Glen Parsons was rapidly reaching the point of intolerable frustration.
The tall, gangly young man with the thick black-framed glasses worked as an orderly in the Department of Gynecology at the Medical Center of Tate University in the heart of Tampa, Florida.
His life had been a series of frustrations up to this juncture. At twenty-five he had very little other than failures and disappointments to look back on when he rehashed the past.
A few years earlier he had been a student at this same Tate University. Since it boasted one of the top medical schools in all of the South, he was hopeful of achieving distinction and becoming a doctor, something that the various members of his family encouraged him to do. His uncle Charlie, very much of a hero of his, was a successful physician in Gainsviile, and so he was hoping that he could follow in his uncle's footsteps by becoming a doctor.
But Glen Parsons's dream was shattered. Not only did he not make it to medical schooL The confused, embittered young student dropped out midway in his sophomore year at Tate. It was a combination of inner-directed pressure and loneliness that caused him to completely disintegrate in the classroom to the point where he flunked out. The inner-directed pressure was generated by his desire to succeed, an unswerving direction that knew no restraints. Instead of maintaining a practical working schedule, he would overstrive, studying until he virtually dropped in the wee hours of the morning with the lights burning in his room. Due to his overly aggressive studying patterns, he performed poorly on examinations. Rather than going into the classroom relaxed and in full command of the facts, he would instead stagger half-asleep into class and, in addition, when the test would begin he would freeze up. He blamed himself no end for being, in the parlance of a sports term, a "choke-up."
In the lonely nights that he now spent away from the Medical Center, in his tiny, one-bedroom apartment, he would think about how many times he had failed tests even though he had been in good command of the facts. Once that he began to write on the paper he would break out in a profuse sweat. Answers that would register clearly in his brain at any other point in time would elude him in the most frustrating way whenever it was time to perform in the classroom.
As for the loneliness that plagued him when he was an undergraduate at Tate, and continued to plague him at this later stage of his life, much of it was generated by the fact that he was all thumbs when it came to the opposite sex. Despite his burning desire to involve himself with a young woman in a meaningful relationship, he had a tendency to freeze whenever such an opportunity would arise. On some occasions he would come on much too strong and prematurely with young women at Tate. He would break out in a sweat in the same manner that he did when he was being tested in the classroom. His hands would tremble and he would tell the girl point blank just how much she meant to him.
He recalled one episode in his freshman year. There was a girl who was sitting next to him in an anthropology class to whom he was highly attracted, exquisite figure. On one occasion after class he worked up enough nerve to ask her out for a date.
"Lorna, are you doing anything tonight?" he began timidly.
"I'm studying for a test that's coming up in a history class on Friday."
"It really would mean something to me if you would go out with me."
"I'm kind of tired, Glen. No thank you."
At that point Glen Parsons became unglued. His hands trembled and he burst into tears of frustration.
"But you can't, you can't say no," he shrieked. "You mean so much to me. In ways that you couldn't even begin to realize. Please, you can't torture me like this. Oh, please, please go out with me."
By then a group of curiosity seekers had gathered in the hallway, where Glen Parsons was immersed in his tirade. Glen could hear several young men chuckling off to the side, whereas several girl friends of the strawberry-haired beauty were standing just within a few feet of her. They kept exchanging strange glances at each other, after which they would then look at Glen Parsons with great pity.
"Let's go," the girl said to her friends. "It's pitiful the way this guy has come unglued."
Glen could hear the sounds of laughter on all sides. He shoved his head down toward the ground, never looking up, afraid to stare into the faces of people who were deriving great humor at his expense.
He never talked to that girl again. Glen even made it a point to change seating in that class so that the occasion would not be relived. For one thing, he recognized, even if he had not changed seats, she more than likely would have moved away from him. "
By the time that he entered his sophomore year, Glen had had enough frustrating situations with women so that he decided to adopt a different tactic. He had come on so strong and demonstrated his frustration to such an extent that he had scared girl upon girl off. But now another opportunity surfaced. A brown-haired young woman by the name of Claire had a reputation of identifying with some of the losers at Tate. By that time Glen would definitely have to be considered in that category. So when Glen propositioned her on the subject of going out she was willing to accept.
This time Glen was determined not to ruin things by coming on too strong. No longer would he be all thumbs when it came to dealing with the opposite sex. He was determined to do something about his situation.
On this occasion, however, the lovely, brown-haired Claire was beginning to feel a little awkward over the fact that he had not pursued her more avidly or actively. It had taken practically all the nerve that he could muster just to deliver a few timid pecks to her cheek after saying good-night.
After they had taken in a movie one evening at a theater not far from the campus, they were sitting on the sofa in Claire's living room when she looked at him and said poutingly:
"Aren't you attracted to me, Glen?"
Glen Parsons gulped hard.
"How can you even ask a question like that?"
"It should be pretty obvious," she shrugged. ''Here we've been going out all these times and you haven't done anything more than give me a few little sisterly pecks on the cheek. Heck, they've been so timid that they're even mild by sisterly-kiss standards."
"Just didn't want to turn you off, that's all," he shrugged.
She smiled compassionately, running her fingers through his hair.
"Oh, Glen, I'm not trying to bug you," she smiled. "I'm just wondering if I'm losing my touch or something. I mean, most of the guys who take me out are all over me. They're very much attracted."
"Oh, no, no, you've got it all wrong," he shook his head emphatically. "No, I'm very attracted to you."
"Then why haven't you tried to kiss me?"
"But I have," he gulped.
"No, I mean really kiss me," she said.
"I've been. Well, like I said, I don't want to turn you off."
"What would you say if I told you you could kiss me right now," her soft brown eyes stared at him intensely.
"I'd say that would be great," he gulped.
"Then go ahead, Glen darling. Kiss me."
Glen broke into an intense sweat. His arms trembled once more, but he told himself to remain calm, to not Jet his emotions get the better of him. It was imperative for him to keep his cool; to take advantage of an opportunity once that it surfaced. Here he had wondered for so long what it would be like to have a meaningful relationship with a woman, and here was the one young woman on campus who had been compassionate and understanding enough concerning his drawbacks to accept him as he was. He knew that he, therefore, could not run the risk of destroying such an opportunity.
He leaned forward, his lips dry and quivering as he pushed them toward hers. She met his forward thrust with a volcanic explosion of her own. As she pushed her lips back against his, she reached out and ran her fingers through his hair, eventually letting them clutch tightly against the warmth of his scalp.
After a long, sturdy lip kiss had been completed, the lovely, horny young woman reached out and threw her arms tightly around Glen's waist. Claire's hands clamped securely around Glen as she pushed her sturdy, warmly pistoning, red tongue forward, letting it grind and twist as it moved its way with sweeping impact inside of Glen's mouth.
Glen's head spun ecstatically. He could hardly believe what was happening to him. His fantasies were now becoming reality. He had thought so many times about how wonderful it would be to be in the same situation as so many of the male students that he saw on-campus. He couldn't help but envy them when he would see them walking along the campus holding hands with an attractive young woman. Now he was there himself. He would have an opportunity to find out exactly what it was like. He returned her tongue fire with quick, spirited thrusts of his own, and soon, before either one of them was completely aware of it, they were inside the darkness of her small but serviceable bedroom.
They lay there on the bed, listening to the heavy, gasping sounds of each other's breath as they finished removing their clothes. As Glen slid his shorts down his legs and off of him, he noticed that his entire body was already drenched with sweat. Then there was also the problem of his hands and feet, which trembled with great urgency. He couldn't allow himself to be frightened. He couldn't chicken out of a situation like this. Oh, no, he had to keep his cool, he kept telling himself.
Glen observed the strange expression on the face of the compassionate young Claire.
"Easy, honey, easy," she said. "Relax. We're gonna make love, not go to war. It's not the end of the world. This is something beautiful, not something revolting."
"You're right, you're right," he heard his trembling voice respond.
Even though she was doing her utmost to try and calm him down, the highly frustrated Glen Parsons would scarcely be placated. Not only was his whole body trembling and drenched with sweat. He also was in the unenviable position of not being able to get his cock hard in spite of the fact that he wanted in the worst way to drive his hard, forceful penis deep inside the enticing womb of the naked, lovely, brown-haired girl who was lying stretched out on her back in front of him.
He listened to the smooth, rhapsodic sounds of her breath as she lay there with her firm, trim thighs lasciviously extended. He observed the matted curls of her brown pubic vee and the enticing pink vagina resting beneath them. As time elapsed he noticed the manner in which her pubic curls were becoming ever wetter as her unbridled sexual emotion precipitated such seepage.
Glen watched as she reached down with her right hand, letting her fingers slide soothingly inside the wet warmth of her pussy. Her body began to tremble, but in a completely different manner than Glen's. Whereas he was almost literally scared to death over what was happening, her hips were ripely undulating in a sea of seething sexual ecstasy.
"OOOHHH, I WANT YOU," she gulped. "COME ON, DARLING, OOOHHH, PLUNGE YOUR COCK INTO ME. RELAX, JUST RELAX, YOU CAN DO IT."
With great frustration he looked down at his limp penis, which looked very much like a wash rag. He felt a tremendous sense of humiliation over the fact that his cock had not immediately come up under the stimulus of passionate French kissing and the salacious exhibition that the beautiful brown-haired Claire was putting on at the moment, with her legs extended, her hips gliding rhap-sodically as she manipulated her fingers into the moist portals of her wet womb.
Now she stood on the verge of climax. Her cheeks reddened and her eyes rolled as she lay there, hips undulating with great urgency. They twisted and glided as her fingers pushed and slid into the quivering depths of her seethingly moist, steadily palpitating, pink pussy.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE," she grunted. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, I'M OFF, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD, OOOAAAHHH, OOOHHH, SO VERY GOOD. OOOHHH, AAAHHHH, I'M JUICING. OOOHHH, DARLING, WATCH ME, WATCH ME, WATCH ME."
He gulped hard, staring at her searing hips and ripely undulating ass cheeks, listening to the scraping sounds of her firm, fleshy buttocks as they pushed securely against the crisp white bed sheets beneath her. It was a momentous occasion for her, a beautiful occasion, and it was one that he should have been sharing. But yet, in spite of the fact that she had pushed herself into a sea of burning, tempestuous sexual emotion, he still was unable to summon himself to the heights. His penis remained flaccid and that embarrassed him no end.
Claire remained optimistic, even after withdrawing her fingers from her pussy. She had exploded and it made her feel so good, so very good, to know that she was with a man that she liked. At first she had pitied Glen, and that had been responsible for her deciding to date him. As the relationship evolved, however, the pity diminished and, instead, she found herself admiring his quiet and shy ways. She had heard so many of her girl friends describe him as an oddball, relating how many times he had gone into tantrums over being turned down by girls, but she was finding him to be completely different. She reasoned that it was just an inner desperation that had driven him to such heights, and that, down deep, he was a very quiet and shy young man.
Therefore she told herself that it would be possible to get him up to a full state of erection. She reached out with her fingers and let them glide over the tip of his rubbery penis. Back and forth she therapeutically ground her fingers, seeking to massage his cock into a state of erect magnificence. She wanted to observe his towering, mammoth cock, to feel its blue-veined stiffness as it pounded pulsatingly into the web of her hair-fringed fissure.
She was determined to see to it that their sexual encounter was eminently successful.
"It's gonna be all right, honey," she consoled him smilingly. "Yes, it's gonna be just fine."
His body still quivered as he watched her continue to manipulate her fingers smoothly against his penis. When she failed to bring his cock up, she reached down and let her fingers grind and dig against his scrotum.
"I'll get you up," she smiled optimistically. "Oh, yes, I'm gonna play with your nuts, darling. I'm7gonna play with your nuts and play with your prick. I'm gonna see to it that you get good and hard. That you get nice and hard for your lover. Then you're gonna fuck me. You're gonna stick your long, strong prick deep inside my pussy. Isn't that right?"
"You're damned right," he declared emphatically, shouting loudly, hoping that he could jolt himself to a level of successful performance.
She tried diligently for the next few minutes to bring up his cock, but all of her efforts proved to no avail. Her fingers would massage vigorously against the warmth of his testicles for quite some time, following which they would then grind against the length of his still flaccid, non-responsive organ.
After much frustration on the part of both of them, the brown-haired beauty released her fingers from his cock. She watched as Glen buried his head in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Claire, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he kept repeating.
"It's all right, honey. I guess you were just a little tired tonight," she said.
Even though she remained compassionate, and was not about to lash out a man that she pitied, Claire's tone of voice gave her away. She was speaking totally without enthusiasm. It was obvious to Glen that their relationship was over, even though Claire was tactful and sweet enough not to tell him so bluntly. Down deep she was convinced that, for whatever reason, Glen just couldn't get excited by her. Her initial feeling, which she had expressed to him, that of her apprehension that he was just not attracted to her, was apparently correct.
Glen knew otherwise. He was not about to argue with her again, to declare emphatically that he was attracted to her, but that he had tightened up, in the same manner that he was doing in the classroom. No, he couldn't tell her that. That would just extend the humiliation that much further. Besides, he realized, there was a strong likelihood that she would not even believe such a story, even though he would know it to be true.
So Glen did the only thing that he could. After crying and sobbing for several long minutes, he slowly put on his clothes, then wandered in a zombie-like state out of the-beautiful young woman's apartment.
"Thank you, Clare, and I'm sorry," were his last words.
"I'll be seeing you, Glen," she replied, even though her tone of voice clearly indicated that she did not intend to see him.
Chapter Two
Sometimes when he would have nothing else to do at the hospital, and he would be sitting in a chair looking out the window, those thoughts would come back to him, particularly the haunting experience with Claire.
He recalled that, shortly after that traumatic experience in her bedroom, she had begun going with a medical student. He had heard that they had married a few months earlier. He was serving an internship at a hospital in Georgia. He kept thinking about how, if things had been just a little different, maybe she would have married him and he would be interning at this point in time, rather than working in the position of an orderly at the Medical Center.
What was enhancing his frustration, however, along with the missed opportunities that had transpired earlier in his life, was the number of lovely young coeds from Tate University who were constantly coming to him to obtain birth control pills.
Some of the young women would merely smile upon requesting the pills while others, of a shier nature, would blush and let their eyes dart nervously from side to side.
Since Glen Parsons had little more to do other than look at television and stare at the drab four walls of his living room of the apartment where he lived just a few blocks away from the Tate University campus, his acute frustration was manifested more strongly than ever every time that he thought about these beautiful young females. He thought about the lucky young men who would have the opportunity to engage in wild and unrestrained sex with them without any fears or compunctions concerning pregnancy.
One evening as he was feeling particularly frustrated and depressed, a familiar young figure strolled into the room.
He got up from his chair and stood behind the counter to wait on her. It was none other than the' lovely, honey-haired Nancy Lewis, without a doubtf one of the most popular girls on the Tate University campus. He heard some of the male students at the Medical Center talking about her, and she had a reputation for liberality in the sexual realm as long as she happened to like a particular man. He did not even have to hear such second-hand reports, however, in that the beautiful young woman was more than willing to tell him about her various experiences.
This particular evening she was clad in a white sweater and cream-colored skirt. What he noticed more than anything, however, was not what she was wearing, but what she wasn't. He could see from the manner in which her nipples were prodding and pushing against the warmth of her sweater that she was wearing no brassiere beneath it. As for the manner in which her ripe, sensuously flowing ass cheeks hugged against her skirt, he was also stoutly convinced that she was not wearing any panties either.
Just staring at this luscious man-trap with the ripe, sensuous, red lips, the honey-colored hair which fell to her shoulders, and the bright blue eyes, was enough to send him into a tizzy. His heart beat rapidly and that familiar sweat that seemed to constantly break out on his face whenever he was encountered with a tense situation was once again there.
"Good evening, Nancy," he said, doing his best to sound calm.
"Hello there, Glen darling," she winked.
Even though she would talk to him in a friendly manner, it was obvious to Glen that she would not let him get to first base with her. Several times he had dropped subtle hints about taking her out, and on each occasion she had tactfully but decisively put him down, letting him know that such an occurrence would never take place.
So Glen was reduced to the worst of circumstances. Here he was, the dispensing agent of birth control pills for this beautiful young blonde, and he knew there was no opportunity for him whatsoever to satisfy the lusty sexual urges that he felt deep within the well of his inner being. Just how much frustration could a man take? he asked himself. It was a form of cruel and unusual punishment, he felt, to be in this position, to be the man to dispense birth control pills to the lovely young coeds from Tate University.
"Well, I guess you know why I'm here," she giggled, licking her lips. "The usual, Glen."
"Yes, just a second."
She watched as he turned and walked toward a nearby counter. He removed a container of pills, which he carried over to her. He placed them in her right hand.
"Thank you," she smiled. "Let me tell you something. I'm preparing for an invasion."
"An invasion?"
"That's absolutely right," Nancy Lewis laughed, her eyes twinkling. "I'm running up against Davey Sampson."
"Oh, the varsity football star?"
"Right on," she chuckled, her eyes dancing. "Yes, he'll be visiting me tonight at my dorm. As usual, whenever something-like this happens,^ strongly suggest that my roommate Harriet go out for the night. So she's got herself a date and I've got the room to myself. Oh, boy, that guy turns a girl every way but loose."
Just hearing Nancy Lewis recount details of another man's sexual propensities, coupled with the breathy manner in which she was revealing the details and the twinkly merriment that her dancing eyes displayed, prompted Glen Parsons to feel waves of quivering need throughout his entire body. He could feel his penis hardening instinctively in his shorts as he listened to her continue to reveal facts concerning the upcoming visit from Davey Sampson.
"That's why I'm so appropriately dressed," she laughed mischievously. "Davey prefers very little to be left to the imagination. As little as possible. He'll take care of the rest. By that, darling, I mean he'll strip me nice and clean."
His body twitched and began to shift uncomfortably as he continued to listen to her talk about Davey Sampson and his legendary sexual prowess.
"You really like the guy, huh?" Glen asked.
"That's right. How can you fail to appreciate a man like that? He's so virile. He just clamps me in those strong, secure arms of his, and then he goes to work. Pumps like crazy. And, darling, if I do say so myself, I've got about the tightest-clasping pussy at Tate University. At least so I've been told so many times that I've got to believe it."
"You're quite a girl."
"I guess a lot of the coeds are jealous of me," she giggled. "They're jealous because of my looks, my figure, and the way that I can turn on men. You know, an awful lot of them think that I'm crude and cheap for talking like this. I don't think so, do you?"
"Of course not."
"I mean, why is it crude and cheap just to talk about something as much a part of life as sex? I mean, should sex really be considered dirty?"
"No, I don't think so."
"You bet your ass it shouldn't," she smiled, delighted by the fact that Glen Parsons was agreeing with her. "And my dear friend Davey Sampson doesn't think so either. I date quite a few of the jocks because these guys keep in such fantastic shape. I mean, they're running, lifting weights, eating the right kinds of protein foods so that they've got good sperm count. They're aggressive, strong, and very manly. Oh, yes, do I ever love having Davey smother me. The way he pounds that hard, driving cock deep inside my pussy. Oooohhh, I hope I'm not boring you with all this conversation."
"Of course not. It's a slow night anyway. I enjoy talking to you."
"You're such a dear, Glen. So understanding. You know, what with the women's rights movement coming into such great prevalence these days, I think that a woman ought to be able to talk straight up front about sex in the same candid way that men have for years. That's what I keep telling these girls, a lot of them just throwing sour grapes at me to begin with, who think that it's cheap for me to talk the way that I do."
"Give it to them, honey. You're a beautiful girl and you're just having fun with your body. I don't see anything wrong with that," Glen said.
Once again she smiled delightedly.
"Thank you. Well, it's been interesting talking to you, but I guess I'd better get going. I've got to get ready for my he-man. My caveman. The guy who's gonna take me in his arms and reduce me to melted butter. I guess in that sense I'm not very much in the swing of the women's rights movement. I do like to be dominated by cavemen. Oh, well, so much for that. Thank you, Glen honey, and it's been nice talking to you."
Glen's penis smoldered with intense desire as he stared at the ripe, firm body of the beautiful Nancy Lewis. He kept staring at her firmly jutting breasts and the way that her crinkly nipples pushed against the outline of her white sweater. He could not let the opportunity pass. Now that she had him steamed up to such an extent, he at least had to discuss the possibility of taking her out.
"Nancy," he called out to her just as she was about to vanish out the door.
The glamorous young blonde turned on her heels and stared at him curiously.
"Yes," she said.
"Well, Nancy, I, uh . . . I mean, I was just wondering."
"Spit it out, Glen, you're talking to a friend," she chided him laughingly.
"Well, Nancy, I was just about to say," he continued hesitantly. "I'm off . . . I'm off tomorrow. I was just wondering if ... I mean, if you're not doing anything. I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to go see a movie with me. There's a delightful French comedy that's playing downtown. I'd . . . I'd really like to take you to see it ... I mean, if you're not tied up, if you're not too busy."
She looked at him for several moments before answering. All the while the nervous, frustrated Glen Parsons's heart beat with palpitating steadiness.
"I'm afraid not, Glen darling," she laughed. "Like I said, I like to be up front with my comments. Do you mind?"
"Of course not."
"I told you earlier I like to date jocks. Different type than you. You're a nice guy and all that but I just can't see myself going out with you. You can find somebody if you look hard enough, honey, I'm just not the girl. And, if there's no action available on a given evening, there's always the old hands. Beating the old meat. All the guys do it anyway, right?"
"I guess so," he replied despondently.
Nancy softened as she observed the crushed expression on Glen Parsons's face.
"Sorry, honey, didn't mean to be crude," she said. "Hope you understand."
"Oh, sure, I understand."
"Hope this isn't gonna affect our friendship. I really do like talking to you, Glen. Honestly I do."
"Naw, it isn't gonna affect a thing," he shook his head. "Just an idea I had."
"I wasn't trying to insult you. I want you to know that. Maybe I was a little too crude."
"No, that's all right. You are very candid, just like you said."
She waved, turned on her heels and left the room.
"The bitch," he muttered under his breath.
The rest of his shift proved to be exceedingly boring. Several people came in and picked up prescriptions, but in the main he had nothing to do other than just stare out the window and read a book that was maintaining only sporadic interest for him. He soon put the book down, however, tossing it aside angrily. He just couldn't get Nancy Lewis out of his mind, particularly the offhanded manner in which she had completely rejected him, telling him bluntly that he just wasn't the kind of man that she preferred.
He had observed her through the window as she walked across the parkway leading to the women's dorms. A few minutes later he observed the large, hulking figure of Davey Sampson as he entered the dorm.
Glen couldn't help but envy somebody like Davey Sampson, an aggressive, popular football player who could get action from a beautiful young woman like Nancy Lewis, somebody so sexually ravishing that he would have given his right arm just for one night with her.
The following day, one in which he was off, Glen Parsons found himself crouching in the darkness near the dorm where the beautiful Nancy Lewis lived. He observed her silhouetted figure through the drawn shades of her room as she would walk back and forth. Every time that he saw her ripely seductive hips wiggling as she walked and the firmness of her resolute ass cheeks, his penis would harden that much more in his trousers. He would also hear those same terrible words, which reverberated time and again in his brain, the words in which she had completely rejected him.
The next day, after getting off from work, Glen did something strange. He got into his green
Toyota and drove to a shopping center not far from the campus. He walked into a novelty store, where he purchased a black stocking mask and a phony black handgun, which looked for all intents and purposes like the real thing.
"Going to a costume party?" the gray-haired salesman smiled.
"Oh, yeah," Glen nodded.
"You can scare the bejeebers out of people with that gun and the mask," the man chuckled.
"I guess I can."
"That's what this store's all about," the man smiled pridefully. "I like to see people having a good time. I was a practical joker myself when I was in school. I get a kick out of seeing all these college kids come in and buy all these crazy getups that they take to these parties. Then they come back afterwards and tell me about how much fun they had fooling their friends. Just kind of go easy, son, though. Don't want to get somebody all* shook up."
"Oh, no, it's all gonna be in fun," he assured the man.
"That's good. That's very good."
The man rung up the sale, after which he smiled and said: "Have fun, son."
"I will," Glen answered softly as he walked away.
Glen could hardly believe the game plan that was germinating in his mind. He continued to feel a seething brand of hatred for the brash, alluring man-trap Nancy Lewis. How dare she reject him in such an off-handed manner? He kept comparing himself to Davey Sampson. Perhaps he was just an obscure orderly at the Tate University Medical Center, and maybe Davey Sampson was a big man on-campus and a strong possibility for ail-American football honors. All the same he could conduct himself every bit as convincingly as Davey if he just had the opportunity, if only this beautiful woman would give him the chance to show just what he could do in bed.
He was therefore contemplating a bold course of action. One way or another he would have her. He would wait until the beautiful blonde was alone in her room, and then he would make his move, bursting in through threats and intimidations, and then, finally, there would be the moment of reckoning. He would do the very things that he had only dreamed of in the past. He would dominate this sultry, combustible mass of female sensuality until she was begging for more.
On those occasions when he did not feel quite so bold, thoughts would shift back in his mind to that terrible occasion with Claire, along with other frustrating incidents involving members of the opposite sex. Glen told himself that he just had to turn the corner, that he had to prove his sexual prowess to himself. He recalled how easily it was for him to get steamed up listening to the lovely Nancy discuss sex with other men. Perhaps that was a good sign, he told himself. Just maybe he would be able to turn the corner and achieve a meaningful relationship with somebody if he could Just shake himself loose from these terrible feelings of inadequacy that were constantly flooding through him.
He waited in the darkened shadows outside the dorm, behind a large tree so that he would be seen " by no one.
Eventually, on the third evening he observed the beautiful blonde's roommate Harriet leave on the arm of a Tate student. His heart began to pound as he anticipated that the moment was at hand. He reached inside his coat pocket and recognized that his trusty fake handgun was there, as was the black stocking mask that he needed to plant over his face.
He broke into a sweat and his hands and legs began to tremble. Glen thought about that terrible evening in Claire's bedroom, which had changed for the worst the entire course of his life. Then he told himself that there was really nothing to worry about. All he had to do was go up to her room and, if he decided not to follow through, just to run away. That way nobody would even be aware of * his failure, not even Nancy Lewis herself.
Glen walked up the stairs leading to the room on the second floor that Nancy Lewis occupied with her roommate Harriet. He looked around several times, observing that the doors were all completely closed and that the occupants of the dorm were either busy studying or had gone out. Finally, just about the time that he expected himself to be weakening, a surge of quiet resolution and strength overtook him. No longer did he feel those waves of inferiority, and no longer was the sweat running profusely down his forehead. Instead his penis was reverberating inside his shorts as he anticipated some sexual contact with the beautiful Nancy Lewis. He reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the black stocking mask, which he placed over his head. He then pulled out the fake handgun as well, after which he knocked boldly on the door, making certain that his knuckles rapped solidly on it, enough to convince himself that he was fully taking command. Since he was knocking a little louder than what Nancy was accustomed to hearing, her voice called out impatiently.
"Just a second, just a second, whoever you are," she said. "Hold off, I'll be right there."
He listened to the sound of footsteps inside the room. Seconds later the door opened and the beautiful Nancy Lewis was standing with open-eyed amazement, wearing a canary yellow robe and pair of white slippers.
"What the hell is this?" she murmured, her lips trembling.
"I'm coming in," he said.
When he spoke, it was in a booming, thunderous tone. To Glen Parsons he was every bit as macho, every bit as tough and dynamic as Davey Sampson. He was out to prove to this beautiful young woman that he was more than capable of dominating her, even though she would not know his actual identity.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot," she said, backing off as he entered the room.
He observed how her apple-cheek glow had immediately vanished. Her face turned chalk white and her lips continued to tremble as she stood there staring at the intruder with the handgun and the stocking mask, who had forced his way into her room.
Glen Parsons bolted the door shut, locking it.
"What are you gonna do to me?" she asked.
"Look, I mean, I don't have a lot of money, but my purse is right over there on the table. Take all you want. Go ahead, I mean, take it all. Like I said, I'm sorry, but there's not a lot of money there. Everything that is there you can take. I'm not arguing. Certainly not when you've got that gun there. I was always taught not to be foolish."
"Good girl," he laughed with ghoulish delight. "I'm not interested in your money. I'm interested in you."
"What do you mean? You're gonna kidnap me? My folks hardly have any money at all. Honestly. They're not rich. You couldn't get that much money out of kidnapping me."
"That isn't what I mean," he laughed loudly. "I'm interested in your body. What a beautiful body you've got. Have you got anything on underneath that robe?"
"No, I just stepped out of the shower," she replied fearfully.
"Let's see all you've got."
He pointed the gun menacingly toward her. She flinched, and he watched as her quivering hands reached down and undid the sash of her robe. It made him feel good inside to know that somebody else was doing the trembling. He was in the past accustomed to trembling in front of young women, but it was the sexy, beautiful young female in his midst who was trembling at this moment in time.
"That's it, take that robe off," he said excitedly. "I want to see you naked, completely naked."
"Oh, sure, sure," her voice trembled with exciter ment. "Take it easy now. Just don't do anything foolish. Just don't use that gun. I'll let you have a look. If it's a look you want, you'll get it."
"Good girl," he replied in the same booming tone. "That's what I like. Somebody who's smart enough to know the score."
"Oh, sure, I wasn't born dumb. Believe me I wasn't. Yeah, I'll let you have a good look."
He watched as she undid the sash, then pulled off her robe, exposing the shapely contours of her rich creamy, lustrous naked body. His eyes fastened with great delight on the firmness of her rieh, alabaster breasts, which towered with the magnificent opulence of two gigantic cones. He stared at the rich peaks of her towering boobs and, also, at the strawberry-colored nipples which rested at the top of them.
After that his eyes traveled downward on their erotic journey. He stared at her firm, ovalled stomach and her navel, following which his eyes then came to rest on the sparkling, vanilla-colored loveliness of her magnificent pubic mound. He stared at the radiance of her glossy cuntal mane, then down at the ripe succulence of her pink vagina.
"What a body," he gulped. "Oh, yes, you've got to be the best looking woman on this campus, or at least damn close to it."
"Oh, thank you," she forced a smile. "Just have a nice look, honey. Glad to let a man look at what I've got."
She hoped that this masked intruder would leave once that he finished staring at the ripeness of her firmly curvaceous body. His eyes danced downward toward the lean sensuality of her flow-ing, creamy thighs.
"Turn around," he finally said.
As his prick danced stirringly in his trousers, he watched as the beautiful Nancy Lewis turned around and showed him the firmness of her jutting ass cheeks. He liked the sparkling alabaster sheen of her gloriously firm and sensuously rich buttocks, two firm, ripe half-moons of ecstatic sensual ecstasy.
"Oh, damned, what a butt," he said. "Bend over, honey. I want you to put your hands on your knees. I want to get a good angle of your ass,"
Even though she continued to be terrified by this strange intruder, Nancy Lewis recognized that she would be crazy to resist him, particularly in view of the handgun that he was holding, which she was convinced was legitimate. She had no reason to believe that he was holding a phony article, and so he was able to use the weapon as a means of convincing her to do what he asked.
He watched as she placed her hands on her knees, extending her legs lasciviously, and as she did he stared down at the ripeness of her curvaceous globes. He observed a tiny dimple on her right buttock, and just staring at the firm sensuality of her shapely ass globes prompted him to feel more alive with seething desire than ever before. He kept thinking about how magnificent it would be to plunge his sharp, determined cock into the depths of her vagina.
"Wiggle those ass cheeks," he said, his voice booming resoundingly. "Come on, I want to see that beautiful butt in motion. Ahhhh, wiggle it real nice. Just the way you'd do it if a man was pushing his big, thick, juicy cock deep inside your pussy."
By then Nancy Lewis had long concluded that she was dealing with a deranged man, and that intimidated her even more.
Glen Parsons watched with lewd delight as the beautiful blonde began to grind her silky, flowing ass cheeks, moving them back and forth, clenching and unclenching them as he observed every magnificent, curvaceous line in her splendorous buttocks.
"Come on, move, them a little faster," he laughed.
Glen felt tremendous excitement in his cock and balls. His prick smoldered with intensity and he felt close to the rousing moment of orgasm. He did not want to juice at this moment in time, however. He had other plans, glorious plans, which would be realized by thoroughly dominating this beautiful blonde.
"Okay, stretch out on that bed," he gestured with his phony handgun. "Come on, just stretch out on your back. Spread your legs nice and wide, honey. We're gonna have ourselves plenty of fun."
Her eyes widened with fear. For the first time it became markedly clear to her that this deranged man who had forced his way into her dorm was apparently not going to be satisfied with just a strip show. He intended to do more, perhaps much more.
"Come on, just stretch out," he gestured angrily. "Let's not waste any time. You certainly wouldn't want me to start using this thing, would you?"
"No, heavens no," she sobbed. "Okay, okay, I get the point."
He grinned with sadistic delight as he observed the subservient blonde ease her firm, ripe body downward. He watched as the restless peaks of her buttocks came into contact with the sheets beneath her. He thought about how cocky and confident she had been when she discussed sex with him at the Medical Center, and how quickly she had put him down when he had asked her out. For that he would make her pay, and would, in addition, derive the greatest number of sensual thrills of his entire life.
"Reach down there with your hand," he said. "I want to see you play with your pussy. Play with your pussy and move your butt around."
Nancy Lewis felt a measure of relief. Just maybe this sickie, she thought, would be satisfied watching her after all. The one thing she could not bear to tolerate was for him to rape her, but then, she recognized, even if he decided to do so there was very little, if anything, that she could do about it. She was afraid to muster any resistance at all what with the'menacing weapon that he held in his right hand.
"Let's go, let's go to it right now,' he said.
Her fingers reached down and glided against the gnarled curls of her blonde pubic hairs. He smiled as he watched her hips grind concentrically against the bed sheets beneath her. He examined every firm fold of flesh on her radiant body, and suddenly a misty sheen of perspiration began to dampen her body. For once, he thought, somebody else was doing the sweating. That made him feel good as well. He was the confident party whereas his partner, on the other hand, was feeling more than a tiny measure of apprehension.
"That's what I like to see, cooperation, his voice boomed powerfully. "Nice, really nice."
The blonde-haired coed continued to compliantly run her fingers against the pinkness of her pussy and the blondness of her pubic curls. Eventually Glen called a halt to her activities.
"You can turn loose now," he said. Now I'm gonna get in on the action."
Chapter Three
Nancy Lewis became exceedingly terrified as she watched the masked intruder reach down and unzip his trousers.
Glen Parsons was filled with confidence upon observing the bloated, excited length of his thick, blue-veined staff. There was no longer anything to fear. He was beginning to feel tremendous waves of power. Maybe this was the way it had to be done, he thought, in order for him to realize his maximum in terms of sex potential. He recalled once again that terribly frustrating experience with
Claire, and the embarrassment that had ensued. But now here he was, his penis long and firm, and after achieving a full state of erection he was ready to immediately jump into action.
He stood over the cowering beauty, who stared up at him with wide-eyed apprehension.
"Oh, please, let me go," she begged fearfully.
He burst into sarcastic laughter. If there was one thing that Glen Parsons was enjoying, above all else, even beyond the unadulterated ecstasy of being able to stare at this beautiful woman's naked body, was the fact that she was no longer feeling cocky and confident. He recalled how quickly and emphatically she had told him that she was not interested in him at all, but now he was going to derive some revenge, as well as receiving tremendous sexual satisfaction at the same time.
Glen stood next to the bed, extending his legs, reaching down and toying with his penis. As his fingers worked up and down the full length of his bulging organ, he grinned broadly, happy over the fact that he was scaring this young woman, who did not know what to expect next. As a matter of fact, just knowing how much she feared him added to the pleasure that coursed through his whole body. There was something tremendously exciting and exhilarating about the fact that he did not exactly know what he was going to do. All he was aware of was that before he was through he would have thoroughly enjoyed himself. Of that he was completely confident.
"You just lie there stretched out on your back," he said. "I'm gonna take care of everything."
"Can't you give a girl a break?" she shrieked. "I mean, you don't want to hurt me, do you? You don't even know me."
"I'm just gonna have some fun with you," he said in a booming tone. "You're gonna enjoy it. We're both gonna enjoy it. It's gonna be a beautiful experience."
"Just don't hurt me. Oh, please, don't hurt me. Do you want to watch me finger myself off?"
"No, I'd rather engage in more direct action," he told her.
With that he released his fingers from his hard, steely shaft. She watched as he thrust his gun into his coat pocket.
"Don't think that you can do something foolish," he warned her solemnly. "If you do it'll cost you honey. It'll cost you your life. I can get that gun out of there and do you in before you can make a move. Besides, why take a foolish risk like that? If you play your cards right you can have yourself some fun and live, too. So play it smart for your own good."
She continued to lie there in a state of total bewilderment. Her masked intruder threw himself down on top of the bed. She cringed, her heart palpitating, not knowing what to expect from the masked man, who was panting heavily.
He pushed his fingers solidly forward, allowing them to grab hold of her firm breasts. He loved the warmth of her ripe, succulent, marshmallow-like fleshy globes. His fingers moved smoothly and slowly at first, but before long he was tightly pinching and compressing the warm skin in his fingers; He squeezed the warm globules of flesh until she shrieked with pain.
"OOHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME," she sobbed. "PLEASE, CAN'T YOU STOP? OH, PLEASE, STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW."
"Stop bawling like a damned baby," he barked. "You're gonna get along one hell of a lot better if you cut that out. Besides, what are you but a bitch anyway? I'll bet you've got all kinds of boyfriends. I mean, a girl as good looking as you and all. And I'll bet they fuck hell out of you. Don't you get fucked quite a bit?" "That'snone of your business," she sobbed. "Of course you do. And don't get smart with me, honey. You do and it's gonna cost you. It's gonna cost you one hell of a lot."
With that he pinched the warm skin of her breasts even tighter than before. That caused her to grit her teeth, letting out a gasp of pain as she winced.
"Just let that be a lesson to you," he said. "I'm in control. In complete control. This is all gonna be done my way. Yes, indeed, honey, I'm gonna get myself some thrills."
His fingers pushed onward, this time pressing against the prickly warmth of her pink nipples. He twisted his fingers against the crinkly flesh, holding on tightly, and as he did he listened to the gasping sounds of pain emanating from Nancy Lewis. She twisted her mouth and closed her eyes, detesting the fact that she was currently immersed in a nightmare. Glen loved being in the situation he was, being totally in command, getting to do whatever he chose with this blonde-haired beauty who lay writhing before him on top of her bed. "WHAT A GORGEOUS BODY," he exclaimed. "OOOHHH, I LOVE PRESSING MY FINGERS AGAINST YOUR NIPPLES. WHAT SENSATIONS. WHAT A BODY YOU'VE GOT."
Eventually he released his fingers from her nipples, which caused Nancy Lewis to heave a sigh of relief. But she was not out of trouble for long. His quickly probing, sharply insistent fingers reached down and made a quick grab for the curvaceous hillocks of flesh that constituted her ass cheeks. He pushed against the ripe folds of fle.sh, letting his fingers press and indent sharply against them, and he pushed his fingers with vigorous desire against her ass cheeks until she could feel quivering waves of pain.
"OOOHHH, THIS FEELS GOOD," he said. "OH, THIS IS NICE. I LOVE PUSHING MY FINGERS AGIANST YOUR BUTT. WHAT A GLORIOUS, BEAUTIFUL BUTT."
He had always admired the way that Nancy Lewis swaggered in her tight-fitting clothes. Glen had enjoyed in particular watching her twisting ass cheeks in rapid-fire motion. Now he was in complete control of her buttocks as his piercing fingers kept on pushing forward, gliding tightly, grinding against the warmth of her flowing, firm ass cheeks. His commanding fingers continued to grip and thrust against her buttocks for a few seconds longer. When he released his fingers from them, he reached down and grabbed hold of his hard, excited cock. He pushed and shoved with both hands, letting his fingers collide against, the base of his rigid instrument.
When he released his fingers from his hard, inflamed phallic tool, he pushed his fiery cock forward, shoving it toward its target, the warm, vulnerable, folds of her pussy flesh.
He stared down at the enticing pink petals along with the erect nodule of her clitoris. As he looked even closer, he began to observe signs of moisture in her vagina. His heart palpitated with wild desire as he observed the telltale dampness, which indicated that, in spite of the fears that she might have felt and could be feeling even at present, there was another side of the blonde beauty that was surfacing as well. She was enjoying at least some of the action that he was sending forth.
"JUST LOOK AT THAT PUSSY," he grinned.
As a means of exciting the beautiful Nancy Lewis even more, he reached down with his right hand and glided his fingers against the budding node of her quivering clitoris, which became instantly inflamed.
Her buttocks and hips twitched as she lay there gasping on the bed, and as she turned on to his teasing finger strokes, Glen Parsons laughed triumphantly.
"You can't tell me you don't like this," he said. "You little bitch. You've had plenty of this in the past. Tell me you've been fucked plenty of times. I'm not gonna believe you if you don't confirm that."
"I don't talk about things like that,"
"You'd better start talking about it."
With his free hand, Glen reached down and menacingly pinched at her ass cheek. His fingers shoved tightly against the warmth of her silky ass globe, causing her to cry out with pain.
"OOOHHH, OQOHHH, STOP, PLEASE STOP IT," she sobbed.
"Tell me about your sex life. Tell me you've been fucked plenty of times. Isn't it true?"
"OKAY, OKAY, I'VE BEEN FUCKED, I'VE BEEN FUCKED," she sighed. "WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT TO HEAR?"
"Tell me you're a bitch. Say, 'I'm a bitch.' That's what I want to hear."
"I'm a bitch," she shrieked. "Okay, I'm a bitch. Are you satisfied?"
"At least we're starting to understand each other better now," he laughed. "Just don't give me any crap, honey, and you'll be a whole lot better off."
He withdrew his fingers from her ass cheek, continuing to probe with the fingers of his right hand as they glided into the ever-dampening warmth of her quivering pussy. He could see that the beautiful Nancy Lewis was experiencing dual emotions. One side of her hated him and detested what he was doing, but the other facet of her personality was both curious and agitated by all that was happening.
"What a fuck I'm gonna give you," he said as he removed his fingers from her dampened pussy.
He reached down with both hands, letting his fingers grab hold of the firm, exquisite flesh of her thighs.
Glen held on tightly to her silky, sweat-stained thighs, parting them slowly, then preparing to grind forward with his thick, thundering staff.
"OOOHHH, LOOK AT THAT PUSSY," he gasped, licking his lips in a state of wild, determined sensuality. "OOOHHH, AM I EVER GONNA PUSH MY PRICK INSIDE YOUR HOT SLIT. AM I EVER GONNA FUCK YOU. YOU WANT TO BE TAKEN BY ME. YOU MIGHT AS WELL ADMIT IT. ADMIT IT. YOU WANT ME. COME ON, TELL ME, TELL ME."
Frenziedly he pushed tightly against her thighs, pinching them until she once again felt waves of pain throughout her body. She heaved a deep gasp of frustration, then spoke.
"OKAY, OKAY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she wildly exclaimed. "DO WHATEVER YOU WANT TO DO. BUT, OOHHH, STOP HURTING ME. PLEASE, OHHH, STOP IT. YOU'RE PUSHING SO'HARD AGAINST MY THIGHS. OHHH, I DON'T LIKE IT AT ALL. OHHH, IT HURTS TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, OHHHH, MUCH TOO MUCH."
He eased his grip, allowing his fingers to continue to push sharply against his helpless lover's thighs, but not with the piercing kind of force that he had earlier manifested.
She listened to the heavy, insistent grunting sounds that emanated from his trembling mouth as he pushed his hard, bludgeoning phallic tool forward.
"OOOHHH, I'M GONNA BE INSIDE YOU," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, I WANT YOU TO SHAKE YOUR BUTT. I WANT YOU TO FUCK UP TO ME. YES, I'M EXPECTING A TERRIFIC SCREW. OOOHHH, WE'RE GONNA REALLY MAKE WILD LOVE. AAAHHH, YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I AM. COME ON, I WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU. TELL ME, TELL ME YOU WANT IT.".
"OOOHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT. FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she gasped.
As he shoved his hard, determined cock forward, letting it glide inside the tight, wet warmth of her clinging pussy, the beautiful Nancy Lewis realized that, as wild as this all seemed, she was beginning to turn on to this wildman.
His fingers clutched tightly against her thighs for several moments. He then released his fingers from them, letting them clutch with tight warmth as they pushed against her flowing breasts.
She shoved her breasts and nipples forward, and as she maintained upper body movement, the beautiful blonde also ground her hips in snake-like earnestness, letting her sensual hips and flaring ass cheeks grind concentrically as they made steady contact with the bed beneath her.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK YOU ARE," he grunted. "OOHHHH, KEEP THAT BUTT MOVING. OOHHHH, I LIKE IT, I LIKE IT, I LOVE IT WHEN I SEE BEAUTIFUL ASS CHEEKS LIKE THIS SHAKING."
He observed the satiny sheen which covered her ripe, flowing buttocks, giving them a glossy tone. As they kept on manipulating and grinding against the crisp bed sheets beneath them, he kept on hammering with his determined cock, driving his staff back and forth as he pushed and pumped it with solid resolution deep inside her hot mound.
Glen Parsons loved the manner in which her hips dramatically clenched and unclenched as her pussy snapped, providing, him with the tightest possible screw as he kept on maintaining his steady action. He worked his steely peter in a whirling dervish of determined anxiety as he pushed and shoved with his blasting ramrod, sliding it into the quivering inner depths of her hot hole.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I CAN KEEP THIS UP," he grunted. "I LIKE THIS KIND OF ACTION. I COULD FUCK YOU FOREVER. OOOHHH, I'M LOVING THIS. STICKING MY PRICK INSIDE YOUR PUSSY. STICK IT IN THERE GOOD. OOOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAAAHHH, OOOOOHHHHH, COME ON, FUCK UP, COME ON, FUCK UP, MEET MY STABS. OOOH, THIS I LIKE. HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK.''
His buttocks ground back and forth as he slammed his stirring dagger that much deeper into the tight, intimate portals of her flowingly moist cuntal channel. He loved the tightness of his fuck, and the manner in which her clasping pussy muscles grabbed hold of his intruding spear. All the while he found himself pushing that much closer to the relentless moment when the rampaging juices would be forced to explode tumultuously from the rubbery tip of his erect, determined prick.
As he kept on ramming and slashing with his hard, stinging cock, he watched the manner in which the beautiful blonde's eyes rolled and her hips swirled as she began to enjoy each and every crisp, determined thrust that he sent inside her.
While his whirling dervish penis kept on detonating her with its decisive blasts, his fingers indented sharply against the warmth of her firm breasts. All the while he was pushing that much nearer, ever closer to the inevitable moment when the tempestuous sea of hot, white sperm would have to explode from the end of his jarring prick.
His fingers pushed tighter and tighter, shoving against her breasts, locking against their warmth as he heaved deeper sighs and plunged his savage joy stick that much deeper inside her.
As for Nancy Lewis, she could scarcely believe what was happening to her. Here was a bully, a man who dared to force his way into her room at gunpoint, a man who had threatened to kill her, and yet here she was, her sweaty hips writhing in a state of wild, impassioned lust as she joyfully received every quick, knifing stab that he sent into the seething depths of her pussy.
She could feel herself driving closer to the tumultuous moment when the juices would have to explode from her own savory nest. She extended her legs wider than before, continuing to feel the dual sensations of his plunging fingers which pushed against the shapely conical surface of her warm boobs, and the thundering penis that completely took charge of things as it filled her womb with its lightning, determined blasts.
The sweat began to roll down both sides of her face as she let out a loud gasp, grimaced, then prepared to explode her hot, flowing juices.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, I CAN'T HOLD BACK ANYMORE," she grunted. "OOOOHHH, OHHHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME. OHHHH, JUST DRIVE YOUR COCK. OOOHHHH, DRIVE IT INSIDE ME. FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OOOHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT. I FEEL SO STRANGE. OOOHHHH, OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, AAAHHHH, AAAAAHHHHH."
He listened to the delightful sounds of the jangling bedsprings and the loud, incessant gasps that she heaved as he watched the juices explode from her pussy.
It felt good to have her delightful juices splashing against the solid warmth of his hard, incessantly plunging cock as he pushed and stabbed with it, sliding it hard and fast inside her steaming cuntal channel as he pushed that much nearer to the state of a brisk, enthusiastic climax.
He withdrew his fingers from her shapely breasts, letting them push and twist as they ground tightly against her sharply writhing ass cheeks.
"HOLD ON, OOOHH, I'M GONNA JUICE, DAMNED, I CAN'T HOLD BACK MUCH LONGER," he told her. "OOOHHH, COME ON, KEEP SHOVING YOUR BUTT. KEEP SHOVING YOUR BUTT BACK UP TO ME. THIS FEELS SO GOOD. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT."
The crescendo of wild passion continued as he slammed and slashed with his sharply intruding cock, letting it drive and twist as he worked it deep inside the warmth of her sticky cunt, which contained the juices that had recently spilled from her pussy.
As he held on tightly to her grinding ass cheeks, he heaved a deep sigh, beginning to feel the waves of overpowering sensuality in his bloated, ever-expanding testicles.
In spite of the fact that Glen wanted to prolong this act forever, he knew that that was impossible. By then he had reached that inevitable point, the moment at which the juices just had to pour with thundering fury from the nub end of his raging inferno, which kept on blasting with skillful authority as it pushed and pumped into her soggy fissure.
"OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, I CAN'T HOLD BACK ANYMORE," he gasped.
"OOOHHH, DARLING, DON'T, DON'T HOLDBACK," she grunted. "OOOHHH, FUCK ME, COME ON, KEEP FIRING AWAY. OOOHHH, I WANT TO FEEL YOUR HOT JUICE INSIDE ME. I WANT YOU TO GUSH. OHHHH, I REALLY WANT TO FEEL IT. OOOHHH, DARLING, OOHHHH, KEEP AT IT. OOOHHH, YOU SPEAK MY LANGUAGE, OOOHHH, COME ON, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME."
Her encouraging words served as music to his ears. He listened to her heavy gasping breath as he pushed and plunged a few times more, after which, finally, the first few droplets of thick, white sperm began to explode from the towering tip of his hard, rapidly cannonading organ.
"OHHHH, OOOHHH, HERE I GO," he grunted. "OOOOOOHHHHHH, AAAAAHHH, OOOOHHHH, WHAT A FUCK. OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, TIGHTEN YOUR PUSSY MUSCLES. OOOHHH, TIGHTEN, TIGHTEN, GIVE ME THE TIGHTEST FUCK YOU CAN. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, I LOVE IT. OHHHHH, WHAT A GREAT SCREW. OOOHHH, WHAT A GLORIOUS SCREWS COME ON, OHHHH, WIGGLE YOUR BUTT, WIGGLE IT."
As an added inducement to get his subservient lover to wiggle her buttocks, Glen reached out with both hands and delivered slaps which caught her on her ripe, flowing buttocks. He loved hearing the popping sounds of his flesh coming into contact with hers and he simultaneously heard the squishy sounds of his rapidly detonating cock, the juices from which were spurting with wild, voluminous rage inside the seething cauldron of her pussy.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME," she sighed. "DARLING, OOOHHH, STICK YOR COCK INSIDE ME. OHHHH, BLAST AWAY, OOOHHH. MY DARLING, OOOHHH, FUCK ME, OHHHHH, FUCK MY PUSSY. YES, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT UP, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT."
He slapped at her ever-reddening buttocks flesh a few more times as he kept on firing his,steady cannon, grinding his hard, solid cock deep inside her rapidly quivering mound as the final few drops of-steaming white juice exploded from the torrential tip of his blast-furnace peter.
Glen grunted and gasped, panting loudly as he finally removed his cock from her pussy. He could not help but feel a tremendous surge of accomplishment flowing through his entire body. He thought back to the night that Nancy had confidently told him about her date with the football star. Well, he realized, that football player certainly had nothing on him. He could be as wildly macho as any man on that damned campus. It made him feel good to know that he had the balls to follow through with his wild scheme, and it had come to fruition.
He stared down at the sweaty figure of his beautiful lover, who looked up at him with disbelief.
"I don't know who you are, but you sure can fuck," she said.
"Of course I can," he said confidently. "I know where it's at. Just look at my cock. You know, it's still pretty damned hard, if I do say so myself."
Even though his penis had gone slightly flaccid from the time that the juices had exploded from it, Glen Parsons' prick retained a certain measure of hardness. He pointed toward it, then commanded:
"Come on. I want you to put your fingers to work. I want to find out how good you are at jerking cock. At getting it back to where it was before. I'll bet you've done this with lots of guys. As a matter of fact, I imagine you're quite the campus swinger. Am I right?"
"I've had my share of affairs," she nodded.
"How do I stack up along with the others?"
"You're the wildest, the most unpredictable," she shook her head.
"How did you like my cock? How did that stack up?"
"It was wild," she shook her head with disbelief. "I can't believe any of this. Right from the time that you walked in on me. You're some kind of wild, daring guy. I guess you'll stop at nothing to get what you want."
"That's absolutely right," he laughed. "And you know it, honey. You know exactly what I need. So come on, a little less talk, a little more action. I'm still very much in charge and I want you to realize that."
"You'll never let me forget it," she replied.
"Damned right. I'm not gonna let you forget it at all. So come on, get busy, get real busy with those fingers of yours. I want you to let 'em pump. I want you to plant 'em real nice, let 'em move real firm against my prick. Come on, let's get those fingers rolling. I want to feel those warm, terrific sensations."
He pointed down toward his cock once more, this^ime gesturing with a measure of impatience. She immediately responded to the cue, reaching down with both hands and letting her fingers glide along the tip of his steely prong.
"Pretty damned good, it hasn't gone down that much," he gulped. "Just put your fingers to work. Come on, just show me how good you are. Come on, pump, honey. I want you to pump against my prick. I want you to move those fingers. Yes, move them real nice, honey. Really drive them. Ahhh, ooohhh, drive them against my hot organ. Drive them against my firm flesh."
He grinned boardly, watching as her fingers probed and twisted against the ever-lengthening base of his penis. It had exploded once before, and he was already thinking about what he could do this beautiful woman a second time around. It made him feel good to know that he had completely taken charge of things, and that, in the process, he had exceeded his own wildest dreams as far as generating a positive response from her was concerned. He had resigned himself to the fact that, even if he followed through with his wild scheme, probably Nancy Lewis would allow him to fuck her only out of a sense of fear, and that down deep she would maintain a morbid hatred for him. He could see that such was not the case. Even though she had wanted to hate him for what he was doing to her, something within her would not allow that to happen. Instead he was able to turn her on, to drive her to the depths of burning passion, after which she rsponded to him in the same way that she could be expected to react to one of her boyfriends.
"Come on, keep those fingers busy," he called out. "I like that. Ahhh, I like the finger action. What do you think, honey?"
"I'm getting it back up there," she smiled triumphantly. "Just look at that cock snapping to attention."
"Yes, you're doing quite a job of it," he nodded. "Come on, keep up those sweeping finger strokes. Ooooohhh, pump real nice. Up and down, ooohhh, up and down. Yes, this is my kind of action. Ahhh, I'm gonna get hard, rock hard, just like I was before. This is great. Come on, ooohhh, keep on fingering me. Pump with those fingers. Ahhh, come on, really pump."
His buttocks twitched and his legs twisted as he watched her fingers manipulate solidly against the firm, fleshy base of his ever-lengthening penis. Now he had apparently acclimated her fully, prompting her to recognize just how important it was to please his every wish.
As her fingers kept on resolutely tugging and sliding against the fleshy base of his rapidly inflating cock, he looked down and observed the manner in which his balls were rising sharply at the same time. His scrotum bulged as did his cock, which continued to harden under the stirring, determined strokes of her resolute fingers.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE GETTIN' THERE, YOU'RE GETTIN' THERE," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP PUMPING. THOSE FINGERS. OOOHHH, THAT ACTION, I LOVE IT. COME ON, OOOHHH, NICE AND CRISP. YES, OOOHHH, COME ON, FINGER ME."
Spurred on that much more by his wildly enthusiastic utterances, the beautiful blonde kept on manipulating her sliding fingers as they glided with resolute passion along the full length of his hard, inflamed organ. He loved feeling those warm, delightful sensations ripple through his whole body, focused in particular on his rigid penis'.
"OKAY, YOU CAN LET GO NOW," he finally said.
The beautiful blonde compliantly released her fingers from his blue-veined staff, which she stared at with a feeling of accomplishment, knowing how much she had hated him in the process of regaining his former hardness.
"Not bad, not bad at all," he nodded.
"I'm glad I was able to oblige."
"Oh, yes. Listen, honey, you'd put a hard-on on anybody. I mean, anybody. Just look at that body. Then when you move those fingers real nice. Ahhh, did that feel good."
"You sure are a strange guy," she shook her head, "I guess that's what makes me so intriguing." f "I don't know whether intriguing or unpredictable is the better word."
"Either one," he shrugged.
Chapter Four
The highly aroused Glen Parsons was turning into a sexual wildman and loving every minute of it.
He liked the fact that this same beautiful woman who had cast him aside so quickly on the occasion when he had asked her out was now being forced to succumb to his every wish, and was, in the process, learning to enjoy her subservient condition.
As she lay there stretched out on her back, he reached out with both hands and let his fingers once again twist and glide along the warmth of her upthrusting breasts, which stood out with the prominence of twin tents.
His fingers darted and danced as he kneaded the warm, resilient flesh.
"You sure are some tits man, Mr. Rapist," she laughed teasingly.
"I'm a tits man, I'm an ass man, I'm a cunt man, I'm for the whole works," he said. "I'm even an ear and an armpit man."
"You're something else," she laughed.
He withdrew his fingers from the beautiful blonde's breasts. He then pushed his tongue forward, letting it glide and tease with snake-like earnestness as it danced inside the left ear of the beautiful Nancy Lewis. She let out a loud gasp as she responded to the quick, insistently steady prob-ings of the masked intruder's darting tongue. He drilled her left ear for several more strokes, then withdrew his tongue and let it slither with the same degree of snake-like meticulousness against her right ear. He let it move back and forth, allowing it to purposefully glide against the softness of her ear lobe.
"OOOHHH, YOU WEREN'T KIDDING," she sighed. "OOOHHH, WHAT A WORKOUT, HONEY. YOU ARE AN EAR MAN. OOOHHH, HONEY, THE WAY YOU'RE GRINDING YOUR TONGUE. IT FEELS SO NICE. AAAHHH, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD, SO VERY GOOD, OOOHHH, SO GREAT."
The longer that he kept up his skillful tongue penetrations against her ear, the faster that he proceeded to grind with it as it worked its way inside the wet warmth of her ear lobe. When he finally withdrew his hot, stirring, red tongue, it was to let it go to work against her armpits. He began by letting it grind with piston-like urgency as it teased against the softness of her right armpit. He pushed his damp tongue against the warm, inviting hairs, and enjoyed the manner in which her whole body came alive with passionate vigor. Her hips and buttocks once again glided restlessly as they twisted and turned with resilient passion and desire against the bed sheets beneath her. He kept on letting his charging tongue go to work as it danced and swayed, twisting with exuberant passion. He moved from her right armpit to her left, repeating the same kind of meticulous, penetrating thrusts. After a few more quick, decisive tongue movements in the direction of her armpit, he released his spirited tongue and let it glide down her stomach.
She liked the way that his wetly slithering tongue prodded against the warmth of her belly, and when he reached her navel he let his dancing tongue go to work with particularly spry anxiety. Back and forth he kept on letting it grind and slide until, ultimately, he released it from her navel and let it continue to move downward.
Soon his burning tongue was sliding and twisting against her thighs. He would let it grind against her left thigh for a few strokes, after which he would then permit it to slash against her right. The quicker that his devastating tongue collided with the warmth of her thighs, the more enthused that the beautiful blonde became. Nancy Lewis loved feeling the developing wetness from his quick, authoritative tongue thrusts, which pushed her into a seething whirlpool of passion. Her head spun from a combination of excitement and desire as he kept on whipping it, letting it drive and thrust as it worked its way feverishly against her legs.
When he finished tonguing her silky, dampened thighs, he nuzzled his tongue up between her legs and toward her inviting hair-fringed fissure.
His sensitive nostrils immediately picked up the invigorating scent of her musky womanliness. His eyes scrutined every wetly matted pubic curl as he then let it push forward against the glossy blondeness of her fiery cuntal mane. His tongue attacked her pubic hairs with the same kind of pistoning urgency that he had employed earlier when he had bathed the other portions of her scintillating anatomy.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE IS DRIVING ME WILD," she sighed. "OOOHHH, YOU MIGHT BE A RAPIST, OOOHHH, YOU MIGHT BE CRAZY. BUT I DON'T CARE. OOOHHH, ANYBODY WHO CAN FUCK LIKE THAT, OOOHHH, ANYBODY WHO CAN DO THAT IS GREAT. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP YOUR BURNING TONGUE MOVING, DARLING. YES, KEEP IT GRINDING. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HOW I WANT IT, YES, MY LOVE. SUCK ME, SUCK ME, SUCK MY CUNT. SUCK MY CUNT DRY. GET EVERY DROP OF JUICE OUT OF IT. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, HONEY, GO GET IT, OHHHH, GO GET IT, GO GET IT, GO GET IT."
Her frenzied, animalish mewls prompted him to glide his invigorated tongue that much deeper inside the wet warmth of her sweet-smelling cuntal furrow. His steaming tongue would alternate between the warmth of her blonde pubic curls and the wetness of her velvety pink vagina.
"OOOHHH, LOVER, STICK WITH IT," she begged. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, COME ON, HONEY. YES, OHHH, GRIND YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, HONEY, OHHHH, COME ON, TONGUE ME. YES, BRING ME OFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, DARLING. YES, OHHHH, BRING ME OFF, BRING ME OFF, BRING ME OFF."
Her toes wiggled and ultimately she curled them against the balls of her feet. Nancy's legs and buttocks wiggled and he could see the beads of sweat surfacing on her flowing, concentrically grinding ass cheeks as he kept on sliding his rampaging tongue into the burning depths of her quivering pussy.
Now he was concentrating exclusively on the velvety softness of her cuntal flanges. His tongue ground against the ragged edges of her inflamed cunt, and as he kept slashing with his tongue inside the burning depths of her cuntal pit, he pushed her that much closer to the state of a wild and exhilarating climax.
"OOOHHH, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF," she grunted. "DARLING, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. OOOHHH, COME ON, OHHHH, DO IT TO ME. YES, OOOHHH, DO IT TO ME."
He reached down and let his fingers glide with burning urgency as they indented sharply against the warmth of her sweaty ass cheeks. They ground and spun, working rapidly from side to side as he kept up his swift, digging tongue thrusts, allowing it to cascade warmly as it worked into the intimate depths of her hot furrow.
Soon she could hold back no longer and the blazing droplets of her cunt juice had to be released from her hot vagina.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU DID IT," she sighed deeply. "OOOHHH, HONEY, OOOHHH, I'M JUICING. YES, OOOHHH, CATCH EVERY DROP. OOOHHH, DARLING, CATCH IT ALL. OOOHHH, HOW I WANT IT, HOW I WANT IT, HOW I WANT YOU TO SWALLOW IT. OOOHHH, BABY, WHAT A PUSSY SUCKER. AAAHHH, WHAT A WILD CUNT LICKER."
Her legs kicked back and forth, her entire body turning into a writhing mass of gasping, panting sensuality. All the while she listened to the lewd slurping sounds of her rapidly attacking lover, whose blazing tongue continued to grind and thrust as he swallowed every droplet of her inflamed juices.
After the final few drops of hot cunt juice had been swallowed from her sodden, exploding mound, he released his tongue from her dampened organ and began concentrating anew on his hard, aroused cock.
"Well, I told you I could do it all with my tongue," he boasted, his chest swelling with a sense of accomplishment. "So now I'm gonna put my cock to work. My big, long prick is gonna do the job. It's really gonna do the job on you, honey."
"You really are a cocky guy," she shook her head. "I thought that some of the jocks I dated here at school had it all when it came to con^ fidence. Especially some of those bulky, muscle-bound football players. But no, you really take the cake. You make them sound downright modest."
"I can back it up, I can back it all up," he said.
He reached down and let his fingers glide against the warmth of his hard, agitated cock. Up and down he pumped until, finally, he released his fingers from his steaming organ.
"I'm ready now," he said. "Just get set because you're gonna really get fucked."
He angled his body forward, letting his hard, determined shaft begin to slide against her left breast. He loved the sensations of his cock base coming into rigid contact with her soft yet firm alabaster flesh. He kept moving his cock against the. sturdy, marshmallow-like substance of her warm, inviting orb. His steaming, penetrating penis would move from her left breast to her right, and all the while he continued to pant like a steam engine, enjoying enormously every scintillating aspect of the jolting activity.
"OOOHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME," she grunted. "DARLING, KEEP IT UP. OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT."
He went at her with hammering effectiveness, spearing her with his massive, bludgeoning weapon, gliding it against her left breast, then her right. After awhile he began to push his hard, sturdy organ up between her conical boobs. He loved pressing it with urgency against the ripeness of her warm flesh. He continued his quick, stabbing penis assault for several more strokes, and then, finally, he released his stinging organ from the pendulous valley that separated her voluptuous breasts.
"Open your mouth," he grunted.
"What are you gonna do, honey?" she inquired.
"What do you think? I'm gonna plug you with my prick. I'm gonna stuff it inside your mouth."
"Oh, you nasty guy. Not even my most aggressive lovers come at me like that. They treat me a little more gently."
"I'm not gonna treat you gently," he snarled. "I'm gonna treat you like a bitch. I'm gonna treat you like one, and, furthermore, you're gonna love it. You love being treated like a bitch. Admit it, honey. Admit it."
"Yes, I admit it," she sighed. "I don't know what it is about you, but I love it. Even when you're bullying me. Go, ahead. Come on, take charge of me, take charge completely."
"You're gonna get a long, sturdy prick pushed right down your throat."
"Oh, baby, you're my man. My cave man."
"You're damned right."
To prove his point once more, he reached down and let his fingers tweak tightly against her strawberry-colored, sharply erect nipples. As he tweaked and twisted them, she winced with pain and let out a loud mewl.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE REALLY PUNISHING ME," she gulped.
"But in a beautiful way."
"OHHH, YES. MAYBE I'M GOING CRAZY, OOOHHH, BUT I DO LIKE IT," she said. "TAKE CHARGE OF ME, LOVER. OOOHHH, YES, DOMINATE ME, HOW I WANT TO BE DOMINATED."
"I'll bet you never realized just how far you'd like a guy to go until you met me."
"That's right. I had always liked dominant men, but this is something else. I mean, I'm being treated like dirt under your feet, but there's something nice about it the way you do it."
"Yes, I'll bet there is," he laughed.
With that he shoved his hot, determined cock forward. It came at her with the lightning of a torpedo attack as he wedged it into the outer depths of her mouth.
"This is just the beginning," he told her. "I'm just getting warmed up."
He let out a quick grunt, continuing to grind and push with his determined cock, allowing it to slide against the velvety, wet softness of her outer mouth. Soon he would be penetrating much deeper, puncturing her with his spearing, intruding member, which he would exercise with due diligence and excitement.
His buttocks reeled with developing ecstasy as he began to grind his thudding cock deeper inside her mouth until, finally, he was pushing it with bruising impact all the way into her esophagus. The delirious blonde's eyes rolled as she found herself scarcely able to breathe. But through it all thdre was something thoroughly exciting about what was happening to her as this forceful, intruding stranger with the mask was giving her the fuck of her life. He kept on driving his cannonading cock deep inside her throat, slashing her with such stinging authority and impact that, for a few seconds, she wondered if his steaming penis would not come out the other side of her, through her neck.
"OOQHHH, OOOHHH, THIS IS A THROAT FUCK," he gasped. "AAAHHH, OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE PUMPING
WITH MY STIFF PRICK. AAAHHH, OHHHHH, THE JUICE IS GONNA SHOOT. IT'S ALL GONNA SPILL OUT OF MY PRICK. AAAHHH, IT'S GONNA SPILL INTO YOUR MOUTH."
While his lusty, burning, blue-veined tool kept on driving into the depths of her mouth, her sensuous, red lips clasped tightly against the bulging base of his volcanic organ. She felt the perpetual thudding of his inflamed testicles as they pushed and flounced against her chin. All the while he was pumping frenziedly, pushing his determined peter ever closer to the point of a tingly explosion.
His hairy, leathery testicles continued to expand as they bounced and thudded against her chin, and all the while he was pushing that much closer to that reckless, relentless moment when the burning, orgasmic waves of thick, white semen would explode from the thundering tip of his hard, inflamed phallic tool.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH. WHAT A FUCK," he grunted. "AAAHHH, I'M SLAMMING IT DOWN YOUR THROAT. OOOHHH, HOW NICE, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, LOVE IT."
His pistoning cock continued to take charge as it drove with burning ecstasy into her esophagus. Never had he felt any more secure and dominant with a woman than he did at that moment. The deep, painful frustration of his unsuccessful encounter with Claire was long forgotten as his spasming peter kept on pistoning, driving into the cavernous warmth of Nancy's velvety mouth as the helpless beauty wondered just when he would explode.
As she listened to the heavy, insistent gasps emanating from his throat, she became aware of just how closely he had moved to the state of a devastating climax.
His hips and ass cheeks wiggled as he kept on driving his burning member deep inside her. A few strokes later he was unable to hold back the flood tide of torrential juice that begged to be released from the end of his hot, mammoth spear.
"OOOHHH, OHHHHH, AAAHHH, HERE IT COMES," he gasped. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M GONNA EXPLODE. AAAAHHHH, IT'S GONNA SPILL INSIDE YOUR MOUTH. BEAUTIFUL, OOOHHH, BEAUTIFUL,"
His hammering, joy-filled pecker took charge right to the end as it thudded against the base of her throat. Then there was the wild deluge that suddenly hit. She closed her eyes, unable to believe the volume and intensity of his thundering explosion, wondering if she would drown in the process.
She lay there helpless under the sperm stampede that occurred in her throat, but yet, in spite of that feeling of helplessness, there was something strangely exciting about the whole ordeal.
Moments later he withdrew his penis from her mouth. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. He eased his body from the bed, then reached into his jacket pocket and took out his trusty fake handgun.
"What do you think of this?" he laughed. "Do you like the other gun better than this one?"
"Definitely," she said, looking at him with wide-eyed fear. "I hope you're not gonna do anything to me now. After all, you got what you wanted. Or didn't you?"
"Yeah, I guess I'd have to say that I did," he grinned. "Thanks for a beautiful evening." . "Don't mention it."
"Of course, you hardly had any choice in the matter, did you?"
"Not really. But for some damned strange reason you got me excited. I still can't figure out why. Perhaps fear just works that way."
"Maybe so, but why try and figure it out? If you had fun, so much the better. I'm not offended by the thought of a girl winding up enjoying an attack."
"No. It's just that I'm ashamed to admit it. I mean, I should hate you. I really should. There's one side of me that does, but the other doesn't. The other. Well, I can't exactly explain just what it does feel."
"You don't have to," he laughed. "Good-night."
With that he moved backward toward the door. She watched him intently as he Opened the door, then promptly left. As soon as he entered the hallway he slipped the gun in his pocket. He walked briskly toward the nearest exit, a tiny door that led out into an open courtyard.
Once that he made it into the darkness of the courtyard, Glen Parsons was able to breathe a sigh of relief. It was an experience unlike anything he had ever encountered in his life, and what was more, in spite of the tremendous risks involved, he wouldn't have changed one solitary bit of it.
Chapter Five
For the next several days following Glen Parson's daring rape of Nancy Lewis, his mind became immersed in the web of details which had led him to engage in such a reckless act.
He could see that there had been a period of great frustration in his life. As the frustrating events continued, he concluded that his only way to turn the tide was through engaging in a bold act. Up until the time that he had actually decided to enter Nancy Lewis's apartment and rape her, he had never thought that he would attempt anything quite that incredible. But he had done so, and now, as he thought about it in retrospect, he couldn't help but feel fearful. Had he lost his grip on himself? It was one thing to try and achieve some stimulating satisfaction from a member of the opposite sex, but it was another matter altogether to take the kind of terrible risk that he had.
Glen decided that in the future he would have to work through more conventional means. He was damned lucky that he hadn't been caught. Of course, he recognized the possibility that he could get trapped somehow, and that maybe Nancy could provide police with a clue. That is, if she actually reported the act. At the time that he had left, she had admitted that one side of her had enjoyed the action very much. That left him wondering if, maybe, after thinking things through, she would decide not to press charges at all.
While his mind was being tormented with those events, another beautiful coed from Tate University came to him to obtain some birth control pills.
The coed was a raven-haired beauty by the name of Mary Owens. She was a little shorter than Nancy Lewis, but her body was every bit as curvaceous as Nancy's, right down to the ripe, lush protuberances in her hips and buttocks, the flowing, long, sensual legs, and the firm, jutting breasts. He liked her thick eyelashes and dark, penetrating eyes, which were of an erotic violet shade. As she entered the room, his heart immediately began to palpitate. This was just the kind of girl he would love to thoroughly dominate in the same manner that he had the amorous Nancy Lewis.
"Hello there, Mary," he greeted, her warmly with a smile.
"Hi there, Glen. How's everything going?"
"Ah, same old routine," he shrugged. "How about you?"
"Things are going pretty super," her eyes gleamed. "I need some more pills."
"I guess a girl can't be too cautious in this day and age," he said as he secured the container of pills for her.
"That's for sure, that's for sure," she confirmed with a nod.
"You're so beautiful, Mary, that I'm sure you get more than your share of male admirers."
"I guess that any girl who has a certain amount of attractiveness is gonna have to fight so many men off," she laughed. "Of course, then you're always gonna run across a few that you don't want to fight off. With me, it's just a special few. I'm actually a pretty choosy girl, Glen."
"I see. Oh, well, with a campus as large as Tate's, I guess you have plenty of guys to choose from."
"Well, I guess so," she said, "but lately I've been kind of expanding my horizons. You see, the one thing that really turns me on is when a man can dance with me. I mean disco style. I just can't get enough of it. So if it's a guy from here, I probably won't meet him on-campus at all. I'll meet him over at Gus's." "Gus's?"
"Of course. You haven't heard of Gus's?" She looked at him strangely.
"No. Where is it? What is it?"
"You poor boy," she shook her head condescendingly. "I guess you've been spending too much time at work. All work and no play can make for a very dull life, Glen."
"Don't rub it in," Glen shook his head.
"You were asking about Gus's."
"That's right. You've gotten my curiosity aroused."
"It's a discotheque In Tarpon Springs."
"Tarpon Springs. Oh, yes. Isn't that the little Greek community?"
"That's right. About a good half-hour from here. You mean you've never even been to Tarpon Springs and you work here in Tampa?"
"Weil, I guess it would have to be said that I don't travel around too much. I generally stick to Tampa."
"I see. Well, Gus's is right off the main road. It's a popular discotheque run by this nice Greek man. There are scores of guys and gals there. Maybe you ought to stop by there sometime."
"Maybe I will," he smiled hopefully. "I guess you're there quite a bit, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes. I guess you'd say it's my home away from home," she told him. "At least when I don't have a big test coming up and can tear myself away from my studies. As a matter of fact, I found that disco dancing actually helps me in the classroom."
"Whatever caused you to figure that out?"
"It's very simple. The one thing a person can't afford to do is get too uptight. That will really affect you badly in the classroom. Disco dancing keeps me loose. If I'm loose everything seems to come much easier, especially my studies."
"That seems to make sense."
"Yes, I really do love it. There's something about getting out there under those flashing lights and just letting yourself go. I guess you'd call it a cathartic release or something like that."
"I know what you mean."
"At any rate, I guess that I gave you quite a sales pitch on behalf of disco dancing," she laughed.
"You also put in a plug for Gus's."
"Oh, yes. I can't believe you've never been there. Gee, that's incredible. Oh, well, you know about it now."
"Yes, I do. Maybe I'll see you there some night."
"Fine. Anyway, thank you, Glen, and I'll be seeing you," she waved.
He watched as she picked up the white box containing the birth control pills. Glen observed the manner in which her flowing ass cheeks appreciably filled out her skirt as she walked.
The rest of the evening Glen Parsons could not get Mary Owens off of his mind. Not only did her statement about disco dancing register. He also recalled vividly the comment she made about getting too uptight. That had been his problem when it came to studying. It had cost him a good deal, right to the point of his actually, flunking out. If only he had heard advice of that nature from a girl like Mary earlier in his life. Oh, well, he realized, he may not have even listened to it. For whatever reason, he wondered about Gus's and about getting acquainted with Mary Owens. Maybe this wasJ just the chance he was looking for. :
Chapter Six
Glen Parsons decided to travel to Gus's Disco his first night off.
The one thing that he was looking for was an opportunity to get his life back on a different track. Now that he had proven to himself that he was capable of thoroughly arousing a member of the opposite sex, he saw fit to find someone on his own, to develop a relationship with a beautiful woman apart from the kind of forced sex in which he had involved himself. He recognized the tremen-
dous risks of seeking to obtain pleasure through intimidation, through placing a stocking mask over his face, then proceeding to rape a beautiful woman.
He kept wondering just what would happen in his relationship with the lovely, dark-haired Mary Owens. He told himself that he was capable of attracting her. After all, look what he had done while he was wearing a stocking mask, he kept reminding himself. That had been an evening to remember, even though he knew he could no longer risk involving himself in sex in that particular way. He did not want to be caught and tried as a rapist.
Glen climbed into his car and drove to Tarpon Springs. As he arrived in the Greek community, he observed the Greek names on the numerous shops and stores that constituted the main street of the small town. He then moved on to the main road, which led back to St. Petersburg. He traversed it for several miles, after which he came upon a flashing neon sign and a parking lot filled with automobiles. The sign flashed GUS'S in bright gold letters. He pulled his car to a stop, finding one of the last few available spots in the parking lot. He then walked into the crowded discotheque, observing the flashing lights that swirled overhead. His eyes took in the fascinating sight of scores of men and women, their bodies dancing with unrestrained glee under the piercing lights.
He sat down at the end of the bar, ordering himself a Scotch on the rocks. His eyes scanned the dance floor carefully as he looked for the beautiful brunette. His stomach began to churn nervously as he thought about just what kind of an approach he would make to Mary Owens. As he watched how superbly some of the dancers were able to nimbly glide their bodies as they propelled them around on the dance floor, he wondered if he could make a good impression on this beautiful young woman at all. After ail, she had told him that she was impressed by dancing, and he had never been to a discotheque in his entire life. What was more, he feared that he would have great difficulty performing some of the fluid movements that the dancers were seemingly effortlessly able to execute on the crowded dance floor.
As he sipped his Scotch, however, he realized that apparently Mary Owens was nowhere in sight. His eyes combed the crowded room and he was unable to see her at any of the tables, or at the bar at which he was sitting.
Just maybe she wouldn't be there at all that particular evening, he realized. What was more, she might not have time to go there that frequently. Perhaps what she was telling him was that she enjoyed it whenever she got the chance, but that, what with school responsibilities weighing pressing-ly on her, she did not have occasion to visit Gus's all that often. -
He was into his second Scotch and water when he observed the front door open. He cast his eyes appraisingly in that direction, then observed the impressive figure of the voluptuous young Mary .Owens as she strolled into the room. She wore a tight-fitting yellow skirt and matching blouse which showed off her figure to exquisite advantage. The moment that his eyes fastened in her direction, he felt his cock hardening and his heart tugging. Instinctively he wanted to jump into the nearest bed with beautiful Mary Owens, but yet, on the other hand, he was nervous about even approaching her.
He watched as she sat down at a table not far from the dande floor. She waved to several people, giving Glen the idea that she was well known around Gus's.
At one point a young man in a white, short-sleeved shirt walked over to her table. They chatted for several minutes, after which the young man moved on.
As Glen continued to sip his Scotch, he observed another young, man approach the table of Mary Owens. He "saw the young man say something, then observed Mary emphatically shake her head. The young man's eyes dropped with disappointment and he walked away.
Glen realized that if he was going to make a move at all, he had better do it right then and there. He gulped down the last few drops of his drink, then ordered another, after which he moved toward her table.
As he approached Mary Owen's table, his heart pounded pulsatingly.
"Oh, Mary, how are you?" he began nervously.
Mary looked up with surprise, observing Glen standing before her, grinning crookedly.
"Why Glen, how's it going?" she smiled tactfully.
"Fine, just fine. Say, mind if I join you? Mind if buy you a drink?"
"Well ... I suppose it would be all right," she responded hesitantly.
Glen tried not to notice the diffidence in her response. Instead he sought to make the most of matters as he sat down quickly in a chair opposite hers, after which he summoned a cocktail waitress.
"What'll you have?" the waitress asked.
"I guess I'll have a Brandy Alexander," she said softly.
"Scotch on the rocks," Glen said.
As they sipped their drinks, Glen and Mary lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Glen wanted so badly to talk to this beautiful young woman, but he realized that he had to do it On her level to succeed, and he wondered if he was capable of doing that.
"Lots of fancy stepping out there," he said.
"Oh, yeah," Mary nodded lackadaisically.
"You know, I've never done anything like this before, but if you'd really like to," he gulped. "I mean, if you'd really like to, I'd get out there and dance with you. What do you think about it?"
"Naw, let's just sit here and drink," she said.
Glen's heart sank. He got the idea that this beautiful young woman wanted to be swept off her feet in a scene reminiscent of "Saturday Night Fever," but that he, indeed, was not the man to do it.
About the time that they were finishing up their drinks, he observed Mary waving to someone in another corner of the room. Her eyes sparkled with instant recognition and she quickly bolted up from her chair.
"Ricky, it's Ricky," she smiled broadly.
"Who's Ricky?" a disappointed Glen asked.
"Oh, he's quite a guy," she laughed. "One of the best dancers around here. And he's so cute. Excuse me, Glen. Nice talking to you and thanks for the drink."
A crestfallen Glen Parsons watched as the beautiful brunette got up from the table and walked across the room, where she promptly embraced with a tall, slender, blond-haired young man. Glen got up from the table and walked past them, securing a spot in the darkened shadows of the room. He listened to their conversation.
"Mary, baby, haven't seen you in awhile," Ricky said effortlessly.
"I know. Where have you been?"
"Haven't been able to get away, honey. Haven't been able to. Sorry about that."
"The important thing is you're here right now."
"Oh, yeah. You're not with anybody, are you?"
"Free as a bird," she smiled, winking at Ricky.
"That's great, honey. So am I."
"That's good."
"Then what're we waiting for? Let's get out there and shake up that dance floor."
"I'm with you, Ricky. Oh, yeah, am I ever with you."
Ricky reached out and ran his fingers over the velvety soft skin of the beautiful Mary Owen's face. Glen could see the sexual anxiety registering in his eyes. There was a smoldering intensity that was overtaking Ricky's entire body as he then leaned forward and delivered a soft, tender kiss to the lovely Mary's lips.
He released his lips from hers, then took her by the hand and glided her through a maelstrom of swirling bodies to an empty spot on the dance floor. There they went to work, their bodies twisting and twitching as they danced to the loud, frenzied disco sounds.
All the while a distraught Glen Parsons did a slow burn in a darkened corner of the room. At first he hated Ricky, but then, after realizing that he didn't even know the guy, he directed his animosity toward Mary. After all, Ricky had even asked her if she was with anybody and she had emphatically told him that she was as free as a bird. What a terrible thing to say, in view of the fact that he had bought her a drink and they had been sipping drinks together. All Ricky had to do was wave in her direction and the beautiful brunette immediately jumped up from her place, bidding Glen a quick good evening.
Now he began to smolder in the same manner that he had before he decided to enter the dorm of Nancy Lewis. In his estimation Nancy had needed a lesson to be performed, and he had been willing to do it. Now he wondered if maybe he would have to do the same thing to this beautiful brunette, who had cast him off every bit as embarrassingly as had Nancy. He had told himself in the aftermath of his experience with Nancy Lewis that he could not afford to get involved in anything quite as risky as what he had done with the blonde, but, then again, opportunity was surfacing a second time. He knew where the beautiful young woman lived. She resided in a small apartment not far from the Medical Center where he worked. He remembered several times seeing her jogging in a park across the street from her apartment in the early evening when he was going to work. He recalled how magnificent she had looked in the white shorts she had been wearing, which revealed the firm, sensuous lines of her slender thighs, calves and ankles.
He turned and walked angrily out of the disco. As he reached the door he turned around and took one last look at Mary, whose gyrating body continued to whip back and forth on the dance floor with Ricky.
Throughout the ride back to his apartment, he remained in a sullen mood. This was one girl that he would just have to deal with in an emphatic manner.
Chapter Seven
It was several nights later and Glen Parsons had another night off.
He stood in the darkened shadows not far from the small apartment where the beautiful Mary Owens resided. He waited until it was past ten o'clock, after which he concluded that, more than likely, she was not going to be going out at all. That was exactly what he wanted. Now that she was confined to her apartment, and in that apparently there was nobody else inside with her, he could make a move. He thought about Ricky, wondering just how far they had gone the other night. He was certain that, considering the sparkle in her eyes, and considering the enthusiasm she had demonstrated upon seeing him, they probably had had sex.
What Glen did not realize was Mary's situation with Ricky. Ricky, it turned out, was being supported by a wealthy divorcee who lived in a posh condominium in nearby Clearwater. The divorcee kept a fairly tight rein on him, and any time that Ricky was able to have sex with her, it was generally quick, back-seat stuff in his Seville, which had been given to him by his lover.
It hurt Mary to have to take sex with a man she thought so much of in that kind of tawdry manner, but after several quick dances she had been so inflamed with wild anxiety that she felt compelled to obtain release somehow. So they had gone to his car, where they snuggled up in the back seat.
The beautiful Mary had dropped promptly to her knees, reaching ^own and groping with her fingers, letting her trembling fingers slide against his zipper until his hard, rigid penis popped free.
Ricky had extended his long, trim legs and pointed down toward the firm, resolute tip of his inflamed cock.
"OOOHHH, GOOHHH, GO GET IT," he had grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, HONEY, GO DOWN ON ME. YES, I WANT YOU TO GO DOWN ON ME. I WANT YOU TO SUCK MY PRICK. OOOHHH, YOU CAN DO IT. YOU CAN GET ME OFF. COME ON, SUCK ME."
Ricky's voice tremored with urgency, but the beautiful brunette did not want to push things any faster than she had to, even considering the fact they were taking a chance by having back-seat sex in a parking lot. Her fingers reached out and curled along the nub end of his electricity-filled penis, which caused his body to dramatically twitch and twist.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LIKE YOUR FINGER STROKES," he gulped. "HONEY, OOOHHH, KEEP ON PUMPING. KEEP THOSE FINGERS OF YOURS MOVING. HOW I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE THE WAY YOUR FINGERS ARE CLUTCHING, TWISTING, OOOHHH, JUST GET ME OFF. YOU CAN DO IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, DO IT TO ME. YES, OOOHHH, COME ON, OOOHHH, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF."
Her fingers moved back and forth, grinding at a steady clip, continuing to move with accelerating urgency. With sweeping determination, she kept on manipulating with her quickly probing fingers, and as she did Ricky begged for still more.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'VE GOTTA START FUCKING ME," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, GET ME OFF, HONEY, OOOHHH, WHAT A SUCK ARTIST YOU ARE, OOOHHH, WHAT A COCK SUCKER."
He reached out with his sweaty, trembling fingers and let them slide through the shimmering warmth of her raven-colored hair. She loved the idea of his totally dominating her, and as his piercing fingers pushed against her hair and clutched against her scalp, she slid her tongue downward and let it slide soothingly against the bloated warmth of his testicles.
While her tongue proceeded to manipulate with snake-like earnestness against his warm balls, her fingers clutched and twisted as they projected sharply against the firmness of his scintillating, rubbery penis.
"OOOHHH, GET ME OFF," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, HONEY, CAN YOU SUCK COCK. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP GRINDING. YES, I NEED IT, I NEED IT, I NEED IT."
His brisk, urgent commands served as music to Mary's sensitive ears. Her fingers ground with additional crispness and speed as they manipulated along the fleshy, elongated base of his stirring cock. While she continued to finger his lengthy organ, her tongue moved gracefully as it whipped back and forth against his leathery ball sacs.
"OOOHHH, SUCK MY COCK," he finally begged. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'VE GOT TO JUICE. OOOHHH, AHHHHH, I'M GONNA BE SPILLING. THE STUFF'S GONNA SPILL OUT OF MY PRICK. GO AHEAD, OHHHHH, SWALLOW IT ALL, I NEED IT, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HOW I NEED IT."
His body jackknifed back and forth, his buttocks sliding against the seat and his legs extending widely. For several moments he appeared almost ready to collapse on the floor, and his buttocks kept on clenching and unclenching as they ground against the seat while his lover removed her tongue from his testicles and let it proceed to grind against the full length of his firm, erect staff.
"OOOHHH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," he sighed. "YOU'RE GONNA GET ME OFF. OOOHHH, YOUR TONGUE'S DOING IT. IT'S WORKING SO NICE. OHHHH, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF, GET ME OFF. SUCK, OOHHHH, SUCK MY PRICK. SUCK IT, OOOOHHH, HOW NICE."
His hips and ass cheeks twitched as her tongue cannonaded against the warmly resilient base of his inflamed cock. The faster that her pulsating tongue pushed and slid against the warmth of his long, inflamed phallus, the closer that she pushed him to the point of an exhilarating climax. He could feel the thundering waves of urgency in his cock and balls, which swirled with passion as he was pushed that much nearer to the state of a spine-tingling orgasm.
Ricky shoved his body upward from the seat, pushing his piercing prick toward her, making it that much easier for her to glide her tongue up and down his inflamed tool. She clasped her lips tightly against the pistoning warmth of his hard, rangy cock as he was pushed that much nearer to the state of an ecstatic, thundering climax.
Her fingers reached down and twisted sharply against the warmth of his agitated balls. He was moving that much closer to the state of climax, and she was longing for the moment when the thick, white juices would tempestuously flood her mouth.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M ITCHING ALL OVER," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT UP. GO AFTER MY PRICK, DARLING. OOOHHH, GO AFTER THE HOT JUICES. YES, OOOHHH, I'M GONNA EX-
PLODE. OOOHHHH, I'M GONNA EXPLODE IN YOUR MOUTH. OH, YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW IT, SWALLOW IT, SWALLOW IT."
She listened to the heavy, gasping sounds of his breath, which indicated how urgent things were at that moment in time. He reached out and let his fingers cling tightly to her scalp as he forced her over his mammoth cock head, and as her tongue continued to work in a spiralling volley of tempestuous desire, she tasted the first few droplets of his hot, white juice that jetted from the nub end of his enraged organ.
"OOOHHH, OHHHH, CATCH IT, CATCH IT ALL," he sighed lengthily. "OOOHHH, OHHHH, I'M SHOOTING. AAAHHH, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SPRAYING. YES, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SPRAYING OUT OF THE END OF MY PRICK. OOOHHH, IT'S SO EXCITING, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT."
His buttocks rapidly twitched as he watched the hot, white juice escape in a furious volley from the tip of his frenziedly aroused pecker. Her tongue moved with savage determination and lascivious expectation as it ground back and forth, seeking to capture every hot, succulent droplet of his thick, gooey explosion.
He listened to the satisfying sounds of her searing tongue as it slurped and slid, seeking to devour his precious juice as it catapulted from the end of his hard, driving cock and into her open, receptive mouth.
She swallowed the final few droplets of his thick, white sperm stream, after which she removed her mouth from his cock. He patted her affectionately on top of the head.
"This was a good one, honey," he told her, smiling brightly. "As a matter of fact, this is the best blow job you've ever given me."
"What about the woman you're shacked up with?" she responded with a tinge of bitterness. "Does she give head like that?"
"Honey, let's not go into that," he said, wincing painfully.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I guess I did overstep my bounds."
"Let's just forget it. Let's remember one thing. How beautiful a time we had tonight."
"I guess you're right, darling. Yes, we have had a nice time."
"And you got yourself a nice load of juice," he smiled.
"I know. A high-protein drink."
"That's for sure. The highest protein," he laughed, "if I do say so myself."
"I guess anybody who could unload a'spray of sperm that's that thick and healthy has every reason to boast a little, if he wants to."
"Not a boast, just joking, that's all."
"I know. At any rate, it was good."
"Yes, it was." He looked uncomfortably at his watch. "Sorry to have to say this, honey."
"I know, I know," she promptly cut him off. "You've got to get back to Clearwater."
"Yeah. I can't stay very long."
"Okay. So when will I be seeing you again?" she asked, sliding her body upward, easing her knees up from the floor board.
"It's hard to say," he shrugged. "I'm sorry that I can't give you any kind of specific answer, but you know how it is."
"Oh, yeah, I know."
Moments later she was standing there in the darkness of the parking lot watching her lover Ricky leave in his Seville. She stared at the rapidly disappearing car until it passed completely out of view and down the darkened road heading back to Clearwater.
She couldn't help but cry a little, even though she tried not to. She angrily brushed some tears from her eyes, then climbed in her own automobile, driving back to Tampa, thinking about how frustrating things were in her relationship with Ricky. She thought the world of him, liked his style, loved the manner in which he danced, and, particularly, the way that his long, healthy cock was able to function. Even though they enjoyed only a few stolen moments together, she realized that she was willing to accept that type of arrangement, as unsatisfying as it was in the final analysis.
As she drove toward Tampa, she kept telling herself just how big a fool she was. After all, Ricky had himself a nice set-up. He had met a woman at Gus's, a good looking blonde divorcee who had been married to a man who owned a number of prosperous fishing boats, one of the best lines in all of Florida. When they were divorced she received a4 favorable settlement that kept her in plenty of casn and in loads of luxury, including the fashionable,-r waterview condominium in the posh section of
Clearwater.
So Ricky had moved in with her, obligated to doing nothing more than satisfying the blonde divorcee's wishes. But that often involved long periods of time, particularly in the evenings, when Mary would have loved to have spent some time with Ricky. They were unable to go out on conventional dates, and instead, she was forced to just wait for him, to accept him on a temporary basis.
Yes, there were other young men with whom she had become involved, but for some reason or other these associations did not seem to match the satisfaction that she felt from her association with Ricky. That put her in a terrible spot. There were scores of young men at Gus's Disco who would have given their right arms to associate with her on a regular basis, to have the opportunity to make love to her any night of the week, and preferably all of them, but she could not feel comfortable in any of those situations. She had also been offered lucrative opportunities to move in with men, some of whom were wealthy, but she had turned down every such offer. She could not feel independent tied to someone else in that manner. Had a young man like Ricky wanted to marry her, that would have been something else. But she emphatically rejected the notion of shacking up. Instead she would just plunge herself diligently into her school work, her dancing, and hope for the best from Ricky and whoever else happened to venture into her life.
On this last occasion, however, she was left feeling rather morbid. The fact that she had enjoyed sex so much with Ricky made it all the more pain-
fui to see him have to quickly drive off and return to his lover. How she wished that she could be sharing his evenings exclusively with him. Even though she did not know the rich, blonde divorcee, she could not help but feel jealous just thinking about her. Her money situation had put her in an advantageous spot as far as her relationship with Ricky was concerned. .
Chapter Eight
His heart pounding rapidly, Glen Parsons adjusted the mask over his face.
He reached into the pocket of his jacket, extracting the same fake gun that had aided him enormously in his rape and later conquest of the beautiful Nancy Lewis. He looked on both sides of him, observing no traffic or any sign of life. All that could be heard was a barking dog from several blocks away.
Little did Glen Parsons know it, but the fates were intervening on his side on this occasion in a way that they had not been present with Nancy Lewis. In that situation he had had to knock on the door, but the beautiful brunette, Mary Owens, had been in a troubled state of mind most of that day.
She kept thinking about her on-again, off-again, temporary romance with the only man in her life who really meant anything. The frustrations with Ricky had made it almost impossible for her to study, even though she had immersed herself in her textbooks in the privacy of the school library until darkness fell.
After leaving the library, the beautiful brunette had climbed into her Volkwagen and driven to downtown Tampa, where she had stopped at a restaurant and ordered a pizza. After that, in an effort to shake her despondency, she drove along the bay front, examining some of the beautiful high-rise condominiums and apartment complexes. Not even the magnificent sight of the lights from the high-rises and the blue waters of the bay managed to resurrect her from her despondent state, however, and finally she decided to drive back to her apartment.
She realized it, but Mary, trapped in a reverie of frustrating thoughts, had failed to lock her door after entering the apartment. She had gone from there into her bedroom, where she stretched out on the bed.
The first thing that Glen did upon reaching the front door was to try it, just on the outside chance ] that maybe it would be open. Much to his delight and satisfaction it was. His heart pounded withd greater anxiety than ever as he eased the door open, then tiptoed inside the apartment itself.
As he closed the door softly behind him, he observed only a single light on in the living room. He walked slowly into the living room, his eyes darting from side to side as he sought out Mary Owens. He failed to find her in the living room, after which he pushed on to the kitchen. He thought that perhaps she was having either a snack or a late dinner. He was incorrect in his assumptions. She was not in the kitchen either.
Finally he thought he heard sounds in the bedroom. This was just too good to be true. If there was one thing he could have ordered in advance had he been given the opportunity, it was the beautiful body of Mary Owens confined to her own bed.
As for Mary, she felt nervous and rattled. Her bedraggled brain had spun back and forth throughout the course of the whole day as she thought about the frustration of her romance with Ricky. She felt a slight headache, but not enough to actually make her feel ill, just enough to make her feel uncomfortable.
It was a typically warm, balmy Tampa evening, and as she lay in her bed, she disdained wearing either pajamas or a negligee. Instead she was clad in filmy red bikini panties and a matching brassiere.
As she lay there in the still darkness of her bedroom, she thought back once again to the quick but highly erotic sexual scene that had taken place uphe back seat of the handsome Ricky's car. She recalled how eagerly she had pumped with her swift, determined tongue as it worked around the base of his hotly erect penis. She recalled how eagerly his buttocks had twisted and swayed as he lay there gasping, awaiting his orgasm. How she wanted him right there with her at that moment. She wanted to be dominated by his stirring penis. Mary longed to be captivated by his hard, determined cock, whose meatiness she wanted to drive into the warm, inspiring wetness of her seething womb.
Now Glen advanced, staring through the open crack leading to the bedroom. His cock hardened and his heart pulsated more quickly than ever as he stared at the ravishing figure of Mary Owens lying there in nothing more than hef scanty bikini panties and brassiere. He stared at the ripeness of her firm, alabaster flesh, and he desired to work his fingers under her brassiere and against the warm, inviting folds of her marshmailow-like breast flesh.
Instead of bursting straight into the room, however, he decided to let himself get worked up by watching what was taking place. He observed the manner in which her sleek, white legs began to kick forward with unabated passion. Soon she was easing her panties down her legs, after which her fingers began to glide against the warmth of her already moist vagina.
"Ohhh, too much," he whispered to himself.
Soon he reached down and let his fingers pry open his trousers. Up and down his fingers spryly pumped against his penis as he watched the beautiful brunette lying there in the darkened bedroom, wearing no more than her wafer-thin panties and brassiere. A tickling brush of light fleecy pubic hair teased the tips of her fingers like a feather as she felt her pulse quicken until the blood raced in her temples.
She wondered what her handsome friend Ricky was doing that very moment. It bothered her to think of the fact that he was more than likely being ravished by his sexy, blonde-haired friend, who was supporting him in grand style. She only wished that she had plenty of money so that she could entice Ricky away from the divorcee who had opened up her condominium to him and had provided him with plenty of money and a flashy car.
The dark-haired beauty felt her breasts majestically swell as her chest rose and fell with the desperate tempo of her frenzied breathing. Her ever-hardening nipples scraped excitedly against the wispy material of her tight-fitting brassiere, which longed to be removed.
As her eyes slowly opened, Mary Owens reached out behind her with restless, dangling fingers and probed quickly on her brassiere straps. After a few moments of anxious, nervous finger fumbling, the straps popped free and her brassiere bounced off of her, landing on the floor as her now-liberated, firm, white breasts enjoyed their newly won freedom by standing out in all their jutting, voluptuous ecstasy.
His body trembled with accelerating passion and he listened to the sounds of increasingly heavier breath. Glen's fingers continued to methodically pump up and down against the full length of his hard, inflamed shaft.
: As he kept on watching the beautiful brunette, iher fingers trembled with an ever swelling acute heed as they moved lightly through the downy softness of her pubic vee, while her fingers eased their way beneath her filmy panties and against the forbidden territory of her hungry womanhood.
After running her fingers with ravenous desire against her wet, hungry slit for a few moments, the lovely brunette removed them, reaching out with both hands as her quiveringly alive fingers grabbed hold of the elastic waistband of her panties. Mary Owens let out a deep, fulfilling gasp, then tilted her sleek, white, curvaceous legs upward slightly as she slowly eased her crisp panties down them. They kept dropping with ever accelerating quickness until they reached her ankles. At that frenzied juncture the voluptuous brunette kicked them off, following which her eyes widened as she stared at her sizzling, hair-studded cleft.
Now that the beautiful Mary was deliriously and nakedly alive with passionate desire, she raised her knees and opened her warm, pillarly thighs widely in anticipation of the exhilarating moment that was looming ever closer at hand.
Glen kept watching wide-eyed through the crack in the door as the beautiful brunette's middle finger eased slowly and meticulously into the moist slit of her seething vaginal cauldron, edging closer to the nervous sensual pearl of her budding clitoris, the flaming node which itched with surging sensual desire.
Her heart pounded thunderously and beads of perspiration began to surface on her forehead and down both legs as her lips parted and a sigh of pleasure rippled from her throat.
"OOOHHH, HHHHMMMM," she gasped loudly, her body wiggling under the frantically rising crescendo of lust.
Glen found himself forced to release his fingers from his hard, erect cock. If he had not he would have exploded right then and there, and if there was one thing he wanted it was to take advantage of this situation for purposes of education and stimulation, after which he would then make his move and attack this sensuous beauty in a wild and wonderful way.
The sensuous brunette found the deliriously pulsing, tiny bud of her clitoris. Her smoothly gliding finger tips began to.softly and lightly caress it, fondling it like a precious jewel.
The beautiful brunette's sleek, slender thighs splayed even further apart as her other hand dipped over the curve of her soft yet firm inner leg. Her stiffened middle finger wiggled its way engagingly into the fervent heat of her thin, hair-rimmed, seemingly, wet and dramatically alive pussy. Mary groaned loudly as her plunging finger, rigid like the hard, uncompromising prick that she was fantasizing about and needed so badly, moved into the sloshing, clasping, wet grip of her desire-filled, inflamed fissure.
Mary's electrified fingers began to move faster now and the gurgling moan of torrid arousal that escaped the voluptuous beauty's lips grew louder until it became an incessant humming whimper of mewlish animal excitement while her entire body became increasingly heated with wanton lust. ". "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHHHHH," she moaned throatily as her i ripe, shapely, white buttocks jerked back and forth and her fingers slashed with lewd moistness as they slithered repeatedly over the passion-engorged node of her craving clitoris and into the clinging, warm depths of her hot, palpitating, moist, pink cuntal channel.
As Mary continued to moan softly, she felt the trim shapely halves of her alabaster-toned buttocks clench and unclench as she ground down with acute waves of hunger against the mattress beneath her squirmingly alive young body. Her breath came in shallow, gasping spurts as the swelling passion within her aching loins welled into a torrent of whirling, deafening sensual desire.
She sighed once more and let her wiggling hips writhe with ever searing acute need as she felt the unquenched passions gnaw with insistent heat at her insides like a runaway prairie fire raging out of control.
The delirious Mary's eyes rolled as she held her breath, then let out one loud last gasp as the surging need rose with resounding desire. The splattering juices then tempestuously sprayed from her sizzling slit, splashing in a torrent of wild, unmitigated sensual fury down her legs, forming a slippery tributary while she threw her head back and moaned once more.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HOW GOOOOD, HOW GOOOD, HOW GOOOOD," she gulped.
As her wet fingers slowly drew back from her squishy cunt, the dark-haired beauty looked up suddenly and was quickly jolted into speechlessness.
Her body suddenly stiffened as she kept staring ahead, her throat caught in what seemed to be a vise-like grip.
Chapter Nine
While the shapely beauty had been in the throes of climax, her darting hips and flinging white buttocks moving back and forth while the juices spurted from her pussy, Glen had made his move.
He stood there next to the bed, and Mary lay stretched out on her back, her eyes wide with terror as she stared at not one but two guns pointing at her. One of them was the phony hand gun that the masked man held in his right hand, which she thought to be real. The other was his booming penis, which jutted forward with great urgency from between his legs.
"OOOHHH, WHAT'S HAPPENING?" she shrieked.
"Quiet down, bitch," he snarled, his voice becoming instantly booming in the manner that it had when he had visited Nancy Lewis.
"I've hardly got any money. As a matter of fact, I'm almost broke. Oh, please, I'm sorry, but I'm just a student."
"There are other things in life than money," he laughed fiendishly.
"Oh, please, I beg of you. Please, let me alone."
"Listen, bitch, from the way that that hot ass of yours was moving around on that bed and from the way that your fingers were shoving into your pussy, I can see that you need some action. You need a man and here I am, the answer to your dreams."
Mary began to loudly sob. Her arms and legs trembled as she looked up at the masked intruder pleadingly.
"Oh, please, please leave me alone," she said. "I mean, I'm not out to hurt you. I'm not gonna call the police. I'm not gonna tell them that you've been watching me. Just let me alone. It's been a hard day. Honestly it has. Oh, please, let me alone."
"I don't think you're in a position to tell me anything."
"Oh, no, I'm not telling you. I'm asking. Oh, please, I'm asking, I'm pleading with you."
"Knock that crap off," he snarled. "I'm here for a little nooky. I'm here to ravish you like you've never been ravished before."
"Please, don't do it to me."
"You might be complaining now, but you're not gonna be complaining later. I've got what it takes to give you exactly what you need."
Glen continued to hold the gun pointed toward the beautiful, terrified brunette. He eased himself down against the bed, extending his legs, then gesturing toward his long, flowing phallic tool.
"COME ON, GET DOWN THERE AND PLAY WITH IT," he grunted. "PLAY WITH MY PRICK. COME ON, MOVE YOUR FINGERS UP AND DOWN IT. YEAH, AAAHHH, I WANT YOU TO PLAY WITH IT."
He watched with great excitement, his aroused prick standing ever so proudly as the beautiful brunette reached out diffidently with her quivering right hand and allowed it to begin tugging on the nub end of his firm, turgid organ.
Glen nodded happily as her fingers toyed with the spongy tip of his sensation-dominated, bulging tool, and the longer that her fingers manipulated against his hard, responsive organ, the better he enjoyed it until, finally, he realized that that part of the activity lay behind them.
"Okay, you can let go now," he said.
With that, she released her fingers from his cock. Glen shoved his phony gun into his jacket pocket.
"Let this be a warning to you," he said. "I can pull this thing out of there faster than you. Not only that, but I'm very quick on the trigger. Both ways. With my prick and with that hand gun. I'm just warning you, honey. I don't want any guff. You follow me?"
"Oh, please, just let me alone."
"Like helll will. I'm gonna climb all over you, and you're gonna enjoy the climbing."
With that he instinctively reached out and let his arms firmly encircle her trembling, white body. He kissed her again and again, each time with the fervent eagerness of a school boy. He could feel his already turgid prick stiffening some more as his lips pushed against the ripe, sensuous lips of the beautiful brunette. At first Mary's body remained stiff and unresponsive, but soon she could not help but feel certain pangs of excitation flow through her body as he kept on pushing his lips with charging determination against hers.
As he removed his lips from Mary's, he pointed once again down toward his cock.
"Come on, get down there and play with it again," he ordered her.
He watched with unabounded joy as Mary's fingers closed tightly around the blood-heated length of his male battering ram. She began to pump it arousingly with her trembling, excited fingers as he reached around the curvaceous swell of her steadily wiggling hips and grabbed a soft, smooth handful of her white bottom cheeks.
"OOOHHH, DAMNED, WHAT AN ASS," he moaned throatily as she continued to stroke his tempestuous male member while it continued to swell and stiffen in her energetic grasp. "DAMNED, OOOHHH, WHAT A HOT BUTT. WHAT A BEAUTIFUL ASS."
His pistoning fingers reached out and squeezed her firm, flowing ass cheeks for several long minutes, and all the while the shivering brunette felt every pore of her intruder's hot maleness press into the hollow of her still trembling, now sweaty palm.
The blood from Glen's torrid loins pulsed along the secreted veins of his hungry cock, filling it with passion-stirred heat until it felt like a red-hot poker in her firm, anxious grip, as her fingers continued to swelter with overwhelming desire.
With increasing eagerness the brunette began to pump her fist rigidly up and down along the hardening flesh of Glen's steely erection. She felt especially wicked and strange as she rolled a little to the side while her intruder gently rubbed the soft curve of her buttocks. His fingers slipped easily into the hollow between her supple, well-tapered thighs as her hips twitched with wild excitation.
Mary Owens was beginning to truly wonder just what was getting into her. In spite of the fact that she was still appalled by the intrusion of this terrible man, and the manner in which he had thrust a gun at her, there was something strangely charismatic about him that prompted her to respond with vigor and excitement to the captivating sexual activity at hand.
With great swiftness she found herself opening her legs shamelessly as an animalish mewl of wanton surrender gurgled from her lusting lips while her lover's surging fingers electrically began to brush the jewel-like bud of her clitoris, hidden in the soft, fleecy black curls of her stunning pubic forest.
Her hand kept pumping all the while against his extended shaft harder and faster as the rising heat of her inflamed passions drove her to the brink of actually desiring that this wild masked man rape her. Suddenly it wasn't even enough for her to be content with just a regular fuck. No, with all the strange, bizarre happenings that had taken place in her life recently with Ricky, and all of the frustrations that she encountered concerning that relationship, all she could think of was going all the way, yielding to her wild impulses, letting this strange, extremely weird intruder do his thing.
The blood rushed to Glen Parsons's head and he became totally consumed with overpowering desire to sadistically dominate this beautiful brunette. Once again he thought about the way that she had quickly jumped up from her chair and greeted Ricky, excusing herself from him and forgetting as if he even existed. If there was one thing he would not tolerate from either Mary Owens or Nancy Lewis, or any other beautiful woman that he encountered, it was to be shunted, to be tossed aside for somebody else, to be treated as if he didn't exist. One way or another he would show Mary that he most certainly did exist, and that he could outperform her friend Ricky in every way, shape and form.
He drew both hands back, allowing them to land with heavy, thudding impact as they made firm contact with Mary's ass flesh. There was something deliciously and deliriously beautiful in the sensual loud popping sound that emanated from the brisk contact of his sturdy hands slapping against her firm, white ass globes.
As he looked down at the beautiful brunette's now trembling hillocks of sensuous ass flesh he could already see a reddening from the decisive, crisp contact that he had brought to bear with his bristling fingers.
"Tell me you like it," he grunted pantingly. "Come on, tell me you want some more."
"OOOHHH, OHHH, I DO LOVE IT," she sighed. "YOU'RE TOO MUCH-, OOOOHHH, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT THE WAY YOU'RE DOMINATING ME, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. I CAN'T BELIEVE ANY OF THIS. OOOHHH, OHHHHH, THIS IS TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, MUCH TOO MUCH."
He shoved his hands back even further than before, letting them land with solid, ringing impact as they came into steady contact with the warmth of her twitching buttocks. He listened to the crackling sounds of his fingers as they imbedded themselves deeply against the fleshy furrows of her ripe hillocks of flesh, and now the blotches of redness stood out with much greater emphasis than before, but through it all she kept on begging him to continued to dominate her.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU'RE A WILDMAN," she grunted. "BUT YET, OOOHHH, I CAN'T SEEM TO GET ENOUGH. OOOHHH, MY DARLING, MY DARLING, MY DARLING, TAKE CHARGE OF ME. YES, OOOHHH, I NEED A MAN LIKE YOU, SOMEBODY WHO KNOWS THE SCORE, SOMEBODY WHO CAN THOROUGHLY DOMINATE ME. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD. IT FEELS SO WONDERFUL."
Glen's heart began to pump and pound more wildly than ever as his unmitigated lusts seized him with sparks of searing excitement. His fingers kept slamming unrestrainedly against her buttocks time and again, landing with stinging impact and devastating authority as the beautiful brunette enjoyed the measure of pleasure-pain being meted out to her by this wild and unrestrained men who had entered her apartment and forced himself on her at gunpoint.
When he finally finished with the devastating ass slaps, Mary closed her hand once more over the bulbous, purplish tip of his excited penis as she kept on deftly sliding her fingers against the rubbery tip of his enormous hard-on.
The harder that the brunette beauty squeezed, the more acute the torrid sensations became that rippled within the turgid dimensions of Glen's tingling instrument, which he desired to turn loose with every ounce of animal fury that he could possibly release.
The longer that the stimulating activity continued, the more apparent it became to Glen that it was not just enough to fuck Mary Owens. No, that wasn't enough. He had to dominate every ounce of her quivering, delicious erotic alabaster form, which was now stained with beads of perspiration.
The panting intruder reached out and made a hungry, tenacious grab for the sensuous brunette's firm, ripe buttocks. His fingers tightly squeezed against the reddened folds of flesh which he had earlier stung with his devastating slaps. At that moment he could think of only one thing, driving his hard, emblazoned, thick shaft into the warm, wet recesses of her inviting pink slit.
He shoved his stiff, blood-engorged member forward, letting it penetrate inside the warm, tight, inviting damp orifice of beautiful Mary Owens as their bodies blended in mutual passion.
"OOOHHH, WHAT A PUSSY, WHAT A WILD CUNT," he gulped. "COME ON, OOOHHH, YOU BITCH, OOOHHH, YOU BEAUTIFUL BITCH. COME ON AND FUCK UP TO ME. AAAHHH, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT. I LOVE EVERY BIT OF THIS. COME ON, SCREW ME BACK, SWEETHEART. OOOHHH, COME ON, FUCK UP, FUCK UP, FUCK UP."
The beautiful brunette let out a loud groan as her intruding lover's stiff erection surged in a single spearing upthrust deep inside the lusty inferno of her squirming belly. Her skin* tingled as spasm upon spasm of convulsive passion rippled through her flesh like an electric current.
Her eyes closed and a thin beaded line of perspiration gleamed on her furrowed brow as she brushed her raven-colored hair aside and began to sensuously glide her body up and down along the stiff length of his turgid prick. Her movements were slow and deliberate at first, a moaning whine escaping her lips each time she lifted her ripe ass globes with her taut thigh muscles and let herself sink again with lusty, searing enjoyment, impaled against the straight-up hardness of his firm erection as it tunneled and rippled tightly into the passion-heated depths of her overwhelmed cunt.
Yes, her movements might have been slow in the beginning, but it did not take long before she began to fully respond to every swift, piston-like stab that his thoroughly emblazoned tool sent forth as he pushed it against the wet, clinging warmth of her seething cuntal channel.
Glen held his lover's hips tightly, his fingers pulling sharply at the fleshy nether cheeks of her firm, ripe ass as his bludgeoning prick movements carried his skewering instrument ever deeper into her ravaged belly.
He was fucking the beautiful Mary so hard that she felt wincing waves of pain from his quick, sharply intruding cock movements, but she was not about to in any way complain. She liked the sensations she was receiving, pain and all, and her writhing hips amply attested to that fact as they swirled back and forth while she received the quick, plunging stabs of his hard, grinding peter.
She hissed lasciviously as Glen lifted his head and kissed her with flaming arousal on the crinkly pink softness of her ripe nipple. Her firm, rounded breast tingled to the touch of his lips, and immediately, upon removing them from her nipple, he reached out with his tongue and let it flick eagerly against her emblazoned nipple as she heaved a deep gasp, barely able to comprehend all that was happening to her as her head swam with drunken-ing lust and she continued to feel the searing waves of pleasure-pain in her moist cuntal passage from the savage procession of slashing, seething cock stabs that Glen's speedily and unswervingly delivered.
Mary loved listening to the loud, almost desperate gasps that emanated from his throat as he kept on sighing, his swaying body propelling itself with tumultuous desire as he ripped and slashed with his torpedoing cock, which pushed and blasted its way into the wet warmth of her fiery female fissure.
Suddenly his wanton lover and enriching brunette beauty found herself being carried away more noticeably than ever as she mewled animalishly and gritted her teeth. Mary suddenly began to move her sleek hips and firm ripe buttocks up and down with such frantic urgency that her pursuing lover could barely breathe as her crotch ground heatedly toward his abdomen again and again under the relentless flood tide of his piercing prick attack. He kept grunting and gasping, his face reddening and his eyes widening with increasing lust. His nostrils flared as he kept on pounding his huge, meaty muscle into his lust-crazed lover, her breasts jiggling against his chest as he kept pushing forward. The beautiful brunette worked her searing buttocks up and wildly down with amazing fervor, grunting and moaning like a banshee.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE, BUT FUCK ME, FUCK ME, KEEP ON FUCKING ME," she gasped with great fervor. "OOOHHH, KEEP BLASTING ME. YES, OHHHH, FUCK ME, COME ON, OOOHHH, PLANT YOUR PRICK INSIDE ME. DARLING, OOOHHH, I WANT YOUR PRICK. I WANT YOUR HOT, JUICY PRICK. I WANT YOU TO GIVE ME A PRICK BATH. I WANT YOUR JUICES TO EXPLODE. OOOHHH, THEY'RE GONNA EXPLODE IN MY PUSSY, TELL ME, TELL ME, TELL ME THEY ARE."
"They are," he laughed. "Oh, yeah, I can see you're turning on. I told you you would."
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE SO RIGHT," she sighed. "I WAS SO CRAZY, SO NAIVE, OOOHHH, AND I WAS SO AFRAID. COME ON, DARLING, OOOHHH, FUCK ME. YES, OHHHH, BLAST AWAY. DOMAINTE ME WITH YOUR HARD COCK. OOOHHH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK."
Finally Mary Owens was able to dismiss Ricky, at least for the moment.
Chapter Ten
Glen continued to take charge of the action as he grunted and clenched his fingers tightly against the smooth, ripe nether cheeks of Mary Owens's flailing ass.
All the while the heavily panting Glen kept pounding his relentlessly piercing tool deep inside her, driving it solidly and with prompt certitude as he propelled himself closer to the lusty moment when the thick, white droplets of splashing sperm would torpedo thunderously from the end of his steadily rampaging cock and into her thoroughly dominated mound.
His heart continued to pound pulsatingly as he listened to her loud hissing sounds. The beautiful Mary then entwined her silky smooth legs around his sweat-dampened body as the juices were inevitably forced to splash from her thoroughly exhilarated cunt.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I'M GUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING," she exclaimed. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S SHOOTING OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, MILK ME DRY, DARLING. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT IS ABOUT YOU, BUT, OOOHHH, OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, HOW I LOVE YOUR BLASTING COCK, THE WAY YOU SLASH WITH IT, THE WAY YOU PLUNGE IT INSIDE ME. OOOHHHH, AAAHHH, OHHHHHH, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEE."
He laughed with delirious delight as he listened to the gasping sounds of the rapidly orgasming beauty as her jiggling breasts bounced with unflagging energy and her buttocks tossed about resiliently against the mattress beneath her warmly succulent body.
The procession of torrid movement continued without let-up as the inflamed Glen kept devastating his lover's exploding cunt with his stiff, pulsating cock thrusts. As she lifted her warm buttocks and met his stinging attack headon, the juices exploding from her smooth, silky slit all the while, he felt the great white waves of heat grip his stiff cock and lust-bloated balls as the flood tide of thick, white, orgasmic sperm was set to skyrocket from the end of his rock hard, thunderous cock.
Glen delivered several more piercing slaps to the beautiful Mary's reddened ass cheeks, causing her to let out a throaty moan of pleasure-pain while his semen-coated cock kept blasting forward into the tight inner reaches of her dewy slit in the immediate j aftermath of her captivating, wild explosion. 1
"OOOOHHH, DARLING, YOU'RE HURT- | ING ME AND I LOVE IT," she gasped loudly. J "OOOHHH, DAMNED, OHHHH, CAN YOU ! EVER DOMINATE. CAN YOU EVER DOMINATE ME. YOU'RE GREAT, YOU'RE GREAT, YOU'RE GREAT."
"How do I stack up alongside some of the other guys that have fucked you?" |
''You can't be beaten," she told him. ' 'Darling, * I 've had dominant men stick their pricks inside me, but nobody can touch you. Yes, what a man you J are. Can you ever fuck. Can you ever drive your 1 hard prick." I
"That's good. I'm glad to hear that," he laughed. "Let's hear some more encouragement. Tell me you want to be my bitch."
"OOOHHH, YES, I'M YOUR BITCH, YOUR BITCH, YOUR PERSONAL BITCH," she mewled animalishly. "COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME. YES, KEEP DRIVING YOUR COCK. HOW I WANT IT. HOW I WANT . YOUR FLINGING PRICK INSIDE ME. DARL- 1 ING, KEEP IT GOING. OOOHHH, I WANT YOUR MALE LIQUID. I WANT IT ALL SPILLING INSIDE ME. YOU CAN DO IT, MY DEAR. I YES, YOUR COCK CAN REALLY FUCK ME. ij
OOOHHH, BLAST AWAY, DARLING, REALLY BLAST AWAY."
Mary flung her hips spiritedly back and forth a few more times, letting them race as she prepared to receive his hot, uncompromising male liquid, which was ready to topple from the end of his steaming peter.
The emblazoned inferno stored up between Glen's steadily twisting legs was moving ever nearer a tumultuous reality as his sharply spearing fingers reached down and began to imbed themselves sharply and piercingly against Mary's restless breasts while her body rocked back and forth in a whirlpool of unceasing lust. All the while his thundering cock kept battering relentlessly into the wetness of her hair-fringed fissure.
His lust-bloated balls moved to an ever-rising crescendo of impassioned heat and ultimately the thick, splashing juices just had to spray from the nub end of his feverish, inflamed prick. His scalding hips twisted and turned as he watched the spewing droplets of thick, white cream spray pro-lifically from the end of his stiff, blue-veined spear, which continued to assault his lover with devasting vigor.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, TAKE CHARGE OF ME," she gulped. "COME ON, OHHHH, FUCK ME. YES, EXPLODE, OOOHHH, EXPLODE, DARLING. HOW I WANT ALL OF YOU INSIDE ME. OOOHHH, WHAT A SCREW, WHAT A SCREW, WHAT A GLORIOUS SCREW."
The raven-haired beauty hissed, her flailing hips bouncing and thudding repeatedly against the mat-
tress, creating loud, devastating, thumping sounds.
"OOOHHH, HANG IN THERE, OOOHHH, IT'S SHOOTING," he gasped.
"I KNOW IT IS. OHHHH, AAAHHH, IT'S DELICIOUS, OHHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, OOOHHH, DARLING, BABY, CAN YOU FUCK," the brunette moaned throatily as her twisting, velvety moist vagina was flooded by the onrushing tide of hot, spewing, white sperm from the end of his stiffly commanding prick.
When the final few droplets of onrushing peter juice had descended from the end of his flowing instrument, everything became tense and still. At first the sounds of Glen's heavy breathing could be heard until, finally, silence reigned in the darkened room.
It was not until the brunette beauty looked over at the sight of the intruding stranger as he lay stretched out on his back, resting in the immediate aftermath of their wild, bold escapade, that she began to recognize the incredulity of all that had happened. Here was a man who was a rapist. At least he started out a rapist. Now there was indeed a legal as well as a moral question as to whether he had actually raped her. Perhaps at the outset there had been a lack of consent on her part, but Mary Owens was fair-minded enough to recognize that in the final analysis it appeared she was not only consenting, but was doing so in a most emphatic manner.
As she shut her eyes momentarily, beautiful Mary was able to relive the spine-tingling moment when the gushing fountain, the steaming geyser of thick, white sperm had cascaded from the end of her lover's devastating, cream-filled prick and had - flooded the clasping heat of her feverish vagina. Unyieldingly he had battered her with his lust-bloated prick until the seething semen had fully expended itself inside her. She could feel a soreness in her velvety womb from where his knife-like stabs had unceasingly penetrated her. She had been bludgeoned by stiff, sturdy cocks before, but nobody could match this rampaging wildman, not even Ricky, the man over whom she had been doing so much brooding.
As for Glen, he could not have been more pleased over the manner in which this beautiful woman had responded to him. He recalled how bitter he had been that evening at Gus's Disco when the beautiful brunette Mary had chucked him so rapidly for another man. As a matter of fact, she had not even realized that she was giving him the brush-off. He was just somebody with whom she had had a drink, and now it was time to get up and visit with a man for whom she had some feeling. If only she knew, he thought, and he in certain ways wished that he could have told her just who he was, but he was afraid to do so. After all, even though she appeared to be contented at this moment in time, he knew how fleeting feelings could be, and that maybe, even a few minutes after he left, she could take a completely different attitude and consider him to be nothing other than a brutal rapist.
She lay there drowsily for several more moments. Mary Owens closed her eyes momentarily, then reopened them, and as she did she observed the manner in which he was mmanipulating his fingers fervently up and down the full length of his steely, pulsating prick.
"Just look at my hard dick," he said. "I'm so proud of this. Oh, damned, I love it."
"You love your own prick?"
"I love what it can do. I love the idea of using it as a battering ram and treating a bitch like you just the way that she deserves to be treated."
"I get the feeling that you don't have much respect for women."
"I know how to handle them," he laughed. "That's what it's all about, honey. If I started treating you like you were some kind of royalty or something, that would be pretty damned stupid. I'm treating you like you're a woman and that's exactly the way you want to be treated. A woman and a bitch. A bitch in heat. Somebody who needs to be fucked and knows exactly who's capable of doing it."
"You really are some kind of incredible man."
"Okay, here's what I'm gonna do," he exclaimed. "I'm gonna let you reach out and grab hold of my cock. I want to feel those tight, probing fingers of yours as they work up and down the full length of my prick. And just look at it. It's just about up to where it was before."
"Yes it is. You have remarkable recuperative powers, Mr. Mysterious Intruder."
"Yes, I do."
"Are you gonna tell me your name?"
"I'm not gonna tell you a damned thing. I've shown you my prick and that's really all that counts."
"You place a very high value on sex, apparently."
"Obviously, judging by my performance level. You seem to place a pretty high value on it yourself, judging by the way that you've reacted."
"Yes, so true, so very true."
"So reach out and grab hold of my prick. Come on, I want you to run your fingers up and down my sledgehammer. Oh, yeah, I want to feel those warm, beautiful fingers. I want to feel then grabbing hold of my long dick and moving up and down it. Come on, let's really go to work. Really move those fingers."
"Okay. You asked for it. I'll give it to you."
"Come on, request performance, I want you to . play with my prick."
His legs twitched with mounting anticipation as he released his fingers from his sturdy organ. He watched as the beautiful brunette let her fingers fasten tightly against his blue-veined stiffness. He grunted and gasped, his body continuing to twitch and sway as he watched her fingers move with stirring anxiety up and down the long, bloated surface of his inflamed phallic tool.
"OOOOHHH, OOOOHHH, THAT'S NICE," he nodded eagerly. "COME ON, OHHHHH, I WANT YOU TO KEEP PUMPING. COME ON, JUST MOVE YOUR FINGERS UP AND DOWN MY PRICK. THAT'S WHERE IT'S AT. OOOHHH, THAT'S MY KIND OF ACTION."
"You're really turning on fast."
"OOOHHH, YES," he grunted. "COME ON, OOOHHH, GET DOWN THERE AND PLAY WITH MY BALLS, TOO. I WANT TO FEEL YOUR FINGERS CARESSING MY NUTS."
She followed his every command, reaching down with both hands and letting her fingers glide smoothly with temptestuous ecstasy against the warmth of his crinkly, inflated testicles. As she moved her fingers crisply against his scrotum, he felt even greater waves of wild anticipation throughout his whole body. He knew that it would not be long before he would have to explode again.
"OOOHHH, COME ON, BACK TO MY COCK NOW," he exclaimed. "COME ON, AAAHHH, WORK YOU FINGERS UP AND DOWN IT. I LIKE THAT. OOOHHH, FINGER MY PRICK."
He watched the way her diligent fingers went to work as they cascaded up and down the erect surface of his inflated tool. Several quick strokes later, he could see that his steaming penis had regained its former hardness. It stood with towering, ominous presence, a message as to what she could expect in the immediate future from him.
"Okay, you can turn loose now," he said. "We're ready to go into round two."
"Considering what you gave me before, I can't imagine what you might do for an encore," Mary shook her head with confusion, thoroughly unable to understand this perplexing man with the mask.
"I'm always ready for an encore," he proudly announced. "Just wait, honey, because you're gonna get it. Yes, you're gonna get some beautiful action from me."
Chapter Eleven
Glen's eyes became thoroughly hypnotized by the ripe firmness of the beautiful Mary's ass globes which had ground concentrically against the mattress beneath her during the course of the cunt fuck which he had so skillfully delivered. . The longer that he let himself stare fixedly at the voluptuous beauty of her smooth, trim, ivory ass cheeks, the more ferocious the desire that began tof smolder within him as to just what he needed at this particular point.
' 'Play with yourself,'' he laughed.'' I want to see you bring yourself off."
"Whatever you say, lover," she replied!
Glen's eyes widened with aroused interest as he observed the beautiful Mary reach down and let her fingers glide stirringly against her fleecy pubic vee. After she worked herself up through vigorous finger contact against her raven-colored pubic tresses, she gradually worked her fingers inside the sweltering confines of her juicy pink orifice. ' As she ground her fingers with mounting quickness against her rapidly intensifying cunt, the brunette beauty let out a loud gasp, hurling her flowing hips back and forth quickly and letting her firmly jutting breasts bounce with unrestrained joy and accelerating passion.
"OOOHHH, BABY, BABY, OHHHH, THIS REALLY TURNS ME ON," she sighed as her hips and ass cheeks jerked with sizzling ecstasy as she rubbed her excited clitoris and generated more friction between her trembling legs. "OOOHHH, I'VE GOTTA BE GUSHING, YES, MY DEAR. OHHHH, I GUESS THIS IS TURNING YOU ON WATCHING, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD."
"Damned right it turns me on," he laughed. "You haven't seen my cock come down any, have you?"
"Oh, no, not at all."
"You're not gonna, either. Not when I'm around you. Not when I can take a look at this pink little pussy of yours that's ready to ignite."
-His eyes moved between her salacious pink womb and her rapidly twisting, alabaster ass cheeks. He kept on staring at her as her legs twisted more quickly than ever and she sent her fingers deep inside the seething wet confines of her juicy, pink vaginal flesh as a full-fledged orgasm impended.
A few dazzling strokes later, the brunette beauty let out a guttural mewl and jerked her sleek, white legs with passionate conviction as the stirring flood tide of pussy juice started to splash ecstatically from her blazing mound, spraying delectably against her legs as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.
"Oh, damned, if that won't get a guy's pecker up and keep it there then nothing will," he exclaimed, laughing loudly.
Glen observed the steadily pendulous vibration of the beautiful brunette's still-rotating fleshy white ass cheeks, and his first move was to reach down and grab hold of them firmly, pinching them with commanding force until Mary Owens let out a guttural mewl.
"OOOHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME, YOU'RE HURTING ME, AND I LOVE IT," she exclaimed in a loud, triumphal tone. "I ABSOLUTELY DON'T BELIEVE THIS. I NEVER THOUGHT I WANTED TO BE DOMINATED THIS WAY, BUT I LOVE IT. OOOHHH, I SEEM TO LOVE EVERYTHING THAT YOU CAN GIVE ME. MY DARLING, OOOHHH, DOES THIS FEEL GOOD. IT FEELS GREAT THE WAY YOU'RE MANHANDLING ME. KEEP IT UP, OOOHHH, DOMINATE ME, DOMINATE ME, REALLY DOMINATE ME."
Responding quickly to her loud plea, the thoroughly attentive Glen Parsons continued pinching and stabbing with his resolute fingers for a few more minutes against the smooth crevices of his lover's warm ass flesh, following which he finally released his fingers. By then he was ready to reach out and slap against her still-reddened ass cheeks, enjoying the loud popping sounds that he produced with the crisp, roaring impact of his fingers as they collided with her waiting buttocks, which rocked tumultuously from the stinging impact of his crunching slaps.
"OOOHHH, OOHH, ARE YOU EVER TAKING CHARGE," she gulped. "OHHHHHH, HONEY, A LITTLE MORE OF THAT AND I'LL BE ORGASMING. I'LL BE JUICING RIGHT HERE AND NOW. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU." "You really know how to react," he laughed. "I told you that you'd love this. I told you you'd love what I'm gonna do to you."
By then Glen had become thoroughly mesmerized by the erotically inspiring sight of the beautiful brunette's hairless slit, which twitched and writhed with acute need. His fingers reached out and grabbed her smoothly rounded ass orbs as he pushed his hot, wet, scarlet tongue forward, eager to let it pierce its way ecstatically inside the squirming beauty's anal ring. Mary's legs tightened and she let out a loud swoon as her intruding lover daringly pushed his warm, scintillating red tongue up between her sleekly rolling buns and let it slide with burning conviction into the intimate warmth of her asshole, taking her totally by surprise and causing her entire body to vibrate with the same type of violent, spasmodic activity that had taken place when she had fingered herself off only a few minutes earlier. His quickly spearing tongue kept on charging forward, burying itself ever deeper between the smooth walls of her twisting ass cheeks as he made searing contact with her sizzling pink anus.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, WHAT AN ASS LICKER," she passionately gushed. "OHHHH, WHAT A SURPRISE, MY DARLING. OOOHHH, YOU'RE SO FULL OF SURPRISES, OHHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, OOOHHH, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT."
His burning pursuit of Mary's agitated asshole continued for a few more quick strokes. When he removed his tongue from her sensation-ridden anus, he reached out with his right index finger and let it decisively plunge high and deep inside her devastated anal passage.
He jerked his finger back and forth, letting it surge with uninhibited joy as he sliced it deep inside Mary's twisting, lust-crazed ass as he smiled with satisfaction, happy that his movements were achieving such a positive, spontaneous reaction.
His sharply pressing finger surged thunderously onward, pursuing its way with forbidden, lascivious desire until he rammed it against her anal ring. Soon the brunette beauty began reacting by mewling with animalish frenzy, feeling waves of pain from his thundering finger contact, buf always desiring more of the same kind of action.
When he withdrew his finger from Mary's; asshole, he reached out with his right hand and dip-
ped his fingers dramatically into the wet, squishy well of his beautiful lover's excited pink slit.
"What are you doing?" she asked with surprise.
"You don't need to ask any questions. The answers will present themselves soon enough."
The perplexed beauty watched as her lover pushed the pussy nectar which he had carefully extracted from her blazing mound and slid it high and deep into the tight confines of her appealing anal cleft.
With the remaining juice that he had not deposited into Mary's asshole, he slid the warm female goo against the spongy cock head of his ripe, rock-hard member.
"Just lubricating you a little before giving you the ass fucking of your life," he declared with emphatic boldness.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, PLEASE, NOT THAT," she reacted with instantaneous shock. "HONEY, I'VE BEEN A HORNY YOUNG WOMAN, AND I'VE LET PLENTY OF GUYS FUCK ME, BUT NOBODY'S EVER DONE THAT. I MEAN, MY ASSHOLE HAS BEEN OFF LIMITS. OKAY, I LIKED IT WHEN YOU RIMMED ME, BUT LET'S NOT GO ANY FURTHER. OH, PLEASE, HAVE A HEART."
"Just quiet down," he snarled. "I said that you were my bitch and that's exactly what I meant."
"PLEASE, PLEASE, NOT THAT," she begged. "DON'T DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS TO ME."
"Stop your damned complaining. You're sounding like a scared little kid."
"I am scared," she admitted.
"Then I guess it's high time for somebody to show you you don't have anything to be scared of. I'm gonna have some fun with your ass. I'm gonna pump my prick inside it. It's gonna sting a little, but it's not gonna be all that bad. As a matter of fact, it's gonna be a beautiful experience. You just wait and see. The whole thing's gonna be great."
"OOOHHH, PLEASE, DON'T DO IT TO ME."
"Stop the damned complaining. I'm getting tired of hearing it. You complain anymore and I'm gonna slap the hell out of your ass cheeks."
He reached out and grabbed hold of the trembling white pillarly thighs of Mary, throwing them over his shoulders, then tensing his body dramatically as he prepared to push his stiff, erect penis forward. As he let it slam toward her, he heaved a deep sigh as it landed with crisp, surging impact against the tightness of his lover's rapidly twisting ass. He landed with steely impact, burying his surging prick deep into her anal ring as she let out a loud sob, then another.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, OHHHHH," she mewled. "OH, PLEASE, OOOHHH, TAKE IT EASY. OHHHH,. YOU'RE TEARING MY ASS UP. OH, DARLING, OOOHHH, PLEASE, TAKE IT EASY. OHHHH, NO, NOOOO, TAKE IT EASY. YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME, YOU'RE GONNA KILL MY ASS WITH YOUR COCK."
The rapidly gasping, steadily intruding Glen Parsons remained undaunted as he lashed out with both hands and let them simultaneously connect with the shapely contoured ridges of her smooth, quivering ass flesh while he pushed his pulsatingly erect prick forward once more, letting it land a second time with ringing impact as he stunned her, forcing his turgid instrument even deeper into her pain-riddled anal passage than before.
Her whole body trembled helplessly under the devastating onslaught of Glen's deeply thrusting, skewering penis stabs as she sobbed unrestrainedly and tears began to gush down her cheeks. But through it all there remained something impressively exciting about engaging in such a forbidden act for the first time, even though he was using his stiff cock like a bludgeoning weapon, never letting up, showing no mercy or restraint in any of his torrid activity.
Glen's savagely erect member kept ravishing her lewdly with every driving, forward thrust as he kept ramming his lust-bloated, determined cock deep inside her, enjoying the exquisite tightness of his victim's virginal asshole.
After the continuous, slashing attack had reached a torrid crescendo of unflagging activity, the pain which had accompanied every rousing charge of Glen's sturdy prick became increasingly more acceptable to the raven-haired beauty. Even though Mary kept feeling ringing pain from the plunging, knife-like thrust that his sharply intruding cock sadistically delivered, she started to enjoy being ravished and was finding every twinging pain sensation to contain a certain amount of strangely erotic pleasure. "WHAT AN ASS,'' he gulped. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME, BUT I LOVE IT," she called put breathlessly, first groaning, then letting out an animalish mewl.
"OHHHH, MAKE ME YOUR WHORE, OHHHH, YES, I'M YOUR BITCH. JUST KEEP FUCKING ME. OOOHHH, DRIVE THAT BIG, JUICY PRICK OF YOURS BETWEEN MY LEGS AND INTO MY ASSHOLE. HOW I WANT IT. OOOHHH, HOW I NEED IT."
Her urgent words were music to Glen's ears as he quickly stepped up his pace and ravaged his lover's tight asshole time and again. The iiarder that he slashed with his stinging prick, the closer that Glen drew to the inevitable moment when the spewing juices would have to thunder from the nub end of his long, towering, skewering male member.
His body rocked with increasing authority as he entered what he knew to be the final phase of his stirring ass fuck. His thick, leathery, lust-bloated testicles slapped with thudding authority time and again against her squirming, ripe nether cheeks as he knifed her with his sharp, desire-swept spear as he felt the familiar tugging sensations making themselves felt in his warm, bulging balls.
Glen loved the way that his lover's firm, fleshy hips were beginning to spontaneously rock with every deep, impaling thrust that his determined cock sent forth with piercing consistency as he pushed relentlessly toward the big moment when the liquid spray would be shooting from the end of his hard, pulsating cock.
His blasting tool pressed sharply to the hilt as his fingers pinched and squeezed against his lover's rapidly squirming ass cheeks. All the while he felt quivering sensations in his restless, thundering balls, which were preparing to unleash a torrent of hot, white sperm from the end of his cannonading spear.
"KEEP FUCKING ME, OHHHH, KEEP FUCKING ME," she shouted deliriously. "YOU'RE HURTING ME, OHHHH, YOU'RE STINGING ME WITH YOUR BIG, LONG PRICK. YOUR JUICY COCK. OHHHH, YOUR NICE, STIFF PECKER, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, HOW GOOD IT FEELS. KEEP ON DOMINATING ME. OOOOHHH, YOU'RE A DEVIL, A REGULAR DEVIL, BUT THE KIND I LOVE. I LOVE IT THE WAY YOU'RE SLAMMING YOUR RAMPAGING COCK UP MY ASS. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT PLUNGING. YES, MY DARLING, OOOHHH, LET IT RACE. LET IT RACE INSIDE MY ASS."
Resoundingly the sweaty, panting Glen Parsons slapped at his lover's rapidly flouncing ass cheeks as the first few droplets of seminal fluid began to nervously edge out of the end of his spearing, torpedo-like tool.
"Here comes the gusher," he warned.
"OOOHHH, IT'S EXCITING, OHHH, HOW I WANT IT," she told him. "MY DARLING, OHHHH, COME ON, LET if EXPLODE. LET IT SPLASH. OOOHHH, OHHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON AND FUCK ME. OOOHHH, FUCK MY ASS. COME ON, FUCK IT, FUCK IT, FUCK IT."
Glen's nervous hips responsively wiggled with rapacious lust as his stiff, rapier organ ravaged her sore anus one more time as the steaming stream of his thick, white, juicy sperm splashed volcanically from the end of his raging cock.
He let out a loud gasp, watching closely as the beautiful Mary's hips rocked soaringly and her tight, firm breast flesh swayed and jiggled as the torrent of feverish white cream kept blasting from the end of his scalding, fleshy member and into her wiggling, pain-devastated asshole.
Glen pulled his cock out with a lurid plop from his ravaged lover's asshole. She felt acute waves of pain from the savage pummeling that his commanding organ had resolutely supplied.
"I think you're nuts, absolutely nuts," she smiled wearily, "but I say that with the greatest affection."
"I guess I took care of your asshole, didn't I?"
"You certainly did, Mr. Mystery Man. I hope you don't mind me calling you that. I mean, since I don't know your name."
"I don't mind that at. all. I've been called one hell of a lot worse," he laughed.
"I guess we all have," she nodded.
"That ass won't be sore that long. You'll get over it. What you won't get over are the memories of a great fuck. We both got that tonight. Are we agreed on that point?"
"Yes, we're agreed. You're an absolute bully. Maybe even a bastard. But you sure can fuck. I mean, you fuck up a blasting storm."
"Thank you. I don't think anybody's ever said anything any kinder. Or, for that matter, more complimentary."
"Oh, damned, my ass really is sore. Did you ever pound me with your spearing prick."
"Yes, I guess I certainly did," he laughed. "I; can see you need that kind of action more often. It's a shame that none of these other guys that you had sex with took charge of things and fucked you up the ass."
"Some of them wanted to."
"I can imagine. With a butt as beautiful as yours, that stands to reason."
"But I wouldn't let 'em. I'd just tell 'em no."
"And they wouldn't make a fight of it," he shook his head. "How foolish. How absolutely terrible. Well, I made ajlght of it. You can certainly say that."
"Yes, you very definitely did."
He looked down at her sweaty, appealing form, then rose slowly from the bed. Once again he took out the gun.
"Just a precautionary measure," he said.
As he held the gun on Mary, Glen slipped his penis back inside his trousers, zipping up quickly.
"Well, I guess it's a good-night and good-bye," Mary said with just a trace of disappointment.
"I guess so, honey," he laughed. "Well, it was a real winner."
"Yes, it was that. I don't know. In some ways it seems more like a dream. xA strange dream. Like one I've never had before."
"I guess so. Of course, I guess it's always that way when you have a fantastic fuck. Isn't that true?"
"I suppose you've got a point there," she replied.
Chapter Twelve
After Glen had finished having sex with Mary Owens, he had the same kind of traumatic problems following the wild orgy's aftermath.
The thing that bothered Glen, once again, was that he could see he was relying upon rape-as a solution to his own sexual frustrations. He was living a kind of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde nightmare in which, from one moment to the next he would pass from a docile, shy young man to a wild, sadistic sexual attacker with no inhibitions, who could perform to the ultimate degree. He thought about how Mary Owens had gone from a terrified young woman to the role of a panting, lascivious lover who could not seem to get enough in the way of sexual satisfaction from him, despite her fears of what he might do to her.
For the next few days Glen was afraid to do much of anything. He kept to himself and said very little on the job, continuing to go about his paces. He was thankful about one thing. During that course of time he did not have to perform the always tempting job of dispensing birth control pills to lovely young Tate University coeds. Since his conversations with girls under those circumstances had led to his attack of first Nancy Lewis and then Mary Owens, he felt a whole lot safer what with the girls staying away.
Several evenings later, however, just as he was convinced that he would have no more problems as far as his lustful escapades were concerned, three fetching young women walked into the room. He stared into the face of Lucy Graham, brown-haired and sophisticated, whose patrician features had always turned him on to such a considerable degree. He liked her sharply defined profile, along with her exquisitely structured cheekbones. She appeared to be just the kind of girl that an artist would want to paint. With her at that moment were two other highly attractive young women, Dora Kent and Katy Miller. The red-haired Dora poossessed sensuous, well-developed breasts that showed through magnificently as she stood in a bright red sweater. Her friend Kafy possessed long, sensuously flowing legs that he was always inclined to steal glances at whenever she was there.
"Hello there, Glen," Lucy Graham opened the conversation with a smile.
"Good-evening, girls. How's it going?"
"Oh, it's going just super," Dora answered.
"It sure is," Katy said with an emphatic nod.
'' You all seem to be in such a good mood,'' Glen observed.
"We have reason to be," Lucy laughed coquet-tishly, batting her eyelashes. "You see, Glen, we're having a party tomorrow. We of the Alpha Belles."
"Oh, yes. That's your sorority, isn't it?"
"Not just our sorority, dearie," Dora Kent teas-ingly corrected. "It just happens to be the best sorority in the whole university. All the beautiful women who are really something belong to it."
"The ones who have the big reputation on campus," Katy Miller said.
"Just like Nancy Lewis," Lucy Graham explained. "You know her, don't you?"
Glen's face whitened when Nancy Lewis's name was mentioned. He turned his head away, hoping that none of the three girls would notice the shocked expression that had overcome him when he heard the mere mention of her name. His forehead broke out in a tense sweat as he thought about all of the complicating circumstances that had taken place that traumatic evening in her room.
"Oh, yes, she comes in here," he finally nodded, "Of course she does," Dora laughed. "A cute little swinger like her. I know for certain what she comes in for."
"The same thing we're coming in for right now," Katy Miller said. "You see, Glen, we happen to be the swingiest, best looking girls on this campus. If a girl really stands out around Tate University, you can be sure that if she isn't a member of the Alpha Belles how, she soon will be."
"Because Lucy and the rest of us will recruit her so hard that she'll get the point," Dora Kent smiled. "And then when she finds out the kinds of young men that she's gonna get a chance to meet, well, they can't resist at that point."
"That's right, that's absolutely right," Katy Miller confirmed with a vigorous nod. "We really get around. The only thing we're really concerned about, though, is that the girls who are the spokespersons of our group, people like us, come from the right backgrounds so that we can mix with the upper-crust of society."
"In short, we're snobs and we're proud of it," Lucy Graham laughed.
"Yeah, but you still haven't told me why you're in such a great mood," a curious Glen Parsons reminded. -
"Well, it's this terrific party," Lucy giggled. "You see, we need the birth control pills, my dear. It's going to be a magnificent party. Some of the most eligible young men on this campus are going to be attending. Like Bob Thompson."
"Bob Thompson. Yes, that name does ring a bell."
"It should," Dora Kent smiled. "His father owns one of the biggest dog racing tracks in all of Florida. They're absolutely swimming in good old, filthy green money. How we love it."
"Yes, and there's Harry Jones," Katy Miller laughed. "His father happens to be one of the top horse breeders in the United States and is also a prominent businessman. You see, Glen, we run around with the best."
"We're social climbers and proud of it," Dora Kent explained.
"So this is gonna be some wild party," Lucy Graham said, her eyes rolling with lustful anticipation. "For all we know we might go all the way and spike the punch with Spanish flies."
"That would be a splendid idea," Dora Kent said.
What with not one but three beautiful young women talking so openly about sex, Glen Parsons could not help but respond. His hard, searing penis jolted inside his trousers, begging for release. He wanted so badly to reach down and unzip his trousers, then go to work on these three beautiful women.
"I sure would like to go to a party like that," Glen said.
"Well, the group we're meeting tomorrow is the Alpha Gents," Lucy said. "They're the counterparts of our sorority. You see how we have it structured. We girls, the best looking girls on campus, the girls with plenty to offer, naturally want to meet the guys with the big bread. That's what counts, honey, and we're not gonna get serious with anybody unless there's plenty of that stuff up front. I guess you understand what we mean."
"Definitely. You're speaking quite candidly and I understand."
"So it's restricted to the Alpha Gents," Katy Miller said. "Sorry about that."
"That's all right. Well, maybe I can meet with you gals some other night," Glen grinned.
"Come now, my dear," Lucy Graham burst into loud laughter. "Do you really think that any of us would really be interested in meeting with somebody who works as an orderly in the Gynecology Department at Tate University Medical Center? I mean, now if you were one of the top young doctors here, that would be another story. I mean, I have to consider my own background, for one thing. You see, my father happens to be one of the top physicians from West Palm Beach. So I'm naturally out to score a catch of my own."
"The same goes for Dora and I," Katy Miller said. "Dora's father is a judge and mine is one of the top corporate lawyers in Miami. I guess you can get the point, honey. You just aren't fast enough to run on our track."
"Katy does have a way of putting things in an awfully blunt way," Dora siad, "but she happens to be right."
"No offense intended, I hope," Lucy smiled.
"Oh no, none."
"Then maybe you can get our pills and we can be on our way," Lucy said. "We have oh so many preparations to get out of the way for the big evening tomorrow."
"Just what time is your party slated to get underway?" Glen asked as he handed boxes of pills to the three girls.
''It's slated to start at eight," Dora Kent smiled.
"And will it ever be a good party."
"We're gonna make it the wildest of the year," Katy Miller smiled.
"Well, good luck, girls," [31en said.
"Thank you, darling," Lucy smiled and waved as she and her two friends walked toward the door. "As a matter of fact, we'll probably be in for another supply of pills very shortly. We happen to be getting a lot of action lately. This is a pretty nice little deal, being members of the Alpha Belles and "having the Alpha Gents to socialize with."
"Yes, I just imagine that it is," Glen Parsons said.
He watched as the three beautiful young women walked away. He had had a hard time restraining both his keen disappointment and anger as he had spoken to them. It bugged him no end that these three beautiful young woman would think him to be somehow beneath them. He recalled how angry he had been after Nancy Lewis and Mary Owens had rejected him, but these girls had been even blunter. They had emphatically told him that he just wasn't in their league and that, even though they weren't trying to offend him, that just happened to be the way that it was and he would have to accept it.
For the rest of the evening Glen quietly smoldered. He thought about the next day. Even though he was slated to work, he recognized that he had not missed a day for quite some time. Would there really be anything wrong in calling up in the middle of the morning and explaining that he was sick? After all, what would they do to him? He had so much in the way of sick time coming anyway, and so that was what he contemplated doing.
As he left the Medical Center that evening, Glen's mind spun in a frustrating sea of turbulent emotion. At one point in time he would see himself, covered by his trusty black stocking mask, taking turns on these three snippy young women, forcing them to do his bidding. Then, on another occasion, he would begin to evaluate things in a more rational context. Whenever he did that he came to the conclusion that it was a terrible thing for him to engage in yet another rape. For one thing, he realized that his good fortunes could not continue. If he kept on flaunting the law in the manner that he so flagrantly was, it would just be a question of time before he would be in Florida State Penitentiary. As enjoyable as these experiences were with these beautiful females, he did not relish the idea of going to prison.
His brain continued to spin, so much so that Glen was scarcely able to sleep that night. He would fall into a dead stupor, then begin to dream, and on each occasion either one or all three of the girls would surface. He could envision their beautiful bodies before him, after which he would wake up in a cold sweat. Glen would listen to the ticking sounds of the clock in his room, then would drowsily fall asleep once more. On one occasion he woke up with his heart palpitating after having been rejected by Lucy, who had emphatically told him that he was not good enough for her.
As dawn broke, Glen decided upon his course of action. Later that morning he would call up the Medical Center and tell them that he had a cold and would not be able to come to work. Then he would show up outside the Alpha Belles' sorority house on campus. He would strike one more time. Glen kept telling himself that this had to be the last occasion, however, and that he could not continue to live the kind of dual life that he was at the moment. It was just too frustrating for him to expect to continue this kind of turbulent living, something that he had been totally unaccustomed to up to this point in time. As a matter of fact, he had always been shy and withdrawn, the type of person who would be more likely to sit in the corner rather than walk over and make passes at a beautiful young girl. But now all of that was changing through a Jeckyll-and-Hyde manifestation which made him turn into a rousing but sadistic lover, somebody who would literally bring women to his knees.
After making his call in the middle of the morning to his supervisor at the Medical Center, who promptly wished him a speedy recovery, Glen then decided to take a nap. The sleep that he had failed to receive the night before caught up with him.
Once again he dreamed, and it was young Lucy Graham who was paramount in his thoughts. The brown-haired beauty with the patrician features kept telling him over and over again that he was not worthy of taking her out.
Chapter Thirteen
It was a balmy Tampa evening and a luminous full moon hung overhead as Glen Parsons put on the same outfit that he had worn on the two occasions when he had raped Mary Owens and Nancy Lewis.
He stuffed the trusty stocking mask into his pocket along with the phony hand gun that had helped him intimidate his victims to such an extent.
Glen recalled that the party was slated for eight, and so he decided to show up outside the Alpha
Belles' sorority house at seven. He stood in the distance, behind a clump of trees, observing two of the girls walking around in the front room of the sorority. He saw no one else, which led him to the conclusion that Dora and Katy were in the house alone. They were undergoing last minute preparations for the party. He observed Dora stirring some punch. He wondered if it contained the Spanish flies that the girls had joked about.
At a few minutes past seven-thirty, he observed a brown Jaguar pull to a stop at the curb. His stomach tensed. If the young men showed up early, he thought, then everything he had planned would fail. Everything would go awry at least for that evening and he would have to plan his intrusion for some other occasion. As his heart began to beat with great disappointment, he heaved a sigh of relief as he observed the beautiful Lucy Graham easing out of her car and walking down the sidewalk.
She was clad in a white pantsuit which showed off her trimly exquisite figure to excellent advantage. His'penis pulsated in his trousers as he stared at her walking down the sidewalk. She was carrying a sack of groceries in her arms.
Suddenly his brain began to move nimbly and quickly. Yes, he realized, the fates had given him a tremendous opportunity, one that he would have to take advantage of and quickly.
Glen reached into his pocket and swiftly pulled out his stocking mask, which he pulled down over his head. He then reached inside his pocket once more, pulling out his trusty phony handgun. He moved quickly, remaining in the shadows so that the beautiful coed, who was walking obliviously toward the front door, would not see him until the proper moment.
With one swift, last second lunge, Glen Parsons pulled up behind the beautiful brownette and threw an arm around her waist. He held his gun steadily in his right hand, pushing it against her temple.
"You make a sound and you're dead," he said in his firm, macho tone of voice. "Now you're gonna lead me right into that house and say absolutely nothing except what I tell you that you can say, and that better be in a whisper. You understand? If you do, just nod."
The beautiful, trembling Lucy nodded, and all the while her heart beat savagely and her arms and legs trembled.
"Please don't hurt me," she whispered.
"If you play your cards right, you don't have to get hurt," he told her, continuing to point the gun menacingly against her temple.
"Can you at least take the gun away?"
"Very well, but you cross me and you're gonna get shot," he told her as he pulled it away from her temple and held it positioned behind her head.
"Yes, I won't cross you. What do you want?"
"A little information first," he said. "For one thing, what have you got in that bag?"
"Just some peanuts, popcorn, some potato chips. Items for a party that I'm giving tonight."
"I see. What kind of party?"
"We're entertaining some of the boys from one of the fraternities here at school," she explained.
Glen's purpose for cross-examining the beautiful brown-haired Lucy was to determine if she was telling him the truth. He wanted to determine just how closely her story corroborated with that which she had previously told him at the University Medical Center.
"How many people are gonna be at the party?" he asked.
"There are five guys who are coming from the fraternity," she said in a halting, trembling tone. "Please don't hurt them. Please don't hurt any of us."
"Like I said before. You play your cards right, you play straight with me, and I'll play straight with you. How many people are in that house right now?"
"Oh, just two girls. Two of my sorority sisters."
"Is that your sorority house?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Who else is in the house?"
"Oh, we have it all to ourselves tonight. There's nobody else."
"There's no old buddy sorority house mother or anything like that around there?" he asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh, no. I wouldn't lie to you. Like I said, I'll level, I'll play straight. Just two girls. One is named Katy and one named Dora."
"Okay, so the first thing you're gonna do is march with me into the house," he said. "You happen to be my hostage, darling. Play straight and you'll keep on breathing, but cross me and you won't. Have you got the message?"
"Oh, yes. I won't do anything. I won't do a thing to cross you."
"Good. Then let's start walking."
He walked behind her, continuing to let his arm cling to her waist as she held onto the sack of groceries and walked toward the front door. Glen continued to position the gun behind her head, letting it serve as a grim reminder as to just what might happen to her if she crossed him.
As she entered the house, her two friends immediately observed what was happening. They stood in the living room. Dor^ was sipping a glass of punch while Katy was sitting in a chair. Their eyes widened as they observed Lucy and her captor. Lucy's face had turned chalk white and her sensuous red lips were fearfully quivering.
"My God, what the . . .?" Dora exclaimed, her eyes widening with fear.
"I don't want anybody to yell out," Glen said menacingly. "You do and your friend is gonna get it. And after she gets it, the same thing will happen to the two of you. Do you understand, girls?"
"Yes, we understand," Dora said in a trembling tone. "What do you want from us?"
"The first thing I want is for this brown-haired little beauty here to make a telephone call," Glen said. "I want you to call those guys and tell them that the party's off for tonight. Think up any excuse that you want, just as long as it makes sense. One suspicious word, though, just one indication that you're trying to tip 'em off and you all get it. And if they happen to be on their way over here, well then you'll have to just intercept them at the door and tell 'em the party's off. You understand?"
"Oh, yes, we understand," Lucy nodded.
"Then get on over there and make your telephone call," Glen ordered.
Already Glen began to feel a certain measure of satisfaction over what was happening. Here were three cocky, spoiled young women who were so eager to put him down, but now he was having the last laugh. Little did they realize that the gun which he was menacingly pointing in their direction was not a real one at all. But they certainly were not about to question the validity of his gun, not with him pointing it in the manner that he was, convincing them that their lives hung precariously in the balance, depending upon how quickly and respon-sively they followed his every command.
He watched as Lucy, her hands trembling, picked up the telephone and dialed a number.
"Hello, who's this?" she began. "This is Lucy. Oh, yes, Jerry, how are you? Well . . . not so good. I've come down with a terrible case of the flu. I know. Well, it's been going around, as you know. Yes, I know, I know. I think that Dora might be catching it, too. Yes, I know, I know. Well, I hate to say this, but we're gonna just have to put off our party tonight. I'm sorry I didn't call you earlier. Well, I kept thinking that maybe it wasn't what I thought it was. That maybe I was just a little tired. Then I realized I had all the symptoms. I'm sorry for calling so late, I really am, but I don't know what else to say. My folks came over to my place earlier today, too, and that kept me busy for a long while. Then I kept thinking I'd get better. I was sure I would, but I just didn't. I'm really sorry. I'm sorry in particular for calling so late, but that's just the way that it is. It just wouldn't be right to have the party tonight. For one thing, the Alpha Gents would probably all wind up with a bad case of the flu, and we wouldn't want that, would we? Like I said, I'm awfully sorry, but there's nothing that can be done. We'll just have to reschedule that party. I know, I know you're disappointed. Well, we're just as disappointed, darling. It just can't be helped. Sorry. Yes, good-bye. Yes, I'll take care of myself. I'll get over this soon."
Lucy hung up the phone, heaving a sigh of relief.
"I handled it the best way I could," she stared in Glen's direction. "I hope that I didn't say anything that would sound suspicious."
"No, considering you were calling on such short notice and all, I think you did pretty damned well," Glen said. "Yes, I gotta say one thing. You sure are three gorgeous looking women. You don't need these college fraternity boys to satisfy you. As a matter of fact, what you need is a more mature guy, somebody like me."
The girls stared at each other fearfully. Lucy closed her eyes momentarily, hoping that this terrible nightmare would come to an end and that this awful man would go away'. She hoped that he would steal a few meaningless little objects, then vanish into the night, but down deep she was thinking something else. She had a feeling, particularly based upon his comment concerning how good the three of them looked, that sex was definitely on his mind.
"Where's the bedroom?" Glen asked, staring first at Lucy, his eyes quickly shifting to Dora, then to Katy.
"Just up the stairs," Lucy pointed.
"That's good. Let's take a quick visit up there;" he said.
Glen once again pointed the gun menacingly toward Lucy Graham's head.
"I just want you two other girls to know that your friend here is being held hostage," Glen announced. "This brown-haired little beauty will get her cute little head blown off if she tries anything. And the same thing goes for the two of you. Do we all understand each other?"
Dora and Katy nodded emphatically, their faces turning chalk white.
"Good, then let's go up into the bedroom," Glen said.
He realized that he had uttered more threats in just a few minutes in front of Lucy, Katy and Dora than, he had during the course of his entire experiences with Mary and Nancy. He could see that the snobbish sorority girls had really gotten to him, and he was determined that his vengeance be complete.
They walked slowly up the stairs leading toward the bedroom. Once that the three of them were inside, Glen continued to hold his gun on Lucy, after which he then stepped back.
"All right, it's time for you lovely young girls to strip," Glen said. "I'm sure you were gonna strip for your fraternity friends anyway. I imagine it was gonna be one of those parties that would last until the wee hours of the morning. Well, you girls don't have to be disappointed. You're gonna get a party unlike any that you could have ever expected. Yes indeed. And I'm going to supervise it."
The girls stared at each other fearfully. Several tense seconds passed.
"Come on, get busy," he pointed the gun in Lucy's direction. "Come on, let's take off your clothes. I mean business."
"We'd better do what he says," Lucy looked at her friends.
Glen watched, a smile of satisfaction playing on his lips as the girls eased out of their clothes.
In a matter of moments they had discarded their clothes and were down to their silky, sheer panties and brassieres. Glen's eyes glowed with sadistic pleasure as he feasted on their near-nude bodies.
Chapter Fourteen
As Glen licked his lips with anticipation, he watched the three girls as they lay there with great trepidation on the bed, wearing nothing other than their skimpy white panties and matching brassieres.
He felt his cock hardening by the second as he stared at the trio of lovelies, whose bodies trembled with great apprehension as they wondered just what he would demand of them next.
"Okay, let's go the rest of the way," Glen said insistently. "Come on, when I said strip I meant not to strip just to your panties and bra, I meant for you to go all the way. To get down to where you're completely nude."
Glen watched as the girls slowly but surely removed their panties and bras, lying completely naked on the bed in front of him. He stared at the curvaceous swells of their firm, sensuously appealing ass cheeks, the long, tapering legs and the firm, magnificently voluptuous breasts.
"You two over there," he pointed toward Lucy and Dora. "A brownette and a redhead. What a cute couple you are. Have you two girls ever made it together before?"
The girls looked at each other with great embarrassment. They simultaneously shrugged their shoulders.
"Come on now," he said. "I expect you to level with me. Two such good looking girls. Sorority sisters. I've heard about things like this. About girls who like each other quite a bit. Especially when they're beautiful and have gorgeous bodies like you two have. Have you ever made it together?"
"No, we've never done anything like that before," Lucy shrieked. "We dig guys too much. We don't go for girls."
"That's right," Dora nodded emphatically. "We don't go for this perverted stuff."
"How do you know it's perverted if you haven't even tried it?" Glen laughed.
"Oh, please, don't expect us to do anything like that," Lucy said.
"Yes, not that. We've never done that before.
Honest. And we don't want to start now."
"You'll do what I say," Glen snarled, pointing the gun menacingly toward the two girls. "I expect you to get down there and start kissing. Then I'm gonna tell you what I expect from there. But I want you to relax. Enjoy yourselves. Reach out there and play with each other's tits. You've both got gorgeous sets of boobs. So come on, play with 'em. And kiss. I want to see you two turn on each other. That'll be interesting."
While Lucy and Dora pushed their bodies closer to one another, he looked over at the beautiful blonde, Katy Miller. He stared at her smilingly.
"Okay, blondie, you're not removed from this," he said. "Come on over here. I'm gonna have me a little fun with you while I'm watching your two friends go at it."
Glen eased himself down on top of the bed, sitting on the edge of it, giving himself a perfect ringside view of, the upcoming sexual activity that would take place between the beautiful blonde Lucy and the sensuous redhead Dora.
He watched as Katy eased her naked body next to him on the bed. Glen stared down at the curly tufts of her warm, inviting pubic mound.
"You sure are beautiful," he said.
He reached out with his left hand and glided his fingers over the marshmallow-like smoothness of her soft yet firm breasts. Glen ground his fingers sensuously against the warmth of her skin, and as he did, he could feel his cock hardening even more inside his trousers.
After quickly withdrawing his fingers from her breasts, Glen Parsons pointed them toward his crotch.
"Okay, come on, get busy now," he said. "I want you to unzip me. Then -I'm gonna let you play with my prick. I'm gonna give you a thrill, honey, because I have a fantastic prick, if I do say so myself. Your fingers are gonna go to work on it. They're gonna move up and down. Yes, we're gonna get acquainted, beautifully acquainted."
He kept on staring at the beautiful blonde, who responded to his command by reaching down and slowly unzipping his trousers. Glen could see the pained expression on her face. He knew that Katy Miller was enduring great hardship at that moment, and it made him feel good to know that he had secured the upper hand. These girls might have thought him unworthy of their sexual attention earlier, but now they were going to do exactly as he told them or else.
"Okay, reach down there and play with my prick," Glen snapped a brisk command.
The beautiful blonde grabbed hold of his long, warm cock. Her fingers manipulated tightly against the nozzle-like tip of his hard, solid, blue-veined
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, I LIKE THAT," he grinned. "COME ON, KEEP MOVING YOUR FINGERS."
At first Katy Miller's fingers trembled as they worked up and down the long, bulging length of his torrid cock, but after a few minutes had passed she was able to manipulate her fingers with considerably less apprehension as they glided along the fleshy base of his tube-like staff.
"Okay, you two on the bed," Glen laughed.
"Don't think that you're gonna get out of this. Don't think you're not gonna perform. You're gonna right now. So come on, let's get right into it. I said I wanted some kissing and some fondling and I mean it. If I don't get what I'm after, I guess you know what kind of alternative you're gonna face, so let's get right into it. Let's get into it right away."
Glen watched as Katy and Lucy caressed. He watched as their succulent, warm breasts pushed ripely against each other. At first the girls conveyed pained expressions, indicating how little they liked the idea of engaging in sex with one another, but after their cascading breasts had collided several times, he could see that much of the pain and apprehension were beginning to vanish.
"Very good," he said. "Oh, damned, it looks good watching your tits colliding. So come on, let's get in some wild French kissing. Push your tits against each other while you're Frenching. That's what I want to see. Oh, damned, you've both got such gorgeous butts. You both look so fantastic."
While Glen watched the two beauties on the bed, he looked over at Katy, who continued to keep him company as she let her fingers glide along the firm length of his fleshy tool. He stared down at the ripe, lush curves of her firm ass cheeks. His fingers reached out and clutched sharply at the warmth of her buttocks. He pushed his pistoning fingers back and forth, letting them clasp tightly against her solid globes of ass flesh as her body wiggled and twitched in dramatic response.
"Hey, I like that," he smiled. "Got me a handful of ass. Come on, keep pumping with your fingers. I'll tell you when to stop, sweetheart. For now I want you to keep right on going. Keep right on pumping. Move your fingers up and down my hard, sturdy prick."
He sighed with unabounded joy as he felt her clasping fingers continue to grind as they made their way up and down the bloated length o/his hard, aroused organ. While her fingers kept on steadily pumping against his sturdy staff, the two writhing beauties on the bed were engaging in ever-accelerating sexual activity.
Glen watched with widening interest, observing their stirring red tongues as they pushed forward, grinding with surging precision as they worked their way inside the wet warmth of each other's cavernous mouths. He listened to the loud suctioning sounds of their hot, colliding tongues and the frenzied gasps of heavy breathing that emanated from them as their tongues twirled and danced against each other. All the while their fingers hungrily caressed each other's warm, twisting breasts.
"Damned, this is entertainment," Glen laughed. "Come on, girls. Okay, you can start sucking. You can start sliding your tongues over each other's body. Then you're gonna wind up sixty-nining. I want to see you two going at it, grinding your tongues inside each other's twat. Oh, yes, sorority girls, we're gonna have ourselves a wild fuck. And, ohi damned, blondie, you're doing a peat job on my prick. I love the way your fingers are sweeping up and down it. Okay, you can move them even faster now. Come on, move them real steady like. Up and down my long, hard prick. How I love this action. Ohhh, aaaahhh, just my kind of action. Just exactly what I love. Ohhh, I'm wild about it, wild about it, wild about it."
He gasped and sighed, continuing to watch the steadily unfolding activity that was taking place between Dora and Lucy while his fetching blonde lover Katy continued to grind her fingers against the warmth of his tumid shaft.
Soon the blonde beauty and her red-haired lover were thoroughly acclimated to providing each other with the utmost in pleasure. Glen watched as a wildly lascivious Lucy buried her tongue between the shadowy warmth of her red-haired lover's breasts. Back and forth her slurping tongue slid as it manipulated with fervent intensity while it worked its way between the thoroughly aroused Dora's activated boobs. Glen watched with great interest as he observed the way that her flouncing conical tits moved back and forth, undulating ripely under the .stirring impact of Lucy's frantic tongue movements.
Finally, after a few more fervent finger stabs had been applied to his already searing cock, it was necessary for Glen to slow up his lover.
"Okay, blondie, tone it down a little," he said. "Slow up. If you don't you'll have me juicing right here and now. I don't want to do that. I want to let things develop gradually. Ahhh, ooohhh, do I ever love what's happening. This is my kind of screwing. Oooohhh, aaahhh, this is great. This is my kind of fucking."
His eyes remained focused squarely on the thoroughly aroused beauties whose sweaty bodies were entwined against one another.
Lucy shoved her thigh against that of Dora's, and as soon as that happened Dora's whole body twitched with sensuous appreciation. Lucy's tongue fervently pressed against her lover's breasts and nipples, and several times she let her teeth circulate teasingly and soothingly against Dora's prickly, erect nipples.
Finally Dora began to return the favor, providing Lucy with the same kind of rapid-fire tongue attention against her breasts and nipples that Lucy had earlier directed toward hers. As her tongue worked back and forth, plunging rapidly against Lucy's left breast, then her right, the brown-haired beauty lay there on her back, her ass cheeks sharply writhing as she gasped and sighed, urging her lover on to greater efforts.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, SUCK MY TITS," Lucy gasped aloud. "COME ON, OHHHH, GRIND YOUR TONGUE. OOOHHH, DO I EVER LOVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL TONGUE, DORA BABY, OOOHHH, I LOVE THE WAY IT'S PLUNGING. COME ON, OHHHH, KEEP IT SWEEPING. OHHHHH, KEEP IT DRIVING AGAINST MY TITS. AAAHHH, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, HOW I WANT IT. OHHH, I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I NEED IT."
Her swirling hips and ass cheeks ground concentrically against the bed beneath her as she heaved deep, incessant gasps, enjoying every penetrating tongue thrust that her lover assiduously sent forth against her ripe, firm body. Eventually the two beauties were ready to engage in some wild sixty-nine activity. They flung their arms around each other, engaging in one last frenzied French kiss prior to twisting their bodies mound so that their tongues faced each other's warm, ripe, velvety moist pussies.
Glen practically jissumed on the spot when he observed the two girls with their hot, pistoning tongues driving with fervent warmth into the depths of each other's searing cuntal pit.
He watched the way that their firm, ripe ass cheeks twisted as their tongues blasted sharply inside the wet warm of each other's cavernous mound. Glen felt a compelling desire to receive some action of his own at that point in time, something that could correspond with the kind of scintillating activity that the two writhing beauties in the middle of the bed were enjoying.
"Okay, blondie," he motioned Katy toward his prick. "It's time for you to start sucking now. I'm sure a nice beautiful sorority girl like you has sucked her share of cocks. So this is nothing new. The girls in the middle of the bed are doing the real experimenting. Come on, honey. You can start out by running your tongue over my balls and moving your fingers up and down my cock. Come on, just move your fingers real nice. And while you're fingering my prick I want you to suck my balls. Go to it. Yeah, really go to it. Ahhh, I love it. I love that kind of beautiful action."
Glen sighed, extending his legs, continuing to hold the gun pointing in the beautiful blonde's direction. He watched as her warm, red tongue made its first contact against the leathery surface of his ballooning testicles.
He reached down with his free hand, letting his fingers stroke the soft, silky blonde locks of Katy
Miller as her tongue continued to grind and twist as it worked against his balls. All the while her fingers obediently caressed the firm length of his fleshy cock, working up and down, pumping with supreme diligence.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS MY KIND OF ACTION," he grunted. "COME ON, HONEY. OHHH, COME ON, KEEP THAT TONGUE WORKING. YES, LET IT GO TO WORK, SWEETHEART. AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT."
All the while, he continued to remain inspired by the fervent activity that was unfolding in the middle of the bed as he observed the twisting, satiny, sweat-stained ass cheeks of the two beautiful girls as he listened to the sounds of their hotly slurping tongues as they pushed that much deeper into the matted, sodden warmth of their pubic hairs and the dampness of their hot, dilating cunts.
He knew that soon the girls would be exploding. He could tell it from the manner in which their tongues wildly collided with each other's inflamed organ as their ripely undulating ass cheeks swayed back and forth.
"OOOHHH, GET EACH OTHER OFF," he declared excitedly. "OHHH, GIRLS, THIS IS TOO MUCH. OKAY, BLONDIE, YOU CAN START SUCKING MY PRICK NOW. COME ON, EAT MY PRICK. GET EVERY DROP OF HOT JUICE OUT OF ME. I EXPECT YOU TO DO A HELL OF A JOB ON MY HOT PRICK. OHHH, YES, THIS IS GONNA BE FANTASTIC. PLAY WITH MY BALLS, SUCK MY COCK, OOOHHH, THIS IS WHAT I WANT, OHHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE T." His body squirmed with vigorous appreciativ i. This was like being in seventh heaven for him, watching the brownette and redhead as their tongues continued to move with sturdy rapidity inside the wet warmth of eaeh other's pussy. While this was happening his own cock was being enormously gratified by the quickly plunging thrusts of the beautiful Katy. Up and down her spirited tongue manipulated as it glided against the firmness of his fleshy, warm shaft. As her tongue moved with steady vigor, she reached down and grabbed hold of his warm, bloated balls, propelling him that much closer to the state of a wild and spine-tingling orgasm.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, KEEP IT GOING," he loudly declared. "THIS IS WHAT I NEED, OHHHH, SUCK ME OFF. YES, OHHHH, KEEP GRINDING WITH YOUR TONGUE. AAAHHH, THAT'S WHERE IT'S AT. OHHH, THAT'S WHERE IT'S AT."
As the sturdily pistoning tongue of the beautiful Katy Miller continued to grind against the hot warmth of his firm, erect cock, her fingers slid against the bloated warmth of his testicles. He was pushing ever closer to the state of orgasm until, finally, he could take it no longer.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, GET READY," he grunted. "COME ON, OHHH, BLONDIE, SWALLOW EVERY DROP OF IT. YES, AAAHHH, IT'S GONNA SHOOT. MY HOT PRICK IS READY TO EXPLODE. COME ON, OHHH, SWALLOW IT, OHHHH, REALLY SWALLOW IT. GO GET IT. AAAHHH, EVERY DROP OF IT. AAAHHH, YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW IT. YOU'RE GONNA SWALLOW IT GOOD."
His legs kicked back and forth with restless anxiety as he watched the first few droplets of thick, juicy sperm explode inside the wet warmth of Katy Miller's mouth. He watched her swirling tongue as it moved back and forth. She was doing her level best to capture every droplet of his exploding volcanic semen.
"OOOHHH, THOSE ARE JUST THE FIRST FEW DROPS," he gulped. "HERE I GO, OOOHHH, I'M REALLY GONNA EXPLODE. AAAHHH, OHHHH, I'M JUICING. OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, GET EVERY DROP OF IT. YES, OOOHHH, EVERY DROP, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OOOOHHH, WHAT A SUCK. AAAHHH, YOU CAN SUCK COCK, OHHHH, YOU COCK-SUCKING SORORITY SISTER, OOOHHH, EAT ME, OHHHH, EAT MY PRICK JUICE. YES, OOOHHH, EAT IT, EAT IT, EAT IT."
He grunted and gasped, his body twitching with ecstatic joy as he reached out with his bare hand and let it clutch against Katy Miller's scalp. All the while he watched as her rapidly sucking tongue collected the exploding droplets of his thick, geyserlike juice as the jissum poured voluminously from the end of his tube of warm flesh and into her hot, ready mouth.
"OOOHHH, SUCK COCK, SUCK COCK, SUCK COCK," he gulped. "OOOHHH, EAT THE STUFF. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, EAT EVERY DROP OF IT. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, THIS IS SUCKING. DAMNED, OHHHH, THIS IS FANTASTIC SUCKING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, EAT ME, EAT ME, EAT ME."
His twisting hips kept grinding back and forth as he watched the blonde beauty's rapidly twisting tongue take charge of his commanding orgasm. She swallowed every last droplet of his thick, voluminous load, after which she then released her tongue from his cock.
"Okay, you can rest for a few seconds," he laughed. "That was a job pretty well done. Not bad, not bad at all."
Meanwhile, Glen was able to focus his attentions exclusively-on the culmination of the sixty-nine action that was occurring in the middle of the bed. He listened to the thundering sounds of their beautiful bodies colliding with the bed springs as they worked their feverish tongues ever deeper into the warm, writhing dampness of each other's dilating pink cunt.
Several moments later they exploded simultaneously. They reached down and let their fingers clutch sharply against each other's writhing ass cheeks as Glen watched the escaping droplets explode into the girls' mouths.
"OOOHHH, WHAT CUNT LICKERS," he laughed. "COME ON, GIRLS. OHHH, KEEP GOING AT IT. THIS IS GREAT. THIS IS FANTASTIC. HOW I LOVE TO WATCH THIS. I TOLD YOU THAT YOU GIRLS WOULD LIKE IT. YOU SEE, YOU REALLY LEARNED SOMETHING. YOU LEARNED SOMETHING BECAUSE OF ME."
Chapter Fifteen
Just being around not one but three beautiful sorority sisters made glen feel a surge of invincibility.
He had enjoyed one fulfilling orgasm, but now he was ready for more of the same kind of action as he looked down at his cock, which had diminished in hardness slightly after his last orgasm. He stared down at his penis, then looked over at Lucy. He recalled how snippy she had been when he had asked about the prospect of getting together with her. It had been downright cruel of her to, on the one hand, talk so openly about sex, then, on the other, to turn him off so cruelly when he asked about getting together with her. Now he was prepared to teach her a lesson, to force her to become a little humbler.
"Hey, you brown-haired lovely, you come on over here," he gestured toward her.
"What do you want?" she asked fearfully.
"Looks like you had a lot of fun sucking pussy," he laughed. "It wasn't so bad after all, was it?"
"You made us do it and we did it," Lucy shrugged.
"Don't hand me that kind of cop-out talk," he snarled angrily. "I know damned well that you liked it. You both did. It was just too damned obvious. So now you're gonna get busy. You're gonna play with my cock. You're gonna get it right back up to where it was before. So come on, sweetheart, and start moving your fingers up and down it. Your beautiful little blonde sorority sister friend did a good job of it, and she did a good job of sucking me off, too. We're gonna take things one step at a time, but first off I want you to play with my prick. Come on, move your fingers up and down it. I want to feel those warm, surging fingers against my hot prick."
He watched as the beautiful brownette reached down and made a grab for the tip of his organ. The mere contact with her fingers against the flesh of his ripe cock caused his body to spasm and tremor with wild anticipation. He could see that it would take very little time at all for his prick to rise up to its full length.
"Come on, let's get going," he exclaimed impatiently. "Come on, move your fingers real nice. Up and down my long prick. Ahhh, I Mke that finger action. Come on, do it, let's do it right now."
As a means of enticing her even more, Glen reached out and, with his free hand, moved his fingers against the firmness of her ripe, saliva-dampened breasts, which her red-haired lover had done such a thorough job of bathing with her fervently pressing tongue. He held on tightly, pushing and twitching against her breasts, tweaking the warmth of her erect nipples as her fingers kept on gliding against the full length of his ever-lengthening cock.
"THAT'S THE WAY TO DO IT," he gasped appreciatively. "AHHH, COME ON, KEEP ON SLIDING YOUR FINGERS. MOVE THEM UP AND DOWN MY PRICK. AHH, I LIKE THAT. I LIKE THE WAY THEY'RE GLIDING. COME ON, OOOHHH, KEEP IT GOING, OOOHHH, THIS IS MY KIND OF ACTION. YES, OOOHHH, AAAHHH, COME ON, FASTER, FASTER, FASTER."
Glen's eyes sparkled with great excitement as he watched the brown-haired beauty work her fingers up and down his ever-lengthening, blue-veined staff. He continued to hold the gun menacingly in his hand, permitting it to serve as a fateful reminder to the beautiful captive of what might happen if she did not provide him with the ultimate in satisfaction. Up and down her grinding fingers kept on twisting, slicing against the warmth of his firm, emblazoned shaft as he was pushed into an ever greater state of passionate frenzy. He could feel the titillating waves of passionate warmth, the familiar prickly sensations in his penis, which told him that very soon he would be on the verge of a wild and tumultuous orgasm.
"Okay, you can turn loose now," he sighed gaspingly.
He watched as she released her fingers from his huge, firm organ.
"Okay, stretch out in the middle of the bed," he gestured menacingly. "Come on, you're gonna be my bitch. You're gonna be my bitch and love it." He observed an Ominous look of fear in the brown eyes of Lucy Graham. He loved the idea of being in complete command of her. No longer was there that cocky look, that supercilious expression on her face that indicated she was the mistress of any and all sexual matters. Now she was definitely his subservient captive, and he was prepared to make the most of the entire situation.
"You're my hostage, my love hostage," he laughed, "and you're gonna do exactly what I say."
As he held the gun in one hand, he watched as the beautiful Lucy lay stretched out on her back. "Stretch out on your stomach," he said. "That's the position I want you in. Come on, no more delay. Get on your stomach. Come on, climb on your stomach."
She responded quickly in the wake of his impatient tones. She sprawled out on her stomach, then, under his additional command, she extended her legs. He nodded, staring at the ripe firmness of her satiny ass cheeks. He reached down with his free hand and squeezed and pinched her left buttock until she cried out with pain.
"What a butt," he exclaimed. "Oh, damned, what shapely curves. I love your glossy white ass cheeks. Did I ever like watching them twist and squirm when you and your lover were sixty-nining. That's one of the most beautiful sights I've ever seen. I sure as hell wish that I had it recorded on camera. For posterity's sake. Oh, damned, what I couldn't do if I wanted to sell a film like that. It would play packed theaters. Two beautiful women having at each other and having a ball, even if the two of you don't want to admit it now."
His fingers pushed and pried against her ass cheeks, moving from one to the other, after which he then pushed the first three fingers of his left hand toward the tight warmth of her rubbery rectum.
He took dead aim on her sliver-like entrance to her tight anal cleft. As he let his fingers plunge and shove with rude insistence into the warmth of her asshole, she shrieked and gasped, her hips and ass cheeks twitching as she let out,a loud sob.
"OOOHHH, PLEASE, STOP IT, YOU'RE HURTING ME," she exclaimed, her lips quivering as tears of pain and frustration rolled down her cheeks.
"Cut it out," he snarled. "I don't want to hear any of this damned crying. You're acting like a baby. You're gonna find out what it's like to have somebody dominate you, to realize that you're not in command but somebody else is. I'm running this show, honey, and you damned well better learn to realize it right here and now."
His fingers moved forward once more as they pushed and plunged even tighter and deeper into the warmth of her anal passage. Glen's intruding fingers shoved into the intimate warm depths of her rectum, pushing against her sphincter as her ass cheeks clenched and unclenched. He listened to the painful gasping sounds emanating from Lucy as her writhing hips twitched as she lay helplessly on the bed, panting loudly as his plunging fingers kept on working back and forth, shoving deep inside her asshole.
"AAAHHH, THIS IS MY KIND OF ACTION," he laughed sadistically. "JUST LOOK AT THE WAY THOSE BEAUTIFUL RIPE ASS CHEEKS ARE MOVING. THEY TWITCH AND TWIST EVERY TIME THAT I PUSH MY FINGERS DEEP INSIDE YOUR ASSHOLE."
Once more he shoved his fingers deep inside the warmth of her helpless anal passage. She grimaced and closed her eyes, letting out yet another gasp of pain.
"Just stinging you a little," he laughed. "Oh, damned, what an ass. So tight. Just made to order for my fingers. Ahhh, you mean to say you don't like being finger fucked?"
"It hurts me."
"You big baby," he laughed. "Oh, damned, I love this."
Chapter Sixteen
The room was filled with the deliciously musky scent of sex as Glen's heart palpitated wildly and he prepared to launch into the most daring sensual activity that would take place that entire evening.
His quick, rotating fingers kept on grinding and thrusting as he worked them against the rubbery nether grip of her asshole. When he finally removed his fingers from Lucy's asshole, he heard her heave a sigh of relief.
"This is just the beginning," he grinned sadistically. "Honey, I'm gonna really give this butt of yours a workout."
"OOOHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE, CAN'T YOU DO SOMETHING ELSE?" she asked. "MY ASS IS ALREADY STINGING. THOSE FINGERS OF YOURS REALLY HURT."
"Quiet down now. I'm getting tired of all this complaining," he snapped peevishly.
While her sorority sisters watched, the determined man in the mask reached out with both hands and let his fingers glide sharply against the warmth of her flowing ass cheeks. He pushed sharply, pressing his fingers deep against the warmth of her flesh as she let out yet another painful gasp.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, YOU'RE PINCHING ME," she sobbed.
"You really are a complainer," Glen shook his head. "I guess you're used to having things strictly your own way with the men you fuck with. How terrible. It's ridiculous that none of them ever took the opportunity to straighten you out. Weil, I'm gonna make up for lost time. I'm gonna succeed where they apparently failed."
"Oh, please, don't do anymore," she lamented, brushing some tears from her cheeks. "I'll go down on you, just like you had Katy do. But, please, let's not have anymore of this. You're just hurting me. Do you really get kicks out of that?"
"I don't know that I get kicks out of hurting you," he shrugged. "I just get kicks out of doing forbidden things, things that I guess your boyfriends haven't been doing. What's the matter with those guys?"
"Maybe they're a little concerned about my wishes as well as their own."
"I don't really think you know what your wishes are," he told her bluntly. "I find that most women complain one minute, then lap up what you're doing the next. That's the way it is. I'll tell you something. You're gonna lap it up, too. You might not believe it now, but you are."
"Okay, whatever you say, but let's move on to something else. You're hurting me."
His fingers indented sharply against the ripe protuberance of her ass cheeks, following which he then eased off. His fingers moved smoothly and slowly as they slid against the velvety texture of her hypnotically warm globes.
"What an ass," he almost whispered. "What a glorious delectable ass."
His next move was to slide his fingers downward until they reached the smoothness of her warm thighs. He parted her thighs slightly, then let out a grunt.
"You're right in position now," he said.
Suddenly it dawned on the beautiful, brown-haired Lucy what fate she was about to endure. She hated the idea of having his hard, firm cock grinding up between her ass cheeks and into her fully exposed asshole. The thought terrified her. After all, she realized, it's something that had never happened to her before. Even though some of her more rambunctious boyfriends wanted to slam their cocks into the depths of her anal portals, she was always able to talk them out of it, even when they were high on grass or booze.
"OH, NO, PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT
THAT," she shrieked as tears began to stream down both sides of her face. "DON'T, OH, NO, I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING TO YOU. I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU. WHY DO YOU WANT TO DO THIS TO ME? WHY DO YOU WANT TO EXPOSE ME TO SUCH PAIN? TO SUCH RIDICULE. IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS."
"Quiet down now and stop feeling so sorry for yourself," Glen snapped angrily. "I'm gonna get mine and that's all there is to it. You're gonna get yours, too, and like I said earlier, you're gonna learn to like it. You might not want to agree with me on that, but in time you're gonna. So just hang on, because this is gonna be fun. Oh, damned, just look at that tight asshole. How I'm gonna cram my prick into it."
Glen Parsons gritted his teeth, looked down at his firm, blue-veined member, then proceeded to shove it forward with one crisp, intruding forward stab.
He let it sink into the innermost depths of the brown-haired beauty's virginal asshole. He detonated her with a sharp, steady forward thrust as his steaming penis shoved against her sphincter, causing her to cry out with pain as she felt the burning sensations of his steaming cock thundering against her unprotected anal sheath.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE, STOP, STOP," she shrieked loudly. "OOOHH, YOU BASTARD, OHHH, YOU BASTARD, YOU'RE HURTING ME, OOOHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME, HURTING ME, HURTING ME."
"Look, why don't you at least ease off," a concerned Dora called out.
Glen pointed his phony hand gun in the direction of Dora.
"If I want to hear something from either of you two, I'll ask," he said. "Is that understood?"
"Okay, okay," Dora fearfully cringed, afraid that she was about to get shot.
"We're just concerned about our friend," Katy tried to explain.
"The less I hear from you two, the better," he grunted. "I'm too busy having fun here."
His sturdy cock rode into her a second time like a plundering axe handle as it slashed between her rapidly twisting ass cheeks and into the tighter inner depths of her anus. She instinctively wiggled and twisted her buttocks, which only served to aid Glen in his pursuit that much more as his hard, sharply pistoning cock ground and slashed into the sweltering depths of her anal region.
"OOOHHH, DAMNED, WHAT AN ASS FUCK," he gulped. "OOOHHH, OOOHHH, THE WAY YOU WIGGLE YOUR BUTT. WHAT A GORGEOUS SET OF ASS CHEEKS. AHHH, WHAT A TIGHT ASS. I BELIEVE IT. IT HASN'T BEEN FUCKED BEFORE/THAT'S SO GREAT. OOOHHH, OHHH, HOW I LOVE IT. HOW I LOVE SLAMMING MY HARD COCK INSIDE YOU. HOW I LOVE PLUNDERING YOU WITH IT."
His hard, insistently hammering penis kept on grinding as it worked its way ever deeper into the tight warmth of her asshole. He slammed his cock unrestrainedly into her anal ring, and as he did his bloated testicles lewdly thudded against the warmth of her writhing ass cheeks.
He loved the tight nether grip of her ass as he slammed his stampeding cock against the rubbery clasp of her rectum. His fingers clutched tightly, more tightly than ever, as they pushed and shoved against her perspiration-stained buttocks.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, WHAT A FUCK," he grunted.
"OHHH, YOU'RE TEARING ME APART, YOU'RE SPLITTING ME WITH YOUR COCK," she sobbed hysterically as tears gushed down her cheeks. "PLEASE, OOOHHH, STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT."
Even though she was crying deliriously, the brown-haired beauty could not help but recognize that there was a sudden transformation coming over her. Even though she hated to admit that she could enjoy something so tawdry and forbidden as the intrusion of her anal region by a masked intruder wielding a gun, none the less she could see that that was happening. The burning fires that reigned in her tightly clasping anal sheath were accompanied by quivering sensations throughout the rest of her body, the same kinds of prickly, joyous sensations that accompanied sex with somebody she liked. Her clitoris quivered with unabounded ecstasy as he kept on riding her hard and fast, pumping and slashing with his sharply bludgeoning prick as her two lovely sorority sisters were forced to look on helplessly, unable to stop what was taking place, unable to even get this panting madman to listen to them.
The grunting sounds emanating from the ram-
paging Glen Parsons became louder as time elapsed. His fingers pushed tightly against her crisp, rapidly writhing ass cheeks as he ground hard with his stinging prick, letting it slam deep into the rubbery grip of her rectum as he pushed that much nearer toward the state of a wild and glorious climax.
Several times Glen eased off his pace, lessening the ferocity with which he attacked her, slowing down his thundering activity so that he would be able to make the activity last that much longer. But all the while he enjoyed every sharply intruding thrust as he pushed his tightly catapulting cock into the burning depths of her fiery anus. He liked the incredible tightness of her rapidly writhing butt, and as he kept on hammering, he felt the quivering waves of sensation in his cock and balls, assuring him of an imminent climax.
Several more times his leathery testicles thudded against the ripeness of her exquisite ass cheeks as his burning cock kept disappearing into the tight, ravaged grip of her asshole.
Lucy recognized that she was crying no longer. As a matter of fact, what was happening was that her emotions were completely taking over, dominating her to the ultimate extent. Rather than resisting what was happening, her buttocks were clenching and unclenching dramatically, and every now and then she would shove her ass back in that direction of her rampaging intruder's cock so that they would meet head-on. Despite the pain that she felt from his hard, sharply projecting stabs, she still felt a tremendous sense of enjoyment over what was happening to her as he slammed his sharply piercing cock deep inside her anus.
"OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN HOLD OUT," he grunted. "OOOHHH, AAAHHH, WHAT A FUCK. DAMNED, OOOHHH, WHAT SCREWING. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, I'M ABOUT TO JUICE. OH, YES, OHHH, AAAHHH, I'M GONNA SHOOT, SHOOT, SHOOT INSIDE YOUR ASSHOLE. OOOHHH, WHAT A FEELING, WHAT A FEELING, WHAT A FEELING."
This time the heavily panting Glen let his fingers reach down and grab hold of the exquisite, brown-haired beauty's perfectly contoured legs. He held onto the warmth of her searing, throbbing thighs, and all the while his steaming cock kept on penetrating her ass as he pushed his way that much nearer to the moment of a dramatic climax.
"OOOHHH, GET SET, GET SET 'CAUSE I'M GONNA EXPLODE," he grunted.
Several hard, jackknifing thrusts later, the escaping droplets of his thundering orgasmic flood tide began to explode from the end of his hard, rubbery shaft.
The beautiful Lucy made an instant adjustment. She shoved her buttocks back and forth, letting them clench and unclench more rapidly than before as she felt the soothing, boiling cauldron of ecstatic juice that sprayed inside her ravaged ass.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, FUCK BACK, FUCK BACK," Glen exlaimed. "OHHHH, AAAHHH, I'M JUICING. YES, OHHH, IT'S ALL SHOOTING OUT OF ME. OOOHHH, WHAT AN INCREDIBLE FEELING, OOOHHH, WHAT A WILD, WONDERFUL FEELING. OOOHHH, OOOHHH, IT FEELS SO GOOD, OOOOH, YES, SO VERY GOOD. OOOHHH, IT'S SPRAYING, AAAHHH, TTS GREAT, GREAT, OOOHHH, I LOVE IT."
His trembling body moved with greater rapidity and determination than ever as he watched the continuously escaping thick, white droplets of his fiery sperm as they catapulted from the tip of his hard, firm spear. After the final few droplets of steaming, white juice escaped from his cock, he released his prick from the ravaged Lucy's asshole.
Lucy winced momentarily as she once again felt waves of pain from the act of ravishment to which her asshole had been subjected.
"Tell me I didn't dominate you," he laughed, patting her playfully on the left ass cheek.
Lucy was speechless. She merely shook her head, then stretched out on her back, lying off to the side of the bed in a daze.
Glen looked down at his cock. He was amazed over the fact that it had gone down very little. The stimulating enjoyment of fucking Lucy's virginal ass had brought him to a state of ravenous ecstasy that he had never before encountered in his entire life. He reached down with his free hand and moved his fingers up and down his cock, which responded to his quick, thrusting finger strokes. Soon his rangy penis was standing at attention, virtually as hard as it had been only seconds earlier, just prior to the time that he had unloaded the thick, white droplets of stirring cream from the end of his prick.
"Just take a look at that cock," he looked over at the lovely red-haired Dora and smiled. "Come on over here. I want you to finger it."
A look of fear dominated Dora's eyes, but she knew that, just as her beautiful friend Lucy could not resist this madman, neither could she. After all, he continued to hold that menacing gun, and he had told them earlier that Lucy was his hostage and that if anything happened she would go first. Certainly Dora owed it to her friend, just as Katy also did, to do all in her power to see to it that she was not harmed by this sadistic, brutal man who wanted everything his own way.
Her trembling fingers reached out and grabbed hold of his thick, blue-veined cock. Up and down her fingers pumped as they worked against his fleshy tool.
"Reach down and play with my balls," he grunted a loud command. "Come on, really play with my nuts. Move your fingers back and forth. Ahhh, I love this kind of action. Come on, we're gonna enjoy it. We're gonna really love it."
She winced, turning her head away for several moments, unable to watch the spectacle in which she was taking part. How she hated this terribly brutal man who had subjected poor Lucy to such a savage, sexual pummeling.
All the same, she continued to obey his every command, letting her fingers grind against the warmth of his ever-expanding testicles. Soon he was up to the point where he had intended to be, and was able to think about moving on to the next; phase of the activity. J
"Okay, red, you can turn loose of my balls now," he laughed. "Oh, damned, you did a good job of fingering me. Okay, just get down there spread-eagled on your hands and knees. That's where I want you. Just like your friend Lucy a few minutes before."
"Oh, no, I hope . . .1 hope you're not gonna do anything like that," she gulped, her face turning, white.
"Come on now," he grunted impatiently. "I'm" telling you to do something. Not asking you, honey, but telling you. And I've got me the weapon to back it up."
He pointed the gun menacingly toward her. Katy flinched, almost fainting on the spot. She broke out in a tense sweat, but knew that she couldn't do anything to buck this man, not when he was that insistent. Her trembling body finally managed to obey the command that she was directing to it as she got down on her hands and knees in spread-eagle fashion.
"Just part those beautiful legs a little more," he laughed.
Glen Parsons licked his lips with unadulterated delight as he watched the shapely, red-haired beauty part her legs and provide him with an unencumbered view of the ripeness of her firm, silky ass cheeks and the tight, forbidden cleft that rested between them.
His body tensed as he pushed his hard, thundering cock forward.
"OOOHHH, AM I EVER GONNA FUCK IT," he grunted. "I'M SO HORNY THAT I CAN'T EVEN WAIT. OH, NO, I'M GONNA SCREW YOUR ASS. I'M GONNA SCREW IT GOOD AND HARD."
"OHHH, PLEASE, PLEASE, AT LEAST TRY AND BE GENTLE," she begged. "I'VE NEVER HAD A COCK UP THERE BEFORE. HONESTLY I HAVEN'T."
"Then you're gonna find out what you've been missing," he laughed. "How terrible. What a terrible thought. I mean, a gal with an ass as beautiful as yours, and you've never even had a guy shove his prick up to it before. Okay, we're gonna take care of all that. We're gonna take care of it right now."
He reached out and directed a crisp slap to her left ass cheek, which caused her to wince. Tears of pain and frustration surfaced in her eyes as he pushed his throbbing tool forward, letting it sink with rapturous delight in the rubbery depths of her cringing ass.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, IT HURTS, OOOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME, OOHHH, YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME," she sobbed bitterly. "OH, PLEASE, OHHH, LET UP, OHHHH, LET UP, AT LEAST A LITTLE. OOOHHH, YOU'RE HURTING ME, OOOHHH, YOUR COCK'S PLUNGING SO HARD. OOOHHH, AAAHHH, OOOHHH."
He smiled with lascivious delight, continuing to grind his sharp, burning tool as it projected stiffly into the ravaged depths of her thoroughly dominated asshole. Her hips and buttocks cringed and twisted as he kept on slamming his rampaging tool forward, letting it land with bruising delight as it pushed and shoved into the tight inner depths 61 her anus.
Every now and then the frenzied Glen would reach out and deliver a swift, delightful slap to her ass cheeks, which only caused her to cringe that much more as her ass cheeks sensuously wiggled, instinctively responding to his swift, intruding stabs.
The tears gushed down her cheeks for several minutes, after which, amazingly enough, a period of calm surfaced. The red-haired beauty could hardly believe what was coming over her as she found herself actually adjusting to the swift, axe-handle thrusts of his marauding cock which continued to bury itself in the tight, clasping depths of her anal lips.
Her ass muscles clenched tightly as she provided him with the best possible fuck. Her incredibly tight, hot, twisting hole caused him to feel ecstatic waves of joy as his balls ballooned as they pushed against her flowing ass cheeks.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, YOU CAN'T BEAT THIS," he grunted. "OOOHHH, OHHH, WHAT A FUCK, OOOHHH, DAMNED, IT'S FANTASTIC. COME ON, JUST KEEP WIGGLING THAT HOT BUTT, HONEY. OOOHHH, OOHHH, AAAHHH, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT, I LOVE IT.".
The crisp action continued as he kept on penetrating her with his sharp, darting thrusts. Several strokes later he could feel the burning waves of titillation in his leathery testicles, which informed him of just how close he was to the moment of a torrential downpour, when the thunder-ling droplets of his thick white sperm would cascade from the towering end of his tube-like flesh.
He hammered hard, pushing and thrusting, and then, finally, he could hold out no more.
"OOOHHH, AAAAHHH, OHHHH, I'M GOING, GOING, GOING, GOING, GOOOIIN-NGG," he grunted, his ass cheeks writhing as he watched the unfolding pyrotechnics taking place. The thick, burning drops of penis fluid splashed into her writhing ass as he watched the delightful activity that was taking place.
The cascading juices continued to spray. He loved watching the thick jissum exploding emphatically into the tight, inner reaches of her asshole. There was so much of it that it quickly flooded her tight anal sheath and rolled down her firm, white ass globes, which twisted resiliency as he kept on slamming with his steaming cock, enjoying every last pile-driving movement as the thundering juices exploded from his organ.
"OOOHHH, OOOHHH, KEEP MOVING YOUR ASS," he exclaimed. "AAAHHH, OHHH, HOW I LOVE THIS. OOHHH, WHAT FUCKING, WHAT FUCKING, WHAT FUCKING."
He continued to plunder her, hammering away with insistent, sharp penis thrusts until, finally, he released his burning cock from her asshole.
"That was great," he laughed. "You "know, I think I'll take a little bit of a rest for awhile. After all, I've sure been juicing. I think I'll get turned on watching two of you girls. This time I think I'll pair off the blonde and the brownette. That would be great."
Lucy and Katy stared at each other. They recognized that this sensual madman was not about to bring down the curtain on the wild, lust-filling evening, in spite of how much pleasure he had already received.
"You certainly are a glutton for sex," Lucy said, more as a startled exclamation than a complaint.
"You're damned right," he laughed. "It's great taking on three such lovely sorority sisters. Oh, damned, I'm having the time of my life." f
Glen thoroughly dominated the proceedings? directing every single facet of the activity that unfolded until, finally, he left a few minutes past three.
His bedraggled body barely made it to the door, and as he turned around and grinned, he observed all three girls lying stretched out on the bed. They were as helpless as new-born babies, and two of them were already asleep. Lucy, the only one that remained awake, was barely able to shake her head as he left. He could see that moments later she, too, would be sound asleep.
"Sweet dreams, girls," he waved, grinning as he left the bedroom, after which he moved quickly down the stairs and out into the darkness of early morning.
Chapter Seventeen
Several mornings later, when Glen Parsons was fast asleep in the darkness of his bedroom, he felt something cold and metallic brushing up against his forehead.
He opened his eyes and gasped as he observed the point of a gun shoving against his forehead, which caused his lips to quiver as he broke into arf immediate tense sweat. ^
"What the hell's . . . going on here?" he barely managed to gasp.
He could see in the darkness of the room that there were not one but five young women standing there, all of whom were looking at him menacingly. The one he was most concerned about, however, was a somber-appearing Nancy Lewis, who held the gun pushed against his head.
"Oh, no, Nancy, what the hell's gotten into you?" he asked.
"I was just wondering the same thing," Nancy replied calmly.
"Yes, we all are," Mary Owens said.
There they were, Mary Owens, Nancy Lewis, and the three sorority sisters that he had humped all in one evening, Lucy Graham, Dora Kent, and Katy Miller. He could scarcely believe what was happening to him. At first he tried to tell himself that it had to be another one of those nightmares that he had been experiencing so frequently as of late, but no, this was no nightmare. There definitely was the cold metal pushing against his forehead. That was no dream. It was reality.
"I don't understand, I don't understand anything," he said. "What do you girls want with me? I'm just a flunky little orderly at the Medical Center. I give you girls birth control pills so you can go out and have fun with your boyfriends without fear of pregnancy. So what do you want with me?"
"You're not levelling with us, dear," Nancy said. "You see, even though we were all embarrassed at first, so embarrassed we couldn't even talk about what had happened to us, we finally did start talking. Sorority sisters can be very close, you know. Well, the more we started talking, the easier it was to piece things together. There was just one common thread, just one person that we could think of who could have done this to us. Not only that, but the build seemed to be about the same. Yes, the voice was a little different, but once that we started talking about it, we realized that you'd just disguised it a little. So we decided to give you a dose of your own medicine. How do you like having a gun pointing in your direction?"
"Yeah, how do you like it?" Lucy Graham exclaimed. "To think that you'd do what you did to us. Well, now you're getting a dose of your own medicine."
"I've gotta tell you something, girls," Glen gulped. "Honestly, that was no real gun. It wasn't. As a matter of fact, I can prove it to you. It's right over there in that drawer. Open it up and see for yourselves."
Katy Miller was standing closest to the drawer. She stared at it, a perplexed expression on her face. Lucy Graham was standing only a few feet away.
"Go ahead, Katy," Lucy nodded. "Let's have a look."
As Katy opened the drawer, she immediately came upon the black stocking mask, which she held up angrily in her left hand.
"The beast, just look at this," she said.
She threw the mask down in a huff, then picked up the phony hand gun.
"Go ahead, pull the trigger," he said, "You'll see that it's not real at all. I just had to use that to intimidate you girls. Otherwise I couldn't have gotten you to have sex with me."
Sure enough. Katy pulled the trigger and discovered that it was indeed a fake gun. The girls looked at each other for several long moments of silence. Glen Parsons winced. He was afraid that perhaps Nancy Lewis would actually shoot him.
Suddenly all five of the girls burst into laughter. Nancy Lewis withdrew the revolver from Glen Parsons's forehead, upon which he let out a loud sigh of relief.
"We just had to make you pay for it," Nancy said. "All right, so you did use a fake gun. You sure did give us a workout, though. As a matter of fact, that's what we couldn't get over. We kept going back over the same old ground, reliving every bit of the sex that we had,"
"As a matter of fact, I don't even think about that guy anymore that I was so hung up on," Mary Owens said. "Here he was shacked up with some good looking blonde divorcee in a beautiful Clearwater condominium. I used to cry myself to sleep at nights just thinking about him. Now I keep thinking back to the way you handled me."
"You mean to say you girls aren't angry anymore?" he looked at them with disbelief.
"Hell, no," Katy exclaimed. "As a matter of fact, we're pretty damned horny. Do you think that you could bring yourself to take on all five of us?"
"You're damned right I could," he gulped hard.
"Just one thing," Lucy Graham said. "You know, we could have prosecuted you for rape. The tbig reason why we didn't was we realized that we -just happened to enjoy it. But don't ever pull anything like that again. Not on us or anybody else. This is just something we'll hold over you, darling. We don't like to think of it as blackmail, but we're determined to see that you don't pull this on anybody else. Not even us. Once is enough. You scared the hell out of us."
"I couldn't ever bring myself to do what I did before again," Glen shook his head. "I learned my lesson. I haven't had a good night's sleep since. As a matter of fact, when you woke me up I thought that I was in the middle of a nightmare. By the way, how did you girls get in?"
"Your bathroom window was unlocked," Dora exclaimed.
"It looks as if you girls violated the law, too," Glen said.
"But certainly not in the same way that you did," Dora told him.
"You're right. You know, I've already paid the price and I'd have to pay a bigger one if you girls ever blew the whistle on me," Glen said. "All I know is that that phase of my life is over. But I sure would like to be able to provide you sorority sisters with the thrills you need."
"That's all we wanted to hear," Lucy Graham exclaimed as she began to remove her dress.
