to take any classes at all. Her eyes flicked over to the calendar above her desk: October 30th was the last day to drop classes and still get a refund. Two weeks ...
The ringing telephone cut into her thoughts.
She walked to the bureau. Her fingers trembled nervously through her long disheveled hair as she waited for the switchboard operator downstairs to transfer the connection.
There was a sudden interruption on the other end, and a noise like the receiver falling against something hard. Then the voice came through ...
"Marge ... Marge, this is Tina from the 'Liner. Chuck wants to know ... are you going to work tonight?"
"No."
"That's what he was afraid of. Look, he drank too much last night, but you can't leave us here with one waitress. Namely me." Marge heard the redhead lighting a cigarette.
"Well, I'm sorry ..." she couldn't think of anything else to say.
Tina turned suddenly sweet. "Marge, you can make a lot of money on this job. I'll show you how to really go for the tips ... I didn't last night because we were so busy and ... I hardly know you. Chuck says you have money problems."
"That's true. I just this second decided to get a full-time job in the Business Office and drop classes entirely."
"Well, okay ..."
Marge thought the conversation was over when there was some mumbling, another loud clatter, and Chuck Sterner suddenly came on the line.
"Are you going to drop by today for your pay?"
"No, maybe tomorrow. I have to leave the dorm. Today I'll be busy finding a hotel room."
"A hotel room? Hell, you can stay at Tina's ... Listen, put your things in a cab and come on down here. I'll pay for it."
"I'm sorry ... but ... "
Chuck Sterner, at the other end of the line, chose that moment to hang up. He didn't do it for any special reason, but having said his piece, considered the conversation finished. He looked at Tina sitting wide-mouthed in the chair across from his desk.
"You asked her to stay at my place," the redhead gasped.
"It's just till she finds something else."
"Oh, that's just great. All I need is a teenage roommate."
Sterner watched the redhead pull up from her chair and stalk out of the toom. "By the way, I do happen to have a date tonight. What are you going to do about that?" she turned in the hallway and stuck her head in the office door. Suddenly she took off again.
"You can leave early." Sterner followed her wagging buttocks up the stairs.
"It's an all-night date ... You let me know how I'm going to manage that... when you figure it out."
Tina flung her sweater over her shoulders and walked across the bar to the front door. "I'm going home to get some sleep," she walked out onto the sidewalk without saying goodbye.
Sterner watched through the window as Tina's flame-colored head cut through the throngs of students milling up and down the sidewalk. He walked closer to the window and smiled at her luscious young body undulating provocatively beneath the tight sweater and slacks. A trio of male students stopped to let the sexy-looking redhead pass, gaped after her, then grinned at each other ...
A half-drunk cup of cold coffee sat on the bar and, turning away from the window, Sterner took the cup with him to the kitchen and refilled it. Coming back to the bar he pulled up on the stool closest to the window. It was class break and the street was literally packed with hundreds of beautiful young girls ... Chuck's thoughts flicked on to Marge. Tonight, she'd have to hang around after work until Tina's apartment was free, but he saw no point in mentioning that until it was actually closing time at the 'Liner. He'd wait around for her, and see to it that she drank more than last night, he thought and pulled up from the stool. Stuck alone with him in the empty bar, half-drunk at three in the morning, she wouldn't even want to resist him.
The young blonde poked her head in the door at exactly five minutes before eight that night. Giving him a cool frown, she dropped her two suitcases in the first booth, then walked back outside into the fading sunlight to pay for the taxi-cab. Then she came inside again with another bag ...
"I told you I'd pay for it." Sterner was walking back from the kitchen where he'd moved her two suitcases.
"Thank you, but I have the money to cover it," she rested a small train case on the floor. "Naturally, I'll also pay Tina for letting me stay with her ... as soon as I receive my pay check."
"Naturally," Chuck made a face to her back as the young blonde took off with her train case to the kitchen.
In the back room, Marge placed her small suitcase in the corner where Chuck had stacked her two larger bags. She felt funny being here, but, all in all, she'd decided Chuck's offer was too good to resist. She supposed it was best to wait till after work to move her things to Tina's apartment. In any case, no one had said anything about her taking them over now ... and the uneasy coed didn't plan to ask Sterner; she hoped to talk to him as little as possible.
The clock over the sink said three to eight, and Marge opened the screen door and walked into the alleyway, waiting for Fred, the dishwasher, to arrive and the bar to open up at eight before she returned to the front room with Sterner. Outside, it was a hot autumn night, dusky and just hanging on the edge of night, and she strained to see in the dim light, looking up at a cat traveling from one rooftop to the next, across the tops of the buildings that surrounded the narrow alleyway.
"We've got some customers out here," Sterner appeared behind her in the entryway to the kitchen.
"I'm coming," Marge said to Chuck and followed him out from the kitchen into the front room. It wasn't going to be easy working with Sterner now, she thought nervously, moving behind the counter for her tray, but she meant to quit the job as soon as possible.
By eleven that night, Marge's eyes were smarting from three hours of working in the smoke-filled bar - from trying to see through the thick cloud of cigarette smoke that hung over the booths like bomb fallout. It looked yellow in the hazy light. Saturday night and the dimly illuminated bar was packed to the gills with well-dressed students, all slamming down as many drinks as possible in the last hour before closing time.
"Marge," Chuck Sterner called out from behind the bar. "Get that table to the rear before you break, will you?"
"That's exactly what I'm doing," the young blonde shot over her shoulder and flashed on by him. She had to scream at Sterner - the blare of music was so loud. And the carpeted aisle in front of her was now blocked by a couple slowly dancing.
"And tell those kids to cut the dancing!" Sterner yelled behind her.
"Sorry, but our license doesn't permit dancing," Marge maneuvered around the couple.
Carrying her overloaded tray, she picked her way toward a booth in a far, far corner of the bar. The young blonde was floating on the drinks Sterner had already given her. Chuck-watched her curvy young form cutting in and out of the aisles. She hadn't gotten around to being friendly yet, but she seemed to him to be in a better disposition than when she'd arrived.
Then he let his mind dwell on the possibilities of what he could do to that haughty young student later that night with her too drunk to resist ...
Marge got rid of all the drinks but one, then dropped her tray, and walked toward the back of the bar for her break. At first she'd not wanted to accept the drinks Chuck kept shoving her way, but they energized her and alleviated some of the terrible worry she'd felt about her mounting problems. In a way, waitressing - moving fast in and out of the tables - made her feel almost like she was dancing, too. Now, if she could just avoid talking to Sterner, she thought, dropping into the empty booth with her Scotch, she might like the job, after all ...
She took a sip of the Scotch and rested her head against the cool leather back of the booth, then squinted through the haze at the clock over the bar ... one half-hour to midnight. She shouldn't have drunk so much, but the evening was almost over now.
"Excuse me."
She glanced up and recognized Tony Barstow - he was in her English class.
"I didn't know you were working here," the football player peered through the dim light, leaning against the booth while he stood.
"I'm hung up for money," Marge shrugged.
Through bleary eyes, she looked up at his long black sideburns and handlebar mustache. His dark hair contrasted nicely with the expensive beige sweater covering his huge shoulders. She supposed he made a lot of money ... she'd heard about the football players being paid way beyond their scholarships, though it was illegal. She'd also heard a horrid story ... about a date of his who'd been gang-banged by the entire football team ... but she figured there wasn't any harm in just talking with him.
"Well, it's your business," he wiped beer from his huge mustache. "But I'd think it'd be too rough ... for a nice girl like you."
Marge thought she saw a question in his eyes, but the moment passed. "Well, I'd better get up," she glanced at the clock, and half-finished her drink.
He stepped back as she slid out into the aisle.
"Where you% living?" he wrapped an arm lightly around her shoulder, and held his beer glass in the other hand.
"Well, I'm moving in with the other waitress temporarily."
"Tina?" he looked surprised, and then his eyes lit up like he was remembering something. "Well, see you around," he smiled and finally stepped back so she could pass.
Marge moved to the bar to deliver an order. She'd just managed to forget about him when he suddenly appeared behind her ...
"See you in English," he grabbed her arm to get her attention and gave her a little wave.
"Yes, so long," Marge nodded after him.
While she waited for Sterner to take her order, Marge watched Barstow exit from the bar. Then her blurred gaze fell on Tina. Now it was the redhead's break and Tina was sitting in the back booth with a dark-haired, middle-aged man. Probably one of the alumni, Marge thought. The Airliner's atmosphere was posh enough that older people, usually former graduates, dropped by on business trips or during football games. Suddenly, Marge realized that she was staring at two Tina's ... with two middle-aged men's arms draped over her shoulders. -God, I've been drinking way too much, she thought.
Marge delivered another order. Then, moving dazedly away from the booth, suddenly the room tilted. Oh! I'm going to pass out! she thought as the room grew dark, and she struggled in the direction of the bar, though she couldn't see it. Climbing up on the stool, her hand fell across the counter, and she dropped the tray. There was a slight clatter in the darkness, and then she rested her head in her hands.
Behind her, someone called out a request for two beers. It's only fifteen minutes, she reassured herself, then I can go home with Tina and crawl into bed. She realized that she'd forgotten completely to get the two beers, when everyone got up.
"Your drink is sitting in front of you," Chuck flashed by her.
"Oh ... thank you . But I think I've had enough," she dipped a paper napkin in a half-empty water glass and wiped off her forehead.
She'd gotten drunk. It had to happen sometime, working in a bar, she reassured herself. But now she'd done it once, and she'd never let it happen again. When she looked up again, the room had cleared. She should be helping Tina clean up, she thought, but she was too afraid of blacking out again.
"You sure you're all right?" Chuck's grinning face appeared in the mirror behind the bar as he sat down on the bar stool next to her.
"I think I had better get home. Where's Tina?" her head seemed to weigh a ton as she looked over her shoulder at the room.
Chuck got up; and rummaged behind the bar. He picked out a Scotch bottle and lumbered back around to Marge's side of the counter, setting the bottle in front of her. Last night he'd had a good time with Marge, but he was sure tonight was going to be terrific. She shouldn't have come back, he gloated ... he unscrewed the Scotch bottle and put a little more liquor in her glass. "Tina's got a date tonight. But she'll call us down here as soon as the apartment's open."
"A ... date? I can't go back there ... while she's with him?"
"She'll call in a few hours, and I'll drive you over there. Just sit down in a booth ... you'll feel better soon," he slipped off his stool and pulled at her shoulder.
Reluctantly, Marge slid down off the stool and settled limply in the wide couch-sized seat across from the bar. "That's much better," she smiled wanly. "For awhile there, I thought I was going to pass out!"
Chuck sat down on the seat beside her. He rested his hand on the outside of her thigh. He could tell it made her suddenly nervous, and he chuckled at the reflexive way she brought the glass to her lips and took a deeper gulp than she'd probably meant to.
"I shouldn't have any more," she looked at the glass irresolutely. "I feel very woozy."
"If you have another sip that feeling'll disappear," he said reassuringly.
He rested his hand more firmly on her thigh, felt the resilient flesh beneath his fingers. For the moment, she was mutely following his instructions, sipping again, while the alcohol sifted numbly through her brain. He drew the glass away from her and set it across the table ... she was already pretty far gone. He inched his hand farther up her thigh, until it was just below her adolescent pussy mound.
He watched Marge as she made an effort to get up but - naturally enough - her body refused to respond to her mental command. So he curled his arms around her shoulders from behind.
"I've got to leave!" she said, abruptly rising. Chuck grunted, he wasn't too concerned. Her legs had turned to pure liquid - alcohol - and she tottered back down on the cushioned seat in the deep, lounge-like booth.
He laughed and drank some more Scotch. Then she frowned and he imitated her expression to distract her. Abruptly, he leaned so close he could feel her youthfully ripe breasts and startled breath against the side of his neck.
"Please move back ... I'm just hanging on till I can go to Tina's. You said it'll be a few hours?"
"Uh-huh," he agreed. "Tina's a prostitute." "A p-p ... ?"
"Prostitute ... hooker," he said. "She's over there making it with some guy right now ... I plan to have a little fun myself... with your help, of course."
"What?"
Chuck felt her tremble as his lips, moist and sensuous, began to kiss her arm, nibbling at the sensitive goosebumps of flesh. She blinked uneasily, tentatively trying to pull away from him, but he clamped his hand firmly on her slender arm.
Tonight he had the young student in a state where she couldn't struggle ... and this time he was going to make her like it. He began kissing her neck now, licking his tongue along the smoothly suntanned skin until he was caressing below her ear, blowing hotly against the sensitive lobe. She tried more resolutely to get up again, but he pulled her to him so that their lips met and his tongue wormed wetly into her mouth.
"Oh!" she gasped in spite of herself. Now, he knew, was the moment to act, and suddenly he gripped her by her arms with all his considerable strength ... then pushed her down gently until she lay flat on her back on the seat. "Nooooo," she moaned, trying to sit back up again, but he inched up until he was sitting between her body and the table. He leaned down over her, laughing and kissing her again. A sadistic thrill went through him as he looked down at her struggling body. She tried to sit up again, but he laughed and pushed her right back down. The overhead lights had been turned off, and only the red light behind the bar gave illumination. Its pale iridescence exaggerated the feminine contours of her ripe young body. He watched her eyes widen as they focused on the length of his long hard penis. It was thick and ramrod stiff, thrusting out against his slacks, a dark stain seeping through the material.
The bartender lay his hand on her thigh and stroked it up her nakedly quivering leg. She tightened her hand into a fist, but as soon as his fingers fluttered back down her thigh, she unclasped her hand, instinctively relaxing. The liquor she'd consumed all evening was suddenly exerting its full force on her. She was barely conscious enough to enjoy what he was doing - and her head fell back, her eyes closed and her breathing deepened.
Suddenly, his hands were at her sweater, drawing it up over her head, then unclasping her white lacy brassiere - it was so simple, Sterner thought; she looked at him dizzily, then gaped down at her large young breasts as he pulled off her brassiere, her eyes widening as her firm-fleshed mounds leaped free and jellied in front of his face.
"What are you doing?"
Sterner half-gasped, half-growled as he stared hungrily at the twin milk-white orbs. He made grunting sounds as he began to knead and suck the incredible voluptuousness of her breasts. The defenselessly intoxicated blonde cringed away from him, her half-naked body shuddering beneath him in the booth as he continued sucking her eagerly throbbing breasts, sliding the stiffening nipples up and down between his teeth in a slow tantalizing rhythm.
"Pleeease!" she groaned. Feebly, she lifted her hands to his head ... but it didn't do her any good, she couldn't stop him now!
Suddenly he pushed her hard down on her back and hovered over her on all fours. He reached behind to undo her shoes, then -hurrying, slid his fingers up under her short skirt, fastening them on the tight elastic waistband of her white bikini panties. Before she could murmur a protest, he was slowly peeling the skimpy nylon panties down her heaving body and off her legs. He threw them onto the carpeted floor behind them, and turned to her.
"Lift up your legs."
"You ... what?"
"You've had enough to drink," he said as Marge glanced up at the almost empty glass on the table.
"Please no ... move away!"
"Open your legs ... wide. I want to see your pussy," he smiled lewdly.
"Don't say things like that," Marge shuddered. "No one's ever talked like that to me."
"Well now you've heard it," Sterner could feel his cock harden painfully at the sight of the helpless college student's curvaceous body, naked but for her skirt. Marge had turned him on from the start, but now that the sexy blonde was reduced to doll-like helplessness, he was even more charged with lust than he'd been last night. He put one hand firmly on her shoulder, keeping her back pinned down to the seat, and used the other to shove her short skirt all the way up to her tapering waistline.
"Damn," he cursed softly.
As though that would help her comprehend the situation, Marge squinted down at her naked white abdomen and the blonde cuntal "vee" nestled lewdly below the bunched-up skirt at her waistline. Without warning, Chuck knelt farther down between her parting ankles.
"No, I ... I'm going, now ... I'm all right, I've just got to get... out... of here!" Marge sputtered, but she was too dizzy from the alcohol to move. She tried desperately to sit up, but she couldn't.
Sterner feasted his eyes on the soft golden triangle of pubic hair up between her legs. Almost worshipfully, he put his hands on her knees and forced them apart. He stroked and kissed her sleek inner thigh, feeling the young waitress shudder, and then sigh deeply: "What are you going to do?" She had the awful feeling she was about to lose her virginity. He chuckled. "I'm going to eat your pussy."
Marge thought about that ... I'm going to eat your pussy, he'd said, but it took her a while for the thought to become coherent.
Silence, then, "Please ... don't!"
There was no answer.
Marge felt his hot moist lips kiss her other thigh. His quivering tongue played against her naked skin as his hands worked the resilient thigh flesh of her legs. The helplessly intoxicated girl closed her eyes momentarily in fear, only to flick them open again when his finger grazed tentatively at her little pussy lips. God! Something seemed to flame up inside her, as though she'd taken another gulp of the strong liquor and it was flaming through her belly.
The bartender slithered forward, down toward Marge's parting delectably moist cuntal lips. With his thumbs, he spread them even farther apart to reveal the pinkly glistening pussy flesh that beckoned him to lick there. "Jeeeeeeezus!" he gasped.
Chuck's sudden indrawn breath recharged the sensual desires churning up through her belly. The young coed wished he'd get it over with - she couldn't stand much more excitement before she started to like it. She could feel Chuck's hands massaging her naked flesh as he spread her shaking legs wider to the point where she'd never be able to resist him. It would be impossible, she knew, to pull her legs back together even if she'd wanted to: he'd pinned her down too adroitly and she was just too drunk to fight it.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhh!" she murmured as an erotic jolt darted down her trembling inner thighs; Chuck's thumbs had pressed into her soft pussy rnound and were gently parting the blonde-framed lips of her cunt.
He slithered forward once again, his head abruptly bowed.
"Oh, my God!" she cried. Sterner's voracious mouth had fastened on her tiny clitoris! She could feel the erect pleasure buds stiffening hotly in sudden delight!
"Ahhh, no!" she gasped and struggled unsuccessfully to sit upright on the wide couch-like seat. "Don't do that, please! No one's ever done that to me before!"
Chuck paid no attention to her voice at all. He'd begun a gentle sucking on her outer vaginal lips, drawing them in and out in time to the incessant flickering of his tongue on her throbbingly swollen clitoris.
"Stop ... God, stop it!" Marge shouted. "I don't want you. I don't want this!" She could feel every small thing he was doing to her; his hands massaged her passionately straining buttocks and thighs, while his hot eager mouth was kissing and caressing her inflamed cuntal lips.
"Please no ... stop!" she gasped.
Sparks of unwanted delight were charging throughout the sensitive nerve ends up between the helpless young blonde's opening thighs; then, without warning, his tongue - hot and quivering with a life of its own - shot like a darting insect into the warm liquid depths of her vagina. Down, down, his trembling tongue descended, even deeper till it was firmly lodged inside her moistening cunt.
"Aaaaaagh! Please ... no!" she squirmed helplessly beneath him. "No, you can't do it. Never. God ... I don't want you tooooo ... Pleeeeeeease!" Her words drained off into incoherence. "Ohhhhhhh!" Sudder y, without volition, her churning abdomen rose up impatiently to meet his hungry mouth.
Sterner grinned to himself. Christ! The studiously cool teenager finally'd come around, and now she was begging for it, even if she didn't realize she was begging. Her smooth white stomach churned like an obscene belly dancer's, meeting his skewering tongue with abandoned up thrusts of her pelvis.
He pulled his mouth away and was delighted to hear her low moan of disappointment.
"That's it, Marge," he whispered through darkness. "Move your ass, squirm it up and down."
He laughed to himself - the snobbish college kid was going to be a hot little number before the evening was over. He could feel her weakening with every twitch and quiver of her helplessly aroused young body!
Marge tried to sit upright, but his strong arms kept her shoulders pressed down on the wide seat. She saw in the half-light her knees and naked thighs spread salaciously apart. "No," she said, trying to gather up her uncontrolled emotion. "Please, Chuck, no more. Nobody ever did this to me before! Please! OOOOOOH!"
Sterner tweaked her wildly aroused little clitoris, and she jumped as though she'd been slapped on her buttocks. "You mean no college guy's eaten your pretty little cunt? That's a goddamn shame, Marge."
He bent his head forward to where his eyes glimmered at the soft pink lips of her vagina, fringed in the gauzy darkness by her sparse blonde pubic hair. His voice was weak, hoarse with desire, when he said: "That sure looks like good pussy."
"Oh, God, stop!" Marge moaned with humiliation. Her own lusting young body was betraying her; it was racing at full speed in a forbidden direction, dragging her on toward succumbing to this man who'd already made her touch his penis till he came!
"Oh!" she groaned again as his tongue slowly and deliberately licked the soft golden curls of pubic hair aside to expose her tight little pussy hole. He breathed against her. She could feel his hot breath stimulating her clitoral bud, sending gusts of ecstasy up through her entire body.
The teenager's body jerked responsively as once again his laving tongue returned to her widespread loins. This time he was increasingly obscene about it, licking her tightly puckered anal ring to her clitoris in one galvanizing sweep of his hotly vibrating tongue. A groan erupted from her throat, and once more she made an effort to escape, knowing she was within seconds of losing complete control.
"Oooooooohhhh, no, please stop, stop, God ..." His wickedly probing tongue suddenly entered full-length into her tight virginal cunt, and she screamed... "Ahhhhhhh ..."
Her mouth hung open, and her head tossed back and forth on the couch, streaming her long blonde hair in rivulets over the seat cushions. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned as his slavering tongue curled around her sensually erect clitoris and his lips made loud sucking noises at her pulsating vaginal lips.
"Stop, Chuck ... please stop!"
She felt his head shake negatively. Too late, it was too late! The sensation of his beard-growth against her straining inner thighs was enough to cause the floodgates to burst loose, releasing a tidal wave of passion through her love-starved young pussy. She raised and lowered her heatedly quivering cunt beneath his working tongue, her mind spinning out of control at the thought of the bartender eating her pussy.
It was happening to her! She was being tongue-fucked and pussy-licked! It couldn't be true!
Oh God! she thought, I'm being eaten alive! But nothing, nothing ... had ever felt so good before!
Sterner was forced to slip his hands under her buttocks when her wildly squirming pelvis kept slipping out of his mouth; he squeezed her soft, resilient ass-cheeks as though he were a sculptor molding young womanhood.
Marge knew she'd gone crazy. Once, her boyfriend, Jim, had mentioned oral sex, but there was never any thought of actually doing it! And now Chuck's salacious tongue was licking at her pussy and for some inexplicable reason, she just didn't care! She liked the bartender's insane cunt-sucking, his mouth and tongue were opening her to a world of shameless delight she'd never imagined existed.
She was only vaguely aware when Sterner drew her slender legs up and around his neck.
Marge's tightly rounded buttocks spasmed electrically beneath his touch.
"Mmmmmmmm," she half-moaned, not finding words with which to protest against him ... "Ahhhhh!"
Sterner felt the fight go out of the blonde college student and began licking more fervidly at her dilating little pussy. On and on he licked, slipping his tongue from her nibbling cuntal hole to her clitoris, deliberately touching at every spot where he knew there was a nerve ending. He could see she was nearing her climax, though Marge herself had no idea what was in store for her. She couldn't have guessed anything so fantastic - so devastating - was about to happen ...
Marge lay there feeling the pleasure drift over her in soft oscillating waves that caused her belly to ripple, her thighs to quiver in lewd abandon. Her tongue-spread young pussy was begging ceaselessly for a fulfillment she'd never before experienced.
"Ooooooooh, Goooooddddd! It's soooo goooooooood," she crooned down at Chuck's fiendishly bobbing head. "Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Suddenly, the strain of Sterner's oral lovemaking had become too much! She tightened her trembling legs around his neck in a suffocating grip and her heatedly spasming belly convulsed. She felt a sudden weakness in her legs as Sterner's tongue stabbed repeatedly up into her thirstily contracting cuntal depths. Just one more plunge ... one more delectable thrust of his tongue, and then ...
An abrupt slash of pleasure went lightning-like through her spasming thighs ... she lifted her buttocks, slapping her pelvis hard up against Chuck's face. One quick skewer of his plunging tongue - then another - and Marge was there, falling over the brink into dazzling orgasm.
"UUUuuuuaaaagggghhhh!" she cried as again and again his stabbing tongue reamed into her climaxing young pussy, drawing out the sensation into uncontrolled throbs that seemed to go on without end.
Marge was so caught up in her own orgasm that she didn't notice the bartender cumming. He watched intently as she jerked and squirmed, impaled on the last thrusts of his tongue, then unzipped his pants, feeling himself climaxing from sheer excitement alone... his lewd mastery over the young blonde had a strong effect on him ... and he barely got his excited cock out of his pants before it exploded in an obscene jet stream against the backs of her uplifted legs.
"Uhhh!" Marge heard him grunt and felt the hot liquid shoot against her skin.
It caught her by surprise, but by the time she had pulled herself up in the booth, he was grinning and moving back to the bar, getting ready to take her to Tina's ...
Chapter Three
The late afternoon sun shone bright and beautiful, but Marge could hardly enjoy it. She buried her head beneath the satin-case pillow to shut out the strong sunlight that had awakened her. Last night lingered like a nightmare in her head, and - physically - she felt terrible. She could vaguely remember Chuck dropping her off early in the morning, then she recalled how he'd licked her eagerly moistening little pussy. God! she thought, turning face down into the mattress, so that was what an orgasm was like! It had been the first time she'd experienced one and it had absolutely blown her mind. Not that she wanted to do it again, especially not with Chuck; nevertheless, it had been something to remember.
She peeked cautiously out at the young hooker's expensive apartment - the room went into a tailspin, and she could feel the unmistakable signs of nausea coming on. I've got to get out of here, she thought, this is too weird... it might even be dangerous. Then she sensed another presence in the room ...
"Good morning," Tina said from the edge of the bed.
"Oh ... I feel... just awful," Marge managed to roll over on her back and open her eyes.
"Here, drink this," Tina thrust a glass of tomato juice at her. "You've slept through the entire day. It's past six o'clock."
"This isn't tomato juice," Marge managed to sit up and take a sip.
"No, it's a Bloody Mary," Tina rose up from the bed. "And it'll make you feel much better."
"I can't drink any more," Marge swung her legs over the side of the bed and placed the glass on the bed table. "I'm hung-over."
"Well, have your hangover tomorrow," the redhead winked from where she was removing a sheath dress from a hanger in the closet. "We're going out tonight... You can wear this. Your clothes are rumpled from being in the suitcases."
Reflexively, Marge took a sip from the Bloody Mary. "I don't want to go out."
"Marge, will you please stop whining and put this on. Sunday is my only night off! We're going out with my boyfriend and a friend of his ... "
Tina walked out of the room and Marge was left standing with the Bloody Mary in one hand and the sheath dress hanging over her other arm. She took a deeper gulp and put the glass on the table again.
Through the open door, she thought she could make out glimpses of two men moving around the living room. She hated walking down the hall past them in her shorty pajamas, but there was no other way to get to the bathroom without further bothering Tina for a robe. She showered in the bathroom, slipped into the dress, and ran a comb through her hair. It'd be interesting to see what kind of boyfriend Tina had, she encouraged herself... since she had to go out anyway.
When she came back a half hour later, they were standing at the front door and Tina was looking at her watch.
"Marge, this is my boyfriend, Larry, and this is a friend of his, Steve."
"Hi," Marge mumbled groggily, but no one seemed to notice - Tina was already leading the way out the door and down the hallway to the elevator.
Marge got her first good look at Steve when they walked out to Larry's new Plymouth. He was dark-haired and tall, probably over six feet, and not bad looking. Better than Larry, she told herself.
Tina took Marge's arm as the two men moved in front of them down the sidewalk. "God, I'm dying for something to eat," she called ahead.
"We can stop at. Jackson's," Larry's voice drifted back in answer.
"What do you think of Steve?" Tina whispered in Marge's ear.
"He's all right. I hardly know him so far," Marge shrugged.
"Oh, come on," Tina smiled. "It's only a date. You don't have to marry him."
"Okay," Marge said, hurrying after Tina who'd walked ahead with the guys.
When Steve wrapped his arm around her after she'd gotten into the back seat, she gave a stir but couldn't pull over all the way to the opposite window without seeming obvious. To say the least, the situation was awkward. Tina was putting Marge up at her apartment, and the young blonde didn't want to appear ungrateful. And she also didn't want the redhead to know she was still a virgin - nobody was nowadays. Suddenly, Marge's desire to remain a virgin - in case the lawyer or doctor she wanted to marry expected a virgin - seemed really small-time. In spite of herself, Marge was impressed by Tina - at twenty-five she had everything Marge'd ever dreamed of possessing. Tina's expensive apartment, and the stylish way she dressed were symbols of a fashionably sophisticated life Marge'd often fantasized about, but never imagined she'd enjoy herself until she was practically ancient!
Marge didn't know Jackson's, but it was a tavern on the edge of town as Tina explained when they were in the car. They were already spinning through the fading sunlight past wheat fields out on the highway. By the time they got there, it was night. The young blonde didn't understand how a tavern could be open on Sunday, but the darkened front and drinks in paper cups pretty much answered her question.
A jazz group was playing on the platform in the center of the room as they munched on hamburgers and french fries. "The musicians come here to play on Sundays ... when all the other clubs are closed up," Tina poured Seven-Up into the second paper cup of scotch the waitress had brought her.
"Are you a musician?" Marge asked Steve.
"I play at the Gaslight Lounge. Larry works with me - he plays the piano."
Marge's heard of the Gaslight, but she'd never been there. It was a nightclub.
"Yeah, I'm also the number one flute salesman at the University Music Shop. Got to support my wife and kids. You ever need a flute, you come to see me," Larry was moving up from the table.
The two men walked across the room and began talking with the other musicians on the platform.
Wife and kids! Marge thought. She took a deep pull on her scotch and hoped Steve wasn't married, too - not that she ever expected to see him again.
"He's got a hard life ... working two jobs. He only sleeps three hours a night," Tina informed her.
Marge slinked back into the booth and sipped at her drink. She should have known that Tina -a prostitute - couldn't be satisfied with an ordinary boyfriend like anyone else. She looked around the bar and hoped there wasn't anyone present who might recognize the unfaithful husband. She could ask if Steve was married, but if he was, she decided - she didn't want to know about it.
Now Steve and Larry had replaced the two other musicians, and the group began playing again. Marge gulped at her drink restlessly. She might have known, hanging out with Tina, that she'd never meet anyone that even remotely, she had anything in common with.
The musicians played three sets in a row while she talked to Tina. About nine o'clock Tina turned to her.
"One of my girlfriends used to go with Steve," Tina was halfway through her fourth drink while Marge still sipped her second.
"He's supposed to be very sexy ... not that you have to go to bed with him if you don't want to."
"I don't want to!" Marge almost bit her glass.
"Still, he's awfully good-looking, don't you think?" Tina said defensively. "He's one of those body building champions."
"He's okay."
"God, I don't know what you're looking for, but I sure hope you find him ... Now Larry, thinks he looks an awful lot like Paul Newman."
Marge looked up as the two men returned to the table. It was break time and all the musicians were charging back to the booths for fresh drinks. Marge watched glumly as Larry and Steve pulled up chairs. She looked at her watch - they'd been there almost three hours.
"I don't know about you girls, but I'm about ready to hit the sack. What 'ya say we head back to Tina's?" Larry pulled affectionately on Tina's long red hair.
"Yes, I think that's a good idea," Marge spoke up before Tina could say she wanted to stay. "I've got a nine o'clock class in the morning."
"Right, I'm tired too," Tina agreed to her surprise.
Steve didn't seem to mind so they finished a quick fourth round of drinks and walked out to the car. Marge was already thinking ahead to tomorrow - she couldn't be wasting time like this much longer before she got way behind in her school work.
She came to as the big car crunched up the gravel drive in front of Tina's place. It must have been later than she thought, for there were only five or six lights twinkling in the big six-story circular apartment building.
"Well, good night," Marge murmured, but no one responded.
She blinked as both men stepped out of the car on the opposite side. When she looked back, Tina was locking the doors from the inside and motioning Marge out after Steve. She didn't know what to say as the whole group headed up the wide marble steps into the apartment foyer and rode silently up in the elevator. She hoped the two men were just coming up for a nightcap ...
"Marge, you know what's on television at eleven?" Steve looked at his watch and laid out his other arm over her shoulder as they walked down the hall.
"No," Marge said unenthusiastically.
Tina unlocked the apartment door, flicked on the overhead light, and they all piled in. Then the redhead took off for the kitchen - for more drinks, Marge guessed - and Larry turned on the television. A talk show - in color - flashed on the screen.
"I never watch the late show," Marge sat down wearily on the arm of the sofa, hoping someone would get the hint. "I've got this damn nine o'clock class in the morning."
"I went to college a year," Steve sat down on the end of the sofa immediately below her and laid his arm around her hips, his hand coming to rest on her thigh.
Marge shifted slightly forward until his hand slipped away. Glancing over at his dark hair, she couldn't escape the obvious - he wasn't hanging around because of her charming personality. She'd never been on a date where she'd talked so little to her escort. All night long, she'd ignored the handsome dark-haired musician - to the point of rudeness.
"You guys really went through my liquor stock," Tina bubbled into the room with a tray of four beers and glasses. "All I've got left is this stuff."
"It'll do, it'll do," Larry stretched out on the thick carpet and propped a few sofa cushions under his head. Tina brought the tray around to Marge and Steve then lay down on the floor next to her boyfriend, her short skirt hiking right up to the top of her thighs. Propping herself up on one elbow, she poured their beers then ran the cold bottom of the glass over his forehead before she handed it to him.
"Oh baby, that feels so good, good," he closed his eyes.
Marge had forgotten momentarily that Larry was a married man. Now she gulped at her beer and looked embarrassedly away. She guessed she should get up and excuse herself, saying she had classes in the morning - but she couldn't be that rude.
"Why don't you sit down here," Steve's hand was back on her thigh, and she jumped, startled. He patted the cushion next to him on the sofa. "Isn't it a little uncomfortable up there?"
"Well ..." Marge got up reluctantly and sat down beside him - but not too close. Now that she'd taken the beer, she'd look ridiculous drinking it on the armrest.
"Oh, I hate that blabbermouth," Tina groaned at the woman guest star just coming on.
She was stroking her hands through Larry's hair, and Marge looked away disapprovingly. There was only one thing she could say for Steve - he was quiet and didn't seem to be the pushy type - like the married man who was lounging so guiltlessly on Tina's carpet. He was good-looking, and she felt an involuntary" little thrill pass through her as she suddenly became conscious of his large, muscular body breathing beside her.
"Turn over on your stomach, honey," Tina shifted her attention from the TV to Larry beside her. "I'll give you a back rub ..."
"That sounds like a good idea," he rolled over, propping his chin on the pillow and staring at Marge and Steve on the couch.
Marge pretended she didn't notice, but it was difficult with the two of them glancing up at her. As Tina massaged Larry's broad, thick shoulders, the redhead smiled proudly. She squeezed and stroked his shoulders gently at first, then put more effort into her movements: her breasts softry jiggled in two firm bulges brushing against his back when she pressed her palms flat against his shoulder blades.
"Jesus ... that's goooooood," the blond-haired man reached around and caressed Tina's naked thigh.
The redhead waitress spread her slender legs and pulled up so she was astride Larry's muscular buttocks. From that position she had complete access to his back ... Her short skirt rode up above her milk-white thighs, revealing the black wispy triangle of her panties. Marge feigned interest in the television talk show, but she couldn't keep her eyes off Tina who was grinding her pelvis salaciously against Larry's slightly upraised buttocks as she stroked his back.
"That looks like fun," Steve said. "You ever give back rubs?"
"I'm afraid not ... it's not something I do ordinarily," Marge said. "I mean, I never learned how."
"Steve .,..?" the redhead glanced up at Marge's date. "Put something soft on the stereo, and ... please shut off the boob-tube."
Steve grunted and stood up. From Marge's sitting position, the musician looked enormous. She watched him lope across the carpet to the record player and put on a light classical LP; he grinned at Marge, and she felt an involuntary little thrill in her belly again ... It wasn't anything she could help, but Tina's suggestive movements as she kneaded Larry's well-built shoulders, plus the drinks she'd had, put her in a sexy mood.
"Rub lower down ... you know what I mean?" Larry squinched upon his elbows.
"You mean like this?" Tina let her hands drift to the piano player's lower back. She kneaded and massaged just above his buttocks, and then cupped her hands around his lean hips.
"Yeah ... like that... damn ... " Larry winked at Marge whose pretty face crimsoned with embarrassment.
Steve was fixing drinks at Tina's bar. He'd forgotten to turn off the TV, but the music on the stereo drowned out the sound. He brought the refills to the couch and handed Marge hers; he looked down for a moment at Tina and Larry, then dropped to his haunches on the carpet. "C'mon ..." he nodded up at Marge. "You do the same for me!"
"Please... I'm sort of inhibited, and I'm really tired," she said.
"Then, well... I don't know. We might as well leave Tina and Larry by themselves," he stood up.
Marge was relieved Steve didn't insist she give him a back rub. They returned to the kitchen and Steve heated up coffee from some leftover dregs. Even if he wasn't as intellectual as most of her friends, she decided she liked Steve. He seemed pleasant which was more than she could say for Chuck Sterner, and she felt relieved not to have to fight him off her young body - there was nothing she hated more than being fondled and pawed to death when she wasn't in the mood.
"You known Tina for a long time?" he poured a dash of bourbon into her coffee.
"It's a long story," she smiled over her cup. "I left the dorm yesterday and didn't have any place else to go."
"No bread, huh?"
"That's the way it is," she sipped at the stimulating black brew.
"College is a drag ..,. I never could get my head together over these books."
"That's never been my problem," she admitted. "But I'm always in a mess about money ..."
They sat at the dinette table for a long time; then Steve said, "Let's go back into the living room. I'd like to listen to a little music."
Marge no longer felt Uncomfortable, even though Tina's relationship with Larry seemed a little strange. With the bass player she had a sense of security - Steve was manly and gentle, but she was worried he was drinking too much.
"Guess this wasn't such a bright idea," he turned to us as they pushed through the kitchen door into the living room.
Larry had stripped down to his shorts and Tina had taken off her blouse. The lights had been turned down low and so at first Marge didn't notice them as she and Steve came out of the kitchen.
"We're sort of barging in on them," Steve put his arm around her shoulder as they turned back into the kitchen.
"Well, good night," she smiled. "This means it's time to go to bed."
"Hell, aren't we...?"
"I'm sorry, but I'm tired. It's been a nice evening," she said.
"For God's sakes, aren't we going to make it?" he paled with astonishment.
"I really didn't have that in mind," she laughed. It was funny how he'd mentioned it almost casually, Marge thought.
"I figured ... you know, you're Tina's friend," he took a quick pull from the bottle of bourbon.
Marge blushed uncontrollably as his eyes ran up and down her curvaceous young body. The way Steve made love to her visually, practically
X-raying through her tight dress, sent a forbidden tingle into her virginal young belly.
"Maybe you'd like to give it a try," Steve chuckled.
"No thanks," she said.
"Think about it," he said, his speech slightly slurred with alcohol.
"I am Tina's friend, but still ..." "You're not a virgin?"
She was embarrassed to tell him the truth. "No," she lied.
"Then, what's the hassle?" he grazed the ridges of his fingers softly across her cheek.
"Nothing. I just don't feel like it," she said.
Steve reached out and grabbed her by the wrist. "You know what you are?" he said. "A little cock-tease!"
"Let go!" she could feel his grip tightening around her hand.
"Bet you've never been screwed before," he smiled drunkenly.
"Nonsense," she said. "Besides... it's none of your business."
"That lovely little pussy ... I wonder if it's blonde like your hair. There's only one way to tell if it's natural."
He let go of her hand and polished off the bourbon. From the next room, she could hear low moans below the stereo music. She couldn't go to Tina; that'd be ridiculous, Marge realized as she moved across the kitchen into the hall leading to the bedrooms.
"Wait! I'm coming with you," he said.
Marge exited down the hall toward the guest room with Steve following. As she stepped into the bedroom, he shoved ahead in front of her, snapping on the light... Suddenly, he had turned and was pressing his chest hard against her jutting young breasts. "C'mon ..." he said. "You want it as bad as I do!"
Marge started - Steve's hand fell on her thigh below her short skirt.
A defenseless little shudder went through Marge's legs. "No! Please!"
The musician's hand caressed her trembling thigh and tiny goose bumps rose on her skin; she tensed, trying to pull her leg away, but it was useless. His groping fingers dug hard into her quivering thigh flesh, drawing painful welts from its smooth surface. "Ouch! That hurts!" she cried.
"What's the matter, baby?" he moved his hand up from her sleek inner thigh almost to the tight leg band of her panties.
"C'mon, let me go," she whimpered. Again, there were moans from the living room, this time louder and higher pitched. God ... it was Tina! The redheaded waitress was making love to Larry while Steve was intent on doing it to her ...
She lurched backward farther into the bedroom, and he grabbed her, shoving the trembling college student against the bureau.. She fell to the side, knocking a vase of flowers to the floor, then struggled meaninglessly to squirm away from his chest pressing up against her breasts.
"Maybe you've had too much to drink," she reprimanded him.
Steve's hands holding her arms slid to her quivering breasts. "Hell... you fuck, just like Tina!"
The ominous possibilities of the situation suddenly dawned on Marge; she'd refused to go to bed with him, and he'd mistaken her reluctance as an insult. She did like him, but she certainly didn't want to lose her virginity to a man whom she'd known for just a few short hours. "You must be reasonable," she said, leaning back against the dresser.
"You'll like it, honey, I know you will," he squeezed the ripe fullness of her left breast.
Suddenly she was being lifted up in his strong arms and carried bodily across the room. She writhed, kicked and screamed, but resisting him was pointless. She was tossed onto the bed and before she could spring off the mattress he fell heavily down beside her.
"Steve, let me go this instant," she cried as his big hands firmly seized her by the shoulders.
Her command irritated him all the more. Throughout the night he'd been counting on fucking the sexy young coed, and now _he'd discovered that hadn't been Marge's intention at all. He'd surmised the blonde was as free with her favors as Was Tina - but now, realizing that that wasn't the case, he'd become even more excited.
"C'mon . , . Pleeeeeease!" She struggled helplessly beneath him. Steve, clasped his fingers on the zipper of her dress, unzipping it in one movement... then tore at her lacy white brassiere to reveal her lushly swaying young breasts.
He threw the brassiere on the floor and she gaped down at her suddenly naked upper body.
Merge managed to break loose and slide from the bed, but he was immediately up after her, backing her against the bedroom curtains. "Oh ... no, Steve, don't!"
The musician's breath came faster as he grabbed her wrist and yanked her slender arm to one side so that her firm young breasts leaped free and bounced up in front of her face. He sighed deeply as he stared at the round fleshed mounds; they peaked up at him like twin moons, her small pink nipples hardening with their sudden exposure to the cool night air.
"I don't like you ... you're just like Tina's friend," she spat at him. "All you're after is sex ... "
It was with an animal savagery that he stepped forward and locked one burly arm around the terrified girl's slender waist. He squeezed, forcing her to bend over backward away from him. Marge tried to protest but his other hand was clamped over her mouth with painful strength. Her head was forced back to where it collided with the window frame.
She was pinned between Steve's hard-pressing body and the window, bent backward from the narrowness of her waist while her half-moon breasts bobbed nakedly free and tilted up to where his hungry mouth could ravish them. He was close to going berserk as he greedily licked at the distended little nipples. Clamping his voracious mouth over them, he sucked hard and then bit down cruelly on them, feeling the berry-like buds respond, growing tautly bulleted as he rolled them around with his tongue and teeth.
The young student struggled with all her might, but her frantic squirming only seemed to excite the drunken musician to more brutality and worsen her position. His powerful hips ground savagely into hers, and she could feel the rapidly growing hardness of his cock straining under his pants. Her head was forced back, her naked breasts tilted sensuously toward the ceiling and glistening moistly in the soft light. Her heaving mounds were moist with his hot saliva as his hungrily sucking mouth darted from one erect little nipple to the other.
The struggling coed was able to turn her head to one side, freeing her mouth from his restraining hand. "Steve! Stop! I'll call Tina ... you just - "
"Look, I waited all night for this," he roared back at her, gaping hungrily at her full-fleshed young breasts. "Tina's always set me up with chicks ... what's the matter with you?"
Marge stood against the window completely naked to the waist, her fearfully swelling mounds heaving as she gasped for breath. She tried not to move ... not to startle him. Steve's sudden change in mood threw her into a state of shock. One moment he'd been tender ... and then he'd turned into a roaring animal. He'd been drinking much more than she'd realized ... he'd probably had all this in mind since they'd met that afternoon.
"Steve, wait a minute. I am a virgin! Don't force yourself on me ... "
The young student screamed involuntarily as the solidly built man seized her by the wrists and, with a strength she never dreamed anyone possessed, pulled her to him, then snapped her out across the room, hurtling her half-naked body toward the bed. He threw her with incredible strength, tossed her as though she were a child on the end of crack-the-whip. She literally flew through the air until her knees hit the edge of the bed and the momentum flung her forward - down on her sobbing face and stomach to the mattress.
She bounced up on her knees from the sudden impact, but he was on her from the rear, his thumb and fingers clamping on the back of her neck like painful steel bands. He tightened his grip. A fearful wail came out of her throat as he forced her face down onto the bed. His other hand groped for her skirt; she heard it rip as he impatiently clawed away at it until he'd torn every last shred of her dress and tiny bikini panties from her squirming young thighs.
Now the frightened blonde was completely naked and pinned helplessly down on the bed, the covers rubbing against her spiked-out nipples, already extraordinarily sensitive from his biting and sucking. Steve breathed heavily; he'd never made a virgin before. She'd have given up long ago if she wasn't really a virgin. The thought drove him crazy, and a horny wildness coursed through the young man's blood and surged into the throbbing, iron-hard head of his cock that now was pounding so fiercely that it ached.
He looked down at Tina's young roommate, at the hollow of her back and the way it arched up to where her shoulder blades curved out like incipient angel's wings. He stared, almost drooling, at the cream-like whiteness of her flesh, at its molded fullness, especially at the wonderfully extravagant way her ripely contoured ass-cheeks blossomed into twin mounds of trembling succulent softness before his eyes.
"Dammmmmmmmm!" An obscene sound of animal hunger came out of his throat as he lifted her head from the bed, causing her to arch her back even more so that two tiny dimples appeared in the middle of her fearfully quivering buttocks.
With his mouth twisted into a drunken smile
Steve watched the helplessly pinioned young girl work her hands and arms under her lush young breasts and push up slightly, taking some of the pressure off her tortured neck. She winced and tried to hold her neck erect as she gasped, "Steve ... you ... you're hurting meeeee!"
It was a plea that ended in a squeal - Steve was hurting her; his neck-hold was pressing against her nerves, and she had to have some relief. She pushed against the bed with her hands and lifted her body a little more. In doing so, her melon-like breasts were tightly squeezed between her arms, creating a deep shadowed cleavage.
Steve stared down almost mesmerized at the sculpted cheeks of her buttocks and the darkly inviting crevice separating them. Watching them move and tense with Marge's struggles to relieve the neck pressure, the aroused musician gloated: he saw her muscles ripple and her rounded ass-cheeks become firm and full, then relax, and become firm and full again!
He was completely drunk now and driven by a real sadistic abandon. Kneeling over Marge's nakedly tormented body, he hooked a hand between her tightly clenched legs, holding his middle finger outstretched like a matador's sword, he drove it up between her thighs while he held her pinned in place face down with his iron grip on her neck.
"Steveeeeee! God! Pleeeeeaaaaassssseee!"
Alcohol drifted like smoke over his brain, and his temples pounded with a brutal, sensual need. He let go of Marge and lurched backward, losing his balance and staggering like a punch-drunk fighter as he took off his shirt.
Marge spun on the bed to face him, kneeling with her arms crossed over her fearfully quivering breasts, her long blonde hair hanging down like spun gold licking at her shoulders. Her hair framed her face in loose strands which gave her features a wontonly tousled look. Her arms crossed over her voluptuous breasts only drew attention to their fleshy fullness as they swelled into tantalizing warm mounds crushed upward.
"Look ... you've got to understand ... I'm not like Tina, I don't want to make love to you!" She shrank away from him, really afraid now, her neck hurting while her eyes darted around looking for an escape. She must get through to him or get away. He was berserk, wild, not the same man she'd met just a few hours before.
He tossed his shirt away, feeling his body covered with sweat from his sexual desire. He grinned at Marge as he took off his pants. He liked to see her afraid - he enjoyed watching her cowering in fright before him, her thighs rigidly closed together, her sparse blonde pussy hair wedged tight at the "vee" of her cringing little cunt, her breasts all swelled up as he saw the two halos of her pink nipples peeking like two inquisitive eyes over the edge of her protecting arms.
"Tina ... help meeeee!" she cried, but the only answer was the sound of the stereo turned up louder.
Steve paused, blinking, his thumbs hooked lewdly in his shorts. Then he yanked his underwear down, having some difficulty pulling it over his distended, menacingly erect penis.
It seemed huge!
Marge was suddenly more frightened than she had ever been before in her life as she looked at his massively rigid hardness. Before, with Sterner, she'd been astonished at the size a penis could grow to ... but this ... was incredible. Thick veins snaked along its heavy shaft, carrying even more blood to the already swollen head that was bulging a plum-colored red. His pulsing cock-tip was spread like a cobra's head and shone in the half-light with its smooth swelling thickness. His aching rigidity hung away from his body aiid swung heavily toward her, as though it were sensing her - about to strike!
His sperm-bloated balls hung low as he stood in front of her, a frightening specimen of masculine sexuality with his rippling stomach muscles layered like Roman armor and his hair-covered chest tapering in a "vee" to his lean hips, and the veins standing out on his biceps and oak-like arms. Abruptly, a shudder of involuntary admiration combined with fear went through the cringing young blonde.
With a roar, the jazz musician was over her, twisting her defenselessly naked body and sending her sprawling backward on the bed. He fell on top of her with a crash that made little stars explode in the room before her eyes as she felt the breath knocked out of her and the pain - like a network of nerves - spread through her chest and stomach.
With another roar, his brutally wet mouth cut off her scream by locking onto hers, crushing her full sensuous lips, bruising them as he ground fiercely down and his tongue wormed its hot way up into her mouth. Marge fought to catch her breath, thinking she would gag or suffocate as she felt his full weight and the long hot hardness of his cock pulsating against her fearfully cringing belly.
Tears brimmed her eyes as he forced her long slender legs apart, bruising and pinching the sensitive silken flesh of her smooth inner thighs. He forced her legs wider still until the muscle cords stood out like alabaster-colored cables along her upper thighs. With all her strength, she pulled her mouth free and sobbed ... "Oh ... God, Steve, think what you're doing ..."
A stinging slap was his only answer.
She never saw the blow, only felt it sponge into her face, numbing her with pain. She gasped for air and sobbed, thinking she would pass out, almost hoping for unconsciousness.
With a grunt, he shifted his weight and seized the stunned girl's wrists again, forcing them up and back over her head. Then she felt his cock, the heatedly throbbing head of it like some jerking wild thing at the entrance to her fear-tensed vagina. The terrified teenager shut her eyes and tightly contracted her cuntal muscles in an effort to prevent his cock-head from penetrating her. The pressure of his penis shoving up against her virginal pussy opening was agony, which built... then became a searing firebrand of torture.
"AAAAARRRRRGHHHH!" she moaned.
Suddenly, his thickly insistent cock-head plowed forward, easily spreading her defenseless vaginal lips; they parted reluctantly under the sheer power of his thrust. Steve lifted his torso and stared down between their nakedly conjoined bodies. His excitedly pulsating penis was poised, its sheath pulled back tight from the tip that was almost a deep red color from the life-giving blood that throbbed and pounded in it. With something akin to wonder he saw the swollen cock-head was almost completely covered by her wide-stretched, hair-lined pussy-lips that had so reluctantly separated to make room for his invading thickness.
Her entire vaginal furrow was pulsing in fear as he thrust his lust-enlarged penis forward. He saw her pussy-lips part and fold inward under the force of his entry; the tiny pink bud of her little clitoris was revealed, standing proudly erect and throbbing in its own moist valley.
Again, he gave a laugh that ended in a snort. He thrust his hips forward, causing the captive young blonde to cry out in agony as his penetrating cock - like a thick telephone pole - disappeared up into her virginally tight cuntal opening.
"Oooooooh!" Marge felt her trembling thighs being spread even more painfully apart. She gave another bird-like cry of distress that was followed by an answering stab up in her belly.
He thrust again, and she felt something give; the pressure of his powerful dick had plundered through the membrane of her maidenhead, and she felt weak and dizzy for a moment.
"Ohhhh, nooooo! Godddd!" she moaned. The impaling plunge of his hard dominating penis up into her no-longer-virginal pussy forced her quaking buttocks to clench in and her legs to jerk up in the air. A sudden masochistic thrill went through her: yes ... she had finally lost it, now there was no turning back!
The musician began lunging and withdrawing with an ox-like strength, brutally and lewdly fucking into her tight little cunt, sawing heedlessly away with his wetly glistening penis, so thick and veined.
Marge felt the skewering pain melt into strange fluttering sensations deep up inside her; Steve's fucking was merciless and wild, and his hands were all over the young coed's body. He pinched and massaged her palpitatingly erect nipples and breasts, leaving scratches on her stomach as his hands raced across her trembling flesh. He was raping her! He'd taken her virginity - and now, she knew with a shudder, something was beginning to respond inside her and she could do nothing to stop it. She was near hysteria, but she really didn't want to scream and get Tina's help. All she wanted was that the devilishly teasing sensation up in her cock-filled young pussy would stop ...
But it didn't! Marge's stiffened, as the last bit of pain became pleasure, and his brutal body slammed down to fit snugly next to hers. Desperately, she clenched her eyes shut, fighting against the primitive feeling with all her strength.
"Goddamn, you're luscious!" he hissed into her ear. "You're even better than Tina ..."
"Ooooh, don't! Please stop doing it, pleeez!" Marge whimpered as she felt the deliciously wanton feelings rippling across her skin. He began thrusting more rapidly up into her dilating pussy, the velvety smooth walls of her vagina held him, squeezing tightly around his rigidly impaling cock until she could feel every inch of his pulsing hardness. "Nooooo!" she moaned ... still protesting, but wanting it more than she'd ever desired anything in her life. She had never known anything like this before ... her emotions see-sawed between guilt and white-hot lust.
"I knew it'd only take a while ... you've been without sex too damn long, and now you want it ... need it!" he spat down at her. "Oh, no, I don't... you can't make me!" But
Marge knew she was the loser. She screwed up her hips tight against the musician's pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing swelling of his balls pressed into the wetly stretched anal crevice below her vagina. The soft, hair-covered testicle sac danced teasingly against her sensitive outer rectal ring, sending lewd shivers surging through her nerve ends.
"That's it, honey, fuck me, c'mon," hei commanded.
"Uuuuuuuugh," she swooned, trying toj withhold one last shred of her self-respect ... but, it was too late! "Ooooh, yesss!" she gasped. There was no holding back, it was like her body had become something animal - surely she was no longer human as she twisted and contorted beneath his thickly plunging cock. "Yeeessss, give it to meeeeee!" Marge spread her quivering legs wide apart and then pulled them up to her own shoulders, bending them at the knees and spurring him like a wild stallion with her heels digging into hard-muscled buttocks.
She was vaguely aware of someone entering the bedroom, but nothing mattered now except Steve driving his penis rhythmically into her cunt from above.
"Look at Marge. Christ, she's really tuned on," a feminine voice said.
The puzzling voice continued to speak softly, but it didn't matter. Marge couldn't stop now and her head tossed from side to side, her mouth open in slavish abandon. Like a savage beast Steve smashed his heavy body down on her undulating curves, pushing her breasts tightly back against her chest. His cock plunged up into her hungrily waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing her unresisting vaginal flesh before its burgeoning head. Her cunt clasped around his thickening penis, wetly devouring its ever-growing length to the very hilt. She groaned in relief at his wonderful rigidity filling her stretched passage as he continued a hard deep thrusting into her obscenely grinding cunt.
"Fuck him back like that, Marge ... yesss, now doesn't that feel gooood?" She recognized Tina's voice.
"Tina!" Marge murmured ... "Yessss, oh, God! It does!" she admitted in her crazy passion.
She was heading towards orgasm - she was almost ready to cum and could not stop now, even if she'd wanted to! Sweat was pouring from her body as she strove wildly for the end - just an infinitesimal second away.
And then - then - it happened.
"I ... I'm cumming: Oh God, I'm cummmmmming! Fuck harder! Fuck harder!" she pleaded in a voice distorted with passion. "I'm cummmmmmming! Ahhhhhhhgggggghhhhhh!"
Her hands darted behind Steve's driving buttocks, pulling him deeper and deeper up into her convulsing cunt. Her cum flowed out around his still-thrusting cock, seeping down the sweating crevice of her buttocks and flooding his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her tight-gripped ass-cheeks.
"I'm cumming, too!" Steve groaned from above. She could feel his lewdly molten sperm shooting deep up into her spasming womb, mixing with her own orgasmic juices. Her head whirled as the powerful fiery squirts streamed wildly up into her, filling her to the bursting point with his steadily ejaculating cum. The tight wet walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at his jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth, until Marge's young body was drained of everything and her limbs collapsed loosely as Steve's grip on her legs was released and he fell heavily on top of her.
They lay there panting for several moments before she became aware again of the other people in the room. Now she turned her head and saw her roommate splayed out nakedly on the other side of the bed. Larry was lying between Tina's widespread legs, his head bobbing up and down over her curl-fringed, glisteningly moist cunt.
"Ohhhh, I'm cummmmmming toooo!" the waitress wailed out, her head upturned to the ceiling Marge jumped from the bed and walked out of the room with Steve trailing behind her.
The way she'd let go that first night at the young hooker's apartment wasn't the sort of thing Marge wanted to admit to herself - least of all, anyone else. She did her best to dodge Tina's eyes the next morning, but when there _was no mention of what had happened, as if it was just an everyday occurence, Marge saw she couldn't have shocked Tina if she wanted to.
She'd decided she would move out of the prostitute's apartment immediately, but when that one night became two, three, then four days - suddenly, it didn't seem so awful having a hooker for a roommate.
After one week, it was almost inevitable that Tina would ask her to move in permanently. The rent for the modern luxury apartment was over two hundred dollars a month, plus utilities, and a half of that was Marge's share. There were two bedrooms, with a plate-glass wall in the living room overlooking the fountain in a center plaza. Most of the other inhabitants of the apartment complex, were young swinger types -prosperous young professionals - who constantly gave parties and had a lot of overnight guests. Marge never dreamed she would live in such a luxurious place. What with the little she made, she could hardly afford it ... but, once she'd settled in, she decided it'd be more expensive to move all over again.
In fact, Marge knew that no matter how much she pretended otherwise she really was fascinated by the discovery of a whole facet of life she'd never given much thought to. For she was finding herself involved in an education that going to college could never hope to offer. It was evil and wicked, but also totally exciting in a forbidden sort of way. Tina brought a man home at least every few nights, and Marge couldn't possibly miss the moans and fast breathing that emanated from the bedroom across the hallway.
She knew it wasn't doing much for her school work. After working at the 'Liner till one in the morning, she barely made it to classes any more. Sitting in the back room, drinking coffee from a paper cup and smoking one cigarette after another, she tried to feel part of college life, but she wasn't very successful... She'd had time to read only a few books on her reading lists... and she could follow, only vaguely, what her professors were talking about. By this time, she was so far behind she didn't see how she'd catch up. Her teachers still thought of Marge as one of their brighter students. But she knew it only remained for her late papers and final exams to come in; then it would be evident that her straight "A" average was going to drop to barely passing, at best.
The rest of the young blonde's life had changed just as drastically. Since that night one month before, Marge was no longer a virgin, and she'd been coming regularly to Steve's apartment. Now it didn't seem that important being a virgin. Besides, she liked Steve, although she certainly wasn't in love with him.
Every evening she went over to Steve's for the dinner hours before she had to start work at the 'Liner. The early winter weather had stripped the trees bare and, by the time it was five o'clock, the sky was gray and it was dark. Steve's apartment wasn't much - just two rooms, with a gas heater in the bedroom which he turned up so high she could hardly breathe.
One night in November, Marge propped her head on a pillow and glanced past Steve who was half-dozing beside her. Tonight, she had something important to ask him, but she couldn't figure out how ... Outside, it was raining. The clock beside the bed read seven in the evening - she had just one hour to make it to her job at the 'Liner.
Marge could feel Steve watching her as she pulled out of bed and dressed. His heavy-lidded gaze was focused on her breasts as her pink nipples jutted proudly, her twin soft mounds standing up on their own, two ripely firm globes that shivered as she pulled on her white bikini panties. She was glad her young body was firm and well-developed. His open stares still made her feel a little awkward maybe - but, at least, not embarrassed about how she looked. But she put that quickly out of her head and pulled on her sweater and skirt and boots and went to sit down on the edge of the bed. Now was the time to ask him ...
"Hey, I want you to help me with something," Steve swung his legs to the floor and rose up from the bed as she sat down.
She watched as he walked to the bureau for a pad and pencil and sat down again, still naked, beside her.
"Am I adding this up right?" he frowned.
Marge ran her eyes down the long column of figures. "Seems all right to me. What is it?"
"All the money I owe," he said, and threw the pad and pencil onto the cluttered floor.
"You owe that much?" Marge drew backward. "How could you owe that much money?"
"I don't know. I just do," he said as he stood up and walked out to the bathroom where he turned on the water full-blast in the tub.
"Jeeezus, that's more than I owe!"
She got up and went into the bathroom, putting down the lid on the toilet seat so she could sit down while he took a bath.
"How much do you owe?" he asked.
"One thousand dollars, what with the expenses for the apartment and some new clothes I bought. And I have to pay off a dorm bill."
"Why do you. want to live in such an expensive apartment for?" He pulled loudly up out of the tub. "And all those clothes you been buying ... pretty soon you'll owe more than I do!" he grinned. He dried himself off and let the towel fall to the floor.
Marge picked up the towel and hung it over a towel rack. As far as housekeeping, Steve was about the sloppiest person she'd ever known. But at the same time, he and his extensive wardrobe were clean - to the point of fanaticism. Now he stood in front of the sink shaving, moving ever more quickly as the time drew nearer for him to leave for his job at the Gaslight.
"Well, the problem isn't only what I owe," she sat back down. "It's that I'm not making enough money to support myself."
"Not the way you live," he grinned over his shoulder and turned back to the mirror. "Maybe you could drop out of school for a semester and go back in the fall."
"I can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"It'll set a precedent."
"What the fuck does that mean?" He was dousing himself with shaving lotion. "Never mind."
"I know, dumb Steve ... you keep coming around, I'm going to have to buy myself a dictionary."
Marge followed him into the bedroom where she sat down on the bed while he stood in front of the closet, trying to figure out what to wear.
It was 7:30 now - ten minutes and she had to leave. "I wish I had two hundred dollars," she said. "I've got to hire someone to do my papers for me."
"You're smart."
"I'll be lucky if I find time to read the booklist before the tests."
"You sure like school. Couldn't you drop out one semester?"
"Well, the truth is I waited too long. If I drop now, I'll have sixteen hours of D's, and you can figure out what that'll do to my straight A average."
"I can't really figure it," Steve admitted. "I never did understand all those hours and credits."
Steve sat down on the side of the bed in a pink shirt, leather vest, and bell-bottom pants. Now he was pulling on his boots. Marge looked at him: it was now or never. He wasn't exactly the best person to ask for advice, but her choces were limited. She had three friends in the world, and she already knew what Tina and Chuck thought.
"You know the homecoming game that is coming up? Chuck and Tina are after me to go out with one of the alumni... like Tina does," she laughed.
"You're kidding. For money?"
"Yes, there's this man named Curt Webster. Apparently Chuck had known him for some time ... and he's supposed to be a very nice guy. He's a businessman ... just comes here once a year for homecoming, so he always asks Chuck to fix him up with a girl. Chuck says I could make $200 at least. Isn't that awful?"
"Depends on how you look at it. That's a lot of money for doing nothing!"
"Nothing!"
"Well, let's face it, how many times can a man make it in one weekend? Two, three times, and he's through."
Marge shuddered. "How can you talk like that ... so calculatingly."
"That's life," he said, zipping up his boots.
"Not my life," she said as she. stood up and began pulling on her raincoat.
"I'd do it ... some woman wanted to give me two hundred dollars. Personally. I like to fuck. Might as well get paid for it.'"
Marge'd always thought Steve was a bit slow, but now she thought he must be just plain dumb. Or maybe he only had a different way of looking at life.
"Actually," he said, lighting a cigarette, "It might not be a bad thing at all. With what you'd make, plus what I make, we could get an apartment like Tina's and live together."
"What?" Marge could hardly believe what he was saying. "You're crazy if you think I'm going to work as a prostitute ... and support you!"
When Marge left Steve's apartment, she knew she wouldn't be coming back. She guessed she'd already decided she would go out with the man even before she asked Steve. That is, she'd consciously decided she should but she didn't really believe she'd do it herself. Still, Steve was the one, out of her three friends, she really cared about, and now that he'd said that, she suddenly felt she never wanted to see him again.
Chapter Four
It was still pouring rain, and the wet pavement on Hilton Street reflected back neon and traffic lights. Coming into the 'Liner, Marge shook out her hair and hung her wet raincoat over the first table. Outside a lighted-up bus was stopped in the middle of Hilton, caught in the terrible traffic jam. Marge decided she'd tell Chuck she'd go out with the man ... just to see his reaction. She came up to where he was grinning from behind the bar and began fluffing up her long blonde hair with her fingers.
"You think you're pretty hot stuff, don't you?" he teased.
"Mmmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmm," Marge agreed and arranged her loose hair so it fell slightly over one eye.
She could sense the bartender avidly eyeing her long slender legs in high-topped boots beneath her mini-skirt, and a strange tingle of narcissistic delight shot through her.
"Marge, you're too pretty to work so hard; why don't you take the night off?"
"Okay," she came up beside him, pretending she really took his offer seriously. "What time can I leave?"
"Well, wait till Tina comes in and she and-1 can handle things."
The tavern owner had put his arm around Marge's back, drawing her tight against his side. Marge looked up at him with amusement ... since the night Chuck had tried to seduce her and failed ... at least in the long run ... she'd kept up a light flirtation with him. It didn't amount to anything serious and kept him from being angry with her. It wasn't till his hand crept up to the beginning swell of her young breast that she moved casually away ...
Actually, Chuck touching her ripely succulent young mound like that did arouse Marge. Normally she'd block out the feeling, but tonight she felt her skin flush and prickle with crazy excitement. It was an idea she had, but maybe just for fun she'd consider Chuck's proposition. It wouldn't be exactly like working as a call-girl since she'd only be going out with a "date" once. Still, it sent her head whirling when she forced herself to bring up the subject.
"I've got to talk with you about something serious," she leaned her back against the counter. "I've been thinking about Homecoming. What would you say if I took you up on your suggestion?"
"Oh yeah?" he grinned. "Why, I'd say you'd be a damn fool if you didn't."
"It'd sure help me get through this semester. Of course, I'd never want to do it again."
"No."
"I mean, I wouldn't want you to start thinking of me like ... Tina. If any other similar occasions came up, I wouldn't even want to hear about them. It'd just be Homecoming and that's it."
"Okay, whatever you like."
"How do you go about something like that ... would it be like he was picking me up after work next weekend?"
"Why don't you talk to him about it?" Chuck grinned and nodded toward the back of the bar.
"Wha ..., t?" Marge gasped. Following Chuck's gesture, her eyes raced toward a rear booth where a man with a blond crew-cut was sitting with his back toward them.
"Curt just came into town tonight..."
Marge shuddered and dropped a tray of glasses in the soap-filled sink where .she began washing and rinsing them rapidly. She'd just been talking ... teasing Chuck, ft was one thing to consider the date for the far indefinite future, but she'd never dreamed Webster would be here now! Chuck pulled her away from the sink. "I told him you'd be coming in tonight."
"You did?" she said weakly.
"Yes, he's waiting back there so he can meet you," he said impatiently.
Marge had decided to step out of the bar, if only for a minute, when the man, apparently hearing their voices, turned and waved. She could feel herself turning bright red as he slid out of the booth and walked up to the counter to meet her.
"Curt, this is Marge Olson, the girl I've told you so much about," Chuck said.
"Well, I've been waiting for a long time," Webster smiled.
"Marge's working her way through school," Chuck said.
Working my way through school! Marge shivered. At the same time, her eyes raced crazily over the rrran. He was short and slight - probably in his fifties, with a blond crew cut. God! He looks like my Uncle Jack! her thoughts were flying in all directions. She barely managed to stammer, "H-hello ..."
"Marge's got the night off as far as I'm concerned," Chuck beamed generously.
"Well... maybe Marge'd like to come up to my motel room for a few drinks."
"I've got an appointment," Marge said.
Chuck shot her a disappointed look. "She's just shy," he laughed. Then to Marge, "Curt's with the Alumni Association ... they're getting ready for the big game. Isn't that right, Webster?"
"Right," he winked.
"Now, you'll need drinks and everything," Chuck had turned his back and was running his eyes over the liquor stock. Finally he pulled out two bottles of scotch and began to wrap them up. "Just bring back the empties," he winked.
"I assume Marge likes scotch?" the middle-aged man chuckled good-naturedly at the young blonde.
"Y ... yess," Marge had to speak up after a long pause, and the man was looking directly at her. Suddenly, she realized Chuck was no longer there. He came up behind her with her raincoat, settling it over her shoulders. She was certain now that she'd go with Webster,, and it excited and scared her to death at the same time. A prostitute! That's what she was, if only for tonight. The strange, forbidden aspect of what she was about to do sent little lust-sparks igniting in her loins. A simultaneous feeling of apprehension made her give a start as Curt smiled at her.
"I appreciate this, Chuck. I always get in town after the liquor store closes," Webster took the sack with the bottles in one hand and grabbed Marge's elbow with the other, leading her to the door.
Chuck accompanied them out to the sidewalk where it was still raining. "Remember he's here to have a good time," Chuck hissed as Marge ducked back in the doorway to put on her raincoat. "Quit looking like you're going to a funeral."
Webster took Marge's arm, but because of the bad weather she didn't have to talk to him as he led her in the direction of the parking ramp in the block behind the Airliner. Nor did she have to talk to him in the car. Webster had enough on his hands managing the rented car in the erratic wet-weather traffic ...
It's only one time, and later I can forget about it, she tried to convince herself, though she didn't believe a word she was thinking. It'll get me through this semester. The man's a stranger, and no one'll ever know. In a way, it'll be an experience. Besides, after all I've been through, what difference does it really make anyway?
Webster pulled up in front of the big University Inn out on Highway 59. Running around to her side of the car to let her out, he gave her a curious grin, and Marge again felt a weird sexual charge bolt through her.
She held her breath as she followed him through the double-doored motel room. The indirect lighting took a moment to get accustomed to; then she noticed the expensive decor of the room - a few landscapes hung on the walls and a thick, lush rug carpeted the center of the room before a huge king-sized bed. A filled ice-bucket was set on a low-boy beside a thickly draped alcove. "Sit down, darling. Sit down," Webster said in a hushed tone that seemed to go with their subdued surroundings. He put the bottle of scotch beside the ice bucket.
She glanced around for a chair, but he gestured the young student to the bed. "I'm not used to this sort of thing," she said.
Webster smiled. "Easy does it... I know what you're about to say," he waved her to the bed. Reluctantly she sat down. "You must have some reservations about earning your pocket money like this."
Initially, Marge'd disliked the crew-cutted older man, but having sensed a gentleness in his character, she felt temporarily at ease. Still, she wished he'd ask her to take off her clothes right away; she wanted to get it over with and go back to the bar as soon as possible.
"This is actually my first time," she said hesitantly.
He laughed - she guessed this cheered him up. He was a quiet man, not nearly as aggressive as Chuck Sterner, and although he was well into middle-age, there was a boyishness about him that appealed to her. Maybe he was one of those perennially shy types who didn't usually go to prostitutes. If this was the case, then she'd have to do her best to make him feel at ease, she thought with unaccustomed dizziness.
He turned from the bed and began nervously making drinks. Before handing Marge hers, he took a sip from his glass. She tried to smile as he settled gingerly beside her; then he lit a cigarette and seemed to realize he'd forgotten Marge's drink.
"I'll get it," the young blonde jumped up and retrieved her glass. Part of her job was making him at ease in a compromising situation ... Curt probably had a wife and children ... being on the Alumni Committee also made things difficult...
"Hmmmmmm," he cleared his throat. "Do you mind taking off everything but your brassiere and panties now?"
She crimsoned. "If you don't mind," he laughed uneasily.
"No, okay," she assented. Now that the time had come, she'd liked to have disappeared into the velvety drapery but she couldn't.
"You can do it right here ..." Webster said.
"Yes... you want me to take off my clothes," she mumbled. "First I'll take off my blouse."
"Yes, hurry now. God ... you're so beautiful ... I want it all to go perfectly."
Marge fumbled with her blouse buttons, undoing them down to her waist, and then turned away from Webster. "Now ... let's see those lovely tits!" he sighed.
She pulled off the blouse, exposing her lush twin mounds encased in her white lace brassiere. The blouse slipped awkwardly from her hands, and she bent down to pick it up. Just watching the movement of her arms and the tanned naked expanse of her back sent Webster's imagination racing wildly. His eyes glowed with anticipation as her skirt hiked up, revealing the pert curve of her buttocks-pulling tautly at her white bikini panties. The miniscule panties slipped into the narrow crevice between her roundly curved ass-cheeks as she straightened up to put the blouse on the bureau.
"Now, the skirt," he breathed softly.
She unzipped her micro-skirt, quickly tugging it away from her gently curving hips, and then set it on the bureau. Finally, she turned and walked gracefully toward the bed, her beautiful young body entirely naked except for the two wisps of cloth that covered her pussy mound and full womanly breasts.
As she neared the bed, Curt couldn't help gulping in spite of himself. Her large, gently uplifting breasts were wide-spaced and placed higlTon her chest. They swayed and jiggled with a youthful firmness that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. For a moment, he ceased breathing at all and felt an involuntary jerking of his long, fully erect cock. His penis felt like it would tear through his pants as his. eyes fell on the soft-looking "vee" of her pubic mound, snugly encased in her white bikini panties.
"I think you like me," Marge said, surprising herself with her bluntness. She wanted Curt to enjoy what they were about to do, even if she was still scared to death by it. Chuck had said to give Curt a good time; that meant making Webster feel that he was attractive to her as a man, which in fact he was.
"How can you tell I like you, Marge?" he laughed nervously.
"It's just something a woman can sense," she shrugged and rested beside him.
As Marge sat down and leaned back luxuriantly half-naked on her elbows beside him, it was all Webster could do to keep from throwing his hotly churning body on her tempting lushness. She sighed and tilted her head, her long blonde hair spilling and cascading softly around her shoulders. He moved closer and turned toward her, feeling his long stiff hardness pressing against her splayed-out thighs.
"Well... there's something else I bet you'd like," she tried to play the role of seductress as best she could, "Do you want to see me naked, Mr. Webster?" she smiled.
"God! You know I do," he gasped, hardly able to believe what she'd said. "And feel free to call me Curt," he winked humorously.
Then he gestured for the blonde student to turn toward him, and he slipped his right hand inside the front of her low-cut white brassiere, squeezing the soft warm flesh excitedly between his fingers. With his other hand, he undid the snap holding up the flimsy brassiere, letting her youthfully ripened breasts fall free. They were like two succulent melons, the alabaster whiteness of her proudly quivering mounds shining in sharp contrast to the rich deep tan on the rest of her body.
Then Webster wound his fingers in the tight waistband of her brief white panties and worked them down over her firmly rounded buttocks to her knees. He gazed down excitedly at her naked hair-lined pussy and its pink flushing flesh. Almost frantically he pulled the panties across her long, smooth legs and tossed them quickly alongside the bed.
"Oh God! Now I'm completely naked," Marge gasped.
"Yes ... and lovely, too!"
As he gaped at her, she stared reticently back at him. The large full mounds of her proud young breasts and their ruby-like nipples thrust up at him in all their naked glory. Marge lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at his loins then lifted herself up to her elbows. Unknowingly, she'd splayed her legs open wide so he could plainly see the wet pink flesh of her cunt, framed by the tantalizing golden wisps of her soft pussy hair.
"I mean it ... your beautiful, Marge," he muttered, staring down at her lush nakedness while the heat of his small wiry body rose rapidly. He could see that her cool blue eyes had dilated a little - from excitement, he supposed. It was all he could do to keep from falling on top of the young call girl and ramming his achingly excited cock up into the soft warmth of her tight little cunt at this very moment!
"I'm glad you like me ... naked," Marge blushed.
"Have you made love to a lot of other men?" he asked.
"No," she admitted. "Just two ... but they weren't very serious things ... I guess I'm sort of inexperienced."
"Maybe there's something I can teach you ..." he grinned, pushing her down to the mattress and leaning over her. "You want me to do it to you ... to make love to you, don't you?"
"Oh yes, I do," she trembled. In spite of her resolve to remain cool, she found herself excited by Webster's sympathetically tender approach.
"Then tell me," he said hoarsely. "Tell me you want me to fuck you!"
"I want you to do it," she whispered excitedly.
"Do what?"
"To ... fuck me," she breathed.
The excited businessman rose from the bed and began taking off his shirt and trousers. He stripped to his shorts in seconds, then shoved them down his legs and stood in front of her with his rigidly throbbing cock rearing up like a flagpole in front of him. Marge's gaze raced over his compact form ... She wouldn't have expected him to be so masculine looking, but naked, his body possessed a youthful vigor and leanness that surprised her. Her eyes riveted on his pulsing hardness, which seemed overly large in comparison to his body, then she looked up at him hesitantly. "Have you ever blown anyone?"
"I don't understand," she said. "What do you mean ... blow?"
"You know ... have you ever put your mouth around a man's hard penis?"
"God no ... never!"
"It's something you should try," he came to the edge of the bed and stood between her widespread thighs.
Marge could feel his hairy legs brushing teasingly between her sensitive thighs... She drew back on the mattress, but he pushed forward, the throbbing head of his cock less than an inch from her heaving little belly.
"I don't think I'd like it," she said.
"One never knows," he smiled, grasping his long staff of male flesh and jerking it a few times in his clenched hand. "It just might excite you." He pulled himself from between her wide-splayed thighs and rolled onto his back beside her on the bed.
"Now, Gome up here between my legs," he said.
"Huh?"
"You heard me, darling."
He watched her reluctantly crawl up on her knees between his hair-covered legs and shivered with wild expectation; he had the feeling that Marge Olson would be absolutely perfect! She'd never sucked anyone else's cock - not even Sterner - but she'd do it to him - she'd just have to! He liked the idea of an almost virginal young college kid sucking his ramrod stiff penis; it gave him an insane feeling of power which the more sophisticated call girl usually deprived him of.
He lay tensed with his stiffly pulsating cock pointing up at a forty-five degree angle toward the ceiling, then - turning his head - he could see both himself and the sexy young blonde reflected in the mirror on top of the
Spanish-style dressing table. He followed her cautious preliminary movements without having to even raise his head.
"Jeeeeeeezus!" he groaned as she positioned her body over his, her breasts dangled erotically and her buttocks lifted brazenly in the air. "Now suck my cock!"
"Oh, no ... I don't think I can ... I mean, you want me to put it in my mouth?"
"Yes!"
"Please ... no!"
"I am paying you $ 100," he said.
Taking a deep breath, Marge reached but and began stroking his foreskin up and down in a slow tantalizing rhythm that thrilled him in its lewdness. She looked away at first, trying to avoid staring him in the face, and then the young blonde seemed to grow interested in what she was doing and turned her head so she was gazing at him directly.
"Come on up farther, Marge," he said in a harsher voice.
"Isn't this enough?"
He grunted. "Uh-uh."
"All right," she assented and moved up on all fours until her head was a scant few inches from the warm pulsing head of his cock. She held the thick rod of male flesh tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused the businessman't wiry buttocks to undulate in time to the maddening rhythm.
"Yesssss, keep that up," Webster intoned to the sensuous figure kneeling so provocatively over him. "Now... suck on me. Put your delicious mouth over my cock!"
Tentatively, Marge's head lowered toward the thick hardness of his penis; she could smell the pungent odor of his sex sweat, could see the small hole at the end of his upstanding member gaping at her like a brazenly winking eye. She turned her head away once more. "Shittt ... suucckkkk. Do it Marge; don't be afraid," he commanded.
She drew her breath, "Ooooohhhhhh, please!"
"I said it and I meant it," he rasped. "My prick ... suck it!"
She flicked out her tongue, the top boring teasingly into the slight moistness of the small opening at the end of his cock-head. "Christ," he squirmed his buttocks down hard on the mattress from the excruciatingly pleasurable contact.
Chills rippled along the back of his spine, forcing a groan from his lips. He'd never expected the reserved blonde to act like this; it was almost too good to be true. He watched as she brought her ovalled wet mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of his heatedly pulsating cock in a soft warm pressure - it was so incredibly exciting he felt he could almost cum right there!
"Uggggh!" he groaned. Marge was inexperienced at this sort of thing, but the delectable heat of her mouth and the way she used her lips - like a gently clasping elastic band - was absolutely fantastic! Her lips tightened with soft warm pressure just below the throbbing cock-head, trapping his lust-thickened hardness inside the moistly heated cavern of her mouth.
"Oooooh," he groaned, lifting his head from the pillow and staring down at the young blonde's lust contorted face. The sight of his sensitive cock-shaft sunk halfway between her greedily sucking lips increased his erotic sensation tenfold. His stiffened penis glistened like the wet limb of an oak as it began to move in and out between the soft fullness of her encompassing lips. Tentatively at first, then with more assurance, she massaged the velvety resilient skin of his testicles with her fingers. She stroked the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other hand as she began to suck rhythmically up and down on his saliva-coated rod of flesh.
The aroused businessman could feel the softness of her tongue swirling with an obscenely moist pressure around his cock's head at the apex of withdrawal, her tongue-tip dancing across the tiny opening at the end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her head bobbing salaciously up and down below. The inciting vision of her mouth encasing his wildly hammering penis was almost painful in its lewdness.
Marge could feel the throbbing reaction in his cock, and began to suck a little harder; the tips of her teeth dug gently into the hard resisting pole of flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath his skin's surface.
"Oh God ..." Marge coughed around his mouth filling hardness as his hands dropped to her blonde hair and pulled her even closer to him. She liked this position; it gave her a masochistic pleasure to know that she was incapable of moving her head in any direction now except up and down on that wonderfully long penis. Reaching under his tightly flexed buttocks, she cupped the rock-hard globes of flesh, pulling his jerking pelvis up tighter to her face.
Marge's tongue swiped around the warm bulbous head furiously, till Curt thought he'd scream! He was near the bursting point as she took almost all his rigidly erect cock deep into her throat. As she licked on the glisteningly wet flesh like a cat cleaning its fur, he could feel all of himself, every nerve he possessed concentrated in the lust-hardened cock-shaft.
"Mmmmmmm..." the teenage blonde couldn't help exclaiming. Never in her life had she dreamed she'd like the taste of cock ... but now she found it was tantalizing. What made it all the more exciting was the realization that what she was doing was terribly immoral: she'd been hired by the older man to suck on his hugely thick penis ... but she'd always been taught that this was terribly sinful... and yet she, too, gained pleasure from it!
"Yesssss, oh, for Christ's sakes, suck on meeeee!" his chanting voice broke in on her thoughts.
He expected the young coed to choke, but she continued the maddening sucking, on and on. Her mouth pulled up the full length of his impatiently beating penis, drawing on him like a vacuum cleaner. The pressure building in his sperm-bloated balls was excruciating and unbearable, and his long hard cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.
He was going to cum in Marge's mouth! In her mouth! He couldn't hold back an instant longer!
Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his churning balls as he watched her face working above his lean body like a contented calf sucking on its mother's teat. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling from her naked body as she bucked over him, trying to make him spurt his white hot cum deep down into her gluttonously sucking throat.
"It is good, Curt... do you like the way I'm sucking you?" she removed her mouth from his erect cock for a moment.
"Oh ... Christ!" he moaned.
"It tastes good. I never thought I'd get to like the taste of a man's penis," she said.
"Then keep it up ... SHIT, DON'T STOP BLOWING MEEEEEEE!"
He groaned at the dim image of their naked bodies in the mirror. She lowered her head and began sucking again; the muscles on Curt's stomach tightened till he though they would snap from the pressure. He arched his back off the bed, pushing even farther up between the hot clasping moistness of the sexy student's lips.
"Succcckkkkk, shit... oh, Marge!" he groaned over and over again, his mouth working and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth. Suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the building gush of impatient sperm begin its mad dash from the reservoir to his exploding balls and begin spewing in hot thin streams into her hungrily sucking mouth.
"Succcckkkk, suck meeeee!" he shouted, the tendons on his thighs stretching like a prisoner's drawn tight on a rack.
The beautiful blonde's cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding torrents to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his fresh warm sperm into the wetness of her mouth. His feverish hands tangled in her long hair, holding her head down to the hot eruption of his loins as he rammed his madly jerking penis ail the way down to her tonsils.
"Aaaaaaaaggghhhhh," Marge coughed, swallowing to regain her breath.
Webster moaned one last time and then fell back, grunting in complete fulfillment. Gradually, his still half-erect cock deflated in her mouth, but Marge continued the gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm-tasting semen from the depleted older man.
Finally, she pulled her mouth away, savoring the last droplets of his warm wet sperm. "Did you like that... did I do it right?" she lay her head to Curt's heaving stomach.
"I'll say you did!"
"It was exciting for me, too!"
He caressed her back softly. "Well, Homecoming Weekend we can try again... Chuck mentioned it to you, didn't he?"
She remembered the conversation with Sterner about next weekend. Although she enjoyed sucking Curt's hard penis, she'd made a private vow to herself not to become further involved in accepting favors, even though the Homecoming Game had been the ostensible reason for getting together with Webster tonight. With a reluctant little shudder, she decided she would go with Curt next weekend. It was all Chuck's doing, the young blonde thought. She wondered what the bartender got out of all this. He must've received a kickback from Curt, otherwise he wouldn't have gone to all that trouble setting up Marge with the businessman.
That made Chuck Sterner her ... pimp! It sent a feeling of revulsion into her still turned-on belly to think about it, but that's exactly how things were ...
Chapter Five
"That's it, folks. Final score at the end of the fourth quarter - Minnesota 36 - 20 ... " the television announcer's voice drifted off.
Marge watched the camera pan over the thousands of spectators exiting from the stadium in a swirl of autumn browns and oranges. It'd been a perfect late November day - crisp, and with a bright blue sky overhead. There was one final shot of a long-haired student hawking golden mums and penants in the parking lot, then the five o'clock news flashed on.
"Good evening, this is ... "
Marge turned the sound down on the huge color television, and walked with her beer to the sliding plate-glass windows at the front end of the living room. The entire apartment complex was deserted - everyone else had gone to the game. Down below, the gushing fountain in the center plaza sounded louder than normal, without the usual backdrop of music and voices.
Marge had spent the afternoon drinking beer and watching the game by herself. She'd stopped going to Steve's apartment and Tina had gone to the game with Larry. Tony Barstow, the football player had blown her mind by asking her out, but Marge had been forced to turn him down -because of her appointment with Curt Webster.
The young blonde moved into the bedroom, shedding clothes as she went. "Appointment" was all she could call it, she thought. Webster planned to attend the game and a reunion at his fraternity later with his own private party; he wasn't going to pick her up till two in the morning. Marge understood why the businessman didn't take a young girl like herself along as a date, but that didn't make it any less of a drag to spend Homecoming by herself... when she could have gone out with the football star.
She packed a skimpy party dress to wear after work, and began strolling toward town. All along the way, the sidewalks were jammed with people who'd left their cars in town and gone on foot to the game. Now they were walking back from the stadium. By the time she reached the Airliner, the sun had set and the marching band was parading down Hilton.
She spotted Chuck Sterner, standing on the crowded sidewalk in front of his bar, gaping as the head cheerleader's long tanned legs split like bamboo as she did cart-wheels down the center of the street. The girl's panties flashed scarlet before she landed again on her feet.
"Hello," she murmured after the burst of applause.
Sterner turned to her with red-rimmed eyes. "Marge, old girl, what are you doing down here?"
"I work here."
"Oh, yeah," he followed her into the bar.
Inside the Airliner was more packed than Marge'd ever seen it. A special crew of coed waitresses Chuck had hired for the occasion fought their way down the aisles. Every other person swigged liquor from their own flask, polishing off what they hadn't drunk at the game.
There were also more older people than she'd ever seen before in the 'Liner', she thought as Chuck stumbled around the counter.
"Some game!" he slapped her hard on the shoulder.
"Hey, watch it," Marge cringed. "Did you go to the stadium?"
"Saw it on TV," he teetered wildly toward her and recovered himself.
"God, my arm's killing me," Marge complained. "I may never use it again."
Chuck turned distractedly away to the bottle-filled counter, and now mixed himself another drink ... he'd obviously been drinking all day, maybe even since last night. It didn't really make much difference - there were so many people in the bar that there wasn't much hope of serving even half. Might as well take it easy, let those girls he hired work it out. Marge moved to the sink, keeping her distance within the oasis of inactivity behind the counter.
"Here, have a drink," he shoved a glass of whiskey in her face.
"Don't mind if I do. I've been pouring down beer all afternoon."
Except for one or two token attempts at working, Marge spent- most of the evening sitting at the bar with Chuck. / never did any serious drinking before, she thought. Sterner blurred in and out of focus as he waved at the student bartender for their eighth round of drinks. He plopped back onto his stool. The second night didn't count... since I didn't know what I was doing... and I didn't enjoy it, she thought while she grinned at him.
The bar was staying open later than usual and, about two in the morning, Marge excused herself to change into her party dress. It was the most daring outfit she'd ever owned, backless and mini-skirted, and she'd bought it specially for the occasion. Coming back to the bar, she cleared a path with the blue dress outfit. All the men were falling all over themselves as they caught a glimpse of her large, rounded breasts just barely hidden under the low-cut top.
"Say that's something," Chuck laid his hand on her thigh, and she made no effort to push him away, as a wave of excitement tickled over her nerve endings. His hand had been on her leg or around her waist all night, but considering what was in store for her later on, it seemed silly to be prudish.
Marge peered through the hazy light at the clock. She tried not to think too diligently about her date with Webster ... that way life was simple. Now that she'd been with the older man once ... it didn't seem so awful, though she still felt incredibly uneasy. She even had to admit to herself that deep down inside, some part of her liked the idea. Then Webster was crowding his way into the bar.
He was greeted by a thick cloud of cigarette smoke that billowed out the front door when he opened it. He slung both arms around Marge and
Chuck, and there was the usual small talk among the three while he belted down a quick drink.
"Maybe we ought to move along," he wrapped his arm around the young blonde's hip and squeezed. "There's still a good party going on at the fraternity house."
"Mind if I come along?" Chuck asked.
"The more the merrier. Just follow me. There's a taxi waiting in front."
Marge felt a little embarrassed in front of Sterner and the cab driver when Curt's wandering hands stroked her breasts and thighs in a proprietory way. She found herself suddenly hoping she didn't look like a hooker as the taxi pulled up in front of the big, three-story house, with its columned front ...
She could see only a few stragglers standing around and sitting in the big open room at the end of the huge marble-floored foyer - though just as they neared the archway, another selection fell into place on the record console in the corner. It was turned up so loud that - to Marge's alcohol-blurred eyes, at least - the heavy drapes seemed to vibrate in time to the music. There was no bar, just a white-coated waiter scurrying around among the people lounging on the carpet. A big, burly fellow with a mustache leaned against the wall next to the record console. Marge's eyes widened as she recognized Tony Barstow.
As Marge adjusted to the new situation, she could see that the place was occupied mostly by men. There were about five or six girls in evidence - and about twenty men, who, apparently having taken their women home, were intent on dragging out the night as long as possible. Marge felt uncomfortable, she knew every eye was on her as she and Curt and Chuck maneuvered their way to the opposite wall.
"Hey, thought there'd be some real action around here," Chuck shouted over the music. "What happened to the women?"
Curt leaned over Marge as the record player broke into some loud Dixieland music. "What about Marge here? Doesn't she qualify?"
Chuck shrugged.
"You can dance with her ... whatever ... I don't care." Curt slurred out.
"It must be later than I thought," Chuck mused to himself. "Sure was hoping to get laid. Must have all gone home to bed ... reckon it's anybody's guess."
Marge looked at the gigantic hulk of a man regarding her half-naked breasts from across the room, and decided she didn't want to even speculate on what Curt had meant. Drinking had changed him a lot. He didn't look like he was in a state to be reasoned with ..., especially now that he was really paying her so much for Homecoming.
"Anyhow," continued Chuck. "I was sure counting on finding me a woman. I started drinking Monday night, I guess it was, and one thing just led to another. Now it looks like I got all charged up for nothing."
"Speaking of women ... what happened to Tina?"
"Oh, she's got a double date," Chuck warmed up. "Two guys at once ... she really loves it that way. I had to let her take the night off. They're out there fucking at the Clevemore Motel right now."
"How much does she get for that?"
"Oh, she must pull in at least three hundred. Of course, it gets pretty wild... no holds barred. Last year she sucked off two guys at the same time."
"No kidding?"
"Hell, yes. She also takes it up the ass ... anywhere ... you name it. Well, up the ass is really her speciality."
The conversation stopped with both men pausing to consider it. Marge lowered her eyes, and tried to look nonplussed by the conversation. Tina ... never even hinted at anything like that ... though from the few times when the redhead had tried to crawl in bed with her, she'd gotten the idea that Tina was pretty uninhibited.
It gave her a weird feeling... sort of dirty and sluttish ... to hear the two men talking so filthily in front of her like that. But at the same time, it excited her. It made her feel like a whore. Well I guess I am a ... whore ... kind of," she thought alcoholically.
"You want to sit down?" Curt said.
"Yeah, I was just wondering the same thing," Chuck moved his shoulders. "What the fuck are we standing up for?"
They trailed across the room and eased down on a big leather couch.
Marge was glad when the attention returned to her. Chuck got up to catch the waiter for her next drink, while Curt nibbled wetly at her spaghetti-thin shoulder strap.
"Puh-lease," Marge giggled as the strap fell onto her arm, revealing most of one plump breast up to her curving pink nipple. Marge pulled the strap back up quickly.
"What's going on here?" Chuck grinned and sat down. He wrapped one arm around her neck and used the other hand to flick the strap down again, gaping at her lushly curving mound, before she readjusted the strap all over again. He shoved a whiskey and soda in front of her face.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Marge tried to sip while he held the glass. By the time she got it in her own hands, she realized that Curt's fingers were caressing her breast from the other side. She could see some men grinning from across the room, but it felt good and she was too tired to bother to push him away.
"Tina tried to make it with me," she volunteered.
"Behind every prostitute is a dyke," Chuck intoned.
Marge wondered if that included her, "No ... I don't think she's queer or anything... if she is, she's certainly awfully interested in men," she giggled. "My bedroom is right across the hall ... well, you can't miss it... almost every night..." Marge gave up trying to explain it.
"Did she try to eat your pussy or what?" Chuck said.
"Actually, she didn't get farther than trying to kiss my breasts."
"I used to go with Tina," Chuck leaned over her to confide to Curt who looked pretty wide-eyed. "One time down in Chicago she ate out this chick while I fucked her. Then, of course, I fucked the other one, too."
"Of course," Curt gulped visibly.
Marge was glad when the conversation drifted out of her hands. She didn't feel quite as free discussing sex, as she'd thought when she first opened her big mouth. All the while the two men talked, she could feel Curt's hand on her breast and Chuck's inching aimlessly up her thigh.
Involuntarily, she squirmed her buttocks, jolting Chuck's hand closer to her pussy mound. She guessed they were making a spectacle of themselves. Across the room, Tony Barstow made a quick, lewd gesture with his tongue ... he couldn't keep his eyes off them, but personally she couldn't care less.
"I'd sure like to get in on some of those things you've been talking about," Curt said and both Marge and Chuck laughed.
"Well, you've got Marge. Wonder what she might do for you?" Chuck winked, then added to himself...,"1 ain't got nothin'... no one ... and when I wake up I'll be all alone ..."
"Yes, but for most of these activities ... you need more than one person," Curt looked excited and embarrassed ... and disappointed all at the same time.
"True," Chuck's eyes searched the room, presumably for another woman.
Marge couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief to see that the few other women had gone. She looked intoxicatedly downward - her nylon-sheathed legs were parted, her skirt hiked up to reveal the tops of her nylons and the triangle of her black bikini panties. She looked dreamily down at a few blonde wisps of her pubic hair escaping exotically from the black elastic legband, and a bolt of super-charged sexual excitement tingled electrically through her pussy.
"Oooooooh," she shuddered involuntarily.
"What's that?" Chuck said and wet his lips as he looked at her. Then, forgetting her, he turned back to Curt. "How'd you like to see her sucking me off?" he suggested.
"Well," Chuck's fingers dug harder into her breast. "I never saw anything like that... in person."
Marge blurted out: "He's just trying to get even for the time he licked my little pussy." Suddenly, Marge realized that she was talking out loud but no one seemed to notice.
"You mean, she sucks you off while I fuck her?" Curt breathed hoarsely.
"What?" Marge abruptly came to. "You guys are crazy if you think I'd do something like that." They were diseussing her like it was a business arrangement... well, it was a business arrangement, she realized ... but it didn't include Chuck Sterner!
"Yeah, that sounds good," Chuck flushed over. "I always wanted to get around to ... Marge sucking my cock!"
"Hey," Marge choked as, from the other side, Curt Webster's face lowered toward hers, and his tongue eased passionately into her mouth. At the same time, his hand began massaging her breast more openly and in a reflexive gesture, Marge found herself sucking on his tongue ... like it was a small penis.
"That'd be a real turn-on... I'd really appreciate that, Chuck," he pulled away, unconsciously pinching Marge's erect little nipple with one hand, looking up.
"I don't know what you guys think you're talking about," Marge murmured ...
In one of those breaks in time, common to alcoholic intoxication, Marge found herself climbing up the stair to the second floor bedrooms.
Curt walked possessively beside her, while
Chuck loped along behind.
"Now, which one of these rooms suits you, dear?" the businessman said almost soberly as they came to an opened door at the top of the baronially wide staircase. Marge looked at Chuck and saw he was pouting. She'd probably insulted him earlier by not being enthused about his idea, but she didn't care. There was a malicious glint in Sterner's eye that put her on edge but she refused to be visibly moved by it.
"This looks fine to me," she swept past them into the large half-darkened bedroom.
"Man, what a place!" Chuck stood at the door while Curt went into the adjoining bathroom. He watched Marge at the wide gauze-curtained window beside a palatially huge bed. She never looked prettier, he thought... it made his blood boil to think she'd never gone to bed with him ... tonight he figured he'd change all that. It'd be more fun with Webster watching, and knowing that the older MCU alumnus was paying for it.
Marge drew the curtains so that the moonlight shone into the unilluminated bedroom, and sat down on the bed in front of Sterner.
"Well, Chuck ... I've come a long way, haven't I?"
"I'll say," he stubbed out his. cigarette in an ashtray on an end table.
"I suppose you think it's all your doing, that you're responsible .. "
"What? For you becoming a whore?"
"I didn't say that," she said.
"Well, you meant it."
"All right, you are responsible, in some ways ..." her voice trailed off.
"The trouble with you is you don't know what you want."
"It isn't you," she said pointedly.
Suddenly, Curt came sprinting out of the bathroom, rubbing his palms excitedly together. "I looked out the window and guess who I saw?"
"Who?" both Marge and Chuck said at once.
"Reg Erickson and his wife Susan ... class of '39. Man that sweet woman looks as good as she did thirty-four years ago!"
"You mind if we keep them out of this?" Marge laughed.
"It suits me if it pleases you," said Curt, still in an ebullient mood.
She stood up as Chuck came over to the bed. "What about him? she pointed at Sterner and looked at the older businessman. "Does ... he get any?"
"Of course!" Webster chuckled. "Tonight everybody gets something. You'll make it with both of us!" he added generously.
She turned to Chuck, and said with a sarcastic smile: "All right, Chuck ... you can kiss me if you want to!"
"Wow! Get a load of her," Chuck made a face.
"C'mon, Chuck. You know I want you!" "How do you want it, honey?" he took Marge in his arms.
"Well," she tried to struggle loose but he held her fast, "You'll just have to wait and find out!"
Voices from outside echoed into the trees and through the closed window; it was almost four in the morning, people were going home, but here it sounded to Marge as though the party was just getting going. Then she felt another body pressing against her side ..,., It was Curt. He was standing beside her now, touching her neck, running his hands down her arms and tweaking and kneading her youthfully full breasts beneath her blouse and lacy black brassiere.
"Now, let me have a go at her," Sterner said, "You go on behind," he dismissed the businessman with a shrug.
Webster released his grasp, and Sterner pulled Marge into his arms again. She jerked back, momentarily afraid, but then painfully aware of an insatiable desire for pleasure. The feeling, blazing like a thousand flickering candles in her tight young belly, was accentuated by Curt's hands that grasped her firmly molded buttocks from behind. He kneaded them in rhythm to Chuck's movements; now Sterner was slipping his hands inside her blouse and squeezing her lushly swollen breasts.
"You like it when I squeeze your tits, Marge, baby?"
"Ooooooooooh," she quivered and trembled, the helpless victim of the irresistible sensations soaring through her.
From either the effects of drink or from a combination of her own burning lust and the booze, she was delirious with excitement. She could almost see her feverish desire blazing crazily from inside!
"All right, let's get naked, then we'll fuck," she heard Curt's voice.
"Fine with me," Chuck said. Now he was running his fingertips across the front of her sheer black brassiere. Her nipples seared with delight as he squeezed her roundly ripened breasts, holding them like two succulent fruits in both hands.
"Yessss, Chuck ... squeeze my tits like that!"
she exclaimed, suddenly shocked at her own voice - the voice of a whore, she thought with an obscene little thrill.
Behind her, she could feel Curt tugging down her skirt. The side-zipper gave, then she felt the delicious rush of cotton fabric down her curving young thighs as the cool night air raced over her belly and teased softly at her pussy-lips through her sheer black panties.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she groaned.
"Marge, you take off the panties," Curt groaned from behind.
She squirmed into Sterner, and then ran her hands down her own body to the waistline of her black bikini panties. With a slow, teasing smile, she hooked her thumbs in the thin elastic waistband. She rolled the flimsy material inch by inch down over her shapely thighs and long tapering legs to the floor.
She looked down and saw that Chuck was getting hard; his burgeoning cock was already straining tightly against his slacks and pressing against her soft little pussy mound. The lewd tension seemed to increase ... with each throb of her tightly pressed belly Marge was reminded just how wicked she was!
"Ooooooooh," she intoned, feeling the excited jerk of their pants-enclosed cocks from in front and behind. She reached down and squeezed Sterner's eagerly swelling penis then felt behind herself and jerked on Curt's lust-swollen hardness through his slacks.
"Baby, you've learned a helluva lot since that first night!" Chuck groaned back at her.
Marge turned around so both men were standing on either side of her. She could hardly believe her own audacity as her hands seemed to move by themselves to unzip the two men's flies. "I guess ... yessss I have!" she sighed as their two rods of desire-hardened flesh lurched nakedly out and her hands curled automatically around each one, embracing a stiff pulsating cock in either palm.
"Now ... into the sack," Sterner guided Marge to the huge king-sized bed behind them. She fell to the mattress, striking into the luxuriantly soft bed, then pushed up on her side. Curt lay down behind her; at the same time his hands reached around in front to cup her ripely swelling young breasts. His hands dipped into the cream-white cleavage and began massaging slowly over the enticing mounds while Chuck pulled her legs wide apart and splayed one hand over her nakedly moistening pussy. Marge rolled over on her back. She reached up for their two penises and worked the two ever-hardening cocks gently between her clasping fingers for several minutes. Their loose foreskins slid up and over the blunt bulbous heads until droplets of obscene male lubricant oozed out of the tiny slits in the centers. She could hardly .believe it -a heavily throbbing penis in each hand!
Leaving her for barely a minute, Chuck and Curt pulled off their shirts and slacks. She stared langorously up at their muscled profiles standing in front of the drawn window curtains and drew in her breath as they jumped down to the mattress on either side of her again. "Goddddd!" she moaned as their hands reached out for her, pulling her greedily next to their naked bodies.
Marge whimpered in lewd delight. "Yessss, touch meeee, touch me," her alcohol-dimmed moan echoed back at them as four lust-inspired hands coursed excitedly over her hungering young body.
The voluptuous teenager now lay with her arms loose at her sides, trembling from the devilishly forbidden sensations running through her unprotected young body. As he leaned over her, Curt's thick, blood-engorged cock rubbed warmly against the outside of her thigh, trailing soft wet drops of lubricant in his excitement. It increased her delicious feeling of utter wantonness to a peak she'd never experienced before!
"Mmmmmmm," Curt's mouth clamped hard on her lips, his tongue filling her open mouth; Marge began swaying with the hard pressure of the older man and Sterner, both rocking insistently against her naked body. Both of these men had made her into the whore that she was, and now she'd repay them: she gave each of their hotly throbbing cocks an extra tight little squeeze as their eyes raced over her excitedly trembling young curves. She could feel their bodies straining closer and closer to her nakedness with each passing second. Her hands moved rapidly now over their two jerking cock-shafts sliding in and out "of her tight-clasping fingers.
Marge felt a rising tide of passion beginning deep in her spasmodically vibrating belly. Yes ..., she thought... there was absolutely nothing she wouldn't do now ... The very defenselessness of her position and the impending ravishment of her turned-on young body brought tiny bursts of fire dancing through her booze-inflamed nerves. Just thinking about what they were about to do to her made hot tingles of excitement pulse through her little pussy while rivulets of warm cuntal moisture came gushing rapidly down between her legs.
Curt began working at her cunt; slowly he insinuated his fingers between her blood-swollen pussy lips to widen and moisten her eagerly waiting passage for the greater entry to come.
"Uuuuuuuuggggghhh!" Marge moaned, trembling at the lewd spasms his plunging fingers sent coursing through her vaginal walls.
Chuck, on the other side, dropped his head to one tiny erect nipple and began nibbling at it with hungry urgency. Suddenly, he grunted, and pushed Webster aside, surprising them both with his abruptness.
The younger man placed his hands on the softly flaring curves of her hips and began slithering down her prostrate body. "I'm gonna lick it - just like the last time," he said with a sneer.
"Now, Chuck," Curt interrupted. "You've already had your chance at that blonde little pussy. It's my turn now."
"Hell, I was here first!"
"I can play rough, too," Curt said angrily. "It's my money tonight...,"
"But I don't need to pay this college whore a cent!" Sterner protested. "If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't even be here tonight!"
A wanton thrill went through Marge's body ... they were arguing about which one would lick her feverishly aroused vagina! "You pay for it, just like everyone else does, Chuck," she said tauntingly.
Reluctantly, Sterner drew his head away from her naked pussy mound. "Go ahead," he said, as the businessman took his place. Marge, sensing what her older lover needed, quickly obliged by parting her legs as far as she could and rotating her hips invitingly.
It took only a moment for Curt to work his hotly aroused body down and position his mouth over the coed's blonde-fringed pussylips. With a quick movement of his thumbs, he pulled the soft, hair-lined lips back to expose her tiny erected clitoris at the top.
"Oh, wow, Curt, honey, you're going to suck and kiss my pussy, aren't you?" she murmured.
Marge grasped her hand once again around Sterner's cock. She continued to skin the stiffly erect member while Webster wormed his tongue slowly up into the warm moistness of her cuntal split. Both of them were enjoying the steady licking movement of his tongue pressing wetly down from her clitoris into the pulsating smoothness of her thumb-spread cuntal opening; finally, his tongue crushed completely through the tight elastic-like ring and plunged deep up into her moist vagina.
"Lick it ..., suck her little pussy," Sterner couldn't help exclaiming from beside them.
She could feel Curt's hot tongue slithering up inside her tight pussy walls and filling her cunt with a sense of total lewdness. Never before had the young student experienced such a depraved feeling. In spite of all her recent sexual encounters, this was different! she thought. She was with two men both of whom would actually pay for it! She reveled in the perversely wanton feeling as the older man drew back to nibble teasingly at her clitoris, and then more forcefully plunge his tongue again up into the steaming passage of her vagina.
She lay on her back, her eyes staring unseeingly out at the street lamp pouring faint light through the window. Her hand stroked harder and harder at Chuck's fleshy cock, while Webster's tongue licked maddeningly over her throbbing pussy. A mounting feeling of almost animal-like sensuousness thrilled through her naked young body. It was ecstatic! Heavenly! If only it could go on forever!
"Roll her over. I want to go at her round sweet ass," Chuck's voice came hoarsely from beside them where he continued staring down at his companion's mouth working obscenely up and down her flowering cunt.
There was a moment of silence before Curt, satisfied with the exciting way things were going, lifted his head. He grunted back in a dazed voice: "Just a minute ... then you can fuck her."
"No, I want to do it up the back."
"What? Chuck, you crazy?"
"Get on with it ... I told you Tina takes it up the ass," Sterner said. "I got to do it...,1 just have to!"
"Jesus, you're crazy," the older man drawled, reluctant to remove his mouth from Marge's yearningly hot cunt. "Uh, okay. I'll fuck her up the pussy ... you can screw her from behind."
Marge took little note of what the men were saying. She moaned unintelligibly - falling into a state of dazed disappointment as she felt Curt's deliciously sucking mouth pull away from her hotly tingling pussy mound. She gave an involuntary little shudder - she'd been so close, almost ready to cum!
Then, the meaning of what they'd said struck through her hazy consciousness with full force. It couldn't be true! She'd looked forward to pleasing both men with every trick she'd learned this fall, but this wasn't right! It was inhuman to have Chuck's long, thick cock ramming into her rectum at the same time as Curt's penis was thrusting up into her vagina!
She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together in frightened reaction to the unbelievable thought: they were going to fuck into her from both sides of her naked young body at once! Through her daze, the trembling student felt their hands turn her over and pull her up on her hands and knees. Then, Chuck's strong fingers sank into the softly curving flesh of her buttocks and drew apart her milk-white ass-cheeks. Marge tried to keep them clenched together, but she wasn't able to as he applied the full force of his brute-like strength. Her legs fell open and she shivered as another rush of cool air coursed over her nakedly exposed nether crevice.
Marge could hear the younger man suck in his breath. The tiny puckered ring of her anus was exposed to full view! She flexed tightly at the inner sinews of her rectum in a desperate effort to protect the vulnerable spot and prevent the cruel penetration she knew was coming. Her whole body stiffened in fear as Sterner's outstretched middle finger probed gently at her rubbery anal ring. Then he plunged roughly forward, sinking his finger into her rectum as far as the first knuckle.
"Aaaaagggg!" she groaned as a sharp searing pain shot through her. "No, please, Chuck, no! Stop!"
But the vengeful bartender didn't stop there - without giving her a moment to adjust to the strange unnatural presence in her anal passage, he shoved his finger steadily deeper as far as the second knuckle. The obscenely skewered blonde closed her eyes to ward off the pain. His fingernail caught briefly in the soft flesh lining her tightly resisting rectum, sending a momentary harsher biting pain coursing through her. She groaned and slithered on her elbows on the mattress, making another useless effort to escape.
"Oh no! Please don't! Chuck, you're hurting meeee!" she choked hoarsely, wishing Webster would help her. "Curt... please?"
But there was no response from the older man. She could feel his cock rubbing lasciviously against her naked thigh as he watched the bartender preparing her virginal anus for a violent fuck. Tears of shame and humiliation streamed down her cheeks as she fully realized that Chuck hadn't been talking idly.
The two men planned to fuck her together! They'd gotten her drunk, and now they were going to screw her mercilessly, both at the same time! Chuck and Curt were so intensely involved in that effort that her protests of pain and unwillingness meant nothing to them.
Finally beaten, the sobbing blonde let her buttocks go limp to be used as Sterner wished, steeling herself mentally to endure the pain.
"Man, what an ass!" Sterner coughed from behind, digging his fingers cruelly into her virginal rectum, widening and expanding it without mercy. He shoved a second finger in alongside the first and then both were embedded up in the tight narrow passage between her buttocks, causing her to jerk forward spontaneously.
Suddenly, the younger man pulled his fingers out of her nether-tunnel and Marge sighed with momentary relief, allowing Chuck to force her legs wide with his knees. She flushed deeply as she imagined the leering expressions on their cruel faces while they peered at her naked little anus that Chuck would violate in the next few minutes. She jerked down onto her stomach at the strange feeling when he leaned forward to drop spittle from his lips onto her little rectal hole to moisten and lubricate his entry.
"Up! Get up on your knees," Chuck Sterner commanded, totally confident of his obscene power over her.
The trembling young girl complied without hesitation. Moaning, she jerked her hips back up to a' salacious kneeling position, the full white mounds of her buttocks swaying obscenely behind her. Her ass-cheeks were thrust high in the air, waving in apparent open invitation while her tightly clenched anus puckered in alternating fear and helplessness.
As Chuck knelt behind her, he placed his hands on her fearfully shaking ass-cheeks and once again drew them firmly apart. The full, blood-hardened length of his cock , slid searchingly up and down her warm nether crevice, teasing her obscenely as it grew and expanded to even greater size from the lewd contact. The bartender levered himself up on his arms and pressed slightly forward with his hips for a moment, He was directing his rock-hard penis straight at the tightly clenched orifice of her rectum!
"Ahhhhh!" Marge gasped from the first hard pressure between her wide-held buttocks.
It was so huge! She could never take his massive penis in her rectum without it ripping her belly in half! But before the fearfully trembling young girl could jerk away, Chuck's hands dug into her shoulders, pressing them down hard and flat against the responding mattress. She could feel his muscularly rippling thighs pressing closer as the lewd probe of his heatedly searching cock at her clenched anus increased.
Searing pain shot through her tight little belly as her vainly resisting rectum gave way before the-unyielding pressure of his cock. "Ugggggh! Lorrrrd!" she groaned as the throbbing blood-filled head popped up inside.
It was too big ..., it was just too much!
The cruel unnatural intrusion brought great waves of pain vibrating through every fiber of Marge's helplessly kneeling body; she groaned in anguish as he thrust mercilessly onward, filling her virginal rectum with his expanding hardness. The young blonde seemed to be in an eternity of excruciating agony and her eyes widened as his pressurizing penis increased the torture till she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily against her lewdly impaled buttocks. The giant rod of flesh was buried to the hilt in her aching rectum!
Curt Webster was muttering incoherently from beside the nakedly engaged couple; "For Christ sakes, Chuck, turn her over... turn Marge over," he could contain himself no longer.
Marge groaned as Chuck's stone-hard cock nudged far up inside her painfully stretched anal passage, skewering her like a sacrificial lamb on a spit. Then his hands moved under her heaving belly and he pulled her up and over him as he rolled onto his back on the wide mattress. The helpless young blonde came to rest with her legs splayed out limply on the outside of his thighs, lying full length on her back, pressed tight against his stomach and massive chest.
At once, the older man fell eagerly onto her helpless young body, positioning himself between her wide-stretched legs and shoving them even farther apart. In the next second, he had his achingly impatient penis in his hand. "I'll fuck her now... I'11 put it up in her pussy," Curt said. Skinning back his rubbery foreskin, he guided his obscenely bulbous cock-head .directly into the clasping opening of her moist warm cunt.
"Nooooo," Marge groaned. "You're hurting meeeee!"
But her protests ended in a surprised gurgle as the excited businessman rammed forward with one mighty thrust that buried his blood-swollen hardness deep up inside her belly. His penis had joined Sterner's rampant cock sunk to the hilt in her anus. Lying there, thoroughly impaled by the two lust-driven men, the half-drunk teenager could feel their two rock-hard shafts throbbing sympathetically side by side, with only the thin membrane between her vagina and rectum separating them.
And then they began fucking into her, thrusting up with long hard lunges that threatened to tear her loins apart. Falling into a mutual rhythm, they buffeted her helpless body between them as though she were a rag doll. She tried to tear herself from between them, but her muffled moans and whimpers merely incited them to smack their bodies against her with greater and greater force.
"Oh, please, please, God ... pleeeeaaassseee!" Marge moaned. She could feel tiny ridges of her tender vaginal flesh pulling out with the base of Curt's thickly virile cock as it withdrew for another vicious lunge up inside. The same was true of Chuck's pulsating cock-shaft thrusting fiercely in and out of her sodomized rectum. "God ... God help me!" her voice seemed to echo back at her from the glowing street lamp hanging like a smashed coin outside the window.
And then the impossible happened!
Marge had sunk into a dazed state ... then her mind focused on their bodies colliding into her from either side ..., her voice diminishing to a low mewling whine.
She discovered it didn't hurt when she didn't try to fight the pain, which was slowly decreasing. And then, as she grew aware there would be no pain ... she actually began to enjoy it. It was a strange masochistic joy brought on by the helplessness of her position and the thought of being used abusively by two virile men at once.
Gyrating her hips slightly and finding that the motion didn't hurt, the obscenely skewered adolescent began undulating her ass-cheeks, slowly at first, then with greater force as she gained confidence. A lewd thrill coursed through her entire body! She lurched uncontrollably backward to meet the rigid upthrust of Sterner's long thick cock plunging into her wide-split anus; then she rotated her hips upward again to receive the length of Curt's lust-heated penis ramming into her hotly begging vagina. Her buttocks began to move in slow seductive circles between the two men's sandwiching loins.
"That's it honey ..., move your ass like that!" Chuck groaned from behind her.
"Oooooh ... what's happening?" she asked unbelievingly as her naked young body began to twist and writhe in voluptuous abandon.
"Damn, if it isn't Marge Olson," a new voice full of irony grunted, but none of the three seemed to hear it.
Tony Barstow, standing in the threshold to the bedroom, gaped down incredulously at the lewd trio - he'd wondered why Marge couldn't go out with him on Homecoming, but this explained it. Shit! She was fucking both those guys at once! He recalled her mentioning she was a friend of the redheaded waitress at the 'Liner -. and it had seemed strange. Tina was a prostitute ... any girl associated with her must have the same tendencies, he'd thought. But Marge Olson! That studiously innocent blonde in English class!
He hung at the door, a strange mounting desire shooting like quicksilver through his loins at the sight of the naked teenager sandwiched between the two men; there was nothing he wanted to do more than ram his aching penis up between the lovely young blonde's moist sensuous lips! A sadistic thrill coursed through his lower extremities; great swirls of heat pulsed through his cock's turgid hardness until he could contain himself no longer. "For Christ's sakes... Marge!" His normally deep voice squeaked with amazement as he approached them.
Marge heard him and then sensed a movement above her. Peering over Curt's perspiration-slick shoulder, she saw the football player's husky form coming at them. A shameless flush of embarrassment went through her; of all the people she didn't want to have know about her depraved behavior, it was the star tackle on the MCU football team! She'd been thinking of him as a possible boyfriend! Now, everything was done for her! Her reputation at school would be in ruins within days ..., she knew Tony'd let the word get around to his friends ... then it would spread like wildfire. But with a masochistic thrill she decided she just didn't care!
Tony's body tensed as he tore off his clothing and tried to get at her; it wasn't hard to see that he wanted to be a part of her humiliating subjugation too!
"Over here, Tony. You can put it in my mouth," Marge crooned at the enormous athlete. She wriggled the upper part of her body slightly out from between the two hard-fucking men, putting her cheek on a pillow. Sterner and Webster, doubly excited by having a new participant in the helpless blonde's ravishment, immediately accommodated young Barstow.
Tony slipped down to the mattress and lay aslant her so that his penis hovered menacingly beside her face. He reached toward her immediately ... clamping his hands harshly onto the sides of her head, he twisted his fingers into her long disheveled hair. She sensed Tony's excitement, and it made her squirm her hips that much harder between the other two men.
"I ... uggghhh!" Her words were cut off by the heels of Tony's hands digging into her cheeks. He pulled her face downward till her lips brushed over the blunt bulbous head of his cock standing out in full blood-hardened erection between his legs. It felt smooth and hot and was slippery from his excited pre-ejaculate.
"Yessss ..., let me suck your cock ... you'll Tike doing it while Curt and Chuck fuck me, won't you, Tony?" she mewled wantonly.
His hands pressed against her cheeks, pulling her lips apart, and the long thick cock sank inward.
"Mmmmmmmm," she mumbled. Oh God, he was going to cum in her mouth, spewing all his boiling sperm into her with hard shooting bursts that she would have to swallow to keep from choking.
More aroused than ever now, she began urgently working her lips in a tightly gripping circle just over his lust-swollen cock-head that plunged impetuously toward her throat. Cock! Prick! His penis tasted deliciously tangy and pungent, and she could tell from its throbbing pulsations that he was about to pump out his warm thick cum into her fervidly sucking mouth at any moment.
The two men below her, excited by the star football player's unanticipated participation, began to increase the force of their own mighty thrusts up into her tightly clasping pussy and rectum. They lunged into her with deep desperate strokes, their eyes focused on the third erect penis straining her pink sensuous lips to their limit.
To their lust-glazed eyes, the thickly pummeling cock seemed to disappear into a strange lengthened fusion with Marge's face. Tony Barstow sank his penis into the back of her wetly drawing mouth until his coarse dark pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose. His balls danced beneath, slapping lewdly against the student-prostitute's chin in unison with his hard upward thrusts.
Then suddenly as they watched, the husky athlete jerked his cock from Marge's sucking lips and held his penis about two inches away as, with an agonized yelp, he began lewdly spewing his hot thick cum into her greedily gulping mouth in an obscene geyser spray.
"Shit," Barstow gasped as the jetting spurts streamed from his ejaculating cock-head like milk from a cow, filling her wide open mouth to the brim.
The young blonde swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a single drop of the hot male fluid. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down to keep up with his jerking penis crazily jettisoning his young clear white sperm into her face. Tony's cock continued to squirt out its last remaining spurts of semen and her mouth overflowed. Thin trails of his pearl-colored liquid ran out from the corners of her lips and over the rapidly working muscles of her throat that continued swallowing and gulping down the seemingly unending reservoir.
"Aaaaaaaggg! Aaaaggghhh! Fuck ..., SCREW ME! YOU BASTARDS!" Marge coughed and groaned at the mental picture of the handsome young football player obscenely shooting his sperm into her mouth while the others fucked her rectum and pussy.
She was cumming now, too, and wildly writhed out her release on the two expanding cocks cramming into her from in front and behind. "Yeeeeoowww!" She was going out of her mind! The thought of the athlete spewing his impatient white cum juice all over her helpless face while Curt and Chuck plunged into her deliriously excited cunt and rectum was just too much!
She just had to cum now! She couldn't hold back any longer!
Chuck and the older businessman felt her two passages flowering open around their aching members and gushes of wet feminine liquid -flooding out and onto their furiously pistoning cocks.
"... Fuck her hard," Curt hissed from in front.
"I... AM!" Chuck grunted responsively.
They thrust faster, digging deep, deep up inside her, feeling the ecstatically aroused student jerk between them several times. The muscles of her frantically heaving pelvis worked and sucked at the two cocks embedded up inside as though trying to milk them dry.
Marge's breath came in short desperate gasps as she felt them plunge deep inside her again; the searing jets of their lust-crazed penises splashed up heatedly into her gratefully cumming belly. Their orgasmic juices jetted deep down inside her in a hot wet pool of abandoned passion that Marge had never know could exist.
The muscles of her drained and exhausted body gave way abruptly, and her limbs fell out obscenely to the sides on the sernen-and-sweat-soaked mattress. The satiated teenager lay still, her naked back flat on Chuck's chest, Curt's wiry body splayed over her own.
Her heart pounded as though it would burst. For several moments, she panted deeply to get her breath, sinking-into a half-conscious daze of joy and contentment she had never known before.
Chapter Six
In early December, Marge found a studio apartment on Hilton near the university and moved out of Tina's place. She hated being so close to the Airliner, but she couldn't afford to be fussy - and she had a pretty view of the quad almost directly across the street.
She was still friends with the auburn-haired girl. During the next few weeks, they frequently met for coffee before work. Chuck's drinking had gotten out of hand and, more and more, he was flying into bursts of unexpected anger. Then, just before Christmas, both Tina and Marge left their jobs at the 'Liner ...
Christmas, and the Minnesota university town was deserted. A blizzard in mid-December had dropped a foot of snow in the area - the old quad buildings were surrounded by white-mantled oaks, and out in the residential parts there was a snowman in every front yard. But the white fluff had soon turned to pepper-and-salt slush, and now even that was melted away. Marge'd hoped for a white Christmas, but the weather reports were predicting rain for central Minnesota ... School shut down for the holidays, the streets were empty, the bookshops and Student Union were locked tight; three days before Christmas, even the corner Rexall closed. Marge's holiday social festivities turned out to be slipping into an empty movie theater by herself, and meeting Tina for lunch in the Smorgasbord Room at the Clinton Hotel. Tonight, Christmas Eve, she was staying home. To get in the mood, she'd bought some antique Christmas ornaments and hung them in the window and in the entryway between her tiny livingroom-bedroom and kitchen.
It was five in the afternoon, and Tina had said she'd call at four, but so far she hadn't. Marge's plans were up in the air, and it looked like she was going to be frustratingly free this evening. Now she poured herself some eggnog from the supply she'd made in case Tina should come over. The pretty blonde had always dreaded the dreary holidays with her mother, but she was coming to know another side of Christmas which was equally depressing ... Today she hadn't talked to one other human being, and she had no reason to expect a ring from anyone ... but Tina.
She polished off the cup of eggnog and crossed to the phone table by the couch and dialed Tina's number.
"Yes ... who is it?" the redhead's huskily sexy voice answered.
"Me. I was wondering ... do you want to come over?" Marge lit a cigarette and set her ashtray on the armrest of the couch.
"I was thinking about it and then something came up. Larry called. He wants to go out."
"What about his family?" Marge said.
"That's what I said, but to him it doesn't make any difference."
Marge exhaled smoke into the receiver. "I'm so damn lonely," she said.
"Actually, I think Christmas is a drag for a lot of people," Tina commented.
"Well... give me a call if Larry decides not to go out," Marge said expectantly. "Maybe we could still do something."
"I'm sorry, honey, but I'm afraid there's not much chance of that," said Tina regretfully as Marge hung up the line.
Now that she'd dropped work at the 'Liner, a void had opened up in Marge's life. She'd rarely had a chance to examine what she was doing what with waitressing and her fling at being a prostitute ..., but after giving that all up, she realized she wasn't connected with college life any more either. She really couldn't figure it out; superficially, everything was better. She'd earned enough money to get her own apartment, and it looked like her grades would be excellent as ever. She had a good part-time salesgirl job lined up at a boutique ... starting as soon as school began again.
She should be jumping up and down, excited about how everything had worked out, but she wasn't. In the old days she would have been, but somehow she had changed. She just didn't get that excited any more.' In some ways, she felt like one of those patients who, having survived an unusual operation, had some vital part missing, though no one could tell it but herself.
Pouring another tumbler-full of brandy, she gave an automatic sigh at her prospects for the evening. She still wondered as she turned on the portable TV, whether she hadn't made a wrong choice ... somewhere along the line...
