Franklin Beach was a typical summer resort, and the bold modern lines of Bob Garson's dwelling seemed out of place among the low, older cabins with their tacked-on rooms and sagging screened porches. There were a few other modern houses in a cluster at one end of the bay, as well as one really imposing two-story mansion which was set back from the beach on a slight slope-the Blake Place-yet to Bob, one of the only permanent year-round residents, the others were the intruders. Oh, of course Chuck Morrow lived there in the winter too,-in his shack back in the woods somewhere, hibernating until the "summer people" appeared to employ him with their odd jobs. But Chuck was a non-person, just a fixture.
Shortly after four, a Mustang pulled into the rutted driveway of the next cabin and Bob turned his head lazily to stare. He had no idea who his neighbors this summer would be, he expected a family. But the girl in the car was alone. He whistled sharply to himself with approval as her long leggy body unfolded from the driver's seat. Large goggle-type sunglasses shaded most of her face....but it was not her face he was interested in, not after the first glimpse of the shapely body. Bare milk-white shoulders and arms...shit, those tits, were they for real?!
Bob Garson licked hungrily at his suddenly dry lips and picked up the sweating beer can beside him. As he tilted his head back to drink deeply, his eyes never left the girl. They lingered caressingly on her incredibly rounded full breasts before moving slowly down to her nipped-in waist, generously flaring hips and long slim legs. Now turn around, honey, he said to himself, so I can see if the rear view is as good as the front. Obligingly, she did turn, pushing her suede shoulder bag back over a lusciously curved hip so that it rested neatly on the swell of her firmly rounded left buttock. In spite of her height, she wore platform shoes. Just come from some office, Bob thought, why else would she be all dressed up like that. The pale blue cotton dress she wore clung faithfully to every ravishing line of the girl's slim figure and was a perfect foil to set off the light blonde hair that fell halfway down her back. She pivoted gracefully all the way around, surveying the shoreline of the ocean, and caught sight of Bob as he sat there boldly ogling her.
Coolly, they scrutinized each other for a moment and the girl nodded ever so slightly, then she turned quickly back to her car and pulled out a suitcase and an armload of dresses. As she stepped up on her porch he sat up straight in his chair to catch the unwittingly provocative undulations of her swaying buttocks.
Who the hell is she, Bob muttered, stretching his legs to relieve the rapidly-building tension in his loins. Whose is she? Can she be staying here alone? Bob, old boy, maybe you have just fallen into a pot of honey like no-o-o-o pot of honey you've ever seen. The girl had meanwhile unlocked the front door and entered the cabin. She returned in a moment to open the car trunk and bring out a bag of groceries and a portable television. This seemed to be all.
Absently, Bob pulled the top from another can of beer and began to drink. Maybe she would come out again in her bathing suit, or at least a pair of shorts. This girl was bikini-built from start to finish, he couldn't even think about her without his cock jumping around like crazy-shit, how he'd like to be over there with her right now, sinking into that perfect piece of ass! This might be a very interesting summer season, after all.
Tammy Clark was indeed changing her clothes at that moment, but to a pair of Levi's and an old T-shirt. And she had no intention of coming outside to enjoy the early summer heat, nor the water. There was far too much to be done in her newly acquired cabin. As she hung up her dress in the tiny bedroom closet, her pert nose wrinkled in distaste at the musty closed-in odor. She hastily opened all the windows, but knew it might be days before the smell disappeared altogether. Oh, dear, she was already beginning to miss her comfortable air-conditioned apartment....but it was sub-let now, and that was that. She would have much preferred spending her summer at a hotel resort or a nice motel with a pool, rather than a run down beach resort, but she mustn't lose sight of the reasons for her presence here. The cabin was a challenge, she would make it livable, even cozy....no, that was not the word! She would make it INTIMATE.
Tammy tied her shining blonde hair into a loose ponytail and grimly began to attack the rusty kitchen sink with some cleanser. As she worked, she wondered briefly about that man next door...she envied his beautiful house, but he looked like such a slob, sitting there practically naked in the midst of all those beer cans. And those binoculars....she'd bet he wasn't any bird watcher.
Although it was something she wouldn't have admitted to herself, Tammy Clark was actually a bit disturbed by the sight of naked male flesh. Perhaps this was because she had no brothers and could barely remember her father. Anyway, she was not an outdoor girl and would rather see men who were fully dressed.
Tammy peeked curiously out of a side window. Yes, he was still there. Now his big hairy legs were propped up on the porch rail, he was a dark, moody looking man...arrogant, too...she'd practically felt his eyes boring into her back while she unloaded the car. Well, maybe the people on the other side would be congenial, not that it really mattered, because she wasn't here to make friends with the summer population of Franklin Beach and would see little of them except on weekends. The only ones she was interested in lived across the bay anyway.
She moved to a front window and stared across the water, squinting in the brilliant glare of the setting sun. The Blake place was almost directly opposite hers, why, there was Mr. Blake's car now. He must have left the office not long after she did. The light blue Porsche stopped in front of the white mansion and Tammy almost expected to see a butler come out, but Mr. Blake simply got out of his car like anyone else and walked into the house. Strange, seeing your boss in a situation other than across a desk.
During holidays, the employees were always invited to a reception at the Blake's penthouse. It was a superbly catered but cold affair where Mr. and Mrs. Blake circulated dutifully among their guests and chatted briefly with each one. It was at this reception that Tammy had met their son, Jim, who was home from college. Jim Blake was about her own age. He was a graduate student, and within five minutes after their introduction, Tammy knew that she had found exactly what she was looking for. And MEANT TO HAVE.
A sudden knock at the kitchen door jolted her abruptly from her thoughts. She hadn't heard anyone approach the cabin and was a bit unnerved, but composed herself, and went into the kitchen.
A huge, shambling bear-like figure stood there, almost filling the doorway. Oh shit, is he some tramp or what, she thought in a panic. But the man stood quietly on the other side of the screen, smiling broadly at her in a scarecrow fashion due to the fact that about half his teeth were missing. Despite the heat, he was dressed in a heavy plaid shirt, stained wool pants and high boots. Shaggy curls of long reddish hair covered his neck and ringed a broad, vacant-looking face. His little black eyes squinted at her from rolls of leathery brown flesh. He was quite the ugliest man she'd ever seen, and Tammy could not help the crawling feeling of revulsion that ran over her body. Nevertheless, she managed to say "Yes?" quite calmly to the grinning apparition.
The shaggy head bobbed politely. "Evening, Ma'am. You the new tenant?"
"Yes, I am," she admitted guardedly.
"Thought you was. Seen the car." He shifted his weight from one fat leg to the other and spat expertly into the grass.
Tammy winced.
"I'm Chuck. Chuck Morrow," the man went on to explain. "I work for just about all the folks here. I can bring you firewood, do any jobs you got-plumbing, electric, anything. Cut the grass for ya, too!"
"Oh-h-h," Tammy said. "S-so you're Mr. Morrow." She remembered that the rental agent had spoken of a handyman. Thank goodness, the man was all right, he'd really given her a fright for a minute.
Chuck misunderstood her smile of relief for approval.
"Just Chuck," he said. "I wouldn't hardly know who they was talkin' about if anybody was to call me Mister." He chuckled at the joke and moved closer to the door, face practically against the wire. His beady bright little eyes seemed to be focused on her breasts. "Where's your family?" he asked suddenly.
"I'm Miss Clark. I haven't any family-that is, they don't live here." As she attempted to explain, Tammy instantly regretted giving him this information.
"You taken this place by yourself!" Chuck frowned as he attempted to comprehend what this might mean. Sometimes a group of girls rented a cabin. He hated that. They were sure to make fun of him, tease him cruelly...giggling to each other behind his Ipack. But this was something different....this beautiful girl with the golden blonde hair and white, white skin....she was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen and he was as horny as hell right now. He crossed his huge ham-like hands in front of his stomach in an effort to hide the growing bulge under his pants.
"Guess I'll kinda have to look after you, then," he said finally, his heart pumping madly as fantastic thoughts stampeded through his brain. He must see her without her clothes....naked....and soon. He would come back later tonight....he could move like an Indian, big as he was, no one spotted Chuck if Chuck didn't want to be seen.
"That's very nice of you, and I thank you," she said firmly, "but I'm accustomed to living alone and I'm sure I'll manage quite well. I have a neighbor," she gestured in the direction of the modern house.
"Yeah," Chuck nodded, his grin spreading even wider and now suddenly obscene, "but you want to watch out for him, Miss. He's got lotsa friends, they come out here....lotsa girls. I seen the things they do! Dirty things. Them girls takes all their clothes off!"
Tammy gasped, horrified. How could she turn off the shocking flow of words from this obviously dim-witted handyman? And was it true? She had a strange feeling that it probably was....maybe she ought to be grateful to Chuck for his warning about her neighbor....if only Chuck himself weren't such a disgusting character. His mouth was now hanging slackly open and his breath came in short excited bursts as he continued his tale.
"Oh, yes, Ma'am, I seen it all. Girls with great big tits like this," he demonstrated with his hands, "a-and Mr. Garson squeezin' them tits and kissin' 'em, before he. . . . "
"Please" the girl exclaimed, "II don't want to hear any more. That's enough!" She began to close the inner door in Chuck's face.
"Wait a minute," he said desperately. He was just coming to the best part! He realized that he had somehow offended the beautiful girl, and decided it was wisest to get back to the business at hand. "What about me workin' for you?"
"No-there's nothing I need now. Perhaps next week. Come back in a week or so." She shut the door firmly in his face and leaned against it, trembling.
Of course it was foolish to let this crazy Chuck what's his name upset her this much with this filthy talk....probably didn't even realize what he was saying....but she was shaking all over. Girls with big tits....kissing them! UGH!
Tammy's finely chiseled features flamed red as she attempted to picture what Chuck had described so earthily. She didn't stop to wonder how it happened that he had been a witness to the scene. Mr. Garson must be the man she had seen on the porch. A lecherous slob! Well, here less than an hour and she was already learning that Franklin Beach might not be quite the peaceful, family-type spot she had expected.
The better families, of course, lived on the other side, near the Blake place. This run down cabin had been the only available rental when she'd inquired and even at that, it was far beyond her means, since it was normally rented to families who were willing to pay a high sum for one or two weeks of vacation. Tammy had leased it for two months and had sunk all of her savings into the rent. Her plans simply had to work out. She knew that Jim Blake was very interested in her. They had been together constantly during his brief spring vacation and on several weekends when he'd driven down from the university. She also knew that Jim was spoiled rotten, and accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. Well, so far he hadn't gotten what he wanted from her! He had used all of his considerable charm to persuade her to go to bed with him. He had pleaded, he had sulked and threatened....but Tammy had not given in yet, nor would she.
Still, it was by no means a sure thing. Plenty of other girls had been subjected to Jim Blake's "treatment" and then dropped abruptly when he tired of them. It would require every bit of Tammy's brains, her extraordinary beauty, and perhaps some luck, to assure that she would be the girl he did not tire of.
In spite of the modern permissive attitude toward sex, Tammy felt that the value a girl set on herself was the value a man would also put on her. Her reasoning was only partly due to the strict moral upbringing she had received, being raised by her mother and grandmother after her father deserted the little family. Her desire to marry well and thus share in the good things of life was partly cold and realistic calculation. She had worked her way through college, but her college education had done her little good. Her first jobs were disappointing.. . the men she met were invariably married if they had good positions and were the mature type that Rammy preferred. If young and unmarried, they were clerks, earning not much more than Tammy herself.
Then she made the move away from home, to a small city about a hundred miles away...the larger cities were such a rat-race. Last fall she'd gotten the position of Assistant Editor to a magazine owned by Andrew Blake, a very important step up. At last she began to meet the right kind of men, although again they were practically all married. . . and then Jim came along, and all her hopes suddenly crystallized. . . .
By this time Tammy had recovered the equilibrium which had deserted her when she was confronted with the crude handyman. She was, just as she had told him, quite capable of looking out for herself, and certainly she was used to fending off over-zealous admirers! There was nothing to worry about.. . it was just that the beach had suddenly seemed to her like some remote wilderness in which she was alone and at the mercy of lusty males such as her next door neighbor. Perhaps it was the absolute stillness of this place that was making her so jumpy.
Tammy worked doggedly until eight o'clock, stopping only to fix a sandwich for her dinner. When she finished, the cabin was cleaner than it had been in years. After some re-arranging of the run down furniture she was finally satisfied and dropped exhausted into a chair.
After a few minutes she plugged in the TV set and switched it on. The silence, broken only by bird and insect noises, really could get on your nerves when you were used to the city. She watched the little screen for a half hour or so, then stood up and stretched lazily and decided she might as well go to bed. Although she hated to step into the rusty, old-fashioned shower stall, not taking a shower would be much worse, so she left her work clothes in a heap on the floor and got under the spray.
The tiny water heater was not set as high as she liked, but she was not sure how to regulate it and so endured the lukewarm shower. Maybe this was something Chuck could do....how much were you supposed to pay him, she wondered? Before giving him any jobs she must find out what the usual rate was. No doubt the Blakes would know.
Mr. Blake had seemed surprised when she told him that morning that she would be spending the summer at Franklin Beach. He was unaware, of course, that she was the girl his son Jim had been seeing on his frequent trips home. . . she had insisted that Jim not mention her identity, but when he arrived from college next week, the secret would have to come out.
Mr. Blake had said he was afraid she would find Franklin Beach dull.
"The only reason people go there is out of habit," he said. "They've had their cabins for years and years, and it's cheap, and the kids expect it, so they just keep going back every season and the place gets a little more run-down and less happens every year."
"But that's what I want," Tammy smiled. "Just to relax and have a peaceful summer. I'm really a very casual sort of girl, Mr. Blake."
"Don't put me on. There isn't a casual bone in your shapely body...and you're going to be bored stiff out there. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Every once in a while he tossed little off-handed compliments at her that way, like saying she was shapely. He was a demanding boss, but there were rewards. Smiling to herself, she turned the faucets off and stepped out onto the shaggy bathmat, water dripping down the length of her firm, white-skinned body.
So he liked her figure, eh? She surveyed it critically in the wavy mirror, the pink nipples of her full firmly set breasts were taut in their chilled nakedness and the sensation of rubbing them briskly with a rough towel was strangely pleasant. The no-bra look was not for her. She sometimes wished that it were, although she knew she would feel uncomfortable and undressed without a bra, anyway. But her breasts were simply too heavy and needed support if she was to keep their high round lines intact. Otherwise, she had no real figure problem. Tammy pulled on her quilted robe without bothering to zip it and went into the small bedroom. She had already turned down the sheet and laid out a frilly, girlish nightgown. The doors were safely locked and bolted, no need to set the alarm for tomorrow was Saturday....yes, she was ready for bed. She let the robe fall and stood under the bare low-watt electric bulb, stark naked.
* * *
After he left Tammy Clark's cabin earlier that evening, Chuck Morrow had trudged all the way around the bay, stopping to see old employers who were opening up their cabins and greeting any new ones to offer his services. He had already been given enough jobs to keep him busy for the next week or two and had been received with actual warmth by some of the people who had known him a long time and were genuinely glad to see "Old Chuck." But his thoughts kept returning to the beautiful blonde he'd seen earlier in the day and he wished it would hurry up and get dark so he could go back to see her again. Just thinking about her being there, all by herself, made him feel warm all over and especially down between his legs where his huge cock would swell into an erection every time he visualized the scene of their meeting. Funny thing was, she'd had a lot of clothes on...legs all covered up, but he could see they weren't fat. Her tits had pushed out real nice under her T-shirt and he'd been able to look right down the low cut front, on account of being a little taller than she was, and he could see the deep shadowed hollow between her tits. He bet she would really be something when she was naked...it made his palms sweat, wanting to see her that way so bad.
Now Chuck had circled the bay and was moving silently through the light overgrowth of brush up behind the girl's house. She had been watching television, but that was disappointing because the chair cut off most of his view. Now, she had gone into the bathroom and that was no good, either, because the glass had a pattern in it you couldn't see through at all. But when he heard the water pipes gurgle, Chuck knew she would be in the shower for several minutes and so he was moving around to the bedroom side of the house. The faded dotted-swiss curtains were tightly drawn, but the window was open and Chuck was not discouraged. He passed his hand carefully over the screen until he found a tiny break in the mesh, and then he took a small twig and carefully enlarged the hole until it was big enough to admit the twig. He thrust the twig farther, until it touched the curtain and then very carefully drew the material back until he had created a small, un-noticeable gap where the two sides of the curtains met.
Patiently, he waited one bright unwinking eye centered on his peephole. In a few minutes she came into the room and Chuck sucked his breath in sharply, fumbling at his pants with his right hand. She stood by the foot of the bed and slipped her robe from her shoulders.
"Holy Shit! Look at that!" he whispered to himself. "Look at her!"
Her smooth cream-like skin was flushed to a rosy pink from the recent toweling Tammy had given herself. She stood there with the blonde curls tumbling down over her shoulders, wisps of the silky hair resting against the ivory mounds of her breasts, brushing the pale pink nipples that were now slightly sunken. The "vee" of curly blonde hair down between her legs was still damp and crisply curling from her shower and she stood with her legs a little apart, as if to cool off her steaming cunt. The long white columns of her legs, which had been concealed from Chuck before, were more perfect even than he had imagined them to be and the quick intake of his breath was almost a moan. A little rivulet of saliva dribbled unnoticed from the slack corner of his mouth as he continued to feast his eyes greedily on the naked woman. His balls hurt just from wanting her so bad! It would almost be worth it to break in there and just take her. Almost, but not quite. Maybe there was another way to do it, if he could just figure it out somehow.
It was only a matter of seconds that Tammy Clark stood there before reaching down to pick up her nightgown from the bed and slip it over her head. It was an eternity of joy and agonized sexual craving for the big, handyman as he spied on the unknowing, innocent young blonde girl.
As the fluffy garment descended over that voluptuously ripe body, he wanted to groan again, but kept still as she put one hand up and pulled the old-fashioned light chain. The bed creaked as she got into it and he stood there for several minutes, listening to the rustling sounds of her adjusting the bedcovers before he crept away and started through the woods to his cabin.
Poor Chuck was troubled by the thought of that beautiful creature living alone, sleeping alone. Why didn't she have a man, he wondered? A girl like that was built to be fucked...it wasn't right, she needed a man.
In the cabin, Tammy was not able to sleep, although she had put in a full day at the office and then worked for hours at cleaning her new place.
Damn, she supposed it was the change of beds. A change which had not been for the better-this mattress was lumpy and sagged badly in the middle...perhaps the living room couch...no, it was probably even more uncomfortable.
She tried another position. Three months in this place! Was it really worth it, and had she done the right thing? If only Jim would hurry up and get here. . . .
* * *
Saturday of the holiday weekend dawned clear and hot, and Bob Garson rose at about eight and made himself some coffee. When fully awake, he put on a pair of bathing trunks, took a small cassette recorder, and ambled lazily down to the dock he had built at the shoreline. This was the lift, he told himself contentedly for perhaps the thousandth time as he stretched out full length in the warm sun and put one of his favorite tapes into the recorder. There was nothing that he would change if he could...he had it made.
As a free lance writer, he punched no time clock and set his own hours. The last couple of years he'd had plenty of assignments, all the work he could handle, in fact. His grandfather had left him this property at Franklin Beach, and although the original house had burned to the ground several years ago, the lot was one of the most desirable along the beach front. Bob had realized immediately that by owning his own home he would escape the high apartment rentals in town.. . he found paying rent particularly annoying because his income came in irregularly-with him it was either feast or famine. So he'd built his own house and enlisted several friends to help him put up the shell. Then he had moved in and completed the interior gradually...a built-in bar, recessed lighting, some of his own amateur photographs and paintings used for decorative effects.
Now his crowd congregated here more and more, so that Bob rarely had to go into town for recreation. He was expecting several friends out this afternoon, but that was no problem. The chicks would do all the cooking and probably clean the place up for him, too. He chuckled to himself. It was amazing the way women liked to perform all these domestic tasks for him, indeed they practically begged him to let them cook or clean. They sure liked to get their hooks into you...but he had no intention of giving up the freedom he enjoyed to settle down with any one woman.
For one thing, he knew he would find it impossible to remain faithful to one-lots of variety in his sex life was something he'd always craved. Whenever Bob met a new girl he wanted to fuck her, and usually ended up doing just that. And speaking of variety, was that his new neighbor?
Bob rolled over and raised his head. Yes, hot damn, there she was in a bathing suit and the sight more than fulfilled his expectations. Tammy was walking slowly around her overgrown yard, inspecting it. She was wearing a floppy straw hat, a bright orange and pink flowered two-piece bikini and matching thong sandals. At the moment she was standing with her back toward Bob Garson, and the bottom of her bikini dipped so low that he could see the beginning of the deep inviting cleft between the two generously rounded cheeks of her buttocks, as well as a tantalizing dimple in the flesh on each side.
Tammy wanted to get out in the sun before it reached its mid-day height, because with her fair skin she had to be very careful about getting a burn. She saw that the man next door was already lying out on his dock, in fact it was the music from his tape recorder that had awakened her a short time before. On, darn, he had seen her, too, and now he was getting up and deliberately walking toward her!
"Hi," the big man said in a friendly, offhand manner. "Bob Garson is my name. Just wanted to tell you that you're welcome to use my dock, any time at all. The people who rent this cabin usually do."
"Well, thanks," she answered him graciously, "I appreciate that. And I'm Tammy Clark. However, I won't be swimming or sunbathing a great deal, not at first, anyway. I'm afraid I don't tan well."
"Mmmmmm, I can see that your skin looks very delicate," he commented, letting his bold, hot eyes roam all over her nearly naked body with licentious approval of what he saw, "How long are you going to be staying here?"
"Oh, all summer. Of course it's not exactly a vacation. I work, you see, at the Blake Publishing Company."
"Is that right?" he acted puzzled. "Funny that we've never met. I write for Blake off and on, so I'm in and out. . . but I'm sure I'd remember it if I'd seen you," he added suggestively. "Are you living alone here?"
"Yes," Tammy said a bit tartly. "Aren't you?"
"Well, sure.. .I just thought.. . . "
"That it was fine for a man to live here alone, but not a woman," she finished the sentence for him.
"Hey, hold on. I assure you that I couldn't be happier about having such a gorgeous neighbor. Why don't you sit on the dock with me, and we can get better acquainted?"
"Well, just for ten minutes," she looked at her watch, "Because that's really all the sun I can take on the first day."
"We could always go inside," he said smoothly as they walked to the dock and seated themselves on the edge. "I'm an amateur photographer, and I've got several examples of my work in the house that I'd like you to see sometime."
How gross, she thought. . . . "come up and see my photographs" . ; . well, at least he didn't say etchings, give him credit for some originality! Does he actually imagine that I'm eager for his companionship? I've certainly got no intention of going into that house alone with him. Why do these big husky athletic types always think their charm is irresistible to a girl? Yet, Tammy did grudgingly have to admit to herself that there was something, well, almost overpowering about Bob Garson. She couldn't remember being this close to a man who had such a sort of animal magnetic quality.
Little rivulets of perspiration were tracing their way from his wide shoulders down into the thick black hair on his stocky chest. His white bathing trunks contrasted sharply with the bronzed expanse of well-muscled flesh, and his huge, bulging thighs looked powerful enough to crush her between them.. . . suddenly, to her surprise, she found she was actually imagining herself caught between those thighs. . . held prisoner by this disturbing man....why, good grief, what was the matter with her? Obviously she had let that ugly gossip of Chuck Morrow's upset her more than she'd realized. It was not that she was a prude, Tammy told herself, but she did despise any sort of coarseness. Others were free to do as they liked, but for her, sex must be a private matter between the man and the woman, and when she had her first sexual encounter that was the way it would be....beautiful, gentle, dignified. She was proud to be still a virgin at twenty four, knowing that it somehow set her apart from the hordes of girls who had let themselves be taken easily, instead of keeping this most precious asset intact for their future husbands.
Suddenly she realized that Bob Garson was looking at her, waiting for an answer to his suggestion.
"Maybe another time," she said evasively. "I have a lot to do this weekend."
"Are you expecting company, too?"
"No-well, I-a friend will be here next week. . . . "
"Come over this afternoon then, Tammy. There'll be a crowd-they'll probably stay for the whole weekend, and I think you'd like this bunch. I know they'd like you, so just remember I saw you first, will you?"
"I can't promise that I'll be able to join you," Tammy frostily brushed aside the insinuating remark.
At least she would have an opportunity to observe what went on next door and judge whether the handyman's lurid account had any basis in fact. She was pretty sure it did. . . Bob Gilmore's over-confident manner with her suggested that he fancied himself to be a big lover, and no doubt he did usually succeed in his conquests. If he were not quite so earthy she might even be attracted to him herself....if she had not bet Jim Blake first. Nothing was going to sidetrack her from Jim...certainly not this oversexed brute!
And so a few minutes later she excused herself, thanking him again for his offer of the dock. When she stood up to leave he reached out and caught her by the ankle, his big hand circled it easily. He grinned wickedly as he held her fast and stared up at her. Shit, he could look right up the long white columns of her legs to where the thin cotton of her bikini pants was pulled in tightly between her thighs. He could even see one or two golden hairs that escaped from the narrow elastic crotch band that pressed into the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
Predictably, his cock sprang to life as he feasted his eyes on her scantily-concealed pussy. As he felt it swell to rigidity under his confining jock-strap, Bob didn't care whether Tammy Clark noticed that he was horny or not. She must know by now the effect she had on a man when she appeared in two strips of cloth that hid so little of her body.
What legs she had...this was one cunt he had to get into, and soon...her coolness did not deter him in the slightest. In fact, he welcomed the challenge of a woman who played hard-to-get. That made the game more fun...and much more of a thrill when a guy finally got his cock into her belly and threw a good fuck into her.
Annoyed, Tammy shook her ankle free from his clutch. She didn't like such familiarity from a man she'd barely met. Why, he'd practically had his face up against her thigh!
"When you see my friends arrive, come on over," he teased, "since you're obviously afraid to be alone with me."
"I said that I had a lot of things to do, Mr. Garson," she hissed icily, "I am not the least bit afraid of you. Why should I be?"
"Mmmmmm. Ask yourself that question again some time, and see if you can't come up with an answer," he replied lazily with an insolent grin.
Tammy's face was red as she left the dock abruptly and walked rapidly back to her cabin. It was really too bad that she was stuck with such an offensive boor next door...but no doubt after a few rebuffs he would get the message. Yet when the cars began to arrive shortly after noon, Tammy was irresistibly drawn to the window to peek at the guests. They seemed to be her own age or a little older, pretty girls casually dressed and young good-looking men. There was one especially voluptuous brunette in a skin-tight, striped T-shirt and the briefest of shorts that barely covered her ample buttocks.
Bob Garson was helping to unload cases of beer from the car and Tammy saw the brunette run over to him and put her arms around him. He kissed her back, warmly, and one of his hands strayed downward to cup the tightly encased flesh beneath the girl's short shorts and squeeze it appreciatively. Tammy frowned. She couldn't imagine letting herself be fondled in this disgusting way in front of others. The girl was a cheap trollop-they all were, by the looks of them-and it was obviously going to be a very noisy and obnoxious party. And just yesterday she had been worrying about the quietness of Franklin Beach.
Later that evening, after she had fixed herself a light dinner, Tammy curled up on the couch to watch TV and browse through some paperbacks she had brought.
From the house next door came a steady crescendo of rock music and loud voices, punctuated by occasional screams of laughter. The group had spent the afternoon out on the dock, but now they seemed to be eating, although Tammy was sure most of the refreshment was of the liquid variety. She put down the magazine and mused over one of the great advantages of having a wealthy husband. With money you could buy privacy...a house set back on a big lot where no neighbors could intrude too closely. You could afford to vacation at sumptuous hotels, away from brassy, lower-class types who seemed to be swarming everywhere these days. With a sigh, she rose and switched off the lights so that the only illumination in the room was the TV screen.
Restlessly she sat watching for a while, but then she tired of that, too, and turned off the set. She slipped silently out to her porch and sat down in one of the ancient chairs.
The party had by now moved outside again, and had quieted down somewhat. The only music now came from a guitar which was being played skillfully by one of the men while the others sat around him on the dock or cavorted in the water. Darkness had fallen rapidly over the lake and here and there fires dotted the shoreline as the residents cooked steaks or hot dogs over glowing coals.
For the first time, Tammy Clark felt the charm of the place, as the full moon rose behind her cottage and cast a shimmering path of light across the water. As the moonlight gave a brighter hue to the shoreline, and she continued to watch the antics of the party guests, she suddenly became aware that there was something different about the figures that were diving from the low board, or sprawled around the guitar player. Good grief, they had discarded their bathing suits-THEY WERE ALL NAKED!
But how childish, she thought, how absolutely infantile! Grown men and women-skinny dipping-still trying for silly high school thrills. Yet her throat had suddenly gone rather dry and she sat rigid with shock and excitement as she continued to spy on the dimly revealed activities that were going on only a few yards away from where she sat concealed on her porch. Shit, she could see everything, actually make out the dark triangles of hair on the brunette girls and the dangling cocks of the men jiggling around obscenely as they moved. They acted for the most part unaware of each other's nakedness, although there was some slapping of backsides and touching as they jostled each other while coming up the ladder out of the water, or waiting turns at the diving board. Why, had she taken Bob Garson up on his invitation, she would have been there when they all undressed! This crowd was far too liberated for her. They were really quite disgusting.. . all drunk by now, she supposed, shifting her position uncomfortably. Yet the fact was that she had considered joining the party several times as the long boring day wore on, they seemed to be having so much fun.
Gradually she saw that the group was breaking up into couples and threesomes, most of which drifted back into the cottage, until finally there were only two figures still splashing in the water. Still Tammy stayed where she was, watching, until a ghostly white body finally emerged from the water and clambered up onto the dock. A high girlish voice floated clearly to Tammy's ears.
"Oh, shit, it's getting cold! My teeth are chattering, honey. Let's go inside now." The figure picked up a large towel and wrapped it around herself. In a moment a sleek, dark head emerged from the water and a man followed up the ladder.
"Chicken!" he accused the girl playfully. "Can't take it any more, huh? All right, let's go in, but you know damn well all the beds will be full by now."
Tammy caught her breath at this lewd remark and leaned forward slightly, straining to overhear the rest of the conversation.
"Oooh, that's what you want, is it?" the girl giggled. "Maybe I don't want to go to bed yet."
"That'll be the day, when you don't want to hop into the sack. I bet you haven't had a good fuck since last weekend."
"You're right, honey. Am I gonna get one tonight?"
"Why, you little cock tease! You're gonna get your tits fucked off you little whore, and you know it!"
CHAPTER TWO
There was a scuffling between the two figures on the dock, and Tammy seized the arms of her chair, digging her fingers into the wood as her mind reeled with the shock of overhearing this obscene conversation. She had never heard such lewd talk between a man and a woman before-such vulgarity-her whole body burned with embarrassment.
Suddenly, the man pulled the towel away from the naked, dripping body of the girl and she squealed angrily at him as she attempted to reclaim it.
"Damn you Bob, give it back! I'm freezing!! "
They wrestled together briefly and then the girl broke away and began to run for the cottage with the man close at her heels. He flicked the wet towel at her bare buttocks as they ran and she shrieked further obscenities at him, all the while laughing. Then, abruptly, the girl swerved and, dodging away from her pursuer, she plunged into Tammy's yard and began to run in circles, now breathless and convulsed with laughter as he caught up with her and lashed her repeatedly with the towel. Finally, she managed to catch one end of it and jerked him to a sudden standstill by pulling the towel taut between them. Lazily, the man stuck out his foot and tripped her neatly so that she went down on her back in the grass.
Tammy Gark hardly dared to breathe as she watched the struggling figures. The man was her neighbor Bob Garson, she had realized this fact when the girl had called him by name, and now she could see them both and recognized the girl as the cheap looking brunette who had been wearing the short shorts. They were only a few feet away from her startled gaze, but were completely oblivious to her presence. Of course, her house was dark...they assumed she was in bed...if they even cared! Carefully, Tammy stood up and moved forward silently to the end of the porch, where she stood looking down on the nakedly writhing bodies of the man and the woman. Good grief, he was down on the grass beside her-his hand was sliding back and forth up between her wildly thrashing legs-what was he going to do next?
Bob Garson was intent on his task of arousing the girl, Stefie. He had shoved his hand up into her damp curly pussy, and had begun to massage the delicate hair-fringed split up between her thighs. As his fingers worked busily among the folds of her pussy, the blood raced into the tip of his cock and it bulged forward obscenely between his legs. His sperm loaded balls were heavy and aching with tension...now he had Stefie wriggling frantically around his lewdly searching middle finger, and her cunt was wet and frothy with the sticky liquid that seeped from it as she enthusiastically churned her wide, curvaceous hips to increase the contact with his probing finger.
"Still cold?" he muttered thickly.
"Oooh, I'm getting warmer every second," she moaned. Her back arched and she tilted her head back, eyes half-closed in mounting ecstasy. Suddenly his finger slipped into the warm wet orifice of her vagina.
"Ooooooh," Stefie cried out again, kicking her legs out as she attempted to screw her torso down onto Bob's finger. He wormed the finger higher inside, twisting it around until the excited girl begged, "Oh, give it to me! Come on, fuck me now, honey....I want it right now!"
Tammy could not have moved a muscle. A tightening sensation caught her in the pit of the stomach and she blinked her eyes once or twice to be sure she was actually witnessing this depraved scene. She felt that she ought to scream, or somehow intervene and separate the two fingers. No, no...it was none of her business, even though they were doing it right there on their lawn. Perhaps, then, she should attempt to leave without letting them see or hear her, but the salacious sight and the obscene words seemed to have frozen her there as if hypnotized.
Her eyes had so well adjusted to the dark that she could see what was happening quite well, especially because the moonlight was so bright now. Bob Garson had rocked back on his haunches and withdrawn his finger from its lewd fumbling up between Stefie's legs. The girl was whimpering and thrashing about in her desire as he prepared to enter her. Now he had his swollen, rock-hard cock in his hand, stroking the foreskin back until the turgid bulbous head popped out. Pausing only to shove the girl's tightly tensed thighs wide apart, he lowered himself over her prostrate body. As the two bodies came together, Tammy could see the long, thick penis extending out from Bob's loins like a giant cudgel. Good grief, how could he put a thing like that inside a woman without tearing her apart? She had never tried to imagine what it would be like to watch a couple making love, such a revolting idea was completely outside the sphere of Tammy's comprehension.
Yet now that it was actually happening, she found that it was affecting her in a way she had never dreamed. The revulsion she felt was not absolute, far from it. There was another, stronger, sensation-a peculiar quivering deep in her own crotch.
"Aaagh," the brunette groaned sharply as the thick rigid cock slid into her, sending chills all over Tammy's body and causing her heavy breasts to begin rising and falling rapidly. She felt her nipples stiffen and push against the constricting cloth of her bra as she gazed down on the licentious scene. Shit, he had driven all the way into the girl.. . so far in that nothing could be seen now of his long thick cock, only the clump of black hair at its base. Then, as his penis retreated smoothly from the suction-like clasping of her vagina, it gleamed wetly in the pale summer moonlight, moistened by the secretions that had gathered within the girl's hungrily twitching cunt. Stefie's sprawling legs suddenly jackknifed out around her ravisher's bare back, pulling him ruthlessly deeper into her gaping, straining cunt.
"It feels so good," the brunette panted hoarsely. "Ooooooh, it is...so...good! Come on, fill me...fuck me harder!"
Tammy thought she might faint as the girl's lewd cries drummed into her unbelieving ears. The tensions inside her were building steadily, but there was no release, no release from having to hear the sounds...not words now, but just animal-like grunts of pleasure, and the loud slapping of Bob's naked belly against the girl's as he plunged into her with increasing ardor moaning and groaning out his lust and desires. He had his hands under her buttocks now, pulling the round white ass-cheeks together and separating them in a lust-induced frenzy as his cock sank deeper and deeper into the warm wet abyss of her wildly palpitating vagina. Her cunt walls sucked hungrily at his cock, tormenting the sensitive swollen head still more on each stroke into the pit of her trembling womb.
Now, although it was cool in the night air, Tammy was perspiring all over. The feeling in her stomach had tightened into a coil that now gripped her whole pelvis. Moisture was seeping slowly from her own involuntarily aroused pussy and she clamped her thighs tightly together, increasing the pressure on the soft "vee" between her legs. The blood seemed to have drained from her head and was swirling down there between her legs. Her breath was coming in such great gasps it seemed the couple writhing so lewdly on the lawn must hear the rasping sound of it. The unwelcome prurient throbbing up between her thighs caused her to clamp them still more tightly together and the increasing wetness of her panties was so disturbing that she unconsciously reached down and began to stroke her pubic mound in a sensuous motion as her eyes remained fixed on the copulating figures on the grass. She saw her new neighbor's long fleshy cock, wet and glistening, slide out of the girl and then lunge forward again and held there inside the beautiful dark-haired girl for a few seconds. The rhythmic motions went on and on, accompanied by a faint smacking noise as his balls slapped briskly against the girl's anus just below the hair-fringed mouth of her cunt. The girl mouthed frightful obscenities at him as she rolled her hips madly from side to side in the throes of her passion, and each time she heard the vulgar words the exciting little tingle would shoot uncontrollably through Tammy's own hopelessly aroused pussy.
She was completely absorbed in the spectacle as Bob's hands slid beneath the girl's steadily pumping buttocks and with the tip of his middle finger, he began to probe tantalizingly at the tiny puckered ring of her tight little anus. Stefie squealed suddenly as the finger burst through the elastic ring and disappeared up into her rectum...her legs flailed wildly for an instant and then locked tightly again around the hotly pulsing cheeks of his ass as the rhythm of the lewd act resumed and she struggled to impale herself still further on the twin probing instruments. She had lost control of her body until she was nothing but a seething mass of passion-crazed female flesh.
Tammy's own body was caught in the grip of something new and different from any feeling she'd known before, even when she'd been kissed on dates and boys had made their inevitable fumbling attempts to neck with her. Her hand was still moving swiftly and automatically among the soft wet folds of her burning pussy, pressing the silky material of her panties against the tormented little sex spot between her now wide-spread legs. Her breasts were tense and aching with desire as the new and thrilling sensations continued to radiate from the tiny hump of her clitoris and race over her entire body.
"Give it to me! Harder! Fuck harder!" As her orgasm approached, the moaning girl on the grass went into a virtual frenzy. "That's it," she cried joyously. "Stick your finger in my ass-hole....ohhh.. . . deeper.. . . don't stop! Don't stop! I'm cummmmmming!"
She began to make a curious wailing sound that grew shriller as her soft, ample body started to jerk and convulse under her lover's lewdly pinioning shaft. The big wide set breasts were dancing loosely on her chest with the intensity of her climax. Tammy clutched wildly at a chair for support as she realized what was happening, that this was the moment of orgasm. It was really only a few seconds, but it seemed to go on forever and the rigid straining of the naked girl, toes curled, frightened Tammy even while it excited her almost beyond belief. Then, as Stefie finally went limp, eyes closed, and groaning softly with pleasure, Bob Garson's strong muscular loins were suddenly galvanized into action. With a grunt, he surged forward to penetrate an impossible depth into the girl's shamelessly unresisting belly. Again and again he lunged, the pressure building within him until at last he felt his sperm seem to explode from his lust-tightened balls and course upward through his cock to spray out into the wet cavernous depths of her pussy. As he drove into Stefie with these final thrusts, Tammy also sensed somehow that this was the climax for him, the ultimate in sensation for the male. At this second he was spurting his lewd male sperm into his limp partner, drenching her inside with his white-hot seed. Oh dear, Tammy thought, she couldn't stand much more of this...she had already seen far too much. Why didn't they go now, and leave her in peace? Their animal rutting was finished.
But the spent couple were still locked together, panting, in each other's arms, and so they remained for several seconds. Stefie's disheveled brunette hair was tangled around both pairs of shoulders binding him to her in this most obscene of positions.
At last Bob Garson raised himself on his hands and knees and looked down at Stefie with a satisfied smile.
"That hold you for a while?" he demanded arrogantly as he reached for the discarded towel and began to wipe himself with it. Tammy saw that his penis had returned to near normal size and was dangling between his legs at a slight angle.
"Mmmmm, honey, you know you're the best I've ever had," the brunette murmured in a tone that seemed calculated to arouse his desires again. "Damn this itchy grass!" She sat up and began to scratch at her legs.
"You wanted it right here," he reminded her gleefully. "Come on, its getting chilly out here." He reached down and pulled Stefie to her feet and they walked together toward the house where the lights were now dimmed as if the others had retired.
How many men has she had, Tammy asked herself as she stared after the departing couple who had so brutally wrecked the tranquility of the evening for her. Obviously, the girl was a promiscuous tramp, it was too bad, in a way. She was rather pretty. But what kind of man would want to marry such an easy mark? She stood immobile until the man and woman had entered their house and then went into hers and bolted the door, as if she could shut out the memory of what she had seen that way. She was deeply ashamed of the way she had touched herself when she became so excited watching them. What had made her do it? She wasn't that desperate for a man, for sex....yet undeniably, she had stroked herself. . . there....because it had felt so good, and she was under such stress that she simply couldn't help herself! If one could lose one's self-control just by watching the sex act....no, that was the wrong way to look at it. Every experience added to the sum total of your experience and this one was no different. Sometimes she had worried that she might be frigid, and how terrible it would be if she married and then found out it was true. Now she felt suddenly confident that she was not frigid, for her pussy still tingled with little flames of excitement when she recalled what she had seen there in the yard. She hoped these crazy, prurient thoughts wouldn't prevent her from sleeping.
* * *
Just as she had feared, Tammy slept badly, for the second night in her new surroundings. She would actually welcome going back to work on Monday, for already she was bored and lonely here. Today she would try to get out in the sun for a slightly longer period, and in the afternoon she might drive to town and take in a movie...pick up some new magazines. That was really all there was to do at Franklin Beach, read magazines, if one did not go in for boating, swimming, or partying.
There were no sounds from next door until past noon, when the occupants began to emerge and assemble on the dock. More cars arrived and a motorboat from across the bay deposited another load of noisy guests. Tammy kept to herself. . . she did not even want to sunbathe where she would be seen by these people.
In mid-afternoon, however, she was surprised by a knock on her door. She hurried to answer it, thinking that Jim might have decided to come down after all, but to her disgust it was the buxom brunette who had been with Bob Garson last night. The girl was now wearing a white jersey bikini.
"Miss Clark?" she said in an over-familiar way, "I'm Stefie Dudley, honey. Bob sent me over to see if you had a spare bottle opener. You see, we lost ours," she giggled. "Can't find it anyplace. I think someone must have thrown it in the garbage by mistake, because where else could it have got to?"
"Just a minute," Tammy answered stiffly, staring at the unwelcome visitor. The sight of this profligate tramp, whom she had last seen stark naked and rolling on her lawn in utter depravity now affected her strangely. "I'll see," she muttered, and added, "Uh, won't you come in?"
Stefie bounced into the living room and looked around with lively curiosity. "Cute place," she commented. "Oh, and Bob said for you to come over and join us." As she spoke she was carefully appraising Tammy as a potential rival.
Don't worry, Tammy thought dryly. I wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole! She went into the kitchen and returned in a moment.
"Here's an old one. I have another, so you can keep it," she proffered a rather rusty bottle opener.
"Well, thanks a lot. Will we see you in a little while, then?"
"I don't think so. I have to go into town."
"Well, its looks like the party will last all night, and all day tomorrow." Stefie giggled again in her inane way, and winked. "And listen, some of the guys are pretty good. If you don't have anything lined up, we're really having a ball!"
"Yes, I could see that," Tammy said deliberately sarcastic and it worked, for Stefie turned and left without further urging. Tammy watched her walk back, big soft buttocks jiggling obscenely under the wisps of white cloth that could barely contain them. Doubtless the girl was a nymphomaniac...the way she had demanded sex last night-fuck me now, honey-I want it right now, she'd begged.
The memory of the lewd words that had tumbled from the girl's pretty lips came flooding back into Tammy's consciousness and the forbidden shivers of excitement raced over her tingling body again. Was she going mad, or what? She simply must stop thinking about the filthy things she had seen Bob Garson do to Stefie...this was not the way sex should be at all. . . certainly not the way it would be when she married! She needed to get away from the bay and back to normal surroundings, if only for a few hours.
A few minutes later Tammy left her cabin, demurely dressed, and got into her car. As she drove away she carefully avoided looking in her neighbor's direction.
There was a further unpleasant experience in the movie house that she selected. A man sat down next to her and attempted to touch her leg. She ground her heel into his foot and heard him grunt with pain as she grabbed her purse and fled to another seat. She should have reported him to the manager, but what if they wanted her to make a formal complaint or something? It would be so embarrassing.
The funny part of it was, the man had not looked like a pervert. She had seen him enter the theater and he was a well-dressed man, but too old for her. For a crazy moment, she wondered what would have happened if she had let him keep his hand on her knee, let him move it up her thigh...she shivered uncontrollably. What was happening to her? Resolutely, she conquered her spiraling lascivious thoughts and concentrated on the movie screen. When she emerged from the theater an hour later she was calm again.
The town was quite deserted during the holiday weekend, but the large discount drugstore was open and there she purchased some cosmetic items and the magazines. Instead of returning to Franklin Beach immediately, she drove to-the other side of town and stopped at a drive-in restaurant for a sandwich. But then she had run out of places to go and had to return to the cabin.
The noise that night was simply indescribable.
Loud rock music, squealing car tires, shouts and screams....at 3 A.M. Tammy took a mild sleeping tablet and finally did manage to sleep for a few hours. On Monday morning, the holiday, the party next door entered their third day.
Tammy wondered if Bob Garson's friends would come every weekend. If so, she would be very thankful when Jim arrived. He would take her across the bay to the area where his parents and friends lived, and she would not have to endure any more of the barbarities that went on here!
She realized that she did not look her best when she entered her modern office on Monday morning, but how could she help it? Andrew Blake did not ask whether she had enjoyed the weekend and she was rather grateful for his lack of interest. Things were now going very smoothly, or at least they did until Thursday night, when Bob Garson suddenly appeared at the door of her cabin.
"Hi, Tammy!" he said breezily, opening the screen and letting himself in. "I brought this back." He held up her bottle opener. "But I told your, uh, friend, that you could keep it," she said, annoyed.
"I know," he said without being invited, and he seated himself next to her on the couch, and laid the opener on the coffee table. "But I found mine. Guess where it was?"
She shrugged helplessly.
"Under one of the beds-don't know how it could have got there." He grinned innocently, half-turning his body toward her so that they faced each other directly. He wore a T-shirt and jeans, more clothing than she'd ever seen him in, yet the effect of the outfit was to display his big, muscled body. She glanced away from his bold black eyes and her eyes fell on the jeans that age had softened and molded to fit his bodily contours. At the crotch, the bulge of his penis was unmistakable and of course she thought immediately of him on top of Stefie Dudley, sliding his huge rod of male flesh in and out of the willing girl's vagina. A sex machine, that's all he was...the kind of man who saw all females as nothing more than targets for his lust.
"You're still pretty pale," he commented, staring at the creamy skin of her thighs. "Guess you didn't get much of a start on a tan. But things will be quieter this weekend-you and I can have the dock to ourselves-I want to get much better acquainted with my neighbor, you know."
Tammy tugged her brief skirt down in an effort to conceal the white flesh that was obviously fascinating him.
"I don't know what my plans are for the weekend." She said coolly. "But I'm afraid your crowd is a bit fast for me."
"But I just said there wouldn't be a crowd, only the two of us," he shifted his position, draping one arm across the back of the couch just above her shoulders. "You're a beautiful girl, Tammy! Will you let me make some photos of you?"
"Wh-what kind of photos?" she reached nervously for a cigarette and got it lit with some difficulty.
"We'll see. I'm not just sure yet how I want to take you." His arm went around her and tilted her face up to the light. Suddenly, her heart was pounding wildly and a funny weak feeling spread through her loins, accompanied by lewd tingles of excitement up between her legs.
"Mmmmm, yes," Bob said lazily, as he held her chin lightly between his thumb and forefinger, "Very nice!" Then suddenly his warm, wet mouth was on hers and she felt his thick strong tongue pushing between the ridges of her teeth, darting deep into her mouth in a daring invasion that rocked the innocent girl with shock. Shaken, she pressed herself helplessly back against the couch in a vain effort to escape the lewd probing of his tongue into her mouth and throat. His left hand slid to her breast and began to massage the full, heavy mounds. She felt his fingers pinching her nipples into painful hardness and soon her entire breast seemed to swell and to vibrate with maddening sensations that Tammy had never before experienced. "Jim had touched her breasts before, but she had always put a quick stop to such maneuvers, and he had not dared to seize her in the way that Bob Garson was doing, squeezing and stroking her tender flesh as if she were some slut off the streets whom he could handle and play with at his will.
"Stop that!" she twisted away from his caressing lips, gasping with outrage. "Take your hands off me! Who do you think you are?" She shoved him violently away from her and shrank into the corner of the couch, her breasts heaving with the force of the unwanted emotions he had aroused in her.
"Get out of here," she cried furiously, "and don't you ever come back!"
Bob Garson wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"What's wrong with you? You wanted that, you know. I could read the signs...but as soon as I touch you, you freeze. What's your hang-up baby? What are you scared of?"
"I am not afraid of you," she declared, her quivering voice revealing quite the opposite, "and I certainly didn't want you to kiss me. Why, I hardly know you. . . . "
"What's that got to do with it? I was trying to get to know you better." He was still smiling confidently, not the least rebuffed by her rejection of his amorous advances.
"I'm not someone like your....your Stefie. I'm not interested in making love to any man who comes along, and I don't know how you got that impression. I am-well, practically-engaged!"
"Oh, is that it? Why isn't your fianc'e around to take care of you, then?"
"He'll be here very soon." Tammy already regretted her lie about the relationship between Jim Blake and herself. For all she knew, Bob Garson might have some connection with the Blakes, and there was no official or even semi-official engagement as yet. But then she hadn't mentioned Jim's name, so of course it would be all right. She'd had to say something that would deter him and she sensed that nothing short of an engagement or marriage would deter him. She had never encountered such an aggressive male.
Then, to her horror, Bob moved closer, pinning her into the corner!
"Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, will it? Here we are, you and I, alone together, nothing to do, and we could make nice music together, baby. You've got a body that really gets to me, you know. I'd like to take off everything you're wearing and kiss you all over, and that's only the beginning. . . . " as the obscene words flowed from his mouth his hands were on her again, stroking, caressing, her breasts, her stomach, moving to her hips.
"No, no . . . " she begged, "Please stop it. You can't! I told you, I'm not that kind of a girl!"
"But you are, baby, you are....I know you want it as bad as I do, so why not admit it? You don't have to play hard to get with me, or put on that stuck-up act. I'm gonna be the best neighbor you ever had. . . right here when you want me-and nobody has to know a thing except you and me."
He was leaning over her and his big hands suddenly went to her bare thighs and rested there a moment, gently squeezing the soft flesh before moving to the inner portion of the thigh and commencing a lewd, sensuous stroking motion. The horrified girl let him touch her there, actually submitted to his caressing fingertips. One hand suddenly moved to her tense, flat stomach and Bob seemed to slither closer until his face was again against hers and before the petrified girl knew what was happening, he was kissing her again-this time his lips completely engulfed her trembling moist mouth. His tongue slashed between her teeth and began to circle the tip of her tongue.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" She fought free once more and faced him like a desperate, cornered animal. "What do I have to do to convince you that I'm not interested'! I have long fingernails, and I'll use them, if you try one more pass at me."
"OK, OK-I get the picture," breathing heavily, he got up abruptly from the couch and stood over her. "It's too bad you turned out to be such an iceberg. I had great plans for us, baby." He shrugged. "Some other time, maybe?"
Choking with rage, she shook her blonde head.
"Don't ever come back. The very sight of you is repulsive to me."
"Oh, oh, oh, such harsh words. But you're still welcome at my place, Tammy, any time. I like your spirit. I could tame you, you know. And I still want to take your picture."
Tammy didn't bother to answer. She sat staring fixedly straight ahead until Bob Garson had left the room, banging the door behind him. She heard his cheerful, insolent whistle as he crossed the strip of ground between the two houses. This was really too much-practically assaulted in her own living room. She needed Jim Blake here to protect her!
Then it occurred to her that in her boyfriend's absence, she at least needed a drink and so she poured one from a bottle of whiskey she kept for Jim's visits. She added just a dash of lemon juice and water and drank the strong mixture. It did wonders for her shattered nerves.
Jim arrived the following evening, just as she was washing her dinner dishes. She heard the characteristic squeal of brakes on his car as he whipped into the driveway and stopped only inches from the bumper of her car. His wild driving was one thing that did not endear him to her, but she had decided she simply had to put up with it as it was part of the package. She was at the door to welcome him and gave him. a warm hug and kiss, thinking to herself, I hope that lecher next door sees this.
"I thought you'd never get here," she murmured into Jim's ear, "It's been so lonely!"
"What ever made you rent a place out here?" he asked curiously, as they entered the cabin, arms about each other's waist. "I was really surprised when I got your letter."
"Well, you know how dead it is in town during the summer, and I wanted some relaxation...a little sun and swimming...why does anybody come to a beach?"
"I've been coming here since I was six years old, and I don't know. Shit, I'm bushed!" He dropped into a chair. "Got anything to drink?"
"Of course," she purred. "Just sit right there and put your feet up while I fix us something. How about dinner?"
"No, thanks. I grabbed some on the way down. I haven't been to my folks' place yet, and they don't know I'm in yet from school."
"You came to me first!" Tammy's lovely deep blue eyes glowed with happiness. This proved that she did enjoy an important place in her boyfriend's thoughts.
"Uh-huh," he said nonchalantly, not thinking it necessary to add that as he was circling the bay he had seen her car parked beside the cabin and decided he was too parched to drive any further without a drink.
Tammy brought tall ice-filled glasses in a few moments and as she handed him his, Jim circled her slim waist with his arm and drew her down on the arm of his chair.
"It's good to see you again," he admitted huskily. She was a beauty! As she leaned over him, her breasts swung tantalizingly forward and he was seized by an impulse to tear her blouse open and pull those teasing twin mounds out so that he could fondle and nuzzle them. Sometimes her untouchability nearly drove him mad, for he'd never seen a body that so cried out to be handled by a man. He'd never seen a girl that he wanted to fuck so badly, and it infuriated him that so far he had not even come close to achieving that goal.
He knew that she liked him, she wasn't seeing anyone else. . . but she had some crazy, old-fashioned notions in her pretty head. . . notions that other women had discarded years ago. On his campus, you could screw girls right and left, they went down like ten-pins. Well, he had always found Franklin Beach a very good spot for seductions. A beach party, a moonlit ride on the boat, the summer heat.. . all things that could help break down a girl's resistance. He hadn't much time to seduce Tammy, but he certainly wasn't giving up. For one thing, he was now ninety-nine percent sure that she was a cherry. At first he hadn't believed her when she claimed to be a virgin, but now he thought it quite probably true. What a notch in his gun she would make when he did finally get in there and screw the hell out of her. As he sipped the drink he let his hand slide lower around her hips until he felt the softly yielding flesh of her buttocks under his palm. He began to rub her gently back and forth and to his surprise, she did not shy away but seemed willing to accept the presence there of his hand. So he continued the action, increasing the pressure and going still lower down, working toward the split between the two ripe cheeks that were flattened against the chair. Jim gulped hastily at his drink and set the glass down so that both hands were free to caress his statuesque golden-haired beauty.
He reached up and tilted her face up to his.
"Oh, how I've missed you! I just want to hold you and kiss you to convince myself that you're real and not something I dreamed up while I was away."
"You'll find me very solid," she answered, kissing him lightly on the lips. He was so safe and comforting to be with. She could let herself go a little with him, knowing that she could turn off her feelings if they became too intense, and more important, that she could control Jim's masculine ardor.
Right now, as a sort of homecoming present she was deliberately letting him touch her in a part of her body that had been off limits before. Soon she would have to call a halt, but there would be no problem of having to fight him off, or threaten to scratch him as she had done to Bob Garson.
If Tammy Clark had had any idea of the dynamite she was playing with when she incited a man to the sexual boiling point, she would have turned tail and run in the opposite direction. But her ideas of sex were at best vague...garnered from misinformation fed to her by her mother and grandmother and from "approved" books on sex education which failed to mention the tremendous forces ignited in the average male by sexual arousal.
Already, Jim Blake had forgotten his weariness from the two-hundred mile drive as he felt his cock begin to stir and swell in his pants while he played with Tammy's curvy little behind.
"Finish your drink, darling," he coaxed. "I want to kiss you and hold you. It's so good being with you again!"
Obediently, she swallowed the remaining liquor, and let him pull her down in his lap. Under their thin summer clothing the warm flesh of her buttocks and upper thighs molded itself to his flesh in a disturbing way and, as he pulled her backward against his stomach she was horrified to actually feel a hard bulge of throbbing rigidity pressing into her. She shrank from contact with the forbidden object, but he appeared not to notice her discomfort and tightened his grasp around her.
Their mouths met and she let hers relax and open to him. He liked to kiss this way, inserting his tongue between her lips and she accepted it-up to a certain point. Jim knew just how far he could go before she stopped him, it was like a game between them, a struggle for supremacy. But tonight he was quick to sense a subtle altering in her inviolable position...a weakening.. . uncertainty. Whatever, she seemed different and he was quite prepared to take every advantage of the change. With her mouth filled by Jim's darting, lizard like tongue, Tammy could not protest when she realized what his hands were doing. He was busily unbuttoning her blouse and had exposed her lace-encased breasts to his hungry gaze. The pink nipples gleamed dully under the sheer fabric of her brassiere and further incited his damned-up lust. Now his hands moved under the loosely hanging blouse and attempted to unhook her brassiere. Tammy managed to pull her mouth free and gasp. "No, Jim. I don't like that!"
But he paid no attention and the clasp suddenly parted and her breasts popped forward as they were released from the tightly containing material and swung free under his delighted avaricious gaze.
"You're beautiful!" he exclaimed in a choked voice. "Please darling, let me touch you," and without waiting for her answer he buried his face between the two creamy mounds and began kissing them, sending crazy tingles of emotion over her body.
"No, no!" she half moaned. "We can't do this. Have you gone crazy?"
This time it was not so easy to lead him away from her garden of forbidden delights as it had been in the past. She had to forcefully push his wet, clinging mouth away and pull the blouse together over the moist and quivering nipples that were exciting him to the point of daring almost anything.
"I've got to touch you," he declared fervently. "If I'm crazy, it's because you've driven me that way. Six months we've been going together and I can't even get close to you yet! I'm a man, Tammy, I don't want any more kid games. I want to make love to you. I want to get INSIDE of you!"
"Jim!" the thoroughly shocked girl exclaimed, "I-I realize it's hard for you, but I've told you all along that I'll never give myself to any man but my husband, when I marry. You think that's a funny, old-fashioned attitude, I know, but it's my decision. You've always understood exactly how I felt. I haven't led you on."
As she spoke she attempted to pull her brassiere and blouse together again and fasten them, while he worked just as diligently to bare her breasts and resume his nuzzling. He could never get enough of those tits, Jim thought, there was nothing like them in his experience...and that included a lot of girls. He was prepared to do anything to get in the pants of this prissy little bitch-any thing short of marrying her, anyway.
He just didn't want to get married at this point in his life. If he had, he supposed Tammy wouldn't make a bad wife, although he sensed that his parents would prefer someone with more money and background. Jim Blake was a very good catch and he knew it. He had been pursued by girls since high school days and had already indulged in several intimate affairs. When he met Tammy Clark he had looked forward to another such affair-only to run up against the stone wall of her complete refusal to let him fuck her.
At first it had irritated him...then angered him...several times he had come very close to breaking off with her. But he always came back, drawn by the irresistible magnet of a challenge that was worthy of any man...to be the first to get into the fantastic little cunt of hers.
A plan was forming in his mind...he had a trump card to play this evening, but if that failed he might go so far as to hint at an engagement. . . in a way that would not bind him. He was damn sure he wasn't going to marry any girl without first testing her out in the sack!
Breathing heavily, he withdrew his hands and let her re-button her blouse. Then he resumed his ardent embrace.
"I'm sorry," he lied. "I just couldn't help it. It's been three weeks since we've seen each other, and
I've thought of practically nothing but you...couldn't even do my exams."
"Oh, Jim," she was instantly concerned. "Do you think you passed your courses?"
He shrugged. "I don't know, and I don't really care. I'm only marking time up there, anyway. My Dad has a place waiting for me in the business."
"Perhaps I'll work for you, too," she suggested with a smile.
"Oh, no, I want you to be much more than that," he declared. "I'd rather have you waiting for me in the evening, so that when I come home after a long tiring day at the office you'll be there to fix me a drink, and do all the other little things for me."
"Just like this?" she whispered jubilant. . . this was the first time Jim had spoken of a future in which they were together. COME HOME his exact words.. . HOME TO HER!
He squeezed her and kissed her face all over, nose, cheeks, chin, and then moved to her white neck and open "vee" of her blouse.
"Not quite like this," he murmured. "I'd want you wearing some kind of robe, or negligee...with nothing under it."
"Ooooh, Jim, you're very wicked." Tammy felt her skin prickle with little goose bumps at his lewd suggestion.
"I haven't even gotten started," he chuckled. "After we've had some drinks, and I'm beginning to unwind from my day at the office, then we go into the bedroom, and I take off your robe . . . " as his voice went smoothly on, he took Tammy's warm little hand and carefully guided it to his stomach. With a shock she suddenly felt the thickly throbbing hardness of his penis under her palm. Deliberately he pressed her fingers around the blood-swollen shaft and held them there, "and my cock will be all ready for you, just like it is now, darling! How does it feel? Do you want it inside of you?"
"Ugh!" she was gripped by sudden revulsion at the thought of the obscene thing she was touching, and snatched her hand away as if it were burnt. "Jim, y-yes I do want sex," she had difficulty pronouncing the word. "Of course I do, but I feel that's wrong for you to talk this way now. It-it arouses me, and I'm sure it arouses you, too, and what's the point of doing that when you know that nothing can come of it now?"
"Why can't we do it now? I want you more than anything in the world, Tammy. I love you darling, I'm sure that I really do love you!?
"And I think I love you, too," she whispered into his ear, twining her fingers through his thick, longish hair, "and now that well have this summer together we have time to find out exactly what our feelings are. It's going to be such a wonderful vacation, here with you!"
She felt, or rather sensed, his slight withdrawal when she made this remark. Although he still held her close and his lips were at her throat, he seemed to tense his body slightly.
"What made you decide to come out here to
Franklin Beach by yourself?" he murmured, pressing his lips into the little hollow at the base of her lovely neck.
"Why...you said you always spent the summers here at your family home, and I thought I'd find it more relaxing than going away for just two weeks, spending a lot of money on a cruise, or California, as I've done in the past."
"You could have checked with me, about my plans," he pointed out.
"Yes, but I thought you'd be surprised, and pleased."
"Darling, it was a nice idea. But the fact is, if you had checked first, I'd have told you that I won't be here this summer."
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"I've signed up for a tour of Europe. Through the college we get a cheap flight. . . some other guy and I are leaving next Tuesday."
"Oh, Jim!" She gave a hurt, anguished cry. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well of course I would have, if I'd had any idea you were coming out here."
"H-how long will you be in Europe?"
"Ten weeks. We get back around the middle of August."
Hot tears of disappointment stung Tammy's eyes. Her plans were in ruins...she was chained in this miserable spot for three months...without Jim!
CHAPTER THREE
She could have died of frustration...it simply wasn't fair! Just as everything seemed within her grasp, and Jim had finally said the magic words that he loved her, everything came crashing down around her head. Biting her lip to keep back tears, she managed to say, "I-I guess we both wanted to surprise each other."
"You're not angry, then?" he raised his eyes to hers.
"What use would it be to get angry? Actually," she went on bravely, "I'm looking forward to quite a swinging summer here. There's a bachelor living right next door and he seems to give a lot of parties, so. . . . "
"I've seen his crowd," Jim admitted coldly. "If I were you, I'd be careful."
"Well, I expect you'll be enjoying yourself in Europe, and I certainly don't intend to be a recluse. After all, we have no claims on each other, do we, Jim?" She stared at him almost defiantly, and Jim knew by her expression that his gamble, too had failed. He had thought she would be crushed by the news of his departure...perhaps would cry, so that he could comfort her, promise to come back, and gradually lead into a more intimate situation.
Damn, but she was a cool little bitch! Instead of getting into her pants tonight as he'd hoped, he'd have to sweat it out for another ten weeks.
"No," he agreed. "We have no claims. Maybe that's one reason I wanted to go away, Tammy. I think I need some time by myself to think about things-like you and me-quite frankly, I'd planned to remain a bachelor for quite a while, until I met you. Now I don't know. You're a very desirable girl, and a guy can hardly help falling in love with you. But I still need time to think!"
"I understand," she said, loosening his arms from around her shoulders and getting unsteadily to her feet. "Perhaps since you haven't seen your parents yet, you should go on to their place now. Will I see you again before you leave for Europe?"
"Of course! Tomorrow night?"
"All right," she said diffidently, as if she couldn't have cared less whether she saw him or not.
But when he was gone, Tammy Gark rushed into her bedroom and flung herself down on the lumpy mattress, to sob and sob until she was exhausted. She beat her small fists ineffectually against the pillows and wailed out her disappointment and disillusion.
Luckily the next day was Saturday and so Tammy did not have to face her co-workers at the office with a swollen, puffy face. And thank goodness she had never revealed to any of them that she was dating the president's son. No doubt some of the office cats would find it highly amusing that she was going to be left "high and dry" for the summer while Jim Blake enjoyed himself in Europe!
When she saw Bob Garson emerge from his house in mid-morning and drive away in his old car, she decided it would be a good chance to sun herself on his dock in his absence. Might as well get something in return for squandering her savings to come to Franklin Beach. Accordingly, she applied suntan oil lavishly all over the exposed portions of her body and went outside with her beach towel. She'd barely stretched out when she heard the noise of an approaching motorboat. She ignored the craft as it swept close by, rocking the dock on its floats. Then, as the boat made a second pass, there was a loud whistle and she looked up, annoyed. The driver suddenly cut the powerful engine and let the boat drift into the little cove.
"Why, Jim!" She recognized the man in the boat now.
"Hi, Tammy. Look, I just ran over to tell you that my plans have changed and I can't see you tonight after all. I'm sorry, but my folks decided to go up to the city and see me off. So we've got reservations for this afternoon and we'll spend the weekend in the city."
"Oh, I see," she nodded, absorbing this latest blow.
"Now, don't be angry, darling. I'm really sorry about all this, but I'll be back in August and we'll have at least a few weeks together before I go back to school. I'll write to you, and I'll bring you something special from Paris. Okay?"
"Yes, Jim," she said dejectedly. "Fine!"
The motorboat was now bumping gently against the dock and Jim stood up awkwardly in the craft and held out his arms to kiss her. They clung together for a brief moment.
"I love you!" he exclaimed huskily. Then he was disengaging her arms, and revving the motor and in seconds he was streaking across the lake, leaving nothing behind but a wide white wake of water.
"Damn, damn, damn!" Tammy exploded angrily. This seemed to her to be the final collapse of everything she had so carefully worked out and planned to the last detail. Tonight she'd decided to wear her sexiest dress, to use all the tricks she knew to charm a man short of going the limit, in a last-ditch attempt to wring a proposal from Jim Blake before he left. Now she'd been robbed of the final chance...he might be gone from her life for good. Anything might happen during ten weeks in Europe!
Desolate, she lay down again in the hot glare of the sun, hardly caring if she burned, freckled or peeled. Tears welled into her eyes once more, but she fought them back. She could feel the heat baking through the thin layer of cotton over her buttocks, until perspiration ran down the cleft between the two rounded cheeks and moistened the area between her legs. It dripped down her front, too, soaking the skimpy bikini top. She heard nothing as she lay there, miserable, but suddenly the dock rolled under a heavy footstep and a shadow fell across her body. With a cry of surprise she whipped her head around. Chuck Morrow was standing there grinning slyly down at her near-naked body with obvious enjoyment of the luscious sight.
"You said for me to come back, Miss-ya might have a job for me?"
He was still wearing the filthy wool pants and the boots, but he had put on a lighter shirt, a dark blue cotton cambray, stained in great wet circles under the arms. His earthy odor made her retch.
She sat up hastily and pulled the towel partially around her. She'd completely forgotten about the handyman and had to collect her scattered thoughts hastily.
"Oh, yes, there is one thing. My water heater needs adjusting, Chuck. The temperature isn't high enough. Can you fix that?"
"Heack, yeah. Easy. Is that all?"
"I-I think so. The grass isn't very high yet, we'll let that go for another week or so." As she got awkwardly to her feet, the repulsive giant continued to feast his eyes on her. He stood politely aside so that she had to precede him on the walk to her cottage. Tammy tried to make casual, friendly conversation with him.
"You're keeping busy, I suppose?"
"Yeah, plenty of work this year. But I came to you first today, thought you might need something, you bein' out here all by yourself. . . . "
She wished he would not dwell on the fact of her alone-ness, but she guessed she should appreciate his concern for her welfare. Chuck might act dumb, but he'd certainly called the cards right in the matter of Bob Garson.
"I seen the Blake's boat over here," Chuck said. "While ago."
"That's right. Mr. Blake Senior is my employer."
"That was Jim, in the boat. I knowed him since he was a kid."
"You're right, that was Jim. He is a very good friend of mine."
"He ain't much of a man," Chuck observed, as they entered her kitchen door. "Not for a girl like you, Miss."
Well, she thought, irritated, I guess I'm to be treated to an instant rundown of all Chuck's acquaintances that I mention. Whatever else, he's impossibly crude!
"Jim's a good friend," she repeated firmly. "Now, there's the heater." She pointed to a tiny closet. "I would like the water much hotter. . . just as hot as you can safely set it."
The control for adjusting the water heater was so simple that Chuck wondered why she had not done it herself. Maybe she was being nice, but she didn't always talk so nice. He could tell a great deal about people just by the tone of their voices. Maybe she was just lonely and wanted the chance to talk to somebody.
There was another puzzling thing-although she was easily the most beautiful girl at Franklin Beach this summer, she didn't seem to have any friends. When Chuck made his night-time rounds, she was always sitting in her living room reading or watching TV. Sometimes as he watched her there, bare feet curled up under her lovely round haunches, or wearing nothing but her robe, he wanted in the very worst way to knock on her door-see if she would invite him in, or talk to him for a while. But his better judgment warned him against such a move.
Chuck knew how to bide his time, and he knew what summer people were like. He guessed he ought to know more about 'em than anyone else-hadn't he lived here for going on twenty years? But this Miss Clark had him puzzled.
He'd seen her hug and kiss young Jim Blake, but instead of getting in the boat with him or him getting out, they'd waved goodbye to each other. He happened to know that the Blakes were going to be away for a few days, because they'd asked him to keep an eye on their place. So he had carefully figured out that Jim wasn't asking for a date this weekend.
All these thoughts went through his mind while he stood fiddling with the control of the heater. He didn't want to make it look too easy! Finally, he stepped back and shut the closet door, and beamed at Tammy.
"That'll do the trick. Should be good and hot for ya to take a shower, Miss." The words almost stuck in his throat as he turned to face her. Shit, she was pretty! All pink and sweaty, so her blonde hair was damp and curly and her little bit of a bathing suit was soaked through. He could see the nipples poking up against the cloth. Course he had seen her tits bare, but this was just as exciting, somehow, knowing how they looked and her not dreaming he'd seen her that way. And, oh, shit, her cunt! He just couldn't be near her without his cock feelin' like it was going to bust. He had to ram it up into the little white belly of hers...and soon. She'd be mighty surprised when she saw his cock and felt it inside her. . . Jim Blake didn't have anything like it, by golly, nor even Bob Garson. No other man around HERE, leastways, could fill that sweet little cunt the way Chuck Morrow could!
As the handyman shut the closet door and turned to her, Tammy thought for a moment that he was ill. It was a wonder he didn't have a heatstroke, wearing those heavy clothes! His brown face had gone a dusky red and his breath was coming in quick rasps. His perpetual grin was wider and more wolfish than it had been on the other occasion she had met him, and she felt a little prickle of fear and wished she were wearing more clothing. His eyes were fixed on her navel, it seemed to her, so intently that he was almost cross-eyed.
"Well!" she exclaimed brightly. "That didn't take you long. Now, how much do I owe you?"
"Oh, miss, I couldn't take no money for that. You coulda done it yourself. No, sir," he waved his hand depreciatingly, "not a cent. Uh, you want me to cut your grass next week, huh?"
"Yes, that will be fine, and thank you Chuck." She pointedly opened the door for him and with one last lascivious stare at her shapely body, he went out.
She leaned against the counter, feeling suddenly drained and tired, and deeply depressed. The feeling of depression persisted, even after she had showered, dressed, and spent the afternoon in town shopping for groceries and sundries.
As she drove back to Franklin Beach she could not help thinking that it was Saturday night and she had no date-she had cut off her association with all the other men she knew in order to concentrate on Jim, and this was to have been the weekend of Jim's homecoming!
Well, perhaps there would be a good movie on TV. She switched channels several times and finally curled up on the couch in the position that Quick Morrow liked to see her take as he spied on the unwary girl. As dusk settled around the bay, she missed the twinkling lights of the Blake house on the opposite shore; it was completely dark. She heard cars arriving at Bob Carson's cottage, but did not bother to look.
Shortly after nine, there was a knock on her door. Now who in the world can that be, she thought nervously, getting up.
"Hi, Tammy!" Bob Garson called, letting himself in. "Look, I'm really not going to be one of these neighbors who borrows everything, but the fact is I need a light bulb. You happen to have any spares?"
"I think so," she went into the kitchen and returned with the one she had bought that very afternoon, in fact.
"Oh, great! You see, most of my lighting is special type, baby spots...recessed, you know. The kitchen is the only place I use regular bulbs and I always forget to buy one, until a bulb burns out, of course."
Tammy was surprised that he could chat so casually, after the scene the other night when she'd ordered him out. But he seemed to have forgotten all about it. He was smiling in his usual friendly way.
"I, uh, suppose your fianc'e is in town now?" he asked. "You said you expected him this week."
She lifted her chin defiantly. Might as well come out with it, she wasn't going to be tormented all summer by Garson asking where her "fianc'e" was!
"There was a change in plans," she answered coolly. "He was here, but only overnight. He had a chance to go to Europe for the summer, so of course he took it."
"And left you sitting here by yourself? Is the guy crazy or something? I thought you looked kind of down-hearted, like something was bothering you! Say, you wouldn't catch me pulling a stunt like that. . . it'd serve the guy right if you just found yourself somebody else while he's over there touring around!"
Tammy was surprised to find herself in complete agreement with something Bob Garson said. It would serve Jim right. She shrugged her lovely shoulders and smiled faintly at her neighbor.
"Come on," he announced. "You're coming over to my place. Yes, right now! I've got some friends over, and we certainly aren't going to let you sit here alone. We'd probably keep you awake, anyway."
"No. Thank you, Bob, but I couldn't possibly. . . . "
"You could, and you are!" he said firmly. "What you need is a few drinks and some conversation to cheer you up. You're looking gorgeous, like always, so there's not a single reason you can't join us." With that, he snapped off the TV set and seized Tammy by the hand.
"I-I. . . " she hesitated a few seconds longer, then gave in suddenly when she realized to her amazement that she did want to join the party, in spite of all her misgivings. She wanted to be part of a group, talking with men who would admire the way she looked. She desperately needed someone male to rebuild her cruelly shattered ego. She let herself be led into Bob Garson's house as docilely as a lamb going to the slaughter.
When they entered, she gasped with surprise at the excellent taste and stunning modern decor of the high-ceilinged main room. Although the house was small, the effect was spacious because of the soaring roof peak and the low furniture scattered about. An elaborate stereo system was built into one wall and there was a bar on the other wall. The kitchen and bathroom were at the rear and above them was a railed balcony, apparently the bedroom. There were photographs everywhere, each cleverly illuminated. Tammy was so busy looking around that it did not register for a few seconds that the other guests were five young men.
"B-but where are the girls?" she looked through the open kitchen door expectantly. Everyone laughed at her innocent remark and she looked accusingly at Bob.
"You didn't say it was a bachelor party!" She turned to leave, but he seized her arm.
"Wait Tammy! There is-there are other girls coming. Don't go off in a huff before you've had a drink. I wasn't trying to deceive you. You're sure the touchiest girl I've ever run across," he shook his head.
With good cause, she thought. She still wanted to leave, and regretted the unaccountable impulse that had made her accept the invitation. How could she have forgotten the sight of him rolling in the grass with that brunette slut? She shivered. But how silly she would look if she turned tail and ran now! Her host steered her to the bar and lifting her easily, set her on one of the leather stools.
"I think anisette is your drink!" he said decisively, picking up a glass and taking some ice cubes from a bucket. Tammy had heard vaguely of such a drink, but did not want to admit she'd never tasted it. She watched him splash a milky liquid into the glass and accepted the drink he handed her. An odd flavor, somewhat like licorice candy, but not unpleasant. Yes, now she remembered Jim had once suggested she try Anisette, but they had been in an obscure roadhouse at the time and there was none of that particular liquor in stock.
Perhaps Bob was not such an uncouth person as she had believed, his house and well-stocked bar indicated otherwise. There was no doubt the drink was doing her good, she could practically feel her taut nerves unwind as the liquid settled in her stomach. She was introduced to Bob's friends and learned that one of them was being married next week, hence the party.
But Bob assured her again that she would not be the only female present, and though she wanted to ask whether Stefie was coming, she did not. It was truly amazing how her spirits lifted as she sat talking with these young men, and sipping her drink. She was well into the second Anisette when a new guest arrived, who was introduced simply as Milly.
Tammy was not impressed by Milly. Indeed, she thought the woman's appearance was very cheap and common, and also she was older than the others here, probably at least forty. She wore a fringed sheath dress with no back and only the narrowest of shoulder straps, with high-heeled sandals. Her bright red hair was elaborately arranged.
But what to Tammy was most surprising and disgusting, when Milly entered the room all the fellows called out to her in a very familiar way and as she walked around to greet them individually they all kissed her...not just pecks on the cheek, but torrid kisses. And the shocked young blonde observed one of the men fondle Milly's buttocks and another one actually shoved his hand down the front of her dress and pinched one of her breasts. Instead of slapping him or telling him off, the woman merely giggled and moved on to the next man. Tammy was reminded again that this was a very fast crowd and she would do well to watch herself among them. She did not anticipate any situation arising that she could not handle, yet still...but the fact that there were six men here somehow made her feel a little safer. Surely, if someone made any really raw passes, one of the others would come to her assistance. . . they couldn't all be so ungentlemanly as not to protect a girl.
Shortly after Milly's arrival there was a rearrangement of the guests, with everyone seated themselves in a semi-circle and carrying their drinks with them. A third drink was pressed into Tammy's hand, and though she felt she'd already had quite enough, she took it and merely held it, not drinking. Milly was busy at the stereo set, evidently some records to play, and Tammy again wondered when the other girls would arrive. But she was having a very nice time now, and it did not seem so important. She was on a couch, wedged between Bob and a man called Rick. She had almost forgotten about Jim Blake's desertion, at least for the moment, and was finding it quite easy to make conversation and laugh with the other guests.
Suddenly a loud, raunchy tune blared forth from the loudspeakers and Milly turned to face them. The woman moved quickly to the center of the room and kicked aside a small fuck rug so that she stood on the hardwood floor as if it were a stage. Rick whistled and clapped his hands.
"Atta girl!" he called out drunkenly. "Give us a real show, this time, Milly Baby!"
"What is she going to do?" Tammy whispered to Bob, curious.
"Shhh," he warned. "Just watch. You'll see!"
Milly now held a silk scarf in her hand. As Tammy stared, the older woman stood with her legs slightly apart and began to undulate her well-curved body in a classic burlesque performance, complete with expert bumps and grinds. She was so obviously professional that Tammy realized she must be here in some sort of capacity as a paid entertainer. Which would explain the fact that she had seemed out of place here. She stared, fascinated, having never seen such a performance except in movies. The red headed woman's body had been a magnificent one...now it was beginning to go...a little thick in the midriff. . . enormous breasts sagging just a bit...but still a stunning figure of a woman.
"Take it off, Milly Baby!" Bob called out, as the dance became more torridly suggestive with each bar of the music. And then she did just that, reaching deftly behind her to slide the zipper of her dress open. It fell at her feet and she picked it up deftly and tossed it aside. Under the dress she was wearing a net brassiere with sequin bulls-eyes over her nipples and a sequined pair of bikini pants.
Tammy could feel her face growing hot as she squirmed uncomfortable at the sight of Milly's almost naked flesh. None of the men was paying any attention to her now, their eyes were all riveted on the twisting figure in the center of the floor, if only she could get up and leave...she felt so strange...so weak, as if all her customary will-power had deserted her. Absently, she raised the glass in her hand and drank deeply of the cool liquid, which immediately turned to warmth in her stomach and spread rapidly through her whole body. She leaned back for support.
Milly stood with legs braced wide apart and began to shake her breasts in a furious shimmying motion until the twin mounds were vibrating lewdly. How does she do that, Tammy wondered, as her own breasts quivered from the excitement of watching the obscene display. Suddenly the flimsy brassiere was flipped away and followed the dress into a corner. The pendulous breasts continued their wild rotations, and Rich sat forward eagerly, his eyes fixed on the red nipples.
"Shake it baby!" he crooned. "Shake those tits!"
Tammy recoiled. Was the woman going to take off everything? Now she had the scarf in her hands, she was passing it between her legs in a thoroughly obscene manner, as if rubbing her pussy with the wisp of cloth, while her hips quivered with prurient delight. Tammy's throat was suddenly dry as she felt little tingles shooting through her own virgin cunt. She gulped at her drink, but she had finished it. There was no more of the refreshing liquid. Unsteadily, she put the glass down. The music ground on and Milly's big soft hips ground with it while the men in the room shifted about uncomfortably.
This is terrible, Tammy thought. If I'm being aroused by watching this filthy perverted demonstration, what must it be doing to these men? Oh, how did I ever get talked into this situation? As soon as she finishes, I must leave! But, shit, there's only one thing left for her to take, off. This was not quite correct, for the panties were removed next and under them was one more garment, which must be the famous G-string. Tammy knew-a mere cord that fitted around the woman's hips and a little patch of beads that swung between her legs and concealed very little, indeed.
Her head was spinning. . . she didn't know whether to look away or keep her eyes focused on the older woman's next-to-naked figure...she was repelled to see that the sparse fringe of hair under the beads was not even the same color, it was black. Of course, she had known that dyed red was not natural. Tammy clamped her own thighs together desperately, to still the throbbing of her own traitorously aroused pubic mound. Her panties felt uncomfortably damp where they pressed between her legs...she was so dizzy...why didn't Milly finish the horrid dance and quit tantalizing these men with her provocative, sexy tricks?
Bob Garson's arm slid gently around Tammy's waist and he squeezed her protectively.
"How do you like it?" he whispered in her ear.
She glared angrily at him. "I think it's sickening," she muttered hoarsely. "Why would a woman degrade herself like that?! "
"Hush," he scolded. "Watch-here comes the best part!"
The G-string was ripped away, to a chorus of whistles and cat-calls and Milly paused, completely naked, and slowly turned around for her audience. Now her dance became acrobatic...she did a split.
"Hey, honey! Watch out for splinters!" Rich hooted. Milly winked at him, and planted herself directly in front of the couch where Tammy sat. She went into a backbend, legs braced wide and bent at the knees. Tammy stared in horror and disbelief as the woman's pelvis slowly tilted and the hair fringed "vee" between her straining thighs was thrust up at them, seemingly only inches away from her startled eyes. She could see everything! The puffy, reddish lips of the woman's vagina, fringed in the curling black hair. The wet, palpitating slit itself, and further down a tiny brownish ring...her anus!
"Look at that cunt!" she heard someone exclaim. "Hey Milly, turn around...let's see what you got!" While Tammy's head reeled with shock, Milly did turn around. Her arms were not touching the floor behind her head...the backbend was complete, and she slowly rotated in this crab-like position until every male present had been treated to the lewd-unbelievably obscene sight of her gaping pussy!
This was too much. Stomach churning, Tammy staggered to her feet.
"I don't feel well," she said unsteadily to Bob. "I want to go home!"
"What is it? Here," he was instantly sympathetic. "I can't let you go home if you're sick. Come on upstairs and lie down for a few minutes."
"No, please. Take me home."
But he was holding her tightly, guiding her toward the steep open staircase that led to the balcony bedroom. Unable to stop him, Tammy let herself be half-pushed, half-carried up the staircase. He lowered her onto an enormous bed and sat down next to her.
"Here.. . no wonder you're dizzy. It was getting damn stuffy." He pulled the zipper of her dress open to about halfway down her back and eased the dress forward gently in front. Tammy sank back gratefully among the pillows. Oooh, it was such a comfortable bed...already she was feeling better, though still very confused.
"I had too much to drink," she admitted fuzzily. She did not see his smile. He leaned over her and kissed her, his lips completely circling her soft, helpless mouth. Something insane happened within her body when he touched her. Her mouth opened to his driving tongue and she relaxed completely in his arms. His big hands went to her breasts and her nipples instantly became tense and erect as tingles of prurient excitement shot through her reclining body.
"Oooooh," she moaned, as he caressed her swelling breasts expertly. "Ooooh, Bob, please...I shouldn't let you do that to me!"
"But you can't help yourself, can you, honey?" he gloated, as his fingers continued to run over her exploringly, "and now I'm going to tell you why. It's the Anisette, Tammy, it's an aphrodisiac...it turns you on-makes you crazy for loving-and that's what you're going to get-all the loving you can hold, and then some. This is going to be a night you'll remember for the rest of your life!" He leaned over her, his mouth sucking and kissing at her beautiful, dazed face.
She did not understand at first what he was talking about, she only knew she was alive all over with little hot flames, wherever he touched her his hands and his tongue left her quivering with stark sensual craving. Aphrodisiac? The milky liquid? No, it couldn't be true! And yet, why couldn't she get a hold of herself. . . this man caressing her was the same lecherous Bob Garson whom she'd rejected only a few days ago...then why was she now enjoying his touch, wanting more of it? What was wrong with her? Her body was out of control!
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Bob Garson hissed down at her as she lay stretched out beneath him. His hand went to her skirt, slithered up her warm inner thigh until it reached the very peak. He brushed his fingers very deliberately against the soft white nylon that encased her sweet delicate young pussy.
Tammy whimpered and tossed her body with each new electric touch against her now burning pussy as her brain still fought desperately to overcome the physical enjoyment that was slowly but surely taking over her untried body. Oh, no, no no, she must stop him somehow...she could not allow this brute to degrade her this way!
"No, no, Bob, you mustn't do that.. . I don't want it!" she moaned as she felt his fingers slip under the tight elastic waist band of her panties. But even as she begged him to stop touching her this way her legs opened wider to give him greater access and her arms were clutching him tightly, pulling his face down to hers.
Then it happened! She felt his fingers poking into the furrows of her naked cunt and the poor girl began to wriggle and squirm beneath the probing digit. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders convulsively...with horror, she felt him now parting her soft, sparse pubic hair.
"Oh, no, no, please no!" she whimpered aloud as spasms of desire coursed through her writhing loins and belly as Bob Garson's middle finger slid ever deeper between her wet, throbbing vaginal lips.
Tammy twisted and squirmed her buttocks into the bed's softness and whined deep in her throat as the heretofore unknown depraved desires swept through her tormented body. She lay helpless as his middle finger played with the sensitive open slit of her damp pussy, gently pushing and probing into it and stroking her silky dark blonde pubic hair. Occasionally he made an intense, galvanizing contact with her tiny aroused clitoris and she could feel the sticky wetness seeping from her and soaking her panties as her excitement mounted.
Oh...this was awful. . . forbidden! And soon it would be too late if she could not stop him from doing these unmentionable lewd things to her-this fear penetrated her numbed mind, and she suddenly made a futile push at his chest.
"Get off me! Let me up!" she cried angrily, catching him by surprise. "You can't do this to me. . . . "
"Can't I?" he taunted her, shoving his leg between her thighs so that she was prevented from closing them against his fingers that were still teasing her moist, sensitive vaginal flesh. "Baby, you might as well get those snotty notions out of your head...you're gonna get fucked tonight, if I have to rape you to do it. I made up my mind the other night, when you tried to act so high and mighty, that you were due for a good lesson."
CHAPTER FOUR
Fuck! The filthy word never failed to shock Tammy deeply, although one heard it often enough these days, it seemed. Never before, though, had the obscene term been applied literally to her and it was a few seconds before the true implication of his boast sank into her consciousness. He was going to make love to her...by force if necessary...why, oh, why had she dropped her guard and entered his house?
"Help me, someone, please!" she called out loudly. "Rich, I need you!"
Bob laughed aloud at her pitiful attempt to summon aid.
"Save your breath, they've all gone down to the dock. I shooed 'em out so you and I could be alone...though you'd never know the difference anyway. Go ahead and scream your head off, but if they hear anything I don't think they'll bother to investigate...you see, I told them you were a stuck-up bitch who was going to get what's coming to her tonight."
"You beast!" she screamed hoarsely. "You ANIMAL!" She was trapped here with him, then, and absolutely at his mercy. He could do whatever he wished to her. And as hot tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks, she discovered with revulsion that her treacherous body was still reacting with unwanted cravings as he continued to stroke and play with her open-held pussy. Her lower body seemed to have a will of its own, rolling on the mattress in a lewd ecstatic rhythm with his probing into the steaming, aroused split between her legs.
"Oh, that's nice, honey," he grinned evilly down at her. "Now you're really beginning to enjoy it. Is that tight little cunt of yours feeling nice and hot, and ready to take my cock?"
Tammy's lips opened, but no words came out! She was twisting and writhing sensuously as his finger returned again and again to massage her hotly throbbing little clitoris.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, as he took the incredibly sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger. The peculiar excitement she felt was overcoming her revulsion at the obscene words cunt and cock.
Bob Garson wanted to be sure that he had her good and ready for fucking. He wanted her so hot for it that she would beg him for cock...and he confidently expected her to do just that. As he massaged her tight cunt, he kissed her again, wetly, letting his tongue go deep into her soft, unresisting mouth. A convulsive surge of delight rippled through her loins and belly.
"Let's get you naked now, honey," he muttered. "Come on, help me!"
She refused to help him consciously, but did not struggle as he raised her to a half-sitting position and finished separating the zipper at the back of her dress. As the dress came off and she fell back limply, she had remained out in the sun a bit too long that morning and her skin still was pink and faintly hot, so that the cool air felt immeasurably good as it streamed over her bare flesh, further exciting her. She closed her eyes as he next removed her brassiere, and heard him draw in his breath sharply. Suddenly he seized her heaving breasts with both hands, clutching at them hungrily squeezing and rolling the tingling flesh between his fingers. Her nipples were hard and erect and he tweaked them painfully to even greater hardness...then she felt something warm and wet touch her right breast. . . her eyes flew open to see his dark head at her breast, his mouth encasing her nipple as he sucked on it.
"Oh, no...please!" she gasped, unable to fight off any longer the maddeningly pleasurable feelings that seem to shoot from her breasts to envelop her entire body. He moved his head leisurely to the left nipple, tonguing it in the same exciting manner until Tammy thought she'd go out of her mind. At last he moved down, touching her navel briefly with his tongue as he slithered over the gentle curve of her belly, his hands left her breasts and slid down to the elastic band of her nylon panties that were all she had left for protection. Firmly, he pulled at the wisp of material, tugging it over her buttocks while she groaned inwardly with shame...he's going to ruin me...what man will want me after he's Finished?!
Bob Garson got up and began to undress himself rapidly. She clenched her eyes tight shut to hide the sight...she could hear his clothes fall to the floor, one by one...oh, Jim, why did you go away and leave me to this gross beast?
The bed sank suddenly under his weight and she reluctantly opened her eyes to see him kneeling up between her widespread legs, completely naked. She stared, her mouth suddenly gone dry, at his hair-covered torso. Her breath was forced from her lips in quick gasps as her glance fell lower. . . and then her deep blue eyes widened in frightened disbelief as she saw the great thick penis that was standing out rigidly from his slim, hard belly. He smiled at the stunned expression on her suddenly pale face and his hand went down to proudly stroke his turgid, blood-engorged organ.
"Bigger than your boyfriend's?" he tormented her. "Well, how do you like it?"
The sight of the long lewd thing had an indescribably abhorrent effect on her. She felt ill, but could do nothing but gape at the massive size and thickness of it. It would never go up inside her, she knew that...he would kill her if he tried to force it into her, rip her apart!
"You want it, eh?" he mistook her transfixed, horrified stare for admiration at the unusual dimensions of his cock. He continued to handle his huge lust stiffened cock as he remained poised over her nakedly spread eagled body. Oh, he was going to enjoy this one!
"Maybe you'd like to play around with it a while," he suggested, "or are you in a hurry to get it up inside that snooty little belly of yours and see how it feels?"
Tammy turned her head away with a muffled, despairing cry. She had thought of making a last desperate appeal to him, pleading her virginity, but as she observed his salacious delight at her shamed and degraded position she sensed that it would do no good and might even incite him to further brutality...nothing would deter him from raping her, not now! She would not dare reveal that she had never performed the sex act. . . no, she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was the first! Half-drunk as he was, and mad with lust, perhaps he would not notice her virginity...she hoped not, it was the last bit of pride she had left.
What a desperate, helpless position he had her in! She had fatally misjudged her ability to handle him, and now she must pay for that unforgivable error. . . pay with the dearest possession she had...her virginity! It seemed so unfair! Tears welled slowly from her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she tensed her untried body for the nightmare that was soon to come. Abruptly, he lowered himself onto her, the throbbing hardness of his cock stabbing into her belly cruelly while his hands again seized her full aching breasts so roughly that she moaned in pain until he shut off her cries with his mouth on hers.
"You think you're so special," he grunted, "too good for the-likes of me! But you're going to want my cock so bad before I get through with you that you'll beg me to ram it into you...wait and see...I give you ten minutes. You see, I think you're going to be a very hot little bitch, once I thaw you out of that icy shell of yours!"
She refused to answer his lewd boasts, but she promised herself through clenched teeth that he would never have the satisfaction of hearing her beg him for anything. Now he was moving downward, sliding smoothly over her naked belly, his warm flesh rubbing hers until his head was level with her loins, directly over the "vee" of her dark mysterious virgin pussy.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she whispered, terrified, as she dimly sensed that something unnatural and perverted was going to happen to her.. . she was not going to be spared any indignity. Forgetting her determination not to beg, she wailed, "Oh, no. Please. . . not that! You wouldn't do that to me!"
Instead of answering, he placed his hands on the inner sides of her firm thighs, pressing them apart to open her pinkly glistening pussy flesh completely to his lust-glazed eyes! She fought desperately to bring her legs together again, but his strength easily prevented her.
Tammy lifted her head up from the pillows and looked down over the trembling erect mounds of her breasts to see the dark head between her thighs, as he gazed hungrily down at her tight pink cuntal slit. As she watched, frozen with horror, he slowly and deliberately drew aside the fleshy lips with their soft blonde fringe of hair and bared the soft inner shell-like flesh and the tiny cunt-opening which even now oozed a drop of creamy liquid, betraying the young girl's repressed excitement and arousal.
Tammy could actually feel his warm breath stir the curls of her pubic hair, and she moaned in ever-increasing shame.
This degradation simply couldn't be happening to her.. . it was all some evil dream. . . please, if only she would wake and find out that it was a dream. She winced as she watched his face move higher and higher up between her forced apart thighs. Her body jerked in involuntary recoil as she felt the first electrifying contact of his hot wet tongue as it pushed into her quivering vagina. Desperately, the horrified girl shoved her buttocks downward in a vain effort to escape the outrageous assault on her defenseless womanhood. She whimpered piteously as her hips turned from side to side in reflex against this perversion he was committing on her.
As his tongue burrowed deeper and deeper into the velvety depths of her nakedly exposed cunt, she felt weak and sick.
"Don't, oh, don't!" she begged him, addressing her pleas to the unhealing dark curly head that bobbed between her thighs in stark contrast to the delicate pink and white flesh of her virginal body. She didn't want him there, she hated him, yet as his bold strong tongue raced up into her, her cunt dilated automatically to admit the lewd invader.
"Ohhhhhh, stop it!" she cried loudly, while at the same time the innocent girl had to recognize the undeniable fact that little spasms of pure carnal delight were coursing through her loins in the wake of his thrusting tongue. She could never accept the shame of his perverted act, but it caused her to feel unwanted but acute pleasure.
Then, as his mouth and tongue kept up their unceasing sucking and thrusting assaults on her wetly palpitating cuntal slit, his hands moved caressingly over the soft trembling curve of her belly and back to the pulsating hard-nippled breasts. He cupped them and fondled them roughly while his mouth made obscene smacking noises down between her legs. She saw that he was watching her, studying her tormented features for the first sign of her subjugation to his demoralizing attack. He wanted not only her body, but her soul and spirit as well, to fall before his onslaught. . . his plundering conquest of her female sanctuary! As she understood this, her resolve strengthened momentarily, but all her resistance was doomed to failure. In her position of absolute debasement she could do nothing but" submit to his unholy demands on her flesh and try to hold her alcohol dazed mind apart from what was being done to her body.
She must fight every second to avoid sinking into the liquid pool of sheer delight that was threatening to drown her in blissful sensations she had never before experienced, or even dreamed existed. As he continued to lick, animal like, at the wet hair-fringed slit up between her widespread thighs, the maddening tingles of desire raced ever faster through every nerve of her degraded body.
Bob Garson sensed the struggle that was going on deep within that proud golden-haired temple of purity and he felt a surge of elation, for this was no ordinary cheap, easy lay who was under him tonight, but a high-spirited thing of beauty whom any man would be only too happy to conquer.
Damn, but she was a gorgeous thing! He flicked his eyes upward again to look at her beautiful contorted face, without ceasing his immoral tonguing of her small, tight vagina. He gloated over the tears that were still forming in the deep blue eyes of his pretty victim and rolling silently down her cheeks. Cry now, he thought to himself, and fight while you can...because when you break, you won't shed any more tears...you'll go all the way!
His lewdly probing tongue sought the tiny rigid button of her clitoris and settled over it. He held the sensitive little organ lightly between his teeth and rubbed it with the tip of his tongue, back and forth. He heard her amazed, shocked gasp of pleasure and kept up his assault on the erect, pulsing little button until at last, deciding she had had enough, he turned his attention again to the passion soaked opening of her hot vaginal slit.
Tammy knew now that she would soon be past the point of controlling herself at all. The erotic enjoyment she was deriving from his darting, lizard-like tongue was beyond anything she had ever imagined. He was gradually and surely enrapturing and enslaving her.
Her head was jerking from side to side in rhythm with his oral fucking of her now thoroughly dilated cunt. As his tongue swirled and dived into the smooth, slippery insides of her passionately aroused pussy, she could dimly hear the sounds that she herself was making...little mewls and whimpers of undisguisable joy. Her fingers moved uncontrollably toward his bobbing head and fastened themselves in his hair as she tried to pull his tongue further and further up into the seething pool of her loins.
Bob Garson chuckled inwardly as he heard her passionate whines and cries grow louder and more involuntary. He knew he had her now...all of her, his to tease and subjugate, to fuck however he wanted to do it. In the long run, he mused, they all went down...a little Anisette to loosen them up and make them hot. . . and a good horny man to complete the process.
Tammy dimly knew that the little control over herself she still possessed was going like water down a drain. Now her buttocks jerked convulsively beneath his cruelly stabbing tongue that was sending erotic daggers of lust through her once-cold body. Suddenly he withdrew from her vagina and sent his swirling tongue downward, toward the secret little hole of her anus. Oh, she felt like screaming but when he actually touched her there she groaned instead with pleasure at the incredible sensation of the wet, rough tongue rubbing against the forbidden nether opening.
"Oh, no, you mustn't. . . not there...PLEASE, NOT THERE . . . " she moaned in ecstasy and frantically tried to screw her tortured rectum back onto the protecting firmness of his daring tongue.
He listened jubilantly to the sounds she made as he continued to push against the tight rubbery entrance, knowing that he was driving her to ever greater heights of prurient desire.
"Oh, no, pleeeease!" Aware of her utter debasement and the helpless position she occupied, Tammy nevertheless could not stop the frantic twisting and writhing of her buttocks as the assault went on. But as he sucked and licked maddeningly at her wet open loins, and she went into further spasms of delight under him, she had to accept more and more the fact that she was losing-had lost-the battle. He was giving to her love-starved body the most intense and utter rapture she had ever known. Her only desire now was not to fight off the sensations, but to increase their intensity...to fulfill herself as a woman and know the ultimate joys that were rising in her loins.
"Ooooooh...ooooooohhh . . . " she wailed, "I can't help myself. . . love me...yes, I want it...please love me!" She entreated him, her shameless form continuing to jerk and spasm beneath his long powerful tongue. She thrust her hips upward at him, submitting her steaming loins as a sacrifice to her ravisher. She seized his head again and tried to pull it deeper into the throbbing, wide-open slit of her cunt.. . all moral sense, all shame and pride obliterated from her liquor-hazed mind as if they had never existed. The search for lewd pleasure had taken over mind and body to the destruction of all other impulses...she was enchanted with the new feelings awakened within her that were steadily crying out for release.
"He, now you want it, do you...you're ready?" Garson grunted, raising himself suddenly over her naked prostrate form, reveling in his mastery over the stripped and helpless girl. As she stared up into his leering face, faint traces of reality crept back into Tammy's mind.
"Well, I'm ready too...ready to stuff that sweet little cunt full with this cock of mine, and I guarantee you're never going to forget this fucking!"
She lay paralyzed, thighs raised and splayed out obscenely...breasts heaving with desire while her trembling belly cringed in fear as her eyes locked on the great heavy cock springing out from her summer neighbor's hairy loins. Below it his bulging testicles swung obscenely in their soft pouch.
"No! I can't take it.. . no one has ever. . . NO ONE. . . " she broke off the futile plea as he levered himself up over her on his powerful arms.
"I'm going to fuck you silly...you stuck up little bitch." he promised.
The filthy words battered at her dulled brain, their very lewdness further exciting the innocent young blonde.
"You put it in," he commanded abruptly. "Take it in your hand and stick it right up into the smart ass little cunt of yours," his eyes gleamed sadistically.
"Oh...oh...I couldn't. . . don't make me," she groaned in fear and shame, quivering all over like a leaf. But even as she protested that she could not do it, her hand reached hesitantly out as if it had a will of its own and almost touched the huge cock before she stopped and began to shake her head wildly.
"Well, go on," he snarled. "What are you waiting for?"
She somehow forced herself to slide her hand around the thickly throbbing penis and a look of terror swept over her contorted features as she felt its rock-hard rigidity and realized that it was even larger than she had first thought. "Oh, no, please," she whimpered. "It's too big. . . it will never...no, no, please!"
In reply to her pleading Bob began to lower his hips inevitably toward her fearfully cringing pussy. The frightened girl pushed her legs as far apart as she could and reluctantly inched his cock toward her tiny opening. When the smooth rubbery head made its first contact with her damp pussy flesh she shivered and paused for a moment. Erotic little sensations of excitement rippled over her loins as the huge bulbous tip rubbed against the sensitive lips.. . she spread the full lips apart with the velvety male hardness. . . trembling with both terror and anticipation of what was to come. Then, the forward motion stopped as his rigid member encountered the tightly elastic opening of her vagina. He shoved his pelvis forward, causing an instant sharp pain from the pressure.
"Aaaggghhhhh," she moaned. He pushed forward again and something seemed to tear apart within her.
"Oooooooh, noooooo!" she screamed as the huge tip brutally forced its way through the virginal resistant mouth of her cunt, stretching her until she was certain she would be ripped in half.
"It hurts!" she screamed again. "Stop, please...don't.. . no more, I can't take it! It's too big. . her face contorted in agony as her wailing cries continued, but failed to have the slightest effect on him as he plunged his lust engorged member further up into the tight virginal channel of her cunt. Why, she realized dimly as she turned her pleading face to him, he was enjoying the pain and torment! Slowly, deliberately he continued to grind the monstrous staff into his helpless victim. He grimaced in maniacal passion at the incredible sight of her defenseless body straining to absorb his big cock into the tiny cringing hole of her vagina.
He marveled and said, "What a tight little pussy you've got! You better get yourself a man who can keep it stretched for you . . . " grinning lewdly, he thrust forward savagely, plunging the long pole hard cock far up into her vainly resisting passage.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" Tammy screamed in agony as the firm, rubbery head rammed into her, brutally pushing aside the tiny inner folds of pussy flesh to sink deep into her quivering belly. Triumphantly, Bob Garson felt the sensitive tip of his cock strike her cervix and continue on its rampaging path into her tender belly, stopping only when his sperm swollen balls rested against the quaking upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
"Oh no...no...no . . . " she whimpered and prayed for release from the pain that was everywhere inside her. She did not dare to move so much as an inch for fear something would break inside her., . she was filled, stuffed with his enormous penis that was tightly pressing against the taut-stretched walls of her fearfully cringing cunt.
Bob Garson lay quietly on top of her for a moment, savoring his triumph, then he flicked his hips forward, sending his heavy rod a half-inch deeper into her vaginal sheath.
Tammy groaned helplessly as he inched forward again and then again, each thrust bringing humiliated sobs from deep in her throat. But finally, as her passage gradually expanded to the abnormal size of his cruelly invading cock, her cries subsided and the painter now began a slow rocking motion of his pelvis, ramming his cock firmly into her naked young cunt, widening still further the resistant passageway until she began to make little mewling noises of acceptance of his presence within her.
As she thought of what would happen if she surrendered and gave herself over completely to the hot tongues of lust that snaked over her loins, chills of excitement swept over the naked girl. Bob was now stroking into her slowly and evenly, very gradually increasing the length and speed of his thrusts, and as the pace quickened, Tammy felt her whole body begin to respond and she wriggled and twisted in rapture as he fucked continuously into her wetly vibrating pussy. He placed his mouth upon hers and she instantly pushed her tongue between his warm lips for him to suck. At the same time she thrust her hips upward, to tilt the plane of her cunt so that he could penetrate deeper and deeper into her warmly accepting belly. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her beautiful features twisted with animal lust as she gave her body up to her ravisher to do with as he pleased. She wanted everything!
What a fantastic cunt she had, Garson gloated. He bet she'd never had a cock shoved so far inside her-in fact, he bet she'd had little if any experience at fucking, judging from the tightness of her opening when he'd rammed into her. So much the better.. . let her learn! She caught on fast; now she was grinding that gorgeous blonde-haired pussy up against him, her ass bucking like crazy. Shit, his prick felt like it was going to burst, she would drive a guy out of his fucking mind with her contortions! He seized the twin half moons of her lewdly churning buttocks, fingers digging into the soft warm flesh, and jerked her even tighter up against him. She moaned with pleasure as his thighs spread even wider and pulled the wet hole of her cunt apart to receive even more of his hard driving cock.
Tammy felt no pain at all now, nothing but ecstasy as her passion ridden body jerked rhythmically under him, her long white legs flung out obscenely on either side of his lewdly pinioning cock that gleamed wetly as he pulled it out of her clasping pink vagina and thrust it in again with ever-increasing fervor. Her tongue had gone wild in his mouth, orally fucking him in return for the delightful sensations he was instigating in her down between her legs. This was heavenly. . . never in her young life had she believed it could feel so good to lie under a man and be fucked...the joy was mind-shattering, especially when she shoved her tingling cunt tight up against him!
Bob was riding her with maniacal force, pulling his lust-crazed cock nearly out of her wet, clinging sheath on each backstroke before ramming into her again until his balls slapped against her puckered anus. He must cum soon, he knew, he couldn't take much more of this jack-hammering pace without exploding inside her...his balls were full to bursting with cum! Her hands were digging into his buttocks, scratching the lean, muscled cheeks in her uncontrollable excitement.
"Harder! More! More, darling, fuck meeeee!" she cried, screwing her ass upwards in a frenzied effort to pull even more of his hard rigid cock up inside her. . . yes, she was close. . . very close to her climax.
He took her knees and raising them, shoved them backward hard until she was nearly bent in half, the plane of her crotch now completely open to his plundering cock. How much more could she take? It must be coming up her throat now!
"Oh...oh...oh!" she cried under him, his face distorted with sensuality as she frantically sought to match his thrusts with her own convulsive thrashing. . . .
Then it happened! She jerked puppet like and her legs shot straight out. . . her long hair lashed at his sweating features as her head began to flail from side to side on the pillows and a high whine of excitement burst from her tensely corded throat.
Furiously, Garson plunged his lust swollen cock deep into her round little belly. As his balls slapped against her unprotected ass-hole, he felt the sticky semen gathering in them for the impending cataclysm. He pulled the cheeks of her rounded buttocks hard up against his pelvis and spread them wide apart as he felt his cum rise in his tormented cock and come spewing out deep inside her warmly dilated womb.
Tammy felt the broad tip touch her deep inside and then a lewd spurting warm wetness seared her inner walls like molten lava. Her throbbing cunt widened to receive the hot torrent and her own secretions came spilling out to mingle with his obscene male cum and flood the warm, secret cavern of her pussy.
Oh, it was perfect.. . the most perfect thing that had ever happened to her.. . it was indescribable-magnificent-she could never get enough of it, never, please, please let it go on and on...it felt so good!
Her cunt tightened around his jerking penis as if to milk him of the last hot sticky drop of semen...ooooh, she was blissfully flooded with it...it was overflowing and still it dribbled from the tip...the last joyous drops. . . .
Their twin orgasms seemed endless-unbelievably erotic-as the hot cum sloshed inside her and bathed his slippery wet penis as it at last began to deflate and go flaccid within her forever-stretched vagina.
Tammy's heart pounded wildly under her heaving breasts. So...it had happened to her! She had lost her prized virginity-she had been fucked-thoroughly completely fucked! And she had loved every minute of it!!
As she lay, spent and satiated, on the oversize bed with Bob Garson gently panting beside her, one hairy leg still flung over hers, Tammy did not think she could ever rise from this spot of her degradation and downfall. How had this happened to her? Was it entirely due to the aphrodisiac effects of the Anisette he had purposely given her, or was she herself in some way to blame for the raging passions she had not been able to master? Her abused body still glowed with the euphoria of her climax. Timidly, she reached down to explore her breasts with her fingers...they were tender to her touch.
She let her hand glide downward over her belly, spreading her aching thighs slightly apart. Breathing deeply, she probed the tender bruised lips of her vagina which still oozed drops of his sticky white semen. A jolting thought struck her. . . what if he had made her pregnant? She groaned inwardly with the overwhelming horror and humiliation of her position. She must get home and clean herself up! As she eased her body from under the dead weight of his muscular leg, Bob Garson rolled over lazily and grinned cockily at her. She glared at him, too angry to speak, and turned away to reach for her scattered clothing.
"Why the hurry?" he asked contentedly. "We've got all night to play around, honey. The party's just getting started!"
"The party is over!" she gritted from between clenched teeth.
"What's wrong? You sore at me, after that good time I just gave you?" He shook his head in disbelief.
"What you did was despicable," she answered levelly. The fact that she had ended up enjoying it was immaterial. He must know as well as she did that the experience had been intensely satisfying, but she could not forgive him for tricking her and taking her unwillingly. He was quite wrong if he thought this was the beginning of some sort of relationship such as he enjoyed with sluts like Stefie, or that vulgar Milly who had performed the striptease!
But Tammy was not to escape so easily. Even as she thought of Milly's lewd dance which had created the immoral atmosphere and inflamed Bob's senses, there were pounding footsteps below them and shouts of raucous laughter as the group came pouring back into the living room. The woman's coarse voice boomed out above the others.
"Hey, Bob, you guys finished your business up there? It's too damned cold to go swimming, we came back to get warmed up!"
"Yeah, yeah, fix yourselves something to drink. We'll join you in a second," he winked at Tammy as he pulled his slacks on over his bare bottom, tucking the now-limp and shrunken penis inside as he pulled the zipper up. Her lovely face flushed with shame as she realized she must now face the group, and that all of them knew what had happened here in the balcony bedroom...they knew that she had just been fucked! She couldn't endure their licentious stares and rude comments on her disgrace!
But she wanted desperately to go home, so she steeled herself adjusted her clothing and followed Bob down the steep ladder-like staircase. They were all gathered below with drinks, gawking up at her and of course able to look right up under her short skirt as she descended.
"You're looking great, doll," the one called Rich said familiarly, draping his arm around her shoulder. "I hope old Bob threw a good one into you?"
It was too much. This beast whom she barely knew-lolling over her and speaking to her as though she were some paid whore off the streets-and to think, she had tried to summon him to help her resist Bob's advances! Tammy's ragged nerves exploded. She knocked the glass from Rich's hand and gave him a stinging slap.
"Who do you think you are?" she hissed. "You won't any of you think it's so funny when I have him arrested for RAPING me!" She gestured toward Bob Garson.
There was a moment of stunned silence in the room. Rich looked dumfounded at the shattered glass on the floor, and slowly wiped the drops of whiskey off his face. Then he looked around at his five friends, and the scarlet-haired Milly, and smiled slowly.
"Rape?" he said, running his tongue around his lips to get the last of the whiskey. "Come off it, Tammy. We all saw how you begged Bob for it. I was sitting right next to you, wasn't I?"
"W-what? What are you talking about? He got me drunk!" she cried. "I wasn't feeling well...and then he...he . . . " She stopped and looked at the circle of faces. There was no sympathy for her predicament on any of them. Nothing but cold calculation and disdain. This couldn't be happening, she thought desperately. It was a further nightmare.
"I just gave you what you wanted," Bob agreed. "Didn't you get enough? Now let's not hear any more talk about rape and people getting arrested. Hank here is getting married next week. This is his party, and we're not going to spoil it for him with any police or anything like that. You know what, Hank? I think this girl didn't get enough cock and that's why she's sore at me. I sure gave her everything I had, but she's a mighty hot little bitch in the sack...maybe you could help her out?"
The color was draining rapidly from Tammy's flushed cheeks. She looked fearfully at Hank, a burly young man who was looking back at her with greedy, lustful eyes. What was happening here? Were these men completely devoid of all moral sense, all compassion?
"You're getting married . . . " she said hoarsely, begging him with her eyes to forget whatever obscene thing he was thinking of. "Y-You wouldn't want to cheat on your fiancee?"
By way of answer, Hank drained the last of his drink. He put the glass down and rubbed his hands together. "I'm not married, yet!" he winked lewdly and the others laughed. "I reckon you'll just have to have me arrested along with old Bob, because I sure am gonna get in that pussy of yours, just like he did!"
Her senses reeled at the enormity of his gross announcement that he, too, intended to have sexual relations with her. She thought of running, screaming, perhaps falling on her knees and begging them to stop this cruel game they were playing with her. She bitterly regretted now that she had lost her temper with Rich. In a moment she was to regret it even more!
"Don't forget I got something coming from her, too!" Rich grinned with evil satisfaction. "Damn it, Bob called it right from the beginning. She's a stuck-up cunt who needs to be taught a good lesson! Come on, you guys, let's get the cunt's clothes off and see what she's got that she thinks is so special!"
Waves of dizziness washed over Tammy's quivering form as the six men began to remove the clothing she had hastily donned only a few minutes before. She thought for a second she would faint-indeed, she would have welcomed such merciful oblivion-but it was not to be. As her panties were pulled down over her rounded, quaking buttocks she turned her fear-stricken face desperately towards Milly.
The woman was sprawled on a couch waiting and watching with cynical amusement as they stripped Tammy. Milly herself was wrapped only in a big fluffy beach towel. Yet as another female, the helpless girl thought, she must understand Tammy's agony and rescue her from the vicious, drunken crew of brutes.
"Milly," she sobed pathetically, tears streaming down her cheeks as the last garments were ripped from her and she was forced to stand there naked in the center of the room. "For Pete's sake, Milly, run...get help...don't let them do this. I'm a good girl, Milly. I-I-I was a VIRGIN!"
The older woman's emotions were mixed. It was impossible not to feel a shred of sympathy for the kid, the way she was shaking and crying as they fondled her bare ass and pinched her tits. But it was also impossible for Milly to understand what Tammy was making all the fuss about. Milly had had a slug of Anisette herself, (not that she needed anything to turn her on, for Pete's sake,) and for the past half-hour she had been in a soporific state of sexual arousal-that warm between the legs feeling that preceded the act, the tingle all over your body that made you feel so damn good. Pretty soon she would get laid, which was all in a night's work for Milly, but a pleasure too.
She also was of the opinion that the haughty blonde girl deserved a lesson in manners. Oh, you bet she'd seen the contemptuous look on Tammy's face when she, Milly, arrived at the party, and the expression of faint disgust when she danced.
These men, now, knew an artist when they saw one-what did this little bitch know? In better days Milly had performed in second-rate burlesque houses. The highlight of her career had been a three-week sting in Reno. Now she was back in her home town, a part time cocktail waitress on the lounge where Bob Garson and his friends hung out, supplementing her income with "entertainment" at lodges and bachelor parties, sometimes outright prostitution. She took excellent care of her once-fabulous body and it was still good...yet her petulant features were warped with jealousy as she surveyed the statuesque young blonde girl-breasts like melons, and just as ripe-a waist a guy could put his hands around, and ass cheeks like two white harvest moons-the supercharged atmosphere of the room was getting to Milly. She could hardly wait to see Tammy get it, get the hell fucked out of her.
"Who do you think you're kidding?" she taunted the paralyzed young girl. "Serves you right if you get screwed silly!" and wriggling lasciviously, she sat forward on the couch to watch, lips parted expectantly.
"Lay her down," Hank directed, and Tammy felt herself lifted and lowered to the floor where she was stretched out on a soft fuck rug, her long hair streaming out around her white shoulders. Her breasts heaved tremulously as she felt the alien hands running over them, pinching at her nipples until they pointed straight up to the ceiling like twin red darts. Her horrified expression gradually changed to one of helpless resignation. There was absolutely nothing she could do now but to submit to their sadistic attack...having been through it once, she at least knew what to expect. She supposed she should be thankful for that small blessing.
Her resistance broken, she closed her eyes as she felt her thighs being remorselessly pulled apart to expose her already ravished cunt to the lewd gaze of everyone in the room.
CHAPTER FIVE
As Milly crouched there on the couch above Tammy's spread eagled form, her own excitement mounted rapidly at the sight of the hands of Hank and Rich beginning to lewdly and seductively fondle the young girl's pale skin.
"Spread your, legs out!" Rich ordered, his eye glinting cruelly. Obediently, the helpless young blonde opened her thighs a few more inches.
"Wider!" Hank instructed. "I want to see that little pussy!"
"I can't," she whimpered. "Please...no. . . . "
Rich then simply took her knees and forced them roughly apart. She groaned as her already taut thigh muscles were stretched almost beyond endurance and the full plane of her crotch was exposed to their leering gaze. The soft puffy flesh of her cuntal slit was still an angry red from the bruising assault of Bob Garson just a few minutes before.
"Just wait till I sink my cock in that!" Hank winked. "That little bitty hole is gonna be stretched about two inches!"
Shit, Milly thought, how it was turning her on to watch them humiliate Tammy in this lewd manner. If the girl was as innocent as she claimed, she must be really ashamed...she certainly had never been more naked or exposed than she was right now! She was crying again as she lay between the two men, forced to endure their vile remarks and crude caresses without any hope of resisting against what was being done to her.
Now Rich was thrusting his middle finger right up into Tammy's tightly clenched vagina, spreading aside the curling blonde hairs that were still moist and sticky from the secretions of her earlier encounter. As he felt the sensitive flesh contract under his touch, Rich grinned and pushed the stiff finger through the elastic circle that guarded her pussy flesh.
Another one of the men, Kyle, sat down beside Milly and slipped his hand up under her sarong-wrapped beach towel, running it along her inner thigh. The redhead hummed softly with carnal excitement, her belly was vibrating hotly as she stared at the licentious scene on the rug. She was dimly aware of Kyle's hands sliding around the globes of her buttocks and gently fingering the deep cleft between them. She gasped as he lifted the towel away from her hot loins and she felt the air strike her naked buttocks. She rocked sensuously back and forth on the edge of the couch, catching the corded edge of the cushion in the slit between her legs, while she heard Kyle's zipper open, and rustle of his clothing.
"Hurry up," she whispered, her eyes fixed on Tammy's white thighs and the tempting pubic triangle where Rich's middle finger played freely among the sparse soft hairs. "I'm so damned hot I can't stand it!"
Abruptly, the rigid tip of Kyle's cock touched her leg and she shivered expectantly at the velvety touch. He put his hands on her hips and hoisted her into a kneeling position on the couch so that she could continue to watch the trio on the floor while he fucked her dog fashion. When she felt his cock jab her again, the eager Millie reached back through her legs and grasped the swollen member. She guided it into position until the hard, throbbing head was pushing aside the little ridges of flesh on each side of her moist warm cunt. He leaned forward, applying steady pressure and it popped through the opening and slid all the way up into her churning belly in one long easy surge
"Ooooh, that's it!" she moaned delightedly, wriggling her ass.
"Shove it in all the way, honey!"
Kyle complied, ramming his lust aroused penis in just as far as it would go. Then, as he began to rotate it high inside her, she grunted contentedly and began pushing her buttocks back against his loins in a grinding motion. Soon they had established an easy rhythm that brought ecstatic little moans from deep in Milly's throat as she watched to see what they were doing to Tammy. Hank was biting and nuzzling animal like at the smooth white mounds of her breasts that were erect under his roughly kneading fingers. Rich now had inserted three of his fingers up into her vagina, causing her to wince and gasp with pain as he increasingly stretched the still tiny opening. As he rummaged expertly around inside her cunt his fingers grew increasingly wet and slippery with her secretions.
"She's getting wet already," he remarked to Hank. "Bob was right, she is a hot little bitch!"
Tammy gritted her teeth. She had become adjusted now to the pressure and the crude enlarging of her narrow pussy slit, and gradually it even began to feel pleasant. Delicious little shivers of excitement radiated outward from her lewdly impaled vagina and she felt herself powerless to stop them. Meanwhile, Hank further aroused her prurient emotions by his delicious sucking of her nipples which made her breasts feel swollen and heavy, and tingly all over. Rich's vulgar words only partly shocked her out of this euphoric state and she soon lapsed back into the sheer enjoyment of having her taut body played upon like an instrument by the two men at once.
"Is she hot enough to fuck?" Hank asked, raising his head from Tammy's berry-like right nipple.
"Just about any time," Rich was breathing heavily. "She's widening out, I can feel it. . . " He withdrew his fingers from Tammy's well-dilated vagina.
"Man, let me in there," Hank said eagerly.
"Hey, me first, Buddy. I'm the one she splashed the whiskey on!"
"Hell, what're we arguing about," Hank said practically. "We'll both take her at once, me in the front and you in the back!"
Rich grinned sadistically. "Now you're talking. I like it!"
Milly gasped as the full impact of their conversation penetrated through the red-hot haze of passion that enveloped her alcohol drugged body as Kyle's cock pummeled her from behind. Shit, were they going to fuck and sodomize her...both at once? Milly had seen plenty, but never before such a degenerate, unnatural act as that, and the thought that it would take place right here in front of her raised her own lust to a peak. She waggled her obscenely undulating buttocks ever faster in guilty excitement as Kyle sent his lust glazed shaft pistoning into her with longer, swifter strokes.
Rich and Hank began to strip in preparation for their lewd violation of the trembling, sobbing girl who only dimly understood what they planned to do.
Something awful, she sensed that much. Something which would humiliate her even more deeply than what had happened so far.
"Turn her over on her belly!" Rich instructed Hank. Obediently Hank took her shoulders and rolled her over until she lay face down on the soft rug. Rich stood in the wide vee of her outstretched legs. His huge, long blueveined cock jutted out from the patch of dark hair at his loins and Milly blinked in horrified amazement. He would split the girl in half if he tried to put that in her ass hole.
Tammy must have received a premonition from the figure which stood over her, leering down at her quivering white buttocks, for she suddenly tried to scramble to her feet.
"Hold her down!" Hank yelled, removing his last article of clothing and jumping to help Rich subdue the helpless young girl. They forced her down on to the rug again and Hank held her by the shoulders. She sobbed hopelessly, but offered no further resistance as Rich knelt up between her thighs and began to massage the smooth, tightly held flesh of her thighs with his hands. Finally he reached the interior of her thighs, moistened by the liquid which had seeped from her already aroused cunt during his earlier fondling.
He took a cheek of her buttocks in each hand and carefully drew the quivering mounds apart to expose the tiny puckered ring of Tammy's anus.
Milly reacted involuntarily to the naked exposure of the indecent little aperture by screwing her own throbbing cunt back on Kyle's rigidly thrusting cock with a convulsive motion that made him gasp.
As she felt her buttocks being drawn relentlessly apart, Tammy moaned and tried to clench them together again, but her strength was not sufficient. Inevitably, the twin cheeks parted and the obscene little ring of sensitive anal flesh was bared again, causing Rich to pull his breath in sharply. Frowning with concentration he bent over the prostrate girl and probed at her rectum with his middle finger. Tammy gave a start and a sob of pain as the unexpected intruder jabbed into the rubbery opening.
Her buttocks pulled together and she pressed her pelvis down against the unyielding surface of the rug and the floor in a useless effort to escape from the painful invasion of her ass. Rich placed his left hand on her heaving buttocks to hold her still while with his middle finger he widened her miniscule opening and then thrust forward to the first knuckle.
"Oh, pleeeease, you can'tttttt!" she begged. She moaned piteously as he reamed the opening of her anus mercilessly with his finger, to prepare it for the ultimate entry of his lust stiffened penis. With his other hand he stroked his turgid blood engorged cock, pulling the foreskin back to expose the large bulbous tip.
Milly watched in carnal fascination. The monstrous thing would never fit into Tammy's tiny puckered anus, even after his stretching and enlarging motions of his finger! She looked on, transfixed, as Rich spread the defenseless girl's buttocks wide apart, withdrawing his finger.
He inserted the thick full length of his rigid cock into the crevice of her buttocks, the hard tip resting on the tiny throbbing ass hole. He leaned forward, pressing into her back and aiming the rigid pole directly into the fear clenched orifice of her rectum.
Milly groaned to herself as she watched the monstrous staff pop suddenly up through the tight elastic ring of flesh. The tautly-stretched anal ring seemed to enfold and encase the dull reddish tip of Rich's mouth of his penis, and his face was slack and smiling with lust as he watched his thick blue veined instrument disappear into the incredibly tiny opening. He pushed his hips down hard and rammed his staff in her halfway to its hilt. Tammy screamed out again in pain and thrust her long white legs out ineffectually on either side of him in her struggle to escape his cruelly pinioning cock.
She bucked and twisted under him, trying to dislodge his cock from her anus and to throw him off, but she succeeded only in working the lewdly skewering shaft deeper into her body. She gasped, jerking spasmodically a few more times and then lying still to ease the hurt of the unnatural presence in her anus. Each movement of her body served only to further painfully stretch the tiny sheath.
"Sheeeeeittt! What a tight little asshole!" Rich exclaimed. When she had quieted beneath him he lunged forward again and this time his huge cudgel slid unimpeded to its entire length into the warm rubbery cavern. The erotic sensation was indescribable-he could hardly wait to start fucking her in the ass. He seized her soft hips and raised her to her knees, bending her supple body to better position her for his lewd enjoyment. He flexed his pelvis and began to stroke smoothly into her.
Each time he thrust, a groan of pain and humiliation burst from deep within her quivering chest.
Her heavy breasts swung under her elevated body like great round pendulums and Hank, lust crazed by the couple's obscenely unnatural position, eagerly played with her hard little nipples as he waited impatiently to get at her.
"Hurry up and turn her over," he snapped to Rich, who nodded in a preoccupied manner. Rich encircled Tammy's belly with his arms and holding her tightly against him, he went over on his side in a rolling motion, pulling the impaled girl backwards and on top of him. His thick pulsing cock remained imbedded deep in her rectum as she lay now on her back, her legs flung out obscenely over his and a continuous tortured cry issuing from her contorted lips.
"Damn, look at that," Hank muttered excitedly, "right in position!" He immediately clambered over her splayed out legs and straddled Rich's knees. Without further preliminaries he shoved her thighs still wider apart and grasped his thick aching cock in his hands. Her wet, rosy cuntal slit lay completely open to him and he plunged his lust engorged rod of flesh up into it and enthusiastically began to fuck her.
She gasped loudly and she felt the long hard instrument slide into her naked belly, lubricated by Bob Carson's semen that still pooled inside her. She sobbed from the hurt and utter shame of the perverted act they were performing on her defenseless young body as she lay sandwiched between the two men with their cocks rammed into her anus and her cunt.
Both males labored furiously over the cringing form of the young blonde. Hank smacked resoundingly into her velvety wet pussy while under her Rich jabbed upward into her spongy rectum with cruelly punishing strokes. Only the thinnest partition of flesh separated the two cocks that pummeled her, and soon the men had established a regular rhythm.
Milly was transfixed by the unbelievable sight of the beautiful blonde girl being fucked and sodomized at the same time. From her vantage point on the couch she could see everything, every inch of the long glistening wet cocks as they slid in and out of Tammy's widespread loins. She could see the puffy lips of the girl's cock stretched cunt as they were drawn apart each time Hank pulled out on the backstroke and then forced in again by the suction of his massive rod as it plunged downward, into her soft belly. Her forever stretched anus clasped Rich's penis with rubber elasticity as he fucked her for all he was worth.
Then, the seemingly impossible happened.
The protesting whine of pain, which had been forced almost continuously from Tammy's wet lips, began to change in its tone. At first the difference was almost impossible to detect. Then, as the low whimpers burst from deep in her throat, there could be no mistaking the excited, passionate pleading. TAMMY WANTED IT!!
The snotty little blonde bitch was loving it!
Perhaps her desire sprang from some self-punishing motive, caused by the complete and subservient degradation of her position. Or it may have been that the Anisette she had consumed still inflamed her racing blood and tormented her nerve ends with prurient enjoyment. Whatever, she was obviously now beginning to enjoy being nearly fucked to death between the two men. As the fire in her white loins mounted, her hips twitched spasmodically and then she began deliberately pushing her pelvis down to meet Rich's cock ramming into her asshole and then thrust it up so as to swallow every inch of Hank's rigidly swollen penis in her steaming pussy.
She began to moan ecstatically, grinding her buttocks wildly in synchronization with their plunges into her gaping cunt and anus. Rich and Hank bounced her between them like a jerking rag doll as they increased the incredibly further pace of their sexual assault, and the lewd trio grunted, moaned and coughed in their throes of abandonment to carnal pleasure.
Milly's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as she watched the helpless girl's once proud and inviolate body writhing in the torments of unfulfilled desire...the fire in her white hot loins building toward a volcanic explosion of demented lust.
An eerie stillness settled over the room, broken only by the hoarse panting of the trio who rolled on the fuck rug, locked together in unnatural embrace.
Tammy was near, very near, to her climax, and almost out of her mind with desire. "I'm cummmming!" she rasped out hoarsely to her twin lovers. "Oh, oh, nuts, it's happening again, I'm ccuuuummmminggg!" her body convulsed and her white legs Hailed out and mingled with those of the two men in a wild tangle. It seemed to the watchers that her orgasm would never stop. She wailed in a throbbing scream of ultimate satisfaction as her long golden hair whipped from side to side in time with her bobbing head. Finally her sweat-streaked face lolled back, and the two men sensed that she was totally theirs...they had beaten both her body and her mind and subjugated her completely to their wills. They themselves could hold back no longer, and at almost identical seconds they jammed her frantically clasping cunt and asshole with their erupting cocks, pumping torrents of hot, creamy semen deep into both openings until her naked white belly was flooded with their lewd male sperm and it leaked from around their wet, slippery cocks and oozed slowly from Tammy's anus and pussy to puddle on the rug beneath the intertwined legs of the three. They lay in this Final climactic position for a few seconds, grunting like animals, and then they slowly began to separate themselves. Hank rolled away from the girl, his shiny, wet cock popping out of her cunt with a low lewd sucking noise.
Tammy lay quietly atop Rich, his cock still penetrating her anus. Her blue eyes were half-closed and there was a glazed look on her face. Her legs were still thrust widely apart and Milly could see the soaked and matted blonde hairs of her vagina, framing the sticky wet slit. From the asshole below, the thick stump of Rich's cock still protruded obscenely.
Milly was now in a frenzy of sexual arousal from the sight of innocent, goody-goody Tammy turned into a sex-crazed madwoman who had actually begged the two men not to stop fucking her. Well, she'd got her fill of cock and then some, and now it was Milly's turn.
"Come on, lover!" she panted to Kyle. "Mama is soooo hoooot, honey. Fuck me. . . fuck me harder!"
Kyle was more than ready to empty his load into Milly's throbbing little belly right now. He'd only held back to join her in watching the climax of the wild three way affair and to see the stuck up little bitch get in. Damn, when he finished with Milly here, he believed he'd just have a go at that hot little Tammy himself. These erotic thoughts swept through his brain as he pounded into Milly's seething, grinding cunt with sledgehammer strokes. His heavy hairy balls slapped against the plump upturned cheeks of her ass and he grabbed her waggling buttocks and held the bucking woman down as he felt the hot dash of his sperm start low down in his lust tightened balls and come pumping up through his hard bursting cock.
"Now!" she moaned. "I'm cumming,. . . now, now, NOW!" He thrust far into the secret recess of her womb and forced his cum into her in a steady stream that bathed her inner passage with the lewd sticky fluid. Her own secretions flooded the well-lubricated channel as she went into the throes of her galvanic orgasm and her cunt spasmed to suck hungrily at his shaft and milk it of the last drops of the hot cream.
Tammy opened her eyes fully at that moment and saw them in their moments of climax and her own ravished belly quivered again with excitement as her astonished eyes drank in the lewd sight.. . the man hunched over Milly's swaying buttocks locked tightly in her crotch by the long white spear like cock that he was now slowly pulling out of the woman's pulsing wet slit. Before her eyes the enormous cock began to deflate and shrivel until it no longer stood out straight from the man's loins but hung at an obscene angle.
A drop of semen remained in the tiny opening at the tip of Kyle's penis and Tammy shivered uncontrollably as she thought that the sperm of three men now co-mingled within her belly. Oh how she had been deceived...all those warnings about sex...those dire things that would happen to the girls who indulged in the forbidden pastime prior to marriage. Why, oh why had no one told her how indescribably good it felt to have a man's cock up inside you. There was nothing like it in the world. It was the ultimate in sensations, the very peak of absolute ecstasy! She had, truly, been taught a lesson tonight, but not exactly the lesson her teachers had had in mind.
Hank's bachelor party went on and on into the night, with frequent changes in sexual partners. As there were only two woman to satisfy the six men, Tammy was kept very busy all night. As she became more and more willing, even eager, to be screwed by Bob's friends, they forgot their earlier disdain of her. She even developed a sort of companionship or sisterhood with the whore, Milly, as the drunken orgy reached its climax sometime in the early hours of Sunday morning. And the indescribably lewd proceedings were recorded on film by Bob Garson who got out his camera and made photographs of the fucking couples in every conceivable position.
Tammy was dimly aware of the exploding flash bulbs but it seemed of little significance at the time, indeed it did not stop for even a second the mad gyrations of her body as she sought to reach again and again that peak of ecstasy into which she had been initiated just a few hours earlier.
At last, with everyone asleep or passed out, and the sun coming up behind the cabins, Tammy finally stumbled warily home to her own bed. She did not even undress, simply tumbled down onto the lumpy mattress and pulled the covers over her. She did not awake until late afternoon.
When her heavy eyelids fluttered open, Tammy did not at first remember anything of the previous night, until she stretched sleepily and her aching muscles and bruised, ravaged body brought back the full horror in a rush of cruel memory. As she thought of the things she had done at the party, and what had been done to her, she knew she ought to be filled with revulsion. Yet she was not, and this fact alarmed and puzzled her more than anything else. She had been humbled, yes, but that was not the reason she felt shamed. She was ashamed to admit to herself that she had been pleased...she had been satisfied!! ! What would become of a girl with such depraved and unwholesome ideas? What was her course to be now? Could she return to her former quiet, correct life as if nothing had happened?
She eased herself gingerly from the bed and tugged off her soiled rumpled clothing, flinging it into a corner. She ran her long slim fingers tenderly over her abused body...oh how those men had used her. . . it was not to be believed that one woman could absorb so much degradation...so much COCK! The vile word jolted her awakening consciousness as she walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on full force. Later, when she had cleaned herself up and thoroughly douched out her sperm-soaked vagina, she slipped her robe on over her naked flesh and went into the kitchen to put on some coffee. A glance at the clock revealed that it was five o'clock a lost weekend! She saw that the visitors' cars were still parked around Bob's house...no doubt they were still sleeping off the party over there.
Strangely, she could not find it in herself to hate Bob Garson, nor Rich nor Hank, or any of the others. She realized that her pride, her untouchability, had been a challenge to their male egos they simply could not resist. They thought that no woman was really pure, or at least that no woman could stay pure when tempted to the extremes of sexual desire. Well, it seemed they had proved their case.
But if she did not hate them, neither did she want to join their easy-going lazy way of living, frittering their time away with endless partying and casual sex. Tammy's all-consuming wish to improve her position, to be someone in this hard, cold world, was not altered one bit. They had stolen from her the trump card of virginity with which she had hoped to coax a proposal from Jim Blake, but there was more than one way to skin a cat, as her grandmother's old expression went. Maybe she now possessed another attribute which would be even more effective-just as long as Jim never found out that she had slept with other men.
As she sipped her coffee, Tammy was surprised to find herself ravenously hungry. She went to the refrigerator and brought out a small ham and a carton of eggs. She was starving!! !
CHAPTER SIX
When she entered the office the following morning at the regular hour, Tammy had the uncomfortable feeling that she must somehow look different, and that just by seeing her, her co-workers would immediately guess what had happened. It was absurd, of course, but she couldn't get rid of the feeling.. . as though her shameful behavior had somehow branded her forever.
Andrew Blake did not return to his office until Wednesday morning, having been in town because of Jim's departure to Europe. He greeted Tammy warmly.
"You look very striking today," he complimented her. "That fresh air at Franklin Beach is making you more ravishing than ever, Tammy!"
"Why, Mr. Blake," she murmured demurely. "I'm surprised that you notice things like that."
"Why shouldn't I notice pretty girls? I'm not exactly over the hill yet, you know," he reminded her with a smile.
"Oh, well, of course not! I only meant that...well, with so many important business matters on your mind. . . . "
"First things first," he answered firmly, with a twinkle in his steely blue eyes. "Why do you think you got this job, Tammy. I had plenty of applicants with qualifications as good, or better, but when I saw you, I said to myself: I must have that beauty in my office, I'll be the envy of every executive in town!"
"Oh, Mr. Blake...I never dreamed that my looks had anything to do with it." Tammy was flustered and distressed. "I wanted to be the very best worker that you ever had, that's all!"
"Don't worry. You've been that, too! Well, did any important mail come in while I was away?" Dismissing the subject of Tammy, he turned on his desk where she had neatly arranged all the matters that required his attention.
Of all the people in the office, he sensed that I am different, Tammy marveled. The unexpected praise from her boss had brought a becoming little flush of embarrassment to her cheeks. She was, of course, eager for Andrew Blake's approval because she still hoped to become his daughter-in-law!
Already, she thought as she drove home on Friday afternoon, almost one week of Jim's trip has gone by. Nine more are left,. . . I must keep busy!
Entering the bedroom of her cottage, she quickly peeled off her dress and high-heeled pumps and reached for a pair of shorts. How quickly one fell into the habit of casual clothing at Franklin Beach. As she was easing a knit T-shirt over her shoulders she heard the screen door bang, and a cheerful whistle.
As Tammy's head emerged from the neck of the shirt she saw Bob Garson standing in her bedroom doorway, grinning wolfishly at her.
"You might at least knock!" she exclaimed, annoyed, and hastily arranged the shirt over her brassiere and began to zip the shorts up.
"This is me-good neighbor Bob," he reminded her. "I didn't think you and I had to stand on formality! Not any more, anyway." He winked lewdly at her and she blushed at the memory of the wild night at Bob's place and found to her amazement that her body was tingling all over with excitement.
Bob locked his arms behind her back, squeezing her buttocks, and kissed her hard, his tongue driving impudently into her mouth.
"That's better," he muttered as he pulled her pelvis forward and pressed his to it. "I just came over to tell you that I'm leaving early in the morning to drive to town for Hank's wedding. I'm an usher, see. I thought maybe you'd like to go along.. . I know you're not on the guest list, but they've got a couple of hundred guests coming and I'm sure I could squeeze you in."
The idea of attending Hank's wedding-seeing him married to some poor dumb girl-when she remembered Hank's burly naked body lying on top of hers with his cock embedded deep in her belly-it was simply too incongruous for words! She would never have the nerve to crash a big wedding in the first place, and certainly not under these grossly humiliating circumstances!
"Well, thank you very much, Bob," she said sweetly, disengaging his arms and walking into the living room, "but I'm afraid I'll have to pass up Hank's wedding. There are some things I have to do around here this weekend. Do give him my congratulations, though."
"Okay," he followed her. "Still Miss Stuck-up, eh? I thought we cured you of that the other night, but I see you need more treatment!"
Tammy smiled at him, running the tip of her rosy tongue provocatively around her mouth. She didn't dare let him know how much his presence and his bantering words excited her. . . she hoped he wouldn't notice the shameful way her thighs were quivering...she'd learned her lesson only too well, it seemed, but she must impose limits on herself in this new and thrilling world of sex!
"Yes," she said huskily. "You run along now, and perhaps I'll come over sometime for more of the treatment!"
"Damn you," he shook his head. "You drive a guy right up the wall, Tammy. I've got half a notion to skip the wedding and spend the weekend with you!"
"But you couldn't let your buddy Hank down," she pointed out, opening the door for him. "Have a nice time in town, and I'll see you later."
Smiling to herself, Tammy moved into the kitchen to prepare her supper. She looked forward to a peaceful, enjoyable weekend with Bob Garson away. She could sun herself on his dock both Saturday and Sunday, work around her place without fear of interruption. Sometimes it was good to be alone, after all.
Saturday night was not one of those times, however...at least not for a beautiful girl of twenty four. Saturday night, and here was Tammy Clark again without a date, watching the movie on TV. It would indeed serve Jim Blake right if she found herself another man while he was away...if only there was another one around like Jim, with as much money, good looking, and all the rest of it. She relaxed in a big chair, only half-listening to the TV set, lulled almost to sleep by the hornet-like whine Of speedboats on the water.
As Tammy sprawled out with her legs flung over the arms of the big chair, she was fortunately completely unaware that outside the cottage an intruder observed every move she made. Chuck Morrow was so gripped by impatient excitement tonight that he had twice nearly given his presence away. Once by tripping and once by stepping on a branch. But she had apparently heard nothing as he moved from window to window to get a peek at various angles of Tammy's firm voluptuous young body.
Just now he was positioned where he could look directly up her creamy thighs to the wide spread crotch of her brief shorts. The shorts had hiked up to a height that showed clearly the elastic leg band of her white underpants, and it was on this spot that Chuck's gleaming black eyes were locked. He had seen her before without a stitch of clothing-indeed, he visited her cottage nightly and would wait with utmost patience for such a view of the young blonde, but he found Tammy with clothing were nearly as enticing as without.
He could think of how it would be when he took the shorts off her, and then the silky panties...lowering them slowly so that the dark shadowed "vee" of hair would be uncovered inch by inch. He shivered in lewd anticipation and shifted his feet. His heavy cock lay distended and rigid against the bulge of his lower abdomen. It had been achingly hard ever since he got within fifty feet of the little cabin where the girl waited alone...for Chuck.
If Chuck was crazy, and many people thought he was, then he was, as they say, "crazy like a fox". He was smart enough to know, for instance, that Bob Garson was gone for the weekend and that there was no one in the house on the other side. He knew that it was un-likely anyone would be coming to visit Tammy this late. So far the only person who'd come at all was Jim Blake, and Chuck knew that he was gone, too.
Chuck had had mixed feelings about the beautiful blonde-haired girl. She had seemed to him like some kind of princess, untouchable, maybe too good for him...that is, until last week when he had seen her enter the cabin next door. Chuck had also watched much of what had transpired after she went inside and he was not worried now about fucking her. He was just in a hurry to do it. He had been a little disillusioned to find out she was no princess, after all, but that meant it need not trouble his conscience when he got into her pants.
In the winter, when there were no vacationers at the lake, Chuck paid a monthly visit to a local house of prostitution. He was quite sure Tammy could, and would, do anything the whores did. Breathing quickly, he touched his back pocket to make sure the creased, dirty envelope was still there, then he glided soundlessly toward her front door and rapped lightly with his hardened, battered knuckles.
Inside, Tammy gave a startled little leap. Damn, she thought, who in the world can that be, at 1 O'clock?
Not frightened, but perhaps a bit apprehensive, she swung her legs to the floor and went to answer the knock.
"Oh, Chuck!" she managed a smile. But there was clear annoyance in her tone. She supposed he had come to ask about work, and it was certainly a very unsuitable time. Well, she would let him mow the grass tomorrow, as she had promised.
"Evenin', Ma'am. Sure is a nice warm night. I just saw your light was on and thought I'd stop by."
"About cutting the grass? Yes, any time you're free, Chuck, will be fine."
"That. . . and a coupla other things. Can I come in?" As he asked, he put his hand on the door handle as if sure the answer would be yes. She was rather taken aback, but stepped aside to let him enter. Now that she had seen him a few more times, his appearance was not quite so startling to her, and he seemed to be accepted by all the other summer people.
"Just for a few minutes. I'm going to bed quite soon," she stipulated, remaining where she was. It didn't seem necessary to invite Chuck to sit down, she felt.
He appeared neither to notice nor to mind this discourtesy. In fact, she thought, Chuck seemed rather indifferent tonight, more sure of himself. . . his movements were purposeful and energetic, rather than his usual shambling gait.
"Fact is, Miss Clark," he said, "I been meanin' to pay you a visit. I know you're always sittin' here by yourself-how come you don't never have any dates, pretty as you are?"
Tammy was completely taken aback by this line of questioning from the handyman, and she felt the first little quiver of dread when she realized how alone she really was, with no one near her but this rustic giant.
"That's my affair, Chuck, wouldn't you say?" she attempted to be cool and cut off any further talk along this dangerous path. "You know that Jim Blake is a good friend of mine. When he's away
I don't go out on dates with others."
Chuck's near toothless grin widened knowingly. "You was over to Bob Garson's last weekend."
Now the trapped girl began to feel a rising panic, but was determined to remain master of this absurd situation.
"How did you know that?" she demanded angrily! Surely...surely Bob would not have told the story to this gossiping nitwit!
"Oh, I know just about ever'thing that goes on round Franklin Beach. I do a lotta work for Mr. Garson," Chuck took a stop deliberately closer to the tensely standing girl, his eyes hungrily devouring the shapely contours of her body that was so tall for a woman, nearly as tall as his. "He's the only one don't pay me in cash. Sometimes he don't have much cash laying around."
"H-how does he pay you then?" Tammy was quite sure he was leading up to something, but she could not quite comprehend whether it was an appeal for money, or what.
"Well, he takes nice pictures. He gives me nice pictures, for my cabin."
"I think you should insist on money, Chuck," she said Firmly. "He's taking advantage of you. I'm sure Mr. Garson can afford to pay, at least as well as I can."
Chuck's big ham-like hand was going to the back pocket of his stained pants. He drew out a filthy yellow envelope. "Yeah, but I kin make enough money off the others. The pictures he gives me are special. I'd rather have them . . . " He bent back the flap of the envelope and pulled out a thick stack of small glossy prints. "He lets me pick out the ones I like."
With crashing impact, Tammy's memory of last weekend returned in shart, bitter detail. Bob Garson had taken pictures of the party! Not at the beginning, but very late when Tammy herself was in such a state of drunkenness and disarray that she little knew or cared what he did with the camera. But he couldn't-wouldn't-be so foolish as to show Chuck Morrow these pictures-or would he?
Her shaking hand extended to take the photos from Chuck's brown paw. She didn't want to look, but she had to know, she had to see what they were! A glance at the one on top told her that they were pornographic, as she had feared. Filthy, disgusting snapshots of men and woman making love! But not, thank goodness, of last Saturday night. She leafed through them rapidly, how horrible of Bob to corrupt this poor dim-witted creature by giving him such salacious material. Imagine the effect on a man of studying these erotic poses. . . even she herself was getting uncomfortably warm and tingly as she turned over picture after picture of gaping crotches and hairy male genitals...every perversion delineated in black and white clarity. Suddenly...she dropped the pictures and Chuck quickly scrambled to retrieve them from where they had scattered on her living room floor.
"You're just comin' to the best ones," he promised lewdly, his horrible smile creasing his face.
Tammy drew a shuddering breath. The picture she had just picked up was of Milly and Kyle...unmistakably taken last Saturday night! She took the one that Chuck was now pressing into her fingers. The room seemed to sway as she held it to the light. It was a photograph of herself, naked, lying on her back...a naked male figure was between her outstretched legs.. . his head was at her crotch, licking. She let it flutter to the floor, wordless, and Chuck held another one right under her horrified unbelieving eyes. In this one, another man (she couldn't even remember his name!) lay on top of her with his cock sunk so deeply in her cunt that only the stump of it could be seen protruding from his loins. Someone else's hands were massaging her breasts, her head was thrown back, her back arched...oh, no, no, no! Her life was crashing in ruins about her. How could she have forgotten that these photographs were taken that night? She should have insisted that Bob destroy them...where were her wits? She should have burned down the cabin, and all the filth with it! For one abandoned night of pleasure she had traded everything that was worthwhile in her life.
"Chuck," she held out her hands in pleading supplication. "Please, you must destroy those. Please give them to me. You don't understand what happened! They invited me to a party, they gave me too much to drink. Will you give me the pictures of myself?"
"They're the best ones," Chuck shook his head negatively. "I got lots more like these in my cabin, but these two are my favorites...maybe if I ever get tired of lookin' at 'em."
The two photographs were already covered with dirty thumbprints and Tammy sensed that it might be a long time before Chuck tired of looking at them. Yet she must prevail on him, she simply could not afford to have this visual record of her debauchery circulating anywhere. It was unthinkable...suppose someone broke into his cabin and found them...stole them? There were other possibilities, all of them just as unacceptable. Simple-minded as he was, Chuck might just go around showing them off! He'd showed them to her, hadn't he?'
"Would you like some coffee before you go, Chuck?" she asked in a friendly tone, meanwhile quickly putting the photographs of herself on the end table and hoping he would not notice as he put the rest back in his pocket.
She cringed inwardly at the necessity to be a hostess to this revolting specimen of manhood as she fixed a bright transparent smile on her face. It was at this moment that Tammy Clark learned, as had others to their sorrow, that the big bear-like man was not so dumb as was commonly supposed.
He saw the little maneuver with the pictures and quietly picked them up. "No coffee," he said, his breath coming faster. "I come for something else, Miss Clark. I come to get some of that lovin' you been handin' out so free!"
"Wh...what do you mean?" she stammered, unable to organize her startled thoughts for the sudden fear pounding in her chest.
Abruptly, Chuck Morrow reached down with both hands and pulled open the front of his pants. Tammy cried out in stunned amazement as his massive penis leapt out at her, its great purplish head throbbing as the little slitted eye seemed to wink up obscenely at her. Again she gasped aloud, stepping hastily backward as she stared at the lewd exhibition of this uncouth creature exposing his penis to her and grinning like a gleeful moron.
"How dare you! How dare you!" she exclaimed, repeating herself in her confusion and lack of words to express the frightful thoughts that tumbled through her brain. "Why, you'll go to jail for this disgusting . . . " she stopped in mid-sentence. Once before, she had threatened a man with a similar fate and the results had been disastrous. Now, she saw that Chuck was not impressed either, nor afraid. He was stroking the giant cock which reared like a gun from his belly...it couldn't be true. . . .
"Didn't know Chuck had anything like that, did you?" he grinned slackly, mistaking her wide-eyed stare for excitement. "You'd be surprised how many women round here seen this cock. Yes, sir, you'd be surprised. Some people calls me crazy, but I'm just as normal as any other man, only bigger, I reckon. I crave my cunt same as any man, and I get right in the best cunts...don't matter to me if they're rich society ladies or who they are! But you're sure the prettiest one of all, Miss Clark.
I never did see a pair of tits on a woman like you got."
This cannot be happening. Tammy said to herself hopelessly, it can't be! She stared wordless at the huge erect member which poked menacingly from beneath the swelling bulge of Chuck's belly. His sweaty, sperm-filled sac joggled, balloon-like, underneath.
"No!" she found her voice again, abruptly. "I won't do it.. . I can't. You must leave right now, Chuck. I-I think I'd rather die than be-be touched by you!" She held her head up in a pathetic show of bravery against his brute male force.
"Don't talk crazy," he kept on smiling and smiling insanely wider. "You ain't gonna die, you're gonna like it. I know you like fucking, I seen you with them others. Don't try to fool me! I tell you, I ain't stupid. I came in here to fuck you and that's what I'm gonna do. And you won't make no trouble about it-not now or not later-cause I know you work for Mr. Blake and I can show him these pictures any time I want to!"
Fuck, fuck, fuck...if he repeated the salacious word again, Tammy thought she'd go clean out of her mind. The very thought of submitting her body to a repulsive degenerate like Chuck Morrow was nauseating. But the pictures.. . he had the pictures! And if Andrew Blake ever saw those snapshots of her letting herself be screwed by various men and obviously enjoying it, she'd almost surely lose her job. That would not be the worst, however. . . there was the unbearable humiliation she would suffer, and the sure knowledge that Andrew would never let his only son marry such a wanton creature.
She was caught like an animal in a steel trap!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Pleeease," she whispered, "don't do this to me. I'm begging you! please don't do this!" Her tear-wet blue eyes pleaded eloquently for mercy.
Chuck was no man with words, no talker. He only understood the simple needs of his body and satisfied these needs as they arose, in the most direct way he could. Right now, his hotly pulsating cock felt like it was about to blow the lid and that was the uppermost thought in his crafty little mind. Against his all-consuming lust for her ripe body, Tammy's tearful plea weighed little. She was going to give him just what he'd seen her give to those others...he, Chuck Morrow, was as much a man as any of 'em...in fact, he was a hell of a lot more man, by several inches! Proudly, he fingered his mighty cock, pushing back the turgid foreskin so that the rubbery-hard tip popped out, a tiny drop of pearly liquid gathering in the little slit.
"Git in the bedroom," he ordered Tammy, turning that way as though he knew the layout of her cabin well. She walked in front of him as one going to the gallows, a prisoner totally without hope of reprieve, with Chuck behind her holding up his slipping pants. As soon as they were in the bedroom he dropped his pants altogether and kicked them aside. His stocky legs were like tree trunks, she saw dazedly, he must weigh over two hundred pounds...how could she stand it? He would kill her! Yet his very size seemed to excite her in a debased, lewd manner, sending little thrills radiating through her loins.
"Now git up on the bed," his breath was coming in choked rasps. She obeyed, well aware that the time for resistance, if there ever had been such a time, was past. She was at his mercy now, compelled to submit to any demands he made of her. With a strange fatalistic calm she lay down full length on her bed.
Chuck could wait no longer. He had been rock-hard for what seemed like hours now...later on he would undress her just the way he had planned. He climbed up on the bed and it groaned and sagged under his weight as he straddled the supine girl, knees at her armpits, his flabby buttocks over her breasts.
The horrendous prick dangled over Tammy's terrified face. Words of protest choked off in her throat before she could utter them, but the tears streaming down her cheeks spoke her desperate plea eloquently. He buried both hands in her mass of blonde hair and pulled her head forward, at the same time guiding the swollen tip of his penis, wet with his secretions, around her lips. Tammy shrank away from him with revulsion, the nauseating taste and smell of his cock nearly causing her to vomit.
"Go on, you know what to do," he said hoarsely, holding her head firmly in position. "Suck it, suck it!"
She did not know how to do it, and instead she naturally tried to twist her head away from the loathsome thing but he would not let her, and at last she gave in suddenly and let her oval red lips fall open to receive the cock that plunged so far down her throat she gagged and thought she would be sick. She seized the thick, hardened rod of flesh at the base and her tongue began almost automatically to move in a swirling, circular motion about the bulbous head.
The taste was. not as awful as she had expected, but rather tangy and strange, in fact, erotic. She continued to lick and suck harder, the very helplessness of her position under him with his lust-swollen cock jammed into her mouth seemed to infect her with a masochistic desire to assist him in his subjugation of herself, and to further her own degradation. She was lost. . . lost!
She could feel the sweaty hairs of his groin brushing her chin as he plowed into her clasping lips. His balls swung gently against her neck, reminding her that they were filled with his lewd male semen for which she would soon be the unwilling receptacle...he would deposit his seed in her mouth and she would be expected to swallow it.. . oh the devil help her.
"Touch my balls!" he commanded his pretty victim, his ecstasy mounting. "Not too hard...just squeeze 'em a little...and suck harder, suck harder."
She sucked with reluctant subservience, because he ordered it and also because she could no longer hold herself back but wanted to suck him to completion. The sour, sweaty smell of Chuck's clothes and body enveloped her and added to her peculiar nightmare of mixed lust and repulsion...she was growing wet between her legs as her own released secretions seeped from her aroused pussy while her head bobbed in lewd rhythm with Chuck's lunges into her straining white throat. Tormented groans erupted from deep within her heaving chest.. . on and on she sucked...at any second now he must ejaculate his lewd sperm into her virgin mouth...what would it taste like? Would it be warm like his balls that she cupped in her hands?
Then, suddenly, an inhuman whine burst from Chuck's lips as he bared his broken yellow teeth in a demoniac grin of fulfillment. He seized her by the hair and jerked her bobbing head to a stop, ramming his cock yet deeper into her moist, wildly sucking lips. The semen shot from the reservoir of his sperm bloated balls to gush into her mouth in high-pressure streams. He felt her now wildly sucking mouth vacuuming the hot liquid from the opening at the tip of his penis, and her throat clench and unclench as she swallowed in great gulps the boiling white cream he was pumping into her. Her cheeks filled and drained as she swallowed continuously and desperately, hungrily emptying his prick until only a dribble of sticky liquid remained. Still she went on nibbling at him, cleaning his softening cock until he at last pulled it from her with a smacking noise.
Tammy whimpered slightly and threshed her hips in frustration. She was now wildly aroused and though he had cum, she hadn't. She squeezed her legs together hard in a vain effort to stem the rising fire that gripped her pubic mound. Chuck continued to kneel astride her, his monstrous glistening prick still erect and hard! He began to work at her clothing, loosening and removing it until she was completely stripped. Then he put his big paw-like hand between her legs and felt her hot moist slit, grinning lasciviously.
"You sure are hot, ain't you? Never did see a woman liked fucking the way you do! Don't you fret, old Chuck'll give you plenty . . . " He began to back downward on her outstretched body, his sticky cock trailing through the cleft between her breasts and over her tense belly until it rested in the "vee" between her thighs.
Tammy's eyes were fixed on the gigantic pole of flesh. She shivered with anticipation...could she ever take that? But she wanted it so badly!
"Put it in me, Chuck," she whimpered, the lewd words tumbling from her passion contorted mouth that was sticky with his sperm. "Make me cum...yes, make me cum!"
Tammy wondered, groggily, how it was possible that Chuck Morrow's prick was still able and ready to fuck again. Certainly she had milked it dry only moments ago...yet, machine like, he was again lowering himself on her and his monstrously throbbing instrument was every bit as large as it had ever been. He placed his hands behind her knees and raised her legs as he forced them achingly wide apart so that her soft, hair fringed coral slit was exposed to his salaciously gleaming eyes and the entire curved plane of her pussy was presented to him as if it were a sacrificial offering.
The young blonde's blood flowed cold as she stared up between her wide-split thighs at his monstrous torso moving inexorably toward the defenseless crevice between her legs. Chuck's heavy cock was only seconds away from ripping into her cringing, quivering body. She froze, then jerked ecstatically as the bulging turgid head found her hungry opening and touched the sensitive, wet flesh.
With the steady pressure of his hips, Chuck inserted the chunky head of his cock a portion of an inch into the moistened lips of her fearfully shrinking cunt, nearly ripping the tight, rubbery flesh.
Tammy jerked wildly and screamed.
As she struggled desperately to kick free of his tremendous bulk and escape from her agonizing impalement on his shaft, he held her down and penetrated yet another inch into her.
"Ooooooh, stop! You're too big! I can't take it! Stop, pleeeeease stop!" It felt as though a red-hot poker had been stuffed into her tortured pussy, the pain was unbearable. Her cruel ravisher merely grunted and pressed forward again...another inch.
She bit her lower lip hard as the giant cock moved crushingly through the folds of her hopelessly resisting pussy. She had begged him to make her cum and Chuck believed this was what she wanted; he didn't understand her fussing. As he dug deeper into her quaking belly, it felt to Tammy as though her inner organs had been crushed. Soon it would be coming out her throat! Then, when she could stand no more, it stopped! Chuck's pelvis smacked resoundingly against the pressed-apart crevice of her buttocks. He was all the way in, imbedded to his pelvis inside her hotly pulsing cunt like some great rutting bull.
He flexed the hard, rubbery head of his penis against the cushiony smooth tip of her cervix and she groaned and bit her lip again. Gradually, her hot throbbing passage was adjusting to the presence of his huge thick cock. Her agony was lessening every second. Sensing her acceptance, he began to slowly revolve his hips, grinding his lust hardened cock down into her nakedly splayed cunt.
Tammy was still amazed that her cunt could swallow the whole thick length of his cudgel. . . perhaps she was even proud that she could take all of him. Now, he increased the pace of his fucking sawing mercilessly into her moist cock-crammed pussy while she whined and groaned her subservience to his lewd plundering.
Miraculously, the pain was subsiding altogether and seeping through her spread-eagled body was another emotion similar to what she had felt when she had taken his penis orally.
The outrageous debasement of her body was again causing odd delight to arise in her helplessly enslaved loins, and she felt little prickles of obscene excitement chasing over her bare skin. She could not hold her hips still. . . they gyrated of their own accord in time with the ever-increasing speed of his cock. Chuck giggled as he felt her body respond and begin to fuck him back, her pelvis pushing upward to seize him on the downstroke and pull him deeper into her seething cunt. Shit, he'd never known anything like this...she was a fucking wonder! And that was for sure! He could do anything he wanted to her now!
He wet his middle finger in the warm secretions that were seeping from her hot little pussy and traced the crevice of her ass cheeks to the tiny puckered anus ring. She shuddered with pleasure as he ran the tip of his finger around the tender, no longer virginal opening. She felt him probe her back there and, suddenly, the finger popped through the tight elastic band of flesh and wormed into the spongy inner flesh. She winced momentarily, and then mewled her acceptance of the invading pressure. His finger sunk in her asshole worked together with the pounding cock in her cunt as an obscene team.
"Oooooohhh, yes, yes!" she heard herself moaning aloud. "It feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me like that!" Her buttocks curned. "Don't stop!" she panted, "Don't ever stop!"
The delicious assault on her cunt and asshole were driving her mad with licentious carnal pleasure. The last twinges of pain had long since left her passion-Filled body and she rolled her head in pure ecstasy. In her young life she had never dreamed that such sensations could come from being fucked against her will...lying under a man she had despised...it was heavenly!
Chuck had begun to drive into her with insane force, jerking his thick cock nearly out of the hot wet sheath clasping it hungrily. Then he was plunging down again until his throbbing balls ached with the pressure that was again mounting deep inside them. He looked down hungrily at his glistening wet cock, sliding smoothly in and out of her sopping cunt that clung to the furiously plundering shaft as if to swallow it whole.
"Oh...harder...harder!" she cried in her debased, lust-inflamed state.
Her dilating womb opened wide to receive his raping member as she flung her hands around his thick torso, nails digging into his spasming buttocks. Brutally, her jerked his middle finger from her stretched anus and thrust her knees back until she was bent nearly double under him, the full plane of her lust-maddened cunt raised and gaping even wider to receive his inhuman jack-hammer strokes. Tammy's beautiful face was twisted and distorted into a sensuous mask of naked lust as her lips opened to emit a low, continuous wail of joy. Her heaving breasts jiggled and swayed with an obscene life of their own as perspiration trickled down the deep cleft between the twin white mounds.
Fiercely, Chuck Morrow rammed his inflated cock to the depths of her rounded belly, feeling warm semen again gathering in his balls for the dash through his throbbing cock, to be deposited in her belly. Now he seized her buttocks, cupping and squeezing the lust yielding flesh and separating the rounded cheeks as he jerked her hard against his thrusting pelvis for the explosion that was coming.
Through her delirious ecstasy, Tammy felt a new sweet pain inside her as the head of his plundering cock flared out suddenly and crushed against her cervix. At the same moment, her legs began to convulse and jerk and her head flailed rapidly from side to side.
"It's going to happen again. . . now! I'm c u m m m m m m m m m i n g , now, now, nowwwwwwwwww!" His cock began to spew torrents of the creamy white liquid into her, bathing her organs in the delicious flow as her own juices poured out to mingle with his sticky sperm in a molten pool.
Never, never, never had there been anything like this! There were no words to describe her feelings as her cunt flowered open to him and released its own secretions into the passion drenched cavern of her pussy. Her legs were extended straight out, toes curling under, her thigh muscles taut as fiddle strings. Then, suddenly, it was over, gloriously completed, and she went limp beneath him, her head lolling backward as his huge cock still squirted a jet that over-flowed her womb and dribbled in thin streams from her clasping cunt-lips to mat stickily in her drenched pubic hair.
Chuck Morrow collapsed forward upon her spent body, his rapidly deflating cock trickling the final dregs of warm, slippery sperm to mingle with her cum. Tammy lay shamelessly splayed out and still, only her pulsing breasts testifying to the pounding of her heart. What had happened to her? She could still scarcely comprehend the devestating chain of events that had brought the vilely uncouth handyman into her bed...but she had to admit she had never dreamed of such utter, complete fulfillment. As Chuck rolled off her and clambered awkwardly to his feet, Tammy couldn't keep her eyes off the flaccid member that now hung down uselessly between his legs...its size was still awesome, even in this state.
He grinned foolishly and proudly at her. "Told ya it was big," he declared, "but you took all of it!"
"Please," she protested as his vulgar words jolted her back to the sickening realization of who she was and who he was and what had happened. "Get out of here. You-you forced me to do it, otherwise, I would never...I could never let you touch me. . . " her voice trailed off in fastidious horror. Was she saying it to convince him, or was she trying to convince herself? What was happening to her?
* * *
On Monday morning she went to a hardware store and purchased heavy slip-bolts for both doors, but when she tried to attach them herself, she could not even get the screws started and was obliged to ask Bob Garson to help her. He brought over an electric drill and quickly installed the bolts.
"Now what's this all about? her neighbor questioned her curiously. "You afraid of being robbed, or are these to keep ME out?"
"Well, perhaps," she smiled teasingly. "Actually-I thought I heard someone prowling around outside the other night, when you were in the city for the wedding, and I, uh, realized that this is a rather lonely spot."
"Probably just Chuck," he said reassuringly. "He's out all night like a cat. . . don't know when the guy ever sleeps."
She felt the color rising in her face and hoped he would not notice her confusion, or did he guess what was the matter. The whole thing was his fault, letting an irresponsible moron like Chuck have those lewd photos...he had put her in bondage. Even the bolts might not keep Chuck out, what could she do but submit again if he renewed his threat to give the obscene pictures to
Andrew Blake? And with his abnormal appetites, he might come to her cabin often. If only she hadn't rented her apartment and could get back into it. . . summer at Franklin Beach was becoming an unending nightmare.
Tammy retired early each night, praying that Chuck Morrow would not come back. Had she known, her worries were all for nothing for next weekend Bob told her that Chuck was in the hospital.
"What?" she exclaimed loudly. Then, in a hasty attempt to avoid suspicion she said, "s-so that's why he never came to cut my grass. What's wrong with him?"
"Seems he was chopping Firewood and got a splinter in his hand. Didn't look after it and it turned to blood poisoning. I guess he just about lost his arm, but they say he's going to be all right, now."
"Well, uh, thank goodness. What a shame.. . and he probably hasn't any money for the hospital bill," she babbled inanely in her relief that Chuck Morrow was laid up at least temporarily.
"Probably not. Let the County pay it," Bob shrugged philosophically. They were lying on the dock and Bob chose at that moment to run his hand under the brief bottom section of her bikini and pat her naked buttock in a suggestive way.
"Stop that!" she commanded, giggling, and immediately rolled over so that he had to remove the offending hand. He promptly inserted it beneath the front of the bikini, causing her to squeal and slap him.
"Cut it out, Bob. I'm going inside anyway-enough for one day."
"Mmmmmmmm. You sure do turn me on, baby. I can't wait to get into your little pussy again. When's it gonna be?"
"Did I say you ever would. . . again?" she demanded severely, enjoying the by-play of words and the sexy feeling of excitement that was growing between her legs.
"Come over tonight," he urged her, eyes on her breasts under the tight, constraining strip of cotton that clearly revealed the outline of her nipples.
"I might," she said, "and then again, I might not!"
She remained in that undecided state for the rest of the day, toying with the idea of letting Bob fuck her again while her good sense told her she should not. In the end, she did not go...perhaps because she saw Stefie Dudley arrive and did not want to put herself on a par with such an obvious, cheap little thing.
Tammy believed she had conquered her baser instincts which had been aroused by the dreadful experiences she had gone through. She was not quite the same, as of course she could never be physically the same, but she did seem to be resuming her old moral outlook that had temporarily deserted her. If only Chuck Morrow did not come back with his blackmailing threats! There must be some means by which she could protect herself against his demands, if she could just think of it. . . but three weeks passed and there was no sign of the handyman around the bay and she began to breathe a bit easier on that score.
Half of Jim's trip had gone by already and she had received three postcards-sent from Rome, Madrid and Paris. This proved he was thinking of her, even while he toured some of the world's most glamorous cities.. . a good sign, she told herself. She simply couldn't give up on Jim now, not after all she had been through, all her disappointment.
It was now approaching mid-July and her temper seemed to fray as the days grew hotter and hotter. The office was air-conditioned but the cabin was not and she longed for the comfort and security of her city apartment as she tossed in her lumpy bed at night, often unable to sleep from the heat. Then, to add to her irritations, her car broke down.
She had noticed that it was not running smoothly and the motor often died when it was idling, but had put off having it checked, foolishly thinking it might be some temporary thing and hating to face a repair bill. On this particular afternoon she came out of the office a little early, in order to stop at the drugstore for some sundries. She had not been able to find a place on the shady side of the parking lot and the temperature in the car must have been well over a hundred. She hastily rolled all the windows down and inserted the ignition key. The motor turned over and died. It would start, but that was all-it would not run more than a few seconds no matter how she pressed the gas pedal. Damn, she muttered viciously to herself and returned to the building to telephone the garage. They agreed to come pick up the car, but could only tow it in tonight, it was too near the closing hour to work on it.
But then how was she to get to Franklin Beach? It was eight miles, a taxi would cost the moon.
Mr. Blake was still in the office, he had had a late appointment with a client. . . .
"Could you possibly give me a lift out to the Beach?" Tammy asked him, "My car has to go to the garage."
"Of course," he replied instantly. "I'll be ready in ten minutes."
It was delightful to relax in a big, luxurious car. . . especially since it had air conditioning. She closed her eyes and let her head drop back on the thickly padded headrest while the deliciously cool air played over her perspiring thighs, caressing them almost sensuously. Even the Franklin Beach road with its ruts and pot-holes felt as smooth as the highway and Tammy found herself wishing the ride did not have to end so quickly. On a personal basis her boss was charming and witty, immediately slipping out of his role as the stern company president. Very soon, however, they arrived at her cottage.
"How did you know which one it was?" she asked him innocently.
"We're directly across the bay from you. I've recognized your car parked here many times. . . and I have binoculars, you know," he smiled.
"Binoculars?" she half-turned around on the seat to face him. "You don't mean. . . ? "
"Oh, well, I'm not a voyeur or anything like that. Once in a while I sweep the shoreline and see you out on the dock, or in the yard." His steel blue eyes rested appraisingly on her fresh, lovely face.
"I want to thank you again," she said. "W-would it be a great deal of trouble for you to pick me up in the morning? My car won't be ready until about noon, they say."
"No, it won't be any trouble."
"Perhaps you'd like to come in for a drink," she suggested then, when he made no move to drive away immediately. She did not really expect him to take her up on the offer, but to her surprise he did, saying that would be very nice.
As she unlocked the door she hoped he wouldn't think her cabin too dowdy. There was a good breeze coming off the water so that it wasn't so insufferably hot as usual. Inviting her boss to have a seat, she moved quickly to the kitchen to bring out ice cubes.
"What do you drink, Mr. Blake?"
"Got some Scotch? Scotch and water is fine."
She did have some very excellent and expensive Scotch that she had bought for Jim's visits. It was his drink, too. She let Andrew Blake see the bottle as she brought the drinks out on a small tray and set the bottle nearby for refills. They sat down tete-a-tete.
Her boss raised his glass to hers. "Cheers!" As they drank, he then said casually, "I didn't know you knew my son."
Tammy felt her cheeks grow warm. "Jim? Yes, we, uh, met at your Christmas party for the staff. How did you--? "
"I guess I should apologize. I did something I had no right to I read your mail. While you were in the kitchen I saw this postcard lying here," he picked up Jim's card from Paris, "and the picture was identical to a card we'd received recently. Naturally, I was curious at the coincidence and I turned it over and saw it was Jim's handwriting. So I'm afraid I read it. Can you forgive me, Tammy?"
"I-I guess there's no damage." she murmured, flustered by this unexpected turn of events, "except that now you. . . " she broke off in mid-sentence, trying to remember what Jim had written on the card. Something suggestive, she was sure, and quite endearing.
"It explains a lot of things, such as why he was always coming down here on weekends. Now I realize that you're the girl he's been seeing. Why have you kept it a secret?"
"It's only a friendship, nothing serious. That is, we are very good friends, but nothing more, and I felt it was a bit awkward because of the business relationship."
"You felt I wouldn't approve? Well, I don't," he stated flatly, emptying his glass and pouring another while she still sipped her first drink. "Oh, not for the reasons you're probably imagining."
"I don't think Jim needs your approval to date someone since he's of age," she remarked. "I thought that sort of thing went out with the Model T."
"I said it wasn't for the reasons you'd think," he reminded her, turning on the couch to face her and slipping his arm over the back of the low piece of furniture, "I don't approve because I'm sure he's not the man for you-not enough man, I should say. Frankly, I'm jealous!"
Momentarily, Tammy could not speak. She could only stare back at his tanned, handsome face. She wasn't even aware that she had raised her drink to her lips until a drop of the pungent Scotch trickled from the corner of her mouth.
"Do you find that shocking?" he asked her, casually. "Am I that distasteful to you?"
"Of course not! Y-you're a very handsome and charming man, Mr. Blake. But you ARE married!"
Andrew moved closer to her and placed his hand over hers as it lay in her lap, between her thighs. Tammy's heart thudded and her breath shortened perceptibly as she shrank back against the cushions. He was smiling, but his eyes were devouring her with hungry lights.
"I'm not apt to forget that I'm married," he said rather bitterly, "although it's only a marriage in the legal sense. Any love there was between us ceased to exist a long time ago. . . . "
THEY ALWAYS SAY THAT, Tammy said to herself. Yet she recalled Florence Blake at the party...one of those cuttingly sarcastic woman fabulously dressed and coiffured, slightly drunk and hopelessly snobbish. Not a woman to hold a vital man like...like Andrew.
"You are the most beautiful, desirable girl I've ever laid eyes on," he continued in a husky whisper, "and I've wanted you since the first hour you came into my office. You're far too much woman for a spoiled kid like my son. He couldn't handle you!"
"There is nothing serious between Jim and I. Nothing such as you're suggesting," she declared weakly.
"Then that proves what I just told you. He's a fool as well."
She felt the palm of his hand moving across the smooth flat plane of her belly and up around her waist as he worked closer, until his broad handsome face was only inches away from hers. The warmth of his hand through the light material of her dress sent a thrill of excitement surging through her blood, but she could not forget his married status, nor the fact that she until this climactic moment, had pictured him as her future father-in-law. But, he WAS much more a man than Jim, and he was not so old...late forties, and in supreme condition thanks to his golfing and other recreations.
"I want you, Tammy," he repeated. "I want to fuck you."
His use of the filthy word caused only a fleeting repulsion in her as she realized how sincere he was. She felt his hands gripping her waist and the strength of his muscular arms as he slowly pulled her up tight against him, the hands now gliding downwards to cup the full, rounded globes of her buttocks. Slowly, Andrew lowered his head and placed his lips over her soft wet mouth, completely engulfing it as his tongue probed out and ran around the inner edges of her lips before darting between them boldly.
Tremors of forbidden excitement rippled over Tammy's awakened body. He held her tightly, his hands moving sensuously and knowingly over her buttocks, then pulling her hand against his pelvis to feel the throbbing bulge of his manhood.
She snatched her hand away as if it had been burnt and struggled against his greater strength for a moment, then realizing the futility of it she let herself go, her mouth falling softly open to him and her entire body relaxing against his. His right hand stroked her straining heaving breast. . . and she began a low whining moan.
"I'm going to make you so happy, baby," he said, as he played with her lovely face with his tongue and continued to massage her nipple into a hard little point of erotic sensation.
He was setting her afire, never had she felt such undisguised, wanton craving.. . his hand was moving to her thigh, her inner thigh...she liked it there! It felt so warm and big and gentle, coming closer...ever closer.
"You're all woman, all luscious woman," Andrew groaned at her as he lowered her onto the couch until she lay stretched out beneath him. His hand slid along the quivering inner flesh of her white legs now touching the apex of the peak and rubbing the nylon that covered her soft delicate young pussy until she twitched hotly at each delicious pressure. Her body was betraying her again, although her mind still sought to uphold the principles she had been trained in: An adulteress! He would make her an adulteress. . . .
"Oooooh, Andrew. . . don't," she moaned sobbingly as she felt his fingers slipping under the snug elastic leg band of her panties. She wrapped her arms tightly about his neck and her legs opened wider to his invasion even as she whimpered protest into his ear and caressed his ear with her wet tongue.
Then it happened!
His middle finger forced its way into the furrow of her panty clad cunt and she wriggled uncontrollably around it. A momentary shudder of revulsion went over her and she pushed at his shoulders wildly even as the licentious tremors gripped her throbbing pussy and belly as he carefully probed with his finger deeper and deeper inside the velvety moist cunt-flesh.
Tammy groaned, torn between sensual desire and emotional agony as she pressed her buttocks down into the couch, her groan becoming a helpless whimper as her boss's fingers teased her quivering vaginal slit, parting the softly curling pubic hair and resting for ecstatic seconds on her tiny throbbing clitoris. She sensed her seeping moisture from the unwanted prurient emotions he was arousing within her loins and she stifled the sounds of pleasure that mounted deep in her throat.
It was so wrong! Her boss...Jim's father! How could she let him do these unspeakable things to her? She made a feeble useless effort to push him away.
"Please, Mr. Blake, let me up! We can't do this!"
"We are doing it!" he chuckled lewdly. "Hold still, baby, and let me make you hot. You're getting there...getting nice and wet now.. . . "
She ceased her frail struggles, knowing she had not really deep down wanted him to stop taking these indecent liberties with her. . . that was the worst of it, knowing that she shamelessly wanted him, wanted his hands roaming over her body, wanted the maddening play of his fingers in her pussy. Her hips were reacting involuntarily in rhythm with his stroking of the sensitive wet slit between her legs. As he pinched down hard on her hotly pulsing clitoris the electrifying shock caused her to writhe frenziedly on the couch.
"Oh.. . oh.. . yes," she groaned, as he continued his teasing of her clitoris. "I am so hot.. . so hot!"
He moved up over her body to kiss her, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth as his middle finger kept up its demoralizing massage deep in her cunt.
"Tell me, baby," he urged. "Tell me what you want!"
She capitulated completely to her unholy lust, knowing she had lost the unequal contest and going all the way in her depraved subjugation.
"Fuck me!" she gasped, "Ooooh, hurry, get your clothes off.. . I can't wait! I want your cock inside me, Andrew. I need it so badly!"
like mad men they snatched at their clothing discarding the constricting garments in a jumbled intermingled heap on the floor. They could hear each other's panting breaths as they worked.
Andrew Blake could hardly credit the change that had come over his young blonde-haired employee or believe his luck, as she ripped her clothes off in her haste to let him fuck her. For months he had visualized this moment, but never in quite this carnal fury. He had at first thought her prudish and cold, for all her beauty...it was only in recent weeks, since she had moved out to the bay, that he had sensed a realization of her whole personality, a flowering of her natural sensuality that she had kept so well concealed. Now it seemed he had at last met a woman whose sexual appetites might match his own...he'd give her his whole cock. He'd fill her belly till it came out her throat. He'd never had such a hard on in his life...his cock sprang out, thick and heavy, as he peeled off his undershorts and Tammy,. turning, saw it and gasped.
"Ooooh, lover," she gazed in fascination at his desire swollen rod jutting from the tangled circling black hair of his loins.
As always, the sight of the organ filled her with apprehension of what it might do to her and at the same time with expectant quivers of delicious excitement. It was magnificent in a strange compelling way...that rigid pole of flesh which must somehow force its way into her much tinier opening...even now that opening was dilating and pouring forth the lubricating secretions to welcome the invading male cock...her hot cunt wanted it. . . her whole lust-crazed being wanted it! Whatever had happened to her at Franklin Beach, she would never be the same girl again.
Not since she had learned so much about this most wonderful pleasure life had to offer!
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I guarantee you that Jim doesn't have anything like this to fill that tight little cunt," he leered. "You see, you've been wasting your time on the wrong member of the family."
"Mmmmm," she purred happily. "It certainly looks that way. Come here sweetie, I can't wait another second!"
She lay down on the couch, which was barely long enough to accommodate her long lithe body, and stretched her legs apart, flinging one in a lewd position over the low back of the couch, and exposing her entire naked pussy to his hungry gaze so that he could feast his eyes on the delicate coral-lined slit that nestled in its frame of dark blonde pubic hair. As he bent over her to embrace her she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
"You feel wonderful!" she whispered, writhing her soft belly up against his muscled abdomen.
Andrew put his hands under the cups of her ass and tugged her crotch up even higher against his thickly swelling penis. Tammy scratched his back with her rosy nails, trailing small welts across the sun-bronzed flesh. She began to slowly move up and down on the couch, fitting her wide-open slit against the rigidity of his long cock. Andrew could feel her secretions wetting his prick and the pressure building in his balls was almost unbearable.
"Now, my darling," Tammy cried. "Take me now...fuck me!" And suddenly her legs, too, were twining around him and she was taking his lust-hardened cock in her small hand to position the tip at the entrance of her quivering cunt lips.
"Oooooooh," she shivered, "quickly . . . " and Andrew could not hold back another second. He flicked his pelvis forward with an abrupt thrust that drove the lust-hardened pole of flesh smack into the gaping mouth of her tender pussy. The red, bulbous head disappeared smoothly into her tight sheath, although it seemed she could never take it all up inside her. Her velvet, tight little pussy squeezed in on his swiftly-moving cock, prolonging the delightful sensation and moment of entry into perfection for him. He wanted to feel the tip touch bottom at last, pushing against her cervix.
Tammy moaned and nipped at his chest and shoulders with her teeth in her animalistic frenzy. Her face contorted with lust while the sweet juices oozed from her vagina to soak and bathe his hot throbbing cock as it sank ever-deeper into her contracting belly. And then, suddenly, he was there, all the way in, his balls slapping softly against her lewdly upturned ass cheeks. He flexed the huge bulbous cock head inside her, causing her to grate her teeth and groan.
He began to skewer madly into her pussy, at the same time jerking her buttocks up more and squeezing them so that he could slap his balls against the soft flesh as he pummeled her with his lust driven cock. Tammy arched her body desperately, lifting her hips up from the sagging couch and moaned without stopping as he pounded into her. Her mouth opened and her flailing head fell back as perspiration began to soak her hair and bead on her face in little crystal drops. The sweat ran from Andrew's well-trained body as she moved in perfect unison with him, working her hips up and down to grip his blood engorged shaft ever tighter. She pulled him deeper and deeper into her wetly sucking cunt that ached for more and more of his wonderful cock. The pleasure grew between them as the clasping sheath of her vagina slipped over his hard thrusting cock.
Raising himself on his powerful arms, he would pull out of her until the very tip of his cock was touching the fringed tiny circle of her cunt opening, then he would surge lustfully forward and smack all the way into her with a lewd resounding sound as their naked bellies came together.
Unloosed passion coursed relentlessly through the nerve ends of Tammy's attuned body. It rolled in all encompassing waves through her hot pussy and loins, played across her thighs and ran up her long legs to curl her toes under. Her hardened, erect nipples pointed straight up at the ceiling, erotically tender to the slightest sensation.
She could not remember what life had been without the heat of his plundering cock inside her, or imagine being separated from it.. . it was like another part of her body...as vital as one of her own organs-this warm hard pole of flesh. The slippery wet instrument began another slow withdrawing from the frantically clasping folds of her vagina, then swiftly re-entered and charged down the whole soaked length of her quivering young cunt without stopping until his sperm bloated balls were brought up short against her tiny sensitive anus. As he sawed in and out the vacuum created a liquid sucking noise and the obscene sound echoed through the room. Suddenly, Tammy thrust her pelvis sharply upwards, jerking it several inches from the surface of the couch and burying his swollen cock deep inside her.
"Harder," she begged, spewing lewd words from her pretty mouth uncontrollably, to spur him further if it was possible. Her eyes fluttered back as she strained every taut muscle of her arched body for the explosion that was near...so near.
"I'm cummmminggg!" she squealed. "Yeeeeeessssss. AAAAAAHHHH!"
Her warm cum trickled over Andrew's lewdly impaling rod of flesh as she bent nearly double underneath him, quivering like a bowstring.
"Oh, oh, oh!" she chanted over and over in her abandoned ecstasy, until finally the syllables merged into sounds whose meaning was known only to herself. . . a jumble of unintelligible noises that expressed her orgasmic condition.
Andrew Blake looked down contentedly at his young lewd employee's gyrations...he was more than ready to cum himself, he had only been waiting for her climax. What a love-machine she was, built for it like no woman he'd ever fucked, with that tight little cunt and her wild enthusiasm for the act. He flicked the tip of his cock high inside her belly, his balls aching to empty their hot load into her sucking, contracting pussy. Then he followed with deep, quick intense strokes that rocked her quaking pelvis with their fury. He groaned as the pent-up pressures within him burst their limits and the white-hot sperm poured forth to soak her vaginal depths and dribble down the length of his insanely jerking cock. Tammy closed her eyes...stars rocketed through her brain as her legs kept convulsing again and again...there was no end to her glorious climax...no end to the spreading warmth that bathed her womb in a rapturous pool of delight as his still-jerking penis spurted the last Sticky drops of his lewd male seed into her throbbing pussy.
They remained locked together in their obscenely coupled position, gasping for breath...both of them nearly overcome by the force of their twin climax.
At last Tammy forced her suddenly-dry lips apart. "Perfect. . . " she sighed, "it was perfect!"
* * *
Tammy, of course, knew to the moment when Jim's return flight from Europe arrived at the airport and when he was expected in town. It was easy to get the information from Andrew, as she now called her boss...except in the office of course, where he was still Mr. Blake for the benefit of the other employees.
It was gratifying to know that after his dinner with his parents, Jim had driven immediately to her cottage, and spent his first evening with her. He seemed unchanged from his ten weeks abroad and he confided that after the first excitement of seeing foreign countries had waned, such a tour became just a little bit of a drag.
Easy to say, when you can afford to travel like that, Tammy thought rather bitterly. She made him comfortable in the large chair and fixed him his usual drink of Scotch and soda.
"I see someone's been dipping into the bottle," Jim commented, "or did you take to drinking in my absence?"
"Not quite," she laughed lightly. "I did miss you terribly, as you knew I would. But there have been other diversions...such as Franklin Beach has to offer."
"I'm not too worried then," he laughed confidently, "because I know from long experience exactly what it has to offer."
Ah, do you, Tammy wanted to say, but kept still. Jim suddenly seemed so very young. . . perhaps immature was the word. The real difference was that she, Tammy, now felt immeasurably older and wiser whereas before she had looked up to him.
"Come here and sit by me," he patted the arm of his chair and she obediently moved over to him and perched her luscious, firm buttocks on the narrow perch, finishing her drink at the same time.
"Did you think a lot about me while I was away?" he prompted her, sliding his arm around her slender waist and squeezing the resilient flesh.
"Yes, often when I was alone I thought of you, Jim."
"Honey, I'm sorry about that. . . leaving you behind. But, well, how could I pass up a chance for a trip like that? You understand?" She nodded and he squeezed her harder, his voice becoming husky and intimate. "Did you think about me when you were in bed?"
"Sometimes," she smiled, cat-like, letting the pink tip of her tongue extend between her lips for a teasing second. Her tone was suggestive and her eyes gleamed wickedly. He had thought he detected a change in her manner which had been apparent almost immediately when he walked into her place. Maybe she was finally ready to go all the way! Afraid of losing him, probably. His trip had been a good idea, letting her see that she didn't have any real claim on him. It might just have done the trick!
Shit, she was a beautiful bitch...he'd never seen her look better. She had gradually achieved a very, very light tan on her arms and legs in spite of her fairness, and her face was a rosy, healthy glowing shade...her pert nose was dusted lightly with freckles that were the inevitable result of a blonde exposing herself to the sun. They only added to her breath-taking sexiness. The blue eyes looked levelly into his and he put his hands up to pull her head down to his. She bent over gracefully, and when he gave her a tongue kiss she responded eagerly by sucking his tongue up into her mouth almost greedily. His heart pounded...he could hardly believe it.. . he opened his mouth and encased the whole of her warm oval lips. Still she did not resist, but continued to kiss him back and probe between his teeth with her own tongue. His cock stirred in his pants as he lowered a hand to her right breast, caressing the ripely swelling mound until she wriggled her buttocks on the hard unyielding arm of the chair.
Elated, he let his hand fall to her tense flat stomach and stroked it in slow circles as he felt her hot breath stir in his mouth in little pants. Then he lightly touched her pubic mound and her thighs under her brief skirt and she made no protest nor move to stop him. His cock was hammering...she HAD changed! She was going to let him do it to her, the signs were unmistakable! She still wanted a proposal from him, a ring on her finger. But was he willing to go to that extreme? Hell, what difference did it make, she couldn't force a proposal out of him...first he'd sample the goods, anyway; after that. . . well, he'd see.
Looking down into Jim's lap as her wet mouth twisted around his, Tammy saw his bulging penis pressing against the tight slacks he wore. What would he do if she put her hand on him as he was doing to her? She continued to suck his tongue, pulling it between her teeth as the fires raged between her legs. She placed her hand on his chest, slowly moved it down over his stomach until it was resting directly over his lewdly swollen cock.
Jim gulped. What was she doing with her fingers at his fly? He felt the zipper give way and the cool fingers moving gently around inside the front of his pants. The bitch was taking his cock out! It was too much to be believed!
Tammy looked down with curiosity at the thick member, comparing its dimensions with...others. She saw that a tiny drop of fluid had gathered in the tiny slit in the purplish tip. Very gently she stroked the uncircumcised foreskin, pulling it back to expose more of the bulbous head, and then traced the entire rigid column to its hairy base.
"Tammy. . . ! " Jim exclaimed.
In answer, she squeezed his cock lovingly and then bent her head all the way over his stomach and kissed the rubbery head.
"Oooooooooh, shit Tammy!" he groaned.
She took it into her mouth, her tongue working teasingly down the shaft as she savored the pungent tang of it.
Again, her tongue snaked out and swirled over the tip, then her mouth came down and clasped tightly around the hard, purplish head until he could take no more.
"Take your clothes off!" he urged hoarsely.
But she shook her head saucily and instead continued sucking and tongueing his aching cock as it grew larger and harder every second. Finally, she released him and stood up. Beckoning, she led him the way to the bedroom, unbuttoning her clothes as she walked sensuously ahead of him, Firm round hips swaying provocatively. He followed her awkwardly, grabbing his cock and pressing it in his hand to keep it from erupting. The sight of Tammy, actually sucking his cock, had been indescribable...more than he could take. To know that this was all for him.. . he was puzzled...what was the catch? Could she be offering herself this way out of love for him?
Tammy discarded her bra and skimpy panties and flung herself down on the bed, reaching up to draw him down beside her. At that moment, seeing her there with her white body spread out for him like a table to feast at. . . the rich, ripe breasts, the mysterious little pubic triangle there between her legs.. . at that moment he was sure he did love her. He had to have this...possess this incredible loveliness always. To keep it all for himself he would marry her. Yes, damn it, he'd marry her!
She was smiling up at him, cat-like. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked. He gasped in stark disbelief as she slithered down his lean body to the point where his cock rigidly stood out. Tenderly, she leaned over it, stroking him with infinite patience...first one hand then with both. He had to cum soon or go stark raving mad!
She brought her warm mouth down to it, encasing the tiny glandular slit in soft wetness. He moaned aloud and pushed his hips upward to meet her lewdly ovaled lips. The thought of the obscene thing she was doing to him brought him every bit as much excited pleasure as the act itself. He would marry her, if that was the only way to secure this bliss, he loved her. Her breasts were pressing against his hairy thighs as she held his cock and began to suck it harder, with a steady up and down motion of her strong tongue.
His loins ached. He could look down and see everything, watch her with the full thick shaft of his cock buried deep between her stretched red lips, her chin brushing his black pubic hairs on each downstroke. When she had established the rhythmic motion she removed her hand from the base of his prick and slipped both hands under his ass, holding the quivering muscled cheeks while her mouth came down farther and farther until the entire blood engorged shaft almost disappeared down her throat. Where had she learned to do this? It couldn't be the first time...no, this wasn't the first cock she'd ever sucked. But who? When? When he came, what would she do? Could she...would she take it in her mouth? Would she swallow it? Her merciless tongue was licking at the glans, making it hum with vibration. Her breasts danced in lewd time with her bobbing head, the smooth flesh rubbing against his legs, adding to his excitement.
He thrust upwards, watching her face bulge with his cock, her lips incredibly stretched and grotesque, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hungrily on and on. He felt as if the head would blow off his pounding cock at any second...it was exploding! He grabbed her hair, tangling his fingers in the soft mass of it as the hot liquid boiled deep down in his swollen balls and then came pumping up through the rigid tube of his lust maddened cock. He coughed and gasped his emotion as it felt like she was turning him inside out with the vacuum by her sucking mouth!
The molten cream spewed forth under tremendous pressure and ricocheted against her puffed, ballooning cheeks. Tammy gulped and began to swallow as it kept coming in thick gushes. She gurgled deep in her throat, nearly choking in her effort to keep up with the sticky flow that seemed to go on and on until with a last deep groan, he deposited the dregs of his obscene white sperm into her tensely corded throat. He lolled back, utterly spent, while she kept up her gentle nibbling to get the last drops of the lewd male cum from the tiny opening of his penis. Then she let her head rest on his lean abdomen for several minutes, before slithering up his body to kiss his lips.
"What did you think of that?" she whispered.
He could only look at her, he was too overwhelmed by her performance to answer her yet. Understanding his amazement, she smiled mysteriously and he embraced her, kissing her lovely face.
"We'll get married," he managed to blurt out at last. "I've got to have you. We can get married soon...maybe before I go back to school. . . . "
"Not so fast," she cautioned him. "You're supposed to ask the girl first whether she wants to marry you."
"Okay, damn it," he was slightly irritated. She'd won, after all, but did she have to rub it in? "Will you marry me-do me the honor, and all that jazz?"
"Mmmmmmm," she murmured thoughtfully. "No. I don't think I will, Jim."
"Wh-what? After you...you sucked me off that way?" he was astounded.
"Ah, but that had nothing to do with our getting married. I just felt like doing it," she shrugged airily. "Excuse me, darling, I don't believe I finished my drink . . . " and while Jim Blake's eyes bugged out in amazement, she slid off the bed and walked naked into the living room, returning a moment later with both glasses.
"You may need yours, too," she handed it to him, seating herself on the edge of the bed. The flavor of the Scotch mixed oddly with the tang of his male sperm that still clung to her lips and caused the corners of her mouth to turn upwards in a little smile. . . .
"I've said I'd marry you," he repeated. What more could she possibly want from him? Jim was no fool, he knew he was an extra-ordinary catch for any girl. . . hadn't he been fighting off their advances since he was in his teens? Girls who would fuck were no problem, either...but never had he known a girl with quite the qualities of innocence combined with wanton sexuality that Tammy had just displayed and enthralled him with. He felt he was willing to give up anything, including his freedom, to take possession of her long and shapely body...to have her suck him off like that any time he wanted it!
"Yes," she admitted, "you did say it, and I thank you for the offer. But, you see...the fact, is Jim, dear, that I need time to think over such an important step."
This was not the response he had expected and he sat upright in the bed beside her, incongruously naked and with his limp flaccid cock resting across his thigh like some great thick worm.
"How much time?" his puzzlement was turning to baffled anger, "and then why did you...do what you just did?"
"That was a little homecoming present for you."
"Something's happened to you, Tammy. You're not the same girl. I can't put my finger on what it is, but you've changed and I don't seem to be getting through to you."
Again, she smiled her lazy provocative smile, knowing that he was entirely right but that she could never explain matters to his satisfaction and so it was best not to even try.
"Finish your drink, sweetheart," she purred, "and I'll fix you another. We've got a long night ahead of us."
"You mean...you'll let me stay all night. . . here, with you?"
"Of course. I took care of you, since you were obviously in a hurry," she patted his limp member tenderly, causing it to stir with the beginning rush of blood that meant another erection. "Now it's your turn to take care of me!"
Good grief, if this were not happening to him, he would never in a million years have believed it! His lovely sweet innocent Tammy openly and shamelessly asking for cock. And she had never looked more desirable as she sat next to him, buttocks flattened against the hard mattress and legs slightly apart to reveal glimpses of the rosy slit of her fresh young cunt. Her breasts were relaxed now from their former erotically swollen state and they sagged slightly forward, the nipples now broad and flat and sunken against her blue-veined whiteness.
Fond as she still was of Jim, Tammy could not help feeling a perverse desire to punish him for deserting her at this critical period of her life. He had run away to Europe and left her alone and defenseless at Franklin Beach. What better way to punish him than to give him a taste, a sample, of the delights that had once been held in storage for him alone? Enough to whet his carnal appetite...she almost giggled aloud as she thought of her revenge.
"I'll take care of you," Jim promised hoarsely, running his hands licentiously over her once-chaste body, his penis now throbbing with rekindled lust. She lay back beside him again, clear blue eyes fixed on his face as she willingly submitted to his stroking of every part of her body, indeed reveled in his tantalizing caresses of her heavy tits, her belly, her hair-covered pubic mound. And as he greedily explored the folds and crevices of that marvelous body, a mind-shattering idea burst upon Jim Blake.
"Tammy!" he gulped, "will you...will you let me fuck you in the ass?"
"Tonight you can fuck me any way you like," she repeated the vulgar word without the slightest hesitation, seeming to savor the obscene sound of it.
"Oh...th-thank you, darling! Turn over," he requested, his hands going out to assist in rolling her into position on her stomach. He had never fucked anyone in the ass before, and his cock leaped achingly at the mere thought of such exquisite debauchery Now he would finally do it, discover what it felt like...in a rush of gratitude to his darling he leaned over and began to kiss her oval white buttocks. Drawn irresistibly on, he separated the two cheeks and licked the cleft between them. Tammy felt her asshole pulled suddenly taut as he pressed the skin around it. Now, for just a moment, she felt the nakedness and lewdness of her position with him staring down at the little hole but the feeling passed as his middle finger began to jab carefully at the puckered tiny entrance.
"Open your legs wider, darling," he instructed her. She complied, pushing her feet almost to the edges of the double bed. His finger poked deeper and she winced, jerking forward slightly with an involuntary reaction as he suddenly popped through the sphincter muscle. It did hurt, but she bore the slight pain gladly in order to experience the pleasant ripple of licentiousness that saturated her loins.
She could feel his hot excited breath on her naked ass-cheeks as he worked his middle finger diligently in the little anus hole to widen it in preparation. A second digit suddenly forced its way alongside the first and she coughed and groaned with the unexpected pain but commenced wiggling her hips backward against the invasion of her nether passage.
"Oooooh, Jim, that's it. . . screw my ass!" she crooned, twisting her head around to look back and encourage him in his sodomizing of her rectum. "Fuck me there!"
"Get it up in the air," he hissed to her.
She immediately clambered to her knees, waving the stretched globes of her white buttocks before his lust glazed eyes. He moved in between her thighs, grazing them with his own hairy body and she shivered rapturously in anticipation as she felt the chunky head of his cock touch the split of her ass. She put her head down and looked back along her stomach to where his heavy sac swung down in the gap between her legs. Balancing herself on one hand, she reached back and cupped his balls in her warm palm, squeezing them gently.
"Take my cock and put it in your ass." he ordered, and she seized the hotly pulsating shaft, suddenly realizing how thick it was. . . much thicker than his fingers which had so stretched her anus. He would kill her with it! Trembling with fear and excitement she positioned the blunt tip directly at the closed hairless entrance. She felt it begin to push into the tightly resistant flesh and knew it was far too big! She gave a short scream as the muscular ring gave way and he popped into her.
"Oh, Jim, you're hurting me. It's too big!" she wriggled desperately, but he held her hips firmly pinioned and urged her roughly. "Push back! Shove your ass back!"
With a tremendous, painful effort she did, and the huge cudgel drove forward into the spongy cavern mercilessly.
She groaned deep in her chest as he penetrated full length into her soft interior, his pelvis smack up against her rounded ass cheeks. Jim was grunting with passion as he began to fuck eagerly into her cringing back passage.
The pain gradually subsided and at some point she ceased to feel it altogether. There was only the lewd stimulation of his sodomizing cock fucking into her over and over as he performed this debasing, forbidden act upon her! Each time his lunge drove her forward she would squirm backward to impale herself more firmly on the magnificent cock that was filling her with masochistic joy. Soon she was moving her entire body rhythmically in cadence with his fucking her buttocks gyrating wildly in the air. Jim could not take his lust glazed eyes away from the spot where his cock was sunk full-length into the round puckered hole. As he drew back, the pink inner flesh was exposed as it clutched greedily at his shaft. He'd always wanted to do this...dig his cock into a woman's ass. . . well, by the devil, he had a woman now and he was doing it.. . doing it any way he liked! He could ram into her and leave it there...he could wiggle it around inside the rubbery sheath that was so deliriously tight.. . he could make her moan and mewl at will by his gyrations within her forever-stretched anus.
"Ooooooh, Jim, she squealed. "Fuck it! Fuck it hard!"
She was insatiable...he pulled all the way out of her to the tip of his wildly throbbing cock, watching the elastic skin pucker around him to hold him in her, then, he would stroke forward with one long smooth plunge all the way to the base of his cock. She whined in grateful acceptance and he did it again, fitting into her like a hand going into a tight glove. She thrust her arm between her widely spread legs again to seize his balls and fondle them as they bounced against her loins on each long drawn out stroke.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, her face almost unrecognizable as it twisted and contorted with pure lust. Her lovely golden hair tangled over her perspiring shoulders as her head flailed and bobbed incessantly. She was building rapidly to the ultimate peak of orgasm and wanted it to last forever.. . the lapping waves of delight that assaulted her seething cunt one after another until they came so close together there was only huge waves drowning her in their orgiastic force.
At that moment, Jim felt the churning tumult in his sperm swollen balls and his cock seemed to flare and expand inside her tightly quivering ass-hole. His mouth hung slackly open as he clutched at her waist and buttocks, forcing the twin ass cheeks even wider apart to penetrate deeper still into her rectum. His loins began to jerk convulsively.
"I'm cumming." he shouted to her. "Fuck back! Fuck back on meeee!"
Tammy pushed her buttocks up to meet his thrusting, spewing cock and felt the passage. The fantastic sensation triggered her own building climax and she screamed as the force of orgasm shook her like rag doll, taking complete possession of her debased body and wringing it out. As her senses gradually returned she could feel the sticky cream running out of her, down the crevice of her buttocks and into the slit of her bare cunt. The bed sagged beneath her as he reared up and pulled out of her with a loud sucking noise. For a time after that she lay collapsed and utterly exhausted beside his sweat-soaked body. At last, she was able to raise her head and look at him, smiling weakly.
"PI! bet you've never had a homecoming like this before," she said.
"Shit, you know I haven't. Oh, darling, we've got to get married...after that. I have to have you! You drive a guy crazy!"
Tammy rolled over and lay on her back, staring up at the stained pine ceiling as she smiled her Mona Lisa smile. like father like son, Tammy thought to herself. She could have them both if she wanted to. Oddly enough, though Andrew was older and more worldly than Jim, she could teach him so many things, and she knew that they would have a good life together.
Maybe someday, she would even tell Jim about his father, but not yet, it wasn't the time.
Right now, they would have their own life to live. She smiled slowly, "Marry you?" she crooned "I wouldn't have it any other way!"
