"Who are you?" the stunning, albeit somewhat plump, brunette asked, staring into the darkness as she sat up in bed.
Her long, black hair cascaded about her naked white shoulders like a dark waterfall. Her slightly round face with the wide eyes and the tiny nose, now devoid of the glasses she wore during the day, was extremely attractive. She was one of those women who looked good without makeup, and even if she wasn't the kind whose face appeared in photo magazines, she was more than pretty.
There was no answer. All she heard was the desperate breathing of the intruder. It seemed to blend with her own. The silence was becoming unbearable.
"For the love of heaven, who are you and what are you doing h-here?" she stuttered, trying to fight the hysteria that was slowly creeping over her.
At last the stranger in the darkness moved. His hands reached out and tightly gripped her wrist as he approached the bed. His other hand stretched out to the little table beside the bed and instantly found the switch to the lamp with the pretty pink shade. Everything in Irene Norris's room, including the wooden headboard on her bed, was a girlish pink.
The instant the light went on, she recognized the intruder and she was stunned.
"Dr. Kass! You!" she gasped, her eyes wide with utter astonishment.
Dr. Albert S. Kass, teacher of biology at the local high school where Irene worked as a librarian was the dream man almost ALL women in the high school were crazy for. To begin with, he was a bachelor, which meant he WAS available. But he was supposed to be such a quiet, shy man, with his sleepy eyes. He had a high forehead, which at his age, somewhere in the late thirties, was distinguished. He was starting to lose a little hair on top, as well, but it didn't affect his good looks in the least. He had a small, thin mustache, and if he wasn't a giant in stature-he was five-feet-seven inches in height-but he was a giant in his field. He had once been an eminent college professor, but had gotten into too many altercations with various deans concerning his teaching methods, and so had come to the small Midwestern town as a high school teacher where his salary was almost twice what it had been as a college instructor. He was not only the head of the school bio department, but was considered the authority to be consulted by any and all other high school and college biology instructors in the entire state.
"What are you doing in my bedroom at this time of night. Dr. Kass?" she gasped, her eyes opening wide in astonishment.
Irene forgot she was now exposed to the waist as the covers over her had fallen away. Now she became aware of the man's feverishly burning eyes as they stared hungrily at her quiveringly bare breasts. She had, well-shaped breasts that had not started to sag because of the bust exercises she did every day. They were cone-shaped, with large, tan areolae, the nipples two dots in the center staring at him like two lusty brown eyes.
Abruptly she yanked her covers up to her neck, for the moment curiously unafraid of the man who had intruded into her bedroom at one-o'clock in the morning.
"HOW were you able to get in here?" she demanded. "Just WHY did you come here?"
The man continued staring at her, his handsome face flushed as if there was the possibility he had been drinking. This seemed so incredible. What made him come here, to HER?
The vibrantly handsome man stared with glazed eyes, his mouth watering as he leered at the frightened divorcee, almost as if he hadn't heard her.
"What are you, a PRETTY woman, doing, sleeping alone?" he asked.
"I-I'm divorced," she gasped. "You KNOW that. EVERYONE in school knows that. M-my husband claimed I was sexually too demanding and insisted on his freedom."
This was ridiculous. Here she was freely confessing the REAL reason for her divorce to a man she had never really spoken to, before. Other than her husband and herself, no one knew the real reason for the divorce, a parting which had imposed a horrible celibacy on Irene. Her husband had taught her how wonderful sex was, and her body craved satisfaction every night, but he was unable to keep up with her demands. Now she had no one, hadn't had anyone for more than a year, and as a result was going insane with the need for sex. Being a properly brought-up lady, it had never occurred to her to sleep with a man to whom she wasn't married, though her initial sight of Dr. Kass had put some kind of romantic notion in her head.
Suddenly, without warning, he reached over and roughly yanked away Irene's cover, leaving the librarian completely naked and totally defenseless to his licentiously hungry stare.
She was completely astonished at the mask of pure animal lust that had completely contorted the biology professor's otherwise handsome face. It totally changed his appearance, making him look like some lascivious high school student on the make. But much worse than that, the man's total animal lusts created the appearance of an infinitely cruel man, as if he were some kind of pitiless monster who was going to rend her limb from limb, and the terrified librarian felt a piercing quiver of terror and fear. Oblivious for the present to the shameful nakedness he was staring at, her eyes dropped to the gleaming steel of the small scalpel he held firmly in his left hand. A scalpel? What was a biology teacher doing with a scalpel? WHAT ON EARTH DID HE INTEND DOING TO HER? This was what caused her to tremble.
The biology teacher was still gaping with a half-open mouth at her shuddering torso, his eyes staring at her tenderly sensitive white flesh, watching the way her firm breasts quivered.
"J-just what d-do you w-want?" she finally managed to gasp out, her voice sounding rather feeble as her heart churned wildly.
The man appeared to be almost insane as he stood there, standing directly above her. Heavens! There was no telling just exactly what he might do, and she realized she was totally helpless, completely powerless to defend herself. She was living in a boarding house where the rules were very strict. Her screams might attract people, but her landlady was the type who would believe the worst of her and not only throw her out, but gossip about her behavior all over the small town. She would lose her job and have to move elsewhere.
"So your husband divorced you because you were too sexually demanding, eh?" the teacher leered. "Well what do you know. Living in this dump it's obvious you haven't been getting any biological satisfaction. Well now, as a biology teacher it's up to me to rectify the situation."
"Y-you're drunk!" she gasped.
"Maybe, but I'm also horny, and I've decided to take it out on you."
"B-but why this way?" she asked.
"Oh come on. You aren't stupid. You're a stiff-necked prude who definitely doesn't believe in giving her body to any unmarried man. Everyone here knows that."
"Stiff-necked prude? Why how dare you. Dr. Kass. I'm a decent woman who simply won't jump into bed with a man who is not legally married to me..."
"Oh bullshit!" he snapped, cutting her off. "Had I approached you openly, in front of everyone, and then made a pass at you later, when we were alone, you'd have been able to report me. This way, no one knows I'm here. Who's going to believe you?"
"B-but this is wrong?" she gasped. "You KNOW it."
"Do I? If you think it's so wrong, then why is it you have all those romance magazines hidden away in your closet? At the library, with a large volume of Plato to hide behind, you still read all kinds of erotic literature, because deep down you have a DESIRE to be screwed, and YOU know it. You read about single women being fucked all the time."
"Professor Kass!" she gasped.
"Yes, FUCKED! That's the word, and it lurks at the back of your mind. You're just ACHING to say that word, aren't you. You'd love to go into one of those little bookstores and pick up a Valerie Hart or Rita James book, wouldn't you, but you haven't got the courage to buy those, so instead you pick up all the cheap lust magazines on the open newsstands and read your own desires and feelings into them. Don't bother denying it, Mrs. Norris. You see, I know everything there is to know about you."
Kass grinned widely at her, his eyes flicking hungrily over her whitely naked body.
"Wh-what are you planning to do?" she asked, but that was a foolish question. The librarian already knew what was on the man's mind. She knew it without a shadow of a doubt as the salacious biology professor continued leering widely at her. The fact was, she had known it from the very beginning, from the moment she had been aware of who he was, but she hadn't had the courage to admit it to herself, until now.
Kass was rumored to be quite a romeo. He dated frequently, but never went out with women from the school. He had once said something kiddingly to a fellow teacher that Irene had unwittingly overheard about not eating where one defecates.
"You know what I'm planning to do," he told her. "I'm going to do precisely what you want me to do, even though you'll vocally deny it I'm going to give you the satisfaction you've been seeking for more than a year."
"No!" she insisted. "This is wrong. If you come near me I'll scream."
"Go on! Scream! No one in this entire house will hear you. I know about your landlady's FIXATION for cocoa before she goes to sleep so I added some harmless sleeping pills to the cocoa and she and all the other boarders will sleep quietly through the night You see, I know too, you're the one boarder who doesn't care for cocoa. I told you, Irene. I know everything about you that there is to know. When I say everything, I mean, everything. I know more about you than you know about yourself, because I know all the things you won't admit to yourself."
The worried brunette librarian decided to try a new tactic.
"Dr. Kass, surely we can work this out in a sane, civilized manner. Let me suggest that you leave here right now. Go out the way you came in, WHATEVER way that was. Then you and I can discuss this at school, tomorrow morning."
The instant the words were out of her mouth Irene knew that they sounded stilted, strained, and somewhat ridiculous. Here she was, naked, a scalpel being pointed at her, and it really just wasn't the right moment to try and out-psych the man. The look flitting across the doctor's face made her realize precisely how foolish she was.
He knew about her magazines. He knew about her secret, most innermost desires. But, how did he KNOW these things?
"Don't say anything else, Mrs. Norris," the handsome biology teacher warned, his face flushed and angry. "Please, remain silent or you might have cause to regret it."
For some strange reason Irene thought she actually felt the pounding of the man's heart. She was aware of a tremendous surge of excitement in him, and hardly believed the man was in her bedroom, her own private room. His eyes felt as if they were burning coals touching her skin as they stared at her lovely body. She had the feeling he had been aching to look at her breasts for the longest time now, not to mention her vagina. Well, she was his prisoner, so to speak, and it was obvious there was no way for her to resist without being harmed.
Still, how had he gotten into the boarding house? It was a complete mystery to Irene. All the downstairs windows were wired to a. loud alarm. This was not only to prevent burglars from sneaking in, but to prevent boarders from sneaking out after curfew. Mrs. Sloan, the woman who ran the boarding house, was positively Victorian in her outlook. She was a fanatic about protecting what was hers, including a body the most inebriated man who was totally blind wouldn't have wanted. Whenever Irene encountered her, she ALMOST wished she was a loose woman, if only to make certain of not ending up like Mrs. Sloan.
"T-tell me," she gasped. "How did you get in?"
"You know," he replied. "You know BETTER than anyone."
"I DON'T know," she gasped. "I HONESTLY don't know. I haven't the least little idea how you managed it."
"That's the most untrue statement you've ever made, Irene," he told her. "When you really want to know, it will come to you."
"A-are you going to hurt me?" she asked.
"Do you want me to hurt you?" he smiled strangely.
"Good Lord, no! Please, no!"
"Then obviously, I'm NOT GOING to hurt you," he assured her, and smiled, and for a moment he looked like the teacher from school again, his face almost placidly calm. "However, I will, as the old-timers used to say, have my way with you, and you realize nothing and no one on earth will stop me."
"But why ME? Why not someone else?"
"Now that's another foolish question," he said, laughing out loud, not even trying to whisper. "It's you because you're the one who wants me the most. I told you, I know these things."
"But how?" she gasped. "How in God's name do you know these things?"
"I'm going to put this scalpel away," he replied. "However, it WOULD BE WISE if you didn't struggle or fight me. You see a struggle would mean that DEEP DOWN you want to be hurt ... to be punished for this, and in spite of your middle-class upbringing, but really, you don't WANT to be punished. The time has come for you to open your mind up and accept the way things are. His soft, albeit precise tones had the terrified librarian petrified, not so much because of his implications, but because once again he was voicing things her subconscious had said to her again and again.
Dear heaven! He was like some prophet of doom! This was all so ridiculous. She didn't doubt for an instant that he would indeed carry out his threat to hurt her if she resisted or screamed.
Her eyes widened as he stood a little taller and suddenly began removing his clothing. OH! NO!
Tears began welling up in the lovely brunette's eyes. Why? Why was this happening to her of all people? This was all so unbelievably incredible, like that last story she had read before falling asleep of a young heroine being raped again and again by an unknown assailant who eventually turned out to be her husband-which of course made it all right in the end. That man had known all about the woman too, just as this man did, only Irene knew this man, and knew he wasn't her husband-or ex-husband, who had been only to glad to get away from her. What was there about her that aroused the savagery in men, or at least in this particular man she had idolized from afar.
Against her will she allowed her eyes to travel down the length of the man's slender body. He had a lot of hair on his chest-something her husband had never had. Then her eyes came to rest on the hardened length of his massive penis. It was huge like the immense monster cock her former husband had sported. She remembered how it had initially caused her so much pain when entering her, and then all the wonderful pleasures it had brought about, afterward. This penis, the one attached to Dr. Albert Kass, looked similar to her husband's, right down to the mottled purple head. Even his pelvic curls, a light brown, looked much like her husband's. Oh heaven help her! She didn't think she'd be able to put up with all this much longer. Was she simply to lie there and allow this man to rape her in the cruelly humiliating manner? She'd have to do something, and quickly.
But she didn't, because at that moment the man moved toward her, leaping toward her like an anxious boy, his surprisingly strong arms pinning her back against the bed. His lips sought and found her own, and without hesitation pressed against them, letting her feel such bruising hardness he was pushing her lips into her own teeth, cutting them. After a few moments his tongue began probing into the depths of her warm, wet mouth, instantly managing to stab its way between her teeth and then swirl around inside, dipping and dancing in an obscene and unquestionably experienced way. Irene closed her eyes very tightly, trying to will her body into numbness. She hoped she would be able to bear up under this terrible ordeal she was about to undergo. She sensed the slim length of his anxious body pressing very vibrantly into hers as he continued urging the sword of his long, solid penis anxiously against the tenderly soft flesh of her inner thighs.
I MUST BE GOING CRAZY! she thought. I LIKE THIS! I ACTUALLY LIKE THIS! I HAVE
TO FIND THE WILL TO RESIST, SOMEHOW.
She lay there, totally inert, wishing so fervently not to feel anything, that for a short while she thought her prayers were being answered as her body was seemingly inundated with an unfeeling weightiness. The man's powerful hands began squeezing her full breasts very roughly, his fingers continually rubbing and tweaking and pulling at her nipples, almost hurting them. Suddenly he tugged his hungrily kissing mouth from her and lowered his head to the sensitive swells of her bobbling breasts. She had to bite her lip to keep from gasping out loud as she felt thrilling sensations totally override the numbness infusing her lovely body. He was gently nibbling with his teeth, biting her nipples, but instead of hurt there was pleasure. She knew he was leaving deep red marks on her tan nipples-marks that would remain for twelve to twenty-four hours.
"You know, you're a real dummy," Albert Kass said to her. "You're wasting away as a librarian."
"What should I be; a WHORE?" she gasped.
"You would enjoy life a lot more as a whore than as a librarian, and you know I'm right You're beautiful when you're like this. But you hide your stodgy self in that damned library wearing glasses, with your hair done in a bun, like some female superhero trying to disguise herself ... pardon me, super-heroine. These breasts are magnificent, yet you keep them hidden with a terrible bra that all but flattens them out!" he exclaimed, continuing to hungrily suck and bite on them, apparently not even noticing the way she was writhing underneath, feeling the torment of delight, trying to invoke the help of some deity to at least not allow her to feel anything. She was more and more aware of his blood-filled penis, solidly hard, the head continually expanding and contracting with each passing second, feeling more and more rubbery and resilient It rubbed teasingly against her outer labia now as well as against the delicate flesh of her chunky inner thigh, and she felt drops of oily moisture seeping prematurely out from the slit in the tip of the glans.
"Spread those lovely legs a little wider," he insisted. "I'm dying to fuck you, and what's more, you're dying to be fucked by me."
The lovely brunette stiffened, outwardly repulsed by the man's usage of such vile language. Please! Please! Please! Don't let this happen to her. This was a sin, against every decent thing she had ever been taught. She didn't think she would be able to go through with it. Such a sin was a mark on her soul and that was something that would never be erased.
"Please ... Dr. Kass ... stop this now ... stop before you do irreparable damage and it's too late. I promise ... I REALLY promise I won't say a thing if you stop right now."
The teacher stared at her with an amused look on his face, his fingers digging into her soft shoulders like condor's claws.
"Dear lady," he whispered. "Rest assured you aren't going to say anything, anyway. If you do, who will believe you? The best thing that will happen is that no one believes you. The worst thing is that you'll fall into disgrace and be fired and be forced to look for work elsewhere." As he spoke there was a feral glitter in his eye which let her know he did indeed know everything she was thinking. This caused a shudder of terror to course through the hapless brunette librarian. If he was able to get into this virtually burglarproof house, he would be able to get into any place, and she had the feeling if he looked for her he would find her no matter where she went. She wouldn't be safe from him no matter where she went. What astonished her even more was the flickering thought that she didn't want to be safe from him.
She stared up at him again, fear filling the bright roundness of her lovely brown eyes. His face was so close to hers she felt heated gusts of breath on her cheeks. There was such a look of totally wanton animal desire and unadulterated lust in his vulpine features that she shrank from it, suddenly feeling all inner resistance draining completely from her immobile body.
DEAR GOD! THERE'S ABSOLUTELY NOTHING I CAN DO! she sobbingly thought to herself. Terror and fear made her numb, and she found herself unable to gather her errant thoughts. She was totally incapable of organizing her body into rebelling in any way.
She looked into his eyes again, seeming the smile of triumph in them, as if her helplessness infused him with an new and overpowering sense of masculinity. Now he really had her where he wanted her. He knew it She knew it Yet it seemed all the more incredible, since in school he had given no indication of ever having noticed her. Now, out of the clear blue sky he was here, in her bedroom, about to rape her. The look of self-confidence on his face broadened, and now totally sure of himself, he hissed very sharply to her, "Reach down and take hold of my cock!"
The lovely brunette gasped aloud, her entire physical being stiffening with horrified repulsion. Her eyes widened with protest, and his own look told her her protest was noted and thrown aside. She tried to sound out the objecting words in her brain, but was unable to speak. Instead, she sensed the throbbing hardness of his penis rubbing back and forth against the outer lips of her vagina, and she felt as if all the breath had been completely knocked out of her body. actually pushed out by his weight pressing down on her. She was gasping, yet didn't dare wheeze out loud, for fear the sound would offend him and he might do something more horrible to her.
Unable to bear it any longer, she whimpered one more time, "please. Dr. Kass...."
"That is exactly what I intend doing," he told her. "I intend to please. . . you ... completely."
"Ohhhhhh n-o-o-o-o-o-o-o...." she shuddered.
"Come on, honey. Reach down and grab my penis. . . my cock ... my prick ... my dong ... my prong ... my dick ... my beef roll...."
The words were vile, horrible disgusting sounds in her ears, and yet they inflamed her, arousing her as she had never been aroused before, perhaps because it had been such a long time since she'd had sex with her husband. Lord! She had to do it! There was no way out of this for her. She began wondering if she WANTED a way out. But she was totally unable to resist. Besides, resistance would have been futile, anyway. He was so much stronger than she ... and there was always that scalpel, though she had no idea where it was, now. She had lost the will to resist. She had to do precisely as he wanted, even though the back of her brain was screaming at her to fight, to resist, to keep him out of her at all costs. But she also realized that what she wanted or didn't want didn't much matter to Albert Kass. He was determined to force her to his will. and by whatever means he had to employ. She felt as if she were his slave, his victim, and as such, was totally dominated by the man ... completely in his power.
"Come, come, come," he teased, his eyes making fun of her. "You KNOW very well what I want now, so DO IT!"
He didn't have to say anything more, because Irene, feeling a mixture of terror and hidden desire beyond belief, slowly reached down between her thighs, and touched his nakedly pulsating shaft with her anxious fingers.
The biology teacher emitted a sigh of pleasure, and she saw how happy he was that his order was being obeyed so promptly. For a moment she had been tempted to once again defy him, but it somehow didn't fit in with all that was happening. For some reason she felt COMPELLED to obey him.
Irene felt an urgent surge of throbbing life starting to vibrate through the swollenly erect phallus she was so tightly clutching in her perspiring hand. It seemed to grow even larger now, getting thicker and longer, expanding even more under her touch. Everything seemed so totally unreal, now. This just didn't seem to be her, Irene Norris, holding this lascivious man's throbbing penis as she shivered and cowered, trembling with terror because of what she knew was to come. It mustn't happen ... it just mustn't ...
But it WAS happening.
She was jerked back to the stark reality of the situation by the man's next quiet demand. "Now shove my cock into your cunt!" "What?"
"You heard me. Shove my cock into your cunt, your pussy, your twat,. your nookie, your nest, your muff...."
More vile words! She hated the sound of each one of them, and yet she was aflame with desire-a desire she was unable to control.
The body above hers felt vibrantly alive with lustful pleasure. His entire physical being appeared to tingle with anticipation as he continued smiling at her. Why was everything going the way HE wanted them to go, and nothing was going HER way. Or wasn't it? Wasn't his way her way? No, no, of course not. She was doing this because she had to do it, not because she wanted to. She was totally under the man's power. It seemed to be an overpowering fulfillment of his wildest dreams, though he had never given an indication he'd cared, before. Why? Why did a man who was obviously able to go out and get all the women he wanted willingly, doing this to her when she wasn't willing. Or WAS she?
The tip of his pounding shaft felt hot and hard between her vaginal lips, as her hands unwittingly moved down along the long, thick shaft of the penis until she touched his testicles, big, hairy, wrinkly things that shuddered as if the man was intent on shooting it into her right away. No! No! He mustn't do it! Not right away! If he was going to rape her then she had to have HER pleasure, too. He seemed to be fighting back the sperm, prolonging his control over himself, as if he'd be able to prolong his own pleasure that way. But she'd have to hurry up. She was guiding his blood-filled penis closer and closer to her vagina, the slit that was apprehensively trembling. But was the trembling in fear or was it anticipation? Her face had all the blood drained from it, white with fear and shock ... and desire.
Apparently her movements were simply not quick enough for him, and he began to move by himself.
"Don't...." she begged, wanting to beg him not to climax. She shut her mouth just in time.
Seemingly unable to contain his desire for her any longer, the biology teacher moved his hips forward. He seemed to be letting his instincts take over as, without another word, he tightened the grip he already had on her tenderly bruised shoulders, then flexed his hips and drove his palpitating penis into the crevice between her widespread thighs. It unerringly found the little hole and pushed into it.
"Hhhhaaaaaauuuuuunnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh..." she suddenly gasped, her voice desperately loud, doing her best to quickly try and pull away as she felt the rock-solid penis slither into what she believed to be a totally unprepared vaginal passageway. She was astonished to find herself exceedingly wet inside, and open enough to receive him without actual pain, though there was the need to adjust to his thickness. The ruthless man held her very fast and she found herself unable to escape what she believed to be his unwanted penetration. She shut her eyes tightly, doing her best to block out the sight of the man mounted on the image of herself, nakedly flat and helpless on her back, being fucked violently against her will. FUCKED! Good Lord! She had actually THOUGHT the word. No! Nothing was happening! She wasn't struck my lightning, though she had to admit the abrupt entry of his penis into her body made her feel as if a bolt had come out of the sky and blasted her.
She shuddered, feeling his driving hardness continuing to solidly burrow unchecked between the pillars of her chunky thighs, until at last he had buried his long, swollen member to the testicles into her. She was VERY MUCH aware of his heavy scrotal sac snug between the rounded moons of her uptilted buttocks.
The man seemed to take pleasure in keeping his shaft simply buried there the longest time. without movement, seemingly exulting in what now appeared to have been a long-awaited passionate desire to possess her body. From the look on his face he was deriving perverted pleasure looking at her, and though she was certain her own face merely reflected the horror and distaste she was determined to feel, she realized she was smiling. She was SMILING! She loved it! She wanted still MORE of it! The fact that he had forced her to do this no longer seemed to be an important thing. What WAS important was what she was feeling.
He began to withdraw the thick length of his massive penis, pulling it out very, very slowly, until only the bulbous head was still firmly enclosed by the fragile pink vulva of her inner vaginal tissues. Then, taking a deep breath and letting it out, he surged forward again, this time nailing his lust-swollen lance quite unhesitatingly into the deepest part of her sucking vagina.
GOD! she thought. WHEN WILL THIS END? and then, NO! NO! NOT YET! The miserable divorcee lay there, a helpless victim of her own inner desires. The yearning to scream or fight off her assailant had totally left her, and all she was able to really do was lie there impassively ... no not impassively-she was lying there, responding to his thrusts. She was not merely ENDURING what he was doing to her, she was enjoying it. Her slightly plump body shook and rocked from the overpowering force of his deep, hard in-strokes as he continued fucking between her legs, and the entire room seemed filled with the sounds of their animal passion. No, it was her own animal passion that was being grunted out, because he was strangely silent.
He looked at her, amused, smiling, and then his face was swooping down on hers, his lips pressing themselves against her own in a merciless kiss. She felt her lips bruise beneath his biting teeth, and then her mouth was clogged with his searching tongue as it slipped inside, sliding once more between her even, white teeth, immediately beginning to slither this way and that, lapping at her own tongue, touching the roof of her mouth, trying to reach into her throat. His tongue washed itself wantonly through her pussy again and again. His hands finally released her shoulders and moved between their bodies, grasping the firm mounds of her breasts and roughly kneading them, making her writhe and squirm in a maddening attempt to escape his constantly marauding hands, yet thrilling to their manipulation of her flesh. All the while, his solid pylon of phallus continued its hard-driving movements, pistoning into the sweetly helpless depths of her tender pussy, pumping as far as possible into her innermost womanly depths.
She was bouncing faster and faster, and was startled to hear him whisper, "YES, YES, THAT'S RIGHT! Move with me, you lovely woman. Move with me and understand how much you want it"
He was kissing her cheeks when he spoke, and somehow she managed to focus on his face, seeing him smile. It wasn't, oddly enough, a victorious smile, or a wild leer. Rather it was almost an understanding smile as he continued pounding his flesh into her, heaving forward and jerking back, making her realize she was keeping time with him.
The pretty librarian's head began to whirl, and she forced herself to shut her eyes, hoping to blot out this entire obscene tableau, hoping all the degradation she was feeling would eventually stop happening to her. Maybe it would all go away. The terrible shame of being fucked against her will-FUCKED, again-by this man who seemed so self-assured and unneedful of raping any woman. Then her having no way of escape. What was the use of any resistance, anyway? It appeared she was doomed to be abused and mistreated by this man. This was so unfair. She ought to find SOME way to rebel. There ought to be some way for her to abuse and mistreat the men for a change. Was it the fate of all women to suffer at the hands of all men at all times? All she knew was, there just didn't seem to be any point in trying to revitalize her own self-esteem and self-respect. It just wouldn't last. She was fated to be victimized by this man, it seemed. This was what she had ALWAYS feared. This was why she had taken to wearing her hair in a bunt and wearing brassieres that seemingly flattened her firm breasts, putting on large, horn-rimmed glasses. She had been married once, and though the marriage had indeed had its problems, everything would have worked out had her husband been more responsive, physically. That first night he had been rapacious, and after that she had been the dominant partner in their sex life. She was afraid of life, and inwardly afraid to be attractive to any man, figuring a man physically attracted to her might not love her for herself. If a man was able to fall in love with her looking as plain as she did, she was certain their sex life would adjust itself. She never again wanted to encounter the problem she had with her first husband.
She noticed the man now fucking her seemed to move in exactly the same way her husband had when he was full of vim and vigor. It was amazing how much like her ex-husband he was in bed. Every grinding movement of his seemed to match that of her former spouse.
It was at this point in her confused thoughts that she finally came to grips with what she believed to be reality. She had been lying there, fighting him mentally while physically responding to him, accepting the fact that she was physically aching for this even if it was wrong. Now she began to understand things a little differently, as if the man was actually pumping understanding into her with every cock thrust. IT WAS HER MOTHER WHO HAD BEEN WRONG. Her mother, teaching her it was bad for a man not her husband to touch her had been very wrong. The truth was, her body was in dire need of this. The moments continued to tick by, and she understood better and better. The truth was obvious if she was honest with herself. What this man was doing to her was a blessing. The thought grew in her brain, a tiny glimmer at first, and then a bursting flame, as if she had FINALLY found freedom. At first she tried desperately to fight it back and keep it down, but her inner efforts seemed to fan and encourage these thoughts. Then she realized her body was suddenly a sheet of white-hot, blazing flame.
She was NO LONGER accepting her fate. She was looking forward to it Wanton desire hotly burned inside her, yet she didn't want this man, who had forced her into all this, to know he was responsible for a complete TURNABOUT in her thinking. But it was TOO LATE.
"You see, I WAS RIGHT," he told her, as her hips moved more rapidly now, churning with his, keeping perfect time and rhythm with the way he was pounding into her.
Her heels dug into the mattress, and she was gasping with lust as she hurled her fulcrum against his, bouncing, moving, slamming her vaginal lips against his penis and testicles. Her body, and now her mind was possessed by what this man was doing to her, and she was once again the crude, responsive animal her ex-husband had once called her. She had NO IDEA why she was this way, but this time she wasn't going to fight it. This time she wasn't going to quash all the need and desire in her body as she had done for more than a year, now. She was FLOODED with insane desire, and her face reddened as she realized all the disgusting words he had used were running through her mind, plus quite a few more she had heard boys use in the library. Mmmmmmm! It felt good. She was being FUCKED, yes FUCKED, and there was apparently nothing in the world more arousing than being FUCKED and fucked hard.
"This is only the BEGINNING," Dr. Kass whispered to her.
"Uuuunnnnhhhh ... what do you ... aaannnhhhh ... mean?" she asked.
"Your husband taught you the missionary position when it came to fucking. But you never rode him once, did you?"
"How ... aaaaannnhhhh ... did you know?" she gasped.
"I told you, I know everything about you," he replied, not even breathing hard.
"He ... ooooonnnnnnhhhhh ... said it was ... uuuuunnnnhhhhhh ... unmanly," she told him, shuddering.
"There's no such thing as unmanly with a true man or a true woman," he told her, continually pumping the full length of his prick into her. "You have a lot to learn, and as a librarian you're in the best place to learn it There are copies of the Kama Sutra, the Ananga Ranga, and the Perfumed Garden in the library. Those are the books to read, hidden away on dusty back shelves of the public library at the moment. As a librarian, you can go looking for them and take them back to the high school library with you, and there, read them, and understand all the other wonderful things you've missed in the world of sex."
She had read the names of these books, before, in the various Confession magazines she'd read-how women had read these books and as a result became involved in assorted affairs, either with men they eventually exchanged for the true love of their lives, or their true loves, became involved with them immediately because of their reading such books.
"Do you know why you're responding?" he asked.
"Because I love you," she said instantly. "No, you don't love me, NOT YET. You may NEVER love me. But ONCE YOU LEARN to respond sexually to other men, you'll find the right one to love. Who knows, perhaps it will be ME!. "
"But why are you telling me ... uuuunnnnnhhhhh ... this?" she asked. "Don't you know?" he responded. "No!"
He began pounding more and more intensely between her thighs, stabbing with renewed vigor. He seemed tireless, tinglingly alert, looking for further signs of her continuing acquiescence.
Lust and desire fired their way through Irene Norris. He was pounding away inside her like a sledge hammer, moving because he seemed unable to hold himself back. To Irene, it seemed as if his lean body had come to the end of its tether.
"I'm ... uuuuhhhhhhh. . . going to ... ooohhhhhhh ... peak..." she gasped.
"Then do it!" he urged.
"What about you?" she grunted.
"What about me?" he asked. i
Then she was there. The sensation tore through her like a long pair of slicing shears, cutting deeper, deeper, deeper ... and then, "AAAAAAA NNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"
The orgasm blistered through her with overpowering charges, as blast after blast shuddered through her. Her head whipped this way and that, and she bucked. Her face turned so that she was able to clamp her teeth onto the pillow under her head, and her hands reached down into her groin, massaging her clitoris.
That was when she realized, as the feeling of orgasmic satisfaction settled down within her, that it was daylight. Her clock radio was on, and it had drowned out her yell.
A dream! It had all been a dream! She looked at her breasts. No, there were no teeth marks on them. Her finger dipped into her sensitive vagina, making her realize she had masturbated herself in her sleep to an orgasm, but there was no sign of her having been entered by a penis.
It had all been a dream, but it was as if the dream was trying to tell her something. It was a dream she vividly would recollect. It was a dream that would change her life, too.
CHAPTER TWO
That morning, before opening the school library, Irene Norris, her hair once more tied back in a bun, her large glasses on, with no make-up to embellish her cheeks, her lips, or her eyes, wearing a stylishly shapeless green dress walked into the town's public library. She searched through the card catalogue until she discovered the numbers and location of the three books mentioned in her dream ... the books she had often read about in her Confession magazines. The librarian at the public library knew her to be an extremely modest woman and therefore assumed Irene was taking these books out for one of the teachers at the school who might be teaching erotology.
Irene took the books to school with her and tucked them beneath the large circular desk in the middle of the school library where she sat. Then, using her copy of Plato's THE REPUBLIC to shield the other books, she began reading them one at a time and was both, fascinated and amazed at the many different ways to make love. A plan was already starting to evolve in her mind but she wasn't sure how to go about it, yet.
"I'd like to check these books out, please," a voice said, interrupting her.
Putting the book face-down, with THE REPUBLIC covering it, Irene looked up and saw the captain of the high school football team, blonde, handsome Mike Lockridge staring at her. Mike was enough to set any teenage girl's heart throbbing, and he was one of the few boys in the school who had so many girls at his beck and call, he hadn't settled on any single female, just yet. He was standing with his friend, Kenny Carlton, the captain of the baseball team. Kenny had dark-blonde, almost light-brown hair, and he had a more rugged, bulldoggish look about him then Mike did. like Mike, Kenny also had his share of girls, and when the two of them weren't studying, playing their respective sports, or out with the girls, they always palled around together.
Looking, as always, very efficient, Irene checked the cards in the back of each book, pushed them into the automatic date stamper telling when each book was due back, tucked each card in its appropriate book, then closed the books and pushed them the two boys.
"Hey, Mrs. Norris, how would you like to go out with me tonight?" Mike teased. "I'm free."
"I'm NOT," Kenny smiled, "but I'm reasonable."
"I think that's enough wry humor for one day," Irene curtly said to them.
The two boys turned away, and Irene heard Kenny ask, "Are you SERIOUS, wanting to go out with a bag like Mrs. Norris?"
"Nan!" Mike laughed. "Just kidding. Hell! The only way I'd go out with her is if she stuck a gun in my back."
"Insensitive clods!" a male voice said, and startled, Irene looked up to see Albert Kass. He had just walked in.
"They're quite right," Irene told him. "I'm not exactly an ideal date."
"That is a matter of opinion, Mrs. Norris."
"Just what IS your opinion. Dr. Kass?" she asked.
"At the moment, I have NONE," he answered. "But I once listened to you discourse during lunch with one of the English teachers concerning Plato's theories in that book, THE REPUBLIC, and I have to admit, you were quite BRILLIANT."
Before Irene had a chance to move, he reached out, picked up the book, and immediately saw the cover of the PERFUMED GARDEN underneath.
"Mrs. Norris," he said to her, "I have misjudged you." He put THE REPUBLIC back down, and said, "You are obviously a well-read woman in more ways than one, and my respect has increased a hundredfold for you. I confess to being a little surprised, however, I'm also pleased. I think you and I ought to see more of each other."
"I thought I once heard you remark that you never fool around with women where you work," Irene said.
"In your case it would HARDLY constitute fooling around, Mrs. Norris. You see, I respect you, and there are very few women in the entire world I respect."
"Thank you. Dr. Kass, I'll accept it as a compliment."
"It was MEANT as a truth. We have to talk at greater length in the near future. Unfortunately, the bell is about to ring and I have a class. I look forward to meeting with you again in the near future."
He was different in person than he had been in her dream, but she liked him better, this way. He wasn't trying to be a know-all, and for the first time he had noticed her. Perhaps the dream was a portent of things to come. It was certainly influencing her in other ways.
CHAPTER THREE
School was out, and it was Friday. Irene normally had a long, frustrating weekend of nothing coming up. It was either a movie by herself, or with a girl friend who lived in the same boarding house, or it was a concert or a local opera. But not this weekend.
The books had aroused and inflamed her even more than the love magazines, and Irene felt it was time for her to enjoy a happy, healthy sex life. So she began putting her thought-out master plan into action.
She had a four-year-old Maverick, and it was still in good condition. She drove to the next town, and the first thing she did was go to a wig store. Even though her own black hair was below her shoulders, they showed her how to pin it up, and then slip the wig over it so that it looked natural. It was a blonde wig with ringlets and waves. Her own black hair was actually fairly straight.
Next she went to the toy store, and there searched around until she found a toy replica of a German Luger. It was made of gun metal, and it would fire special caps if she wanted to waste money on them. Even the movement was similar to that of the real thing, and when it fired, the caps let out a puff of smoke and made a noise almost as loud as that of a twenty-two caliber pistol going off. Irene bought it, with a box of the special caps.
Returning to her own town, Irene drove around until she discovered an abandoned boathouse. The door was unlocked, and going inside, she found two old inflated rubber boats. With one placed upside-down on top of the other it would make a perfect mattress. Had she been a male on the prowl for females, one place would not have been enough. But she really wondered if any male would be stupid enough to reveal what she intended doing.
Returning to her boarding house, she left the wig and gun in her car, then went inside and took a bath. Afterward, she went to her room and, in her bathrobe, looked through her closet for clothes out of her past. Sure enough, there was the strapless black-sequined evening gown, and the mask from the costume party she had once attended. She also found the trick magician's handcuffs her husband had bought He had shown her the trick to opening them without any key.
She had been to the gynecologist last week. Her intrauterine device was still in place. She'd thought of having it removed once she had been divorced, but something held her back. Now she knew it was her nagging id which wanted her to let loose and enjoy life while there was life to enjoy.
Her watch told her it was nearly five-thirty. Football practice at the high school would just about be coming to an end. The coach there was a perfectionist, and even though it was winter he turned on the field's lights after dark and had the boys practicing. Afterward, they would take a shower and rest for fifteen minutes, making certain they were completely dry before going out into the cold night air. As the school librarian, she had run off enough practice schedules for the football team to know their routine backward, forwards, and inside-out.
Slipping on her strapless gown, she threw her coat on over it, tucking the handcuffs into the pocket of the coat Then she went downstairs and hurried out to her waiting car. Once in the car, she drove to a secluded spot in a nearby park, and there put on the wig, and then the mask. Underneath her gown she wore absolutely nothing. No use having underwear that looked frowzy compared to the gown.
Taking her toy gun from the glove compartment of the car, she opened the trunk and removed an old black blanket which she wrapped around herself in place of her coat. Getting back into the car, she drove to the high school, hoping she wasn't too late.
She arrived at the high school and saw the field lights were still on and the boys were still practicing. Sitting in her car with the engine running and the heater going, she remembered seeing an old kerosene stove at the boathouse. She hoped it was still in working order and had some fuel in it
When the practice finally ended, some ten minutes later, the players retreated to the showers. Irene reached into her pocketbook on the seat nearby and pulled out a mask she had bought at the same store where she had picked up the toy gun. She had taped the eyeholes shut. She waited about twenty minutes, then got out of the car, seeing her breath in front of her as she walked with the heavy blanket tightly wrapped around her. Approaching the school, she stood and waited, watching the door to the shower room. She, herself, was in a clump of bushes, and in the darkness it was difficult to see her. The field lights were still on, but they threw shadows over the part of the school where she was standing.
The door to the shower room opened, and one by one the boys started dribbling out. She saw the bulky form of Kenny Carlson come out and head in the opposite direction. Though Kenny captained the baseball team, he was also on the football team.
Irene waited. More boys came out, and then Mike Lockridge came out. He was talking to three other boys, one of whom separated from the others and walked in the opposite direction. As the boys approached where Irene was standing, one of the other two walked over to a motorcycle he had locked up against the fence, and unchained it, and took off.
"I have my car," the third boy was saying to Mike. "Want a lift home?"
"Nah," Mike told him, sniffling a little and rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. It's a nice night for a walk. I'll hike it. Besides, I might want to stop off at the Malt Shoppe and see what action is there. If someone is there this time of night, you can bet she's looking to get boffed."
"Good luck!" the other boy told him.
"Skill," Mike replied as the boy headed for his car, "not luck."
Once the other boy drove off, Irene saw Mike was getting ready to run back the other way. She stepped out from the bushes and called, "Mike!"
When Mike Lockridge turned around, he saw a woman with what looked like a black cape over her shoulders. She was wearing a strapless evening dress, which meant she was probably freezing her tits off. The figure in that dress looked nice, a little on the plump side maybe, but Mike Lockridge liked women with meat on them. He especially liked the looks of this blonde, even though he was unable to see her face. It seemed shadowed. He stepped closer to her, asking, "Do I know you?"
"It's enough that I know YOU," she replied. "I want you to come with me."
"Yeah? Where?"
"Wherever I say," she replied.
"Look lady, I don't have time to play games," he told her. "I mean, if you're offering a little fun, I'm a WILLING guy..."
"I don't have time for anything BUT games," Irene told him. "However, it's cold out here, and I'm not in the mood to discuss things with you." She suddenly produced the Luger.
"Hey, come on now, who do you think you're kidding with something like that?" Mike gasped. It looked too real to be anything but a pistol.
"Kidding?" Irene asked, and pointing the gun a little to the side of him, she pulled the trigger.
The gun on this cold, crisp night went off with a loud bang. The flash was nice and bright, and the smoke curling from the barrel made it look very convincing.
"Holy shit!" Mike gasped. "All right, all right, take it easy. Just what the hell d'you want from me?"
"Whatever I can get," she told him. "Put this on."
She extended a hand and put the taped mask on a nearby bush, then stepped back. Mike walked over, looked at it, and said, "Hey, now look, I have a nice little pad, and my folks aren't home...."
Irene pointed the gun directly at his middle, and he was suddenly very quiet. He reached out, took the mask, and slipped it on, covering his eyes.
"Someone's bound to have heard that shot," he said, shaking.
"So then it's high time we got out of here," Irene told him.
"But I can't see," he insisted, hoping to make her come close enough so he'd be able to grab her.
"Just walk to your left," she told him. "Just keep your hands out in front of you to make sure you don't fall."
They walked this way, with Irene behind him all the way until they got to her car. She moved around to the driver's side, then had him open the trunk of the car with a key she pressed into his hand. Once the trunk was open, she took the key and had him climb inside. Then she slammed the trunk lid down on him.
Getting into the car, she started it up and immediately headed for the boathouse. Once there, she got out of the car, knocked on the trunk lid and said. "I'm opening the trunk. That blindfold had better be on."
Unlocking the trunk lid, she stepped back as it swung open. He had the blindfold on and was groping as he came out. She shut the trunk lid then ordered him to walk to his right, guiding him until he was at the door to the boathouse. They stepped inside with Mike in front of her, and she left the door open until she was able to light the kerosene stove and a small oil lamp, nearby. Then she shut the door and looked around. There were some broken wooden boats, as well as the two rubber ones she had placed on top of one another. Then there was an old wooden chair.
It didn't take long for the kerosene stove to heat up the boathouse, and when it did, Irene spread her blanket out on the floor. She had Mike lie face-down on the blanket with his arms behind him, and using the barrel of the gun pressed against the side of his head, she slipped the cuffs on his wrists. She wasn't worried about taking off his shirt. That part of his anatomy would be able to remain covered.
"What's going on?" Mike asked, as she got to her feet and removed her clothing.
"You'll find out," she replied, rolling him onto his back and removing his pants, shoes, and shorts.
"Hey, that's NOT FAIR. You can see me but I can't see you."
"Don't worry," Irene assured him. "You'll be more than happy before the evening is through. "Now, suppose you work your way up to your knees."
Struggling, with his arms locked behind him, Mike managed to finally get up to his knees.
"What's on your mind?" Mike asked.
"Nothing PAINFUL," Irene assured him, "provided you do everything I tell you to do."
"Yeah, sure!"
"Good! I promise you won't be sorry. Believe it or not, Mike, this is going to turn into a FUN evening."
"Well, hell," he muttered, shivering a little. "I'm all for fun."
"Oh I promise you, this is going to be a lot of fun." She walked over to where Mike was kneeling, and said, "I'm still holding the gun in case you get any cute ideas. As you can tell, I'm directly in front' of you. Now lean down and start kissing my toes. I want you to lick each toe and lick between them too. In case you're worried, I just had a long bath, and I'm very clean. In fact I'm even perfumed."
"Yeah, well that much I can already tell," Mike replied. "That's a wild scent, too. I've never smelled anything like it."
"I bought it especially for tonight, for YOU, Mike."
"Hey, you know, this'd be a lot more fun if I could at least see what I'm doing."
"Sorry, but you can't see, and you can't touch-at least not with your hands."
She saw the blindfolded Mike staring as if trying to look through the taped mask at her. There was a strange expression on his face now, as if he was trying to figure out what kind of a weird person she was. He shivered a little when he felt the metallic length of the gun barrel caressing his cheek.
"Okay, okay," he nodded. "I'll do it!"
Bending forward, his arms behind his back, his face pressed against her shins, then her ankles, and then her feet. His tongue leaped out and licked at the rounded edge of her big toe, and from the smoothness of the toenail he decided she had also gotten a pedicure for the unique occasion. The lacquered smoothness of the nail polish was unmistakable.
Irene shuddered, thrilling to the wonderful feel of the cool tip of his tongue as it lapped at her sensitive toe. Little by little his tongue licked out farther and farther, probing under her toe, lifting it, then sliding his lower lip under the toe. Then he closed his upper lip on top of her toe, and he began sucking, noting she had told the truth. All he tasted was cleanly perfumed flesh. His tongue moved in circles around and around the toe, tasting the delicately perfumed digit, repeatedly.
Irene sighed, shuddering and trembling with delight, feeling wonderful erotic shivers charge through her body as his mouth opened wider and sucked in her next toe. He was doing it without her having to tell him. Very good! Obviously he had done something like this before.
Irene thought she might feel guilty about all this, but she didn't. What she did feel was ridiculous for having lived a celibate life for more than a year. Imagine, it had taken a dream to change everything. Thrill after thrill continued surging through her shuddering body as the youth's tongue licked between each of her toes in turn, and as each of her toes slipped into his hungry mouth to be nurtured by his slurping lips.
She looked down and watched his licking tongue as it left her right foot and moved over to her left foot. Inside, she felt the heated juices in her vagina starting to come to a slow boil. The liquid was beginning to bubble, and soon would splash out and come dripping down her inner thighs.
The chair was close by, and with Mike still sucking on the toes of one foot, Irene was able to step with her other foot so that she was able to reach out and grab the rickey old chair. She pulled the chair over and sat on it, offering him her soles and arches. He licked all of her two feet, and her thighs were wide apart, making Mike curse the blindfold. He was able to smell the delicate feminine scent of her wafting out from her clean pussy, and it made him drool with anticipation. His mind was imagining what the vagina must look like. Because of her blonde wig, he imagined he saw a power puff of blonde hair around her pussy. Her labia were probably full and pouting and rich, and he imagined seeing those inner lips opening and closing as if beckoning him forward. Jesus! He was willing to bet it was one fantastic pussy, all right. He sensed the muscles in her thighs alternately tightening and loosening. He was beginning to imagine how his solid penis would feel, buried in the nestling treasure trove he was just barely able to nasally appreciate. His throbbing cock was starting to expand and contract, beating against the blanket on the floor as it drummed out its desire. Sheeittt! He hadn't felt this hot since the night he had lost his own virginity.
He was taking his time, prolonging everything now, but it was from a strong desire for this mysterious woman rather than to merely do her bidding. His licking tongue was moving into the instep on her right foot, and then it leaped to the instep on her left foot, unerringly finding it even with the blindfold on.
Irene shuddered with delight, thrilling to the pressure of his tickling licking tongue slowly moving up the back of her left calf. Then he moved his head so he was licking her right calf. Now a series of delightfully thrilling shudders began electrifying their way through her. Soon his tongue was lapping at the back of her knees as he used the tip of his tongue was lapping at the back of her knees as he used the tip of his tongue to outline the H-shaped creases. His only pauses were to move from one leg to another. The blindfold obviously hampered him, not allowing him to change to a more upright position. She had to help by holding onto his hair because he wasn't able to use his hands. He had no idea the cuffs holding him were able to open by the pressing of a small spring catch. God! He felt so damn helpless, and the rich smell of her made him want her even more. Jesus! She didn't need that goddamn gun. He sure would like to have his hands free and his eyes open to really appreciate her naked body.
He was licking higher at the moment, his slurping tongue moving up the insides of her thighs, and she shuddered as she felt his flicking tongue doing things to her not even her imagination had been able to picture. All this from the reading of some books she had remembered in a dream. Luckily he was blindfolded and was unable to see her expressions. As it was, she was able to picture the way he'd stare if he was able to see. She wondered if he would go into her vagina without her saying a word.
His tongue had made her white flesh shine like velvet from her toes right on up to where her thighs were firmly joined to her torso. Every single time his lapping tongue probed the creases where her legs were attached to the rest of her, his nose pressed into her pubis, and he breathed deeply, inhaling the rich scent of her juicing pussy. He figured if he was unable to see her face, maybe he'd be able to identify her one day by the scent of her flesh.
"All right!" Irene said to him. "It's time for you to rest and for me to take over."
"Hey!" Mike said, smiling. "What are you going to do, make love to yourself?"
"Not at all," Irene replied, smiling broadly. "I'm going to simply reciprocate and do to you what you did to me. I know you aren't going to fight me, because something like this should make you happy."
"What makes you so sure about how clean I am, though?"
"You just came from taking a shower, didn't you?"
"Yeah."
"And you always have a fresh change of clothing with you at school, don't you?" "You sure know a lot, lady." "Not really. For instance, you ought to be honored that you're the first male I've ever tried anything like this with. Until today, it was straight copulation and nothing else."
"We all have to learn sometime," Mike nodded.
"Precisely," Irene agreed.
Walking over to the kneeling man, Irene helped him sit down on the floor with his feet stretched out in front of him. She looked at him carefully in the lamplight, and as she had suspected, he had been very thorough when taking a shower. He smelled of the clean soap used in school.
"Now," Irene smiled again, her voice a soft whisper as it had been all along for the most part, so Mike wouldn't recognize it. "I'm going to begin precisely as you did."
Kneeling, she saw the expectancy on the youth's face as he quivered, not with cold, but with anticipation as she knelt and breathed on his feet. Yes, he was clean, ail right. She began licking the boy's right foot, her tongue working very gingerly in the beginning, then becoming more adept at it, enjoying what she was doing, sucking his toes, one at a time, then in twos, then in threes, and finally using the flat of her tongue to wash his feet all over.
Irene discovered she WAS enjoying herself, immensely. She had the youth lie back, then turned her body around, feeling his shirted chest tickle the hairs on her vagina, making her cunt lips wetter and aroused with more and more excitement as her tongue continued moving, slowly crawling along the underside of the boy's legs, licking his calves, and then his inner thighs as she slid her body back. She was aware of Mike's solid cock jerking and twitching insanely as globules of lubrication continued popping out, then running down the sides of the upright penis.
"Enjoying it?" Irene asked.
"YOU DAMN WELL KNOW I LOVE IT," the boy replied earnestly.
"Fine. As it is, with that blindfold on you can't see, so I don't have to worry about you being distracted. I'm moving back until my pussy is directly over your face. Turn your face straight up so I can rub my cunt lips against your mouth. If you should suddenly get the urge to use that tongue of yours, letting it leap into my vagina, don't hesitate. I forgot to mention that it's been a long time since anyone has made love to me, and no one has ever lapped me there, before. Do a good job, and as a reward, I'll perform another first."
"Yeah," Mike asked, panting. "Just what's that?"
"Why once again, I'll do tat for tit. I'll suck on your penis."
"Wow, lady! You're really something. You know, if you'd told me this was what you had in mind in the first place, this nonsense of blindfolding me and handcuffing me wouldn't have been necessary. Come on, get this stuff off me and we can really go to work on one another."
"Sorry," she insisted. "I have my reasons for keeping you like this."
"Yeah, like what?" Mike Lockridge wanted to know. "Just why is it really necessary to chain me up and cover my eyes?"
"You're my TRIAL run, Mike," she told him. "If everything works out well with you, well then, I'll be able to do things I've always been afraid to do. I was brought up in an almost-puritanical atmosphere, and my parents robbed me of a proper sex life by teaching me that sex was something one did in a marriage bed, and only with the man lying on top and the woman on bottom. I've come to realize life is considerably different from what they've led me to believe. My folks weren't fair to me, you see. So I have a lot of making up to do. If things work out well with you, who knows, we may try this again, sometime, but once again, on my terms. Whether or not you're willing is up to you."
"Hey, lady," Mike gasped, inhaling the rich scent of her vagina as she wiggled it closer to his face, "with you I'm willing any time. Any night, any day, any moment. But I'd sure as hell like to know who you are."
"Well now, that's what adds spree to all this," she tittered. "The fact that you don't know makes it all the more interesting."
Irene slowly lowered her lovely face, carefully resting her weight on one forearm while she gripped the young man's solid phallus with her other hand. Slowly, very, very slowly, she brought her mouth closer to it, parting her lips, and now and again allowing her tongue to lick out nervously to wet the quivering tip.
"Here we go!" she whispered, staring at the throbbing penis in her hand, and her mouth opened to form a deep, hollow ring. Then the ring of her lips was slipping gently over the hardened length of penis as perfectly as a custom-made wedding band might fit itself on the ring finger of a bride.
Mike's thighs immediately stiffened as he felt the wonderfully thrilling and delightful sensation blast its way through his entire body. He began automatically bouncing his buttocks on the floor, his face slamming up, his mouth automatically pressing against Irene's soddenly dripping vagina, reminding him he also had a job to do. He turned his face even more upward, imagining he was able to see the tantalizingly pulsating pussylips directly above him. He automatically opened his mouth and pressed his wide-open lips against the musky maw of the woman's femininity, feeling her tantalizing mouth linger as he tasted the sweet essences of her pussy. Damn! He only had the head of his cock in her mouth. He wanted MORE.
Turning his face to the side, he gasped, "Get my whole cock into your mouth, lady. If you're gonna do it, do it RIGHT. Suck it inside, run your lips up and down the length of the tube, then pull on it, as if you're trying to suck something out of a very thick straw, and while you're doing it, press those lovely full tits of yours against my belly and legs. Here, I'm going to raise my knees so you can press those fabulous boobs into them, baby."
Almost as soon as he said it, Mike slowly raised his knees, pressing his cuffed hands flat against the floor behind his back to help give him a little support as he proceeded to lance his tongue straight up and stab it into her honeyed womanly pit He was sucking noisily, loudly slurping, the sounds bouncing off the wooden walls and coming back to the two of them, letting both Irene and himself know just how much he was enjoying what he was doing.
Irene felt overjoyed and thrilled with delight at the feeling of his lancing tongue in her steaming depths. She found nothing humiliating about doing this as she had feared she might, and so she proceeded to tighten her lips all the more firmly around the blonde-haired boy's throbbing penis. She was grateful she had chosen to do this by herself rather than have some man force it on her. It was plain where forcing her to do this would immediately have caused her to be traumatized. Voluntarily accepting it and doing it took away any and all stigmas. It was obvious from the way he was lapping her pussy that Mike had done things like this before. He was an expert with his tantalizing tongue and sent one chilling delight after another shuddering insanely through her body. Lord! She was enjoying it, really enjoying it. Even the loud slurping sounds were arousing.
She pressed the tip of her left nipple against the youth's thighs, feeling her tan spike swell and enlarge, becoming a rubber spine that stabbed all the more solidly against the man's flesh. The large, full mound of breast solidly crushed itself against his left thigh, and she quivered, feeling the prickly hairs on his leg tickle her. At the very same moment, her sucking mouth tightened on what she had come to think of as her personal flesh lollipop. Her lips formed a perfect oval to fit tightly under the ring of his corona, sensing the way the massive phallus continued throbbing. As it began sliding into her mouth, she started bringing her tongue instantly into play, pressing it solidly and flatly against the underside, making her mouth put pressure on the length of cock as it continued pushing its way into her mouth.
Irene felt a conglomeration of different sensations in her quivering body, looking at the huge throbbing penis she was sucking, doing what she had always objected to with her own former husband. Now her tongue seemed to glue itself to the underside of his throbbing penis, slowly, gently, carefully slithering along the length of silk-skin-covered steel penis. Her tightly ringed and sucking mouth continued pushing lower and lower, feeling the softness of his outer penile flesh seemingly stretch.
The more cock she stuffed into her mouth, the more Irene wanted, and the more, it seemed, there was. When she finally did open her eyes and look down, she realized all she had done was swallow little more than the corona. There was still so much of it left to pull between her lips. She had been afraid she might get sick doing something like this, but with the passing seconds she realized there wasn't the least little sickening sensation in the pit of her belly. On the contrary, she was enjoying it immensely, thrilling to the taste and feel of it against her tongue. She was glad it tasted as good as it did, because it made doing this a genuine pleasure. Mmmmmm! It felt so good between her lips, and from the way the youth was writhing it was obvious she was giving Mike unabated pleasure.
Mike lifted his left thigh and pressed it on top of Irene's head, pushing on the skull, carefully, not wanting to risk angering her. Irene was too involved to think about getting angry as her mouth began slowly sinking lower and lower on the throbbing phallic wand. Oh God! The feelings charging through her quivering body were more arousing than ever, and Irene realized Mike was licking her damp vagina all the more avidly, now. She shuddered with delight at the way his thrilling tongue seemed to touch a totally different part of her vaginal interior each time it licked into her. And on the out-stroke she felt his flattened tongue wash over the button of her clitoris, making it stiffen a little more each time. Her entire body was vibrating and shaking, and the sight of her lips, reaching almost down to the base of Mike's penis as the head wedged itself in the entrance to her gullet, made her own shuddering body grow taut and stiff with even more desire. Though she wanted to take the knob into her throat, Irene felt she wasn't quite ready for that, yet, and so her head began to very slowly rise until only the man's glans remained firmly encased in the tugging tightness of her sucking lips. Then her head suddenly began to furiously and swiftly bob up and down, moving wildly, almost maniacally, and Irene knew she wouldn't be content until she had somehow or other made this man unleash his semen.
As she continued bobbing her head up and down, Irene discovered her body moving in direct opposition to her head, her ass-cheeks rising a little, only to fall solidly against the youth's forehead. She thrilled to the feeling of his lapping tongue, spear stabbing into her internal self again and again. It was at this time she was sorry she'd had to manacle his hands behind him, knowing she would be enjoying all this much more if the man's hands were caressing her ass-cheeks or feeling her nipples. More and more of the thickly bubbling juices began oozing from her simmering vagina. Some of the oil ran down her thigh, but most of it was gobbled up by the youth lapping her pussy.
With her own right hand Irene reached under herself and began caressing her breasts, pretending it was the hand of the youth touching her. She had put the gun aside on the floor, knowing Mike was blindfolded and unable to see for the moment, and his hands were firmly locked behind his back, so he wasn't able to use them.
In her mind Irene pictured how they looked, in what the French called a soixante-neuf position, she leaning over him, her knees tucked under her against his shoulders, hunched over so that she was able to continue sucking on his throbbing organ while he continued licking into her vagina, his arms tightly secured behind his back, his knees raised, and his thighs pressing against her cheeks, holding her in place. Her mouth bobbed up and down all the more quickly as she tasted his seminal oil, a flavorless, viscid liquid that rolled around on her tongue before she actually swallowed it. This was more heavenly than she had ever imagined. To think, she had resisted things like this all the years of her married life. Perhaps if she had been able to do things like this with her husband, she would have saved her marriage, because one good tonguing was probably all his tired penis would have needed to bring it vibrantly back to life.
The thrilling sensations continuing to build in the heated depths of her seething cunt caused her to finally release her own nipples. She was all set for her climax, way ahead of the other who was continuing to wildly tongue her vagina. Her entire body suddenly became taut, and then juices were flooding from her vagina. It was a small orgasm, a very minor one, just enough to take the edge off, but not nearly enough to satisfy her. She needed more and more and more, and her mouth pushed itself further down on the throbbing penis, letting the knob of the cock jam itself into her gullet for a moment. She gagged, choking, and quickly lifted her mouth from the penile length, taking deep breaths. Then her mouth immediately returned to his huge shaft.
She continued rubbing her vagina back and forth across his openly lapping mouth, feeling the hungry football captain suck the last little bit of excess lubrication from between the quiveringly sopping depths of her shuddering pussy. He was once again building her to ecstatic heights, but this time she felt her climax was a long, long way off.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" she gasped aloud, lifting her mouth from the boy's prick for a moment. "That was good. I want another one, Mike, a better one. You can do it for me. Come on, use that mouth of yours, really put it to work."
Her mouth went back down on the boy's throbbing penis and she sucked it right in to the entrance of her gullet, her lips pulling, her tongue lapping, her palate scrubbing, her teeth scraping. She bobbed her head all the more vigorously as his mouth speeded up and sucked at her clitoris.
She remained kneeling there, between Mike Lockridge's thighs, the fingers of her left hand clutching the base of the young high school senior's cock, squeezing it as it continued wildly pulsating. The heel of her hand pressed itself firmly but very gently into the softness of his scrotum sac, and her hand began jerking and pulling very softly and tenderly as her tightly ringed lips came down on her thumb and forefinger. Slowly her squeezing hand slipped lower and lower until they were clinging to the youth's balls, while she all but hammered her face into his groin. His hairy testicles were like two huge golf balls in her delicate hand, and her mouth slid the littlest bit lower, this time almost letting the penis penetrate into her esophagus.
Her pinkly pursed lips worked tirelessly, wetting the length of solid penis from the swollen pinkish crown all the way down to within two inches of the hair-surrounded base as her tongue flicked maddeningly along the topside.
In the meantime, her hand continued to anxiously squeeze the hairy sac containing his testicles, applying just enough proper pressure to make him feel insane thrills shooting through him again and again. The hotly swollen staff was enlarging even more now, plunging anxiously in and out of the lovely librarian's more-than-anxious mouth.
The masked Irene listened with delight, hearing the noisy sounds Mike made as he continued hungrily working on the pinkness of her seethingly anxious and aroused feminine inner chamber. The stiff, lengthy tongue was knifing into the burning hollow of her steaming cunt, probing as deep as possible, slurping its way out along the sensitive length of her upper vaginal wall. As it slid out of her, it washed over the stiffly pulsating clitoris each time. Mike Lockridge was hungry for more of this woman's vagina. Christ! It tasted like fresh peaches. He had never tasted a pussy this delicious before, and he had tasted more than his share of cunt. What added to all this enjoyment was his awareness of her extreme sensitivity. Jesus! He'd never had a woman react this strongly to a tonguing, before. It was the most savory, smoothest, wettest, delightfully thrilling vagina his tongue had ever had the pleasure of invading.
Irene had to use her own fingers to grip her nipples again. For an instant she was startled, not realizing her own hands were touching her. She knew the youth was manacled and ought not to be able to free his hands. The instant she realized she was touching herself and there was no danger of the boy's discovering who she was, she relaxed again, thrilling to the many pleasures running rampantly through her shudderingly quivering body. Her fingers were seeming attachments to other hands, tweaking and pulling on her nipples, making them grow again as new desire built up inside her.
Abruptly, she decided it was time for her to be properly fucked, not by just a dream cock, but by the real thing. The lad had a penis that almost dwarfed that of her husband's massive truncheon, and she decided no matter how thick it was, she had to have it fitted inside her.
Sliding her mouth from the throbbing length of masculine flesh hose, she murmured, "I want you to fuck me now, Mike. I have to have this monster lodged tightly inside me. I enjoy sucking it more than I thought I would, but the truth is, I have to enjoy it buried in my vagina, as well. I don't know how many other females you've fucked with it, and I don't care, but can you hold your orgasm back long enough for me to peak?"
"Hell, I can't fuck you," he replied. "Not tied up this way. I need my hands free to balance myself over you."
"There are other ways," Irene hoarsely insisted, and she lifted her seething crotch from the youth's face and got to her feet. Then she assisted Mike Lockridge to his feet, and helped guide the blindfolded lad to the straight-backed, rickety chair, hoping it would hold the two of them. She gripped his penis and his testicles, and had him close his thighs. Then she straddled his thighs and, with her feet flat on the floor and one arm around his neck for balance, the other hand kept the penis upright as she slowly sank her weight down, letting the seething tunnel of her fiery vaginal kiln swallow his upstanding rod of muscle. Down, down, down, and even farther down she sank, sighing as its thickness widened her dripping interior wetness, stretching her membranes, enlarging her tissues, little by little burying the full length of the penis inside her. Irene shut her eyes and imagined what it must look like, feeling behind her with her fingers to make certain all that remained outside her vagina were his testicles. Every last little millimeter of penis was buried to the hilt in her seething pussy. Blood was pulsating in her vaginal lips, making them swell and pout even more, and she once again realized how foolish she had been, denying herself this pleasure for more than a year. Every woman had a right to be fucked, especially if she enjoyed it as much as Irene. As long as she harmed no one, and as long as she took nothing away from any other female, there was nothing wrong with what she was doing.
Her fingers reached beneath her buttocks and she rubbed the tender inner lips of her own inflamed vulva. She thrilled to the thickness of the stuffed-in penis pulsating vibrantly inside her. Leaning forward, resting her head on his shoulder, she reached behind her with her other hand and began caressing the tight, furry ball that was his scrotum. The fingers of her first hand probed and pressed into her labia, teasing them, caressing them, touching first her left labius, then her right cunt lip. This seemed to give her even more penetration and feeling. Finally, as Mike pressed his feet on the floor and rammed his prick higher, literally lifting her own flattened feet from the blanket covering the floor beneath them, she reached around with her left hand, sliding it between his ass-cheeks, feeling through his asscrack, and finally finding his anus. Even as he sat, all but crushing her finger in the process, she drove the digit firmly into the seething depths of his tight ass-hole. He squirmed, forcing her wriggling finger to sink itself even more deeply than she had intended. This made him leap upward again. Her own perineum felt the pressures of his testicles rubbing against it, teasing the strip of skin, making her realize precisely how ultra-sensitive she was there. It slapped against his wrinkled scrotum repeatedly with every bouncing movement of her shuddering body. At the same time, her finger stabbed deeper and deeper into his rectum, making him squirm and wriggle, and he gasped, "OHHHHHHHH ... lady ... I ... uhhhhh ... don't know who you ... uuuunnnnnhhhh ... arrrre ... but one thing's forrrrr ... surrrrrre ... you really know how ... uuuuunnnnnhhhhh ... to make a guy f eeeeeeelllllll ... gooooooood ... hhhhaaaannnnnhhhhhh..."
Her finger was probing more and more into the youth's rectal cavity, and soon it was in as far as possible without her actually straining her hand. He was not really seated any longer, but his flatly planted feet on the floor took half his weight, while his back, pushing against the back of the chair, which was against the wall of the boat shack, took the rest of his weight. He continued to shove his vellicating cock in and out of the tightly slushy depths of her seething pussy, and Irene, under her mask, winced with thrilling delight. She rotated her slurping cunt around and around, continually moving it up and down on the throbbing pike. She felt filled, wonderfully filled, and this time it wasn't a dream or anything approaching a dream. This time it was real, though she had the dream to thank for giving her the courage to think this up and go through with it.
The two of them proceeded to fuck madly, the youth's back pressing all the more firmly into the back of the chair, his ass prodded up and down by the finger solidly driving in and out of it. Even so, most of the work had to be done by the woman he knew of as the mysterious masked blonde, since his hands were still bound, and his eyes still covered.
Irene was bouncing insanely, uncontrollably, the continuing delightful pressure of his cock in her cunt and his balls against her perineum and ass-hole assuring the youth her body would remain in place, keeping his cock from sliding out. The white, soft and rubbery cheeks of the lovely Irene's solidly padded behind rebounded again and again from the hairy thighs of the blonde football captain's body, feeling thrill after thrill as she had never known it to invade her body before. The newness of the position had a LOT to do with it. She had never fucked while sitting in her husband's lap, and she discovered that position, in sex, as well as in life, was everything. Her curvaceous thighs, slightly chunky though they were, moved with the litheness of a slender pair of limbs, shivering with uncontrolled enthusiasm, her sucking vaginal lips crushing tightly around the invading penis, fitting firmly over it as a custom-made glove fitted the hand for which it had been designed. Her throbbing inner tissues and quivering membranes were shuddering with uncontrolled enthusiasm, her vaginal lips contracting overpoweringly in uncontrolled and anxious anticipation of that ultimate sensation of total satisfaction. Her interior was flamingly alive, and the shuddering inner flesh heatedly and achingly transmitted her feelings to his moving penis, telling the youth this was, as far as he was concerned, a super cunt.
The masked Irene watched with overjoyed delight as the manacled Mike lowered his head and blindly managed to find her right nipple, pulling it into his mouth, making her gasp as his working tongue played consistently over the thrillingly turgid bud as his teeth all but ground into the rubbery breast point, making Irene shudder and gasp even louder. This caused her soaking vaginal oils to flow even more quickly, and floods of lubrication poured out over Mike's thighs and dangling testicles. Realizing how his mouth was affecting the woman, Mike Lockridge transferred his lips and tongue to her other nipple, biting and sucking on it with almost no control, clamping on the nipple, making it a willing prisoner in his mouth as his tongue lashed it mercilessly again and again.
The masked woman continued enjoying herself. playing with her helplessly bound captive, pushing her finger into his narrow rectum, and then pressing her own lips into the side and nape of the youth's neck as his lips continued working on her nipples. His wobbling testicles, pounding against her perineum and ass-hole as she bounced up and down, enhanced the thrills for her as never before. All this served to continue enhancing the wellings of desire building in the two of them again and again.
Her left forefinger was still locked in the boy's rectum as her right hand once more reached behind her to continue squeezing his testicles. Gasping sounds made her realize she was loudly panting as she continued insanely riding the softness of her inner feminine flesh over the heatedly inflamed poker of thrusting male solidity continually filling her. Looking down for a moment, she saw how excited the boy was, curling and uncurling his toes against the blanket on the floor. His jungle of pubic hair massaged her clitoris raspingly. She found herself panting even more heavily because of what was happening.
Mike Lockridge was going wild, feeling sensation as he had never felt it, before. Perhaps it was the fact that he was a captive, and he secretly enjoyed being controlled for a change instead of being the one in charge. In any case, the pressure of the mystery woman's mouth locked firmly against his throat made him shudder violently. He lifted his head to breathe, and thrilled to the slicing of her nipples into his shirt-covered chest, two burning buttons of delight. Her teeth bit into his earlobe as she strained to keep herself bending forward as her unbelievably tight vagina continued madly bouncing up and down on his throbbing spear of solid flesh. Beneath the woman's pounding cunt, Mike thrilled to the delightful sensation of the woman's hand rubbing his weighty balls, making them more and more anxious to unload the seething contents, within. The fullness of her swollen breasts-and they were big breasts, all right, he knew that without seeing them-pressed more and more firmly into his solid chest. All this made him continue to madly bounce up and down in the rickety wooden chair, and he was almost as frightened as she that it wouldn't hold the two of them. Had it not been braced against a wall, there was a good chance it wouldn't have held. His lower parts were awash in a flooding sea of lubrication that poured out all over him. The lubrication was firing out of her pussy in consistent small jets in spite of the fact that his penis was stuffed inside her.
Irene felt how her juices continued to copiously flow more and more freely, running down his thighs onto his calves, his ankles, and onto the floor, soaking the blanket beneath their chair. She saw how anxious Mike was, almost losing total control of himself, and she bounced wildly, pounding her shuddering body up and down with maddening fury, gasping as her own cunt juices came splashing all over the man's pelvis. Her seething hole was flooded with so much oil, there seemed to be not enough friction as the heavy penis continued sliding effortlessly in and out of her flushed pussy. This only made Mike Lockridge surge out of the chair with even greater rhythm, and only by digging her chin into the soft part of the youth's shoulder was Irene able to keep him from bucking her off.
Mike sighed, feeling the tightening contractions of her seething womanly flesh as her membranes naturally dilated. It felt like tight velvet inside her cunt, squeezing his cock for all it was worth. He was also well aware of Irene's twitching convulsions as his strong thighs seemingly made intentions in the soft roundness of her ass-cheeks continued slamming against one another, his solid penis driving uncontrollably into her gobbling vagina.
The pace had become too frenetic for the bound Mike. There seemed to be no way his penis would be able to restrain itself. The heavy sperm building in his testicles began boiling, and then it was foaming and churning, rising higher and higher until he lost total control of himself. Thick wads of hot semen came jetting out and splashing against her womb with overpoweringly violent force. Mike settled his ass-cheeks back onto the chair and rocked body back and forth in the chair as he continued blasting more and more of his fluid into the woman's tightly crushing interior. Now it was her teeth that were biting into the soft part of his shoulder as she began straining to climax.
"AAAYYYYYYAAAAAGGGG-GGGHHHHHHHUUUUUUNNNN-NNGGGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAA-AAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHA-A A A A A I I I I I I Y Y Y Y Y Y A A A-AARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHAAA-AUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!" he bellowed in the abandoned boathouse.
Irene felt it. The orgasm was welling up inside her as no previous climax had ever been able to do. She was going to peak, all right. She was going to reach a summit of monumental proportions, and there was no stopping her, now.
"EEEEEYYYY.YAAAAAIII-II IAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHA-AAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH ... A A A A A I IIIYYYYYAAAAII-I I A A A G GGGHHHHOOOOWWW-WAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!" she bellowed.
The two fucked against one another frenziedly, pounding again and again as he stabbed his firing penis into the juiciness of her softly clinging feminine funnel, trying to spurt more and more of the fluid into the depths of her wide-open cunt.
The heavy fluid backwashed down and out in a hurry, matting both their pelvic hedges and washing all over his testicles, as well as the bottom of the chair. Finally, like all good things, it came to an end.
Irene helped the youth dress, after which she hurriedly dressed herself. Then she put out the kerosene stove and turned out the oil lamp, and then picked up the blanket from the floor, wrapped it around herself, and led Mike back to the car. He sat beside her on the drive back. Then she led him outside, had him lie down, removed his handcuffs, then jumped into her car and drove off. By the time Mike had gotten his taped mask off, her car was too far away for him to identify, especially at night.
Irene felt wonderful. She felt more wonderful than she had in a long time. Smiling, she tucked the toy Luger back in the glove compartment of her car, along with her mask. Back at the park, she removed her blonde wig, carefully putting it back in the wig box, and then she put the box, along with the blanket, back into the trunk of her car. She hurriedly donned her coat and returned to her boarding house. Before going inside, she wiped off all traces of makeup and combed her hair back into a bun. Then she put on the glasses that made her look almost ugly.
Getting out of the car, she climbed the wooden steps and hurried inside. Mrs. Sloan and the other boarders were in the living room, watching a who-dunnit on TV.
Quietly climbing the stairs, Irene reached her own room and slipped out of the evening dress. She was chilled to the bone.
Hanging the dress in the back of her closet, she put away her high-heeled shoes, then put on a bathrobe. Going to the bathroom, she settled her body in a nice, warm tub, and soaked for the better part of an hour, dreaming of all the enjoyment she'd had. Oh my! It was good.
Irene was determined she would have no more longings for physical satisfaction. From now on, whenever the craving hit her, she intended gratifying herself. She had been worried that what she was doing wouldn't work, at first. But .seeing how easy it was with a muscular youth like Mike Lockridge, she was determined to enjoy more of it.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well how did you like your first experience at non-marital lovemaking?"
Opening her eyes, Irene found herself once again staring at Dr. Albert S. Kass. The lamp in her pink room was on again, and Dr. Kass was fully dressed, as she had seen him earlier in the day.
"I LOVED it," Irene admitted. "I thought you would." "You're not Dr. Kass," she said to him. "Of course not," he admitted. "Well then, just WHO are you?" "Who do you want me to be?" "Are you going to rape me again?" "There's another foolish question. What purpose would that serve, now?" "Who are you?" she asked again.
"I'm you," he replied. "I'm the you that has been hidden away inside, trying to get out. I'm the subconscious you. I've made you realize what you're inwardly craving, and I've granted that craving ... indirectly of course, by guiding you in what you're doing. Now, who's going to be next?"
"Why should I have to go after someone else?" Irene asked. "Why not Mike again?"
"No! Remember the plan you formulated in your mind. Never the same youth twice. He'll be expecting you now, and you haven't the FAINTEST idea how he'll react."
"Kenny Carlton, then."
"Perhaps. Wait until tomorrow. Then decide."
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning, while in the library, Irene got the shock of her life. Kathy, the girl who worked with her, a talkative chatty blonde ten years younger than herself, walked over and said, "Have you heard about the lady rapist?"
Chilled fingers seemed to clutch at Irene's heart.
"N-no," she finally replied, knowing Kathy, the school gossip, would omit nothing.
Kathy was a real blonde, and it was obvious she was both, pretty, and well-stacked.
"Everyone thinks I might be the one," Kathy laughed.
"What one?" Irene asked.
"The blonde who raped Mike Lockridge, last night."
"You're kidding," Irene replied, breathing a sigh of relief.
Yes, it was obvious why Mike might think Kathy was the one. Her hair was the same color as Irene's wig, and in an upsweep it would look just like the wig. Kathy was also Irene's height, and like Irene, she was a little on the plump side. But Kathy, for all her bravado and big mouth, would never have had the courage to do what she, Irene, had done.
"Honest," Kathy said, her eyes lighting up with the malicious gossip she was about to spread.
"Did Mike Lockridge talk about it?" Irene asked.
"Are you kidding?" Kathy laughed. "He absolutely denies it, claiming he was in the sack with an out-of-town college girl. But at least two boys know better."
"Oh?"
"To begin with, the editor of the school paper, who was hanging around, watching football practice yesterday, saw the whole thing. He said this mysterious masked blonde in a black cape and evening gown somehow or other forced Mike into the trunk of her car. She had a gun. He saw and heard it go off, once."
"The editor of the school paper?"
"You know, Edgar Bumber, the skinny kid who had to bring food to school to eat in class because he was so undernourished. He always wanted to be an athlete, but never had the physical stamina. Heck! Even today, he's weaker than either you or me. But he has one hell of a poison pen, and he's going to write the whole thing up for the school paper."
"Oh? When does the paper come out?"
"This coming Friday."
"By the way, when did this so-called rape take place?"
"Last Friday. Say, how was your weekend?" "Boring."
"I FIGURED as much," Kathy told her. "I drove by your place on both, Saturday and Sunday and saw you bundled up, sitting on the front porch, talking to some of the other boarders."
"They're nice people," Irene said, shrugging.
"You ought to get out more and have fun?" Kathy told her.
"I'm NOT the swinging type," Irene smiled.
"Who said for you to swing. "What you ought to do is what I do. I get dolled up, flash my eyes at a guy, make all kinds of unspoken promises, let him take me out, and then if he's lucky I give him a good-night kiss at the door."
"That's wrong," Irene said.
"Why?" Kathy wanted to know. "All these boys and men want is a good time. They want to use my body. I just don't let them."
"That must leave you very frustrated."
"Not really. I don't care about sex."
This was a girl in dire need of a lesson. Irene decided she would have to teach it to her. But before she did, there was a skinny runt who needed to be silenced.
"Hey," Kathy told her. "Here comes that Bumber kid, right now."
Irene looked up and saw the boy, one she had seen on and off for the last four years, as he walked into the school library. He was short, extremely thin, though far from ugly. There was an expression on his face she normally didn't like. Had it been possible to avoid him, she would have.
With Edgar was his childhood friend Marcus White, and Irene found it difficult to understand why a boy like Marcus hung around with Edgar. Marcus was tall, handsome, and intelligent. True, he wasn't an athlete, but he still had a nice body. Irene would have preferred making it with Marcus than Edgar, but Edgar was the kind of person who would have ruined his friend's reputation for a story. It was his own reputation he was worried about. Edgar Bumber boasted that no woman had ever been able to seduce him, though Irene was certain the truth was, no woman wanted anything to do with him. It was his boast that when he grew up, he would head a new citizen's committee for decency that would rid the town of loose women once and for all. Irene decided to put a crimp in that, as well.
In his conscientious desire to poison-pen the whole world, Edgar Bumber hung around the school until all hours of the late afternoon and evening. Most of the time he was to be found in the little room that served as the school's newspaper office.
Just down the hall from the newspaper office, in a storeroom next to the library, were some of the many electronic and mechanical facilities for teaching students. To begin with, there were all the new TV monitors, and with them were the various video tape recorders and cameras. The moviemaking class practiced with VTR cameras before going on to film. It saved the school a tremendous amount of moving picture costs.
Although the school storeroom was not brightly lit, it was lit well enough for a VTR camera to get clear pictures. On her lunch-break, Irene slipped into the storeroom and discovered something else of interest. The janitor kept a bed of alfalfa in a far corner where he liked to goof off now and again. Even if people came into the storeroom, the chances of their walking that far back, and then seeing him-because the alfalfa bed was hidden by the multitudes of shelves-was very remote.
Taking one of the video tape cameras, she tied it to a shelf rung, pointing it at the bed of alfalfa. She tied back the trigger starter, but kept the machine's power turned off. All she had to do was depress two keys, and the camera and
VTR would start, recording everything that took place in the storeroom on the alfalfa bed. She piled some books around the camera so it wouldn't be too noticeable. Then she hurried to the lunchroom to eat.
That evening, she slipped into her evening gown again, put on her coat, and got into her car. Driving to the park, she donned her wig and mask, then drove to the school. This time she parked on the other side and went in through a side door she knew was always open. Taking off her shoes, she walked barefooted down the cold stone corridor, moving silently. Stopping at the storeroom, she went inside and slipped a four hour cassette into the recorder, then turned the machine on. Leaving her shoes in the storeroom, she walked toward the little newspaper office. Sure enough, the light was on inside.
Opening the door, she peered in. Edgar Bumber was there, all alone. Boldly, she walked in, but her feet were so silent, Bumber was not aware of her presence until she was standing right beside the desk where she was sitting.
Looking up, Bumber gasped, "You!"
"Me," she nodded.
"Where's your gun?" he asked, smirking. "I suppose you're going to try and force me like you did Mike."
"I don't need a gun with you, Edgar," she replied her voice husky with want, the sound of than either you or me. But he has one hell of a poison pen, and he's going to write the whole thing up for the school paper."
"Oh? When does the paper come out?" "This coming Friday."
"By the way, when did this so-called rape take place?"
"Last Friday. Say, how was your weekend?" "Boring."
"I FIGURED as much," Kathy told her. "I drove by your place on both, Saturday and Sunday and saw you bundled up, sitting on the front porch, talking to some of the other boarders."
"They're nice people," Irene said, shrugging.
"You ought to get out more and have fun?" Kathy told her.
"I'm NOT the swinging type," Irene smiled.
"Who said for you to swing. "What you ought to do is what I do. I get dolled up, flash my eyes at a guy, make all kinds of unspoken promises, let him take me out, and then if he's lucky I give him a good-night kiss at the door."
"That's wrong," Irene said.
"Why?" Kathy wanted to know. "All these boys and men want is a good time. They want to use my body. I just don't let them."
"That must leave you very frustrated."
"Not really. I don't care about sex."
This was a girl in dire need of a lesson. Irene decided she would have to teach it to her. But before she did, there was a skinny runt who needed to be silenced.
"Hey," Kathy told her. "Here comes that Bumber kid, right now."
Irene looked up and saw the boy, one she had seen on and off for the last four years, as he walked into the school library. He was short, extremely thin, though far from ugly. There was an expression on his face she normally didn't like. Had it been possible to avoid him, she would have.
With Edgar was his childhood friend Marcus White, and Irene found it difficult to understand why a boy like Marcus hung around with Edgar. Marcus was tall, handsome, and intelligent. True, he wasn't an athlete, but he still had a nice body. Irene would have preferred making it with Marcus than Edgar, but Edgar was the kind of person who would have ruined his friend's reputation for a story. It was his own reputation he was worried about. Edgar Bumber boasted that no woman had ever been able to seduce him, though Irene was certain the truth was, no woman wanted anything to do with him. It was his boast that when he grew up, he would head a new citizen's committee for decency that would rid the town of loose women once and for all. Irene decided to put a crimp in that, as well.
In his conscientious desire to poison-pen the whole world, Edgar Bumber hung around the school until all hours of the late afternoon and evening. Most of the time he was to be found in the little room that served as the school's newspaper office.
Just down the hall from the newspaper office, in a storeroom next to the library, were some of the many electronic and mechanical facilities for teaching students. To begin with, there were all the new TV monitors, and with them were the various video tape recorders and cameras. The moviemaking class practiced with VTR cameras before going on to film. It saved the school a tremendous amount of moving picture costs.
Although the school storeroom was not brightly lit, it was lit well enough for a VTR camera to get clear pictures. On her lunch-break, Irene slipped into the storeroom and discovered something else of interest. The janitor kept a bed of alfalfa in a far corner where he liked to goof off now and again. Even if people came into the storeroom, the chances of their walking that far back, and then seeing him-because the alfalfa bed was hidden by the multitudes of shelves-was very remote.
Taking one of the video tape cameras, she tied it to a shelf rung, pointing it at the bed of alfalfa. She tied back the trigger starter, but kept the machine's power turned off. All she had to do was depress two keys, and the camera and
VTR would start, recording everything that took place in the storeroom on the alfalfa bed. She piled some books around the camera so it wouldn't be too noticeable. Then she hurried to the lunchroom to eat.
That evening, she slipped into her evening gown again, put on her coat, and got into her car. Driving to the park, she donned her wig and mask, then drove to the school. This time she parked on the other side and went in through a side door she knew was always open. Taking off her shoes, she walked barefooted down the cold stone corridor, moving silently. Stopping at the storeroom, she went inside and slipped a four hour cassette into the recorder, then turned the machine on. Leaving her shoes in the storeroom, she walked toward the little newspaper office. Sure enough, the light was on inside.
Opening the door, she peered in. Edgar Bumber was there, all alone. Boldly, she walked in, but her feet were so silent, Bumber was not aware of her presence until she was standing right beside the desk where she was sitting.
Looking up, Bumber gasped, "You!"
"Me," she nodded.
"Where's your gun?" he asked, smirking. "I suppose you're going to try and force me like you did Mike."
"I don't need a gun with you, Edgar," she replied her voice husky with want, the sound of it sending shudders of wanton need through the eighteen-year-old virgin boy.
Bumber didn't know what to do. He was too frightened to move, but deep down he was hoping, praying, WISHING she would rape him. He needed a good lay; to discover what real sex was all about. But if she forced him, it would mean he wouldn't be forsaking the ethic he had been preaching for the past four years.
Irene took advantage of the skinny boy's temporary paralysis to brush softly by him and sit on the edge of his desk, swinging a bare foot under her gown. Her intoxicating perfume was driving him wild. He noticed her sequined gown was relatively simple in spite of it being strapless. It was cut very low over her full, firm figure, and he was able to stare down into the valley between her breasts as she leaned toward him. The thin material clung tightly to her smooth thighs, almost making her look naked, and Bumber gulped, realizing how easily a man can succumb to the temptation of the flesh. He saw the roundness of her hips and the slight swell of her belly, and it inflamed him all the more. He gulped, swallowing nervously.
"Now look here," he gasped. "If you think you're going to simply walk in here and then ... welll...."
"What's the matter, Edgar?" she teased, touching his thigh with the tip of her toe.
"I'm VERY busy," he snapped, defensively.
"Ah, yes, I can see, you're presiding over a full staff, aren't you," she teased. "Only it isn't a staff of reporters. It's the staff between your thighs. However, if I'm bothering you, then I will go away. You don't look like you're man-enough to handle me, Edgar."
"Now wait a minute...." he started, standing as she stood.
He expected her to walk over to him and rub herself against him, but she didn't. She brushed by him, letting him feel the weight of her breasts, and then watched as she walked to the door and opened it.
"What a shame," she teased. "To think you and I would have had such an enjoyable evening together, Edgar."
She drifted out the door, and Edgar Bumber hurried after her. He called to her in the echoing hallway, "Wait! I want an exclusive on why you did what you did to Mike Lockridge."
"I didn't do anything TO mike," she insisted. "Mike and I did something together. I'm afraid that's something you'll never be able to understand, Edgar."
She opened the storeroom door and walked inside, and Bumber hurried after her, thinking he finally had her trapped. He followed her down the near aisle, to the end of the storeroom. Then he followed her across two more aisles until she came to the pile of alfalfa.
Irene had purposely chosen this route so they wouldn't pass the VTR that was on. She sat gently on the pile of alfalfa, then smiled lovingly up at him.
"You're an EVIL woman!" he insisted.
"Not at all," she replied. "I'm a very GOOD woman. In fact, ask Mike Lockridge and he'll tell you just how good I am. Now stop behaving like some kind of fool and get yourself over here. Come on," she insisted, patting the alfalfa beside her in open invitation to the horny young boy. She leaned back, letting her head rest on a nearby carton, and as she did so, she parted her thighs and the gossamer material of her gown slid almost all the way up her legs and thighs. Edgar Bumber was able to see under her dress, and stared, wild-eyed, realizing she wasn't wearing anything underneath. No panties, no stockings, no garter belt; nothing.
"WOW!" he gasped, unable to keep himself from staring. His eyes strayed constantly to the pouting, hair-lined lips of her swollen vagina, clearly visible between her, parted thighs. The only thing he was not really able to determine was, what was the color of her pubic hair. It was too dark under the dress. Even when she spread her thighs a bit more, horrifying him that much more, a teasing grin creasing her lovely lips. Now he was able to ascertain she was aroused, excited. and he naturally assumed it was the sight of himself that had done this to her, not realizing that the woman before him was aroused at the thought of what was to come; at the thought of seeing another penis, and not caring who was attached to it. There were tiny dewdrops of moisture glistening under her dress on her vagina! mount, shining from between the tightly narrow pink passage as she exposed herself all the more openly to him. Although Edgar was now clearly able to see the color of her cunt hair, he was no longer interested, and if asked, later on, what color her hedge was, he wouldn't remember. Despite his so-called convictions to be steadfast and moral, and not allow himself to be simply seduced into something like this, Bumber felt the heat rising in his quivering body.
Irene scrutinized the confused and beleaguered youth at length, her eyes half-closed, looking like a purring feline. She was aware of what the youth was thinking, and she derived a certain satisfaction in discovering almost no man was impervious to her charms. The way he stared he was almost handsome. . . almost. Yes, she was getting pretty good at sizing up males, and she assumed that whether they were eighteen or eighty they all reacted the same way. She was going to snare Bumber, and soon.
A desperate, burning battle was being waged inside her body and brain of Edgar Bumber. He was at a loss to know what to do or say. A part of him was dying to reach out and feel the solidity of her excitingly large and swollen breasts. Good heavens! He was as depraved as all the other men he was trying to save from depravity. He realized now that he longed to kiss the full, ripe red mouth on that lovely, round face. If it weren't for the mask he might be able to figure out who she was. There was no doubt she did bear a resemblance to Kathy Surer, the blonde librarian, but her voice was different. Her voice was different from that of any other woman he had ever known. It was smooth, seductive, almost husky with lust.
But no. . . this was wrong. He was a moral youth and he would never be able to carry on with all the various crusades he had begun if he succumbed to this woman's wile. He had to do something, fast. He had to find a way to avoid all this.
He looked down at her and opened his mouth, but before he was able to say anything, Irene suddenly reached up and pulled the youth down beside her. Her supple, full-bosomed body curled very intimately against his as he all but lay in the alfalfa, unaware of the VTR camera grinding away. The fullness of her red, ripe lips grazed his almost boyishly smooth chin, her hands wandering over his back and chest, deftly opening his shirt, slipping inside, and discovering his secret desire to be macho by wearing no undershirt.
"Hey ... uhhhhhh ... wait a minute ... I ... uhhhhhhh..." he began somewhat awkwardly, his voice echoing in the room and cracking with a mixture of shame, embarrassment, and wildly insane excitement. His words suddenly caught in his throat as Irene's right hand groped down around the twitch between his thighs after opening his belt. She deftly tugged down his zipper, then slid down his shorts. He unwittingly helped her by lifting his buttocks, and she had both, shorts and pants down around his knees. His semi-erect penis was suddenly out in the open.
"Well, you certainly have NOTHING to be ashamed of there, Edgar," she told him.
She was on her knees, making certain her profile was to the camera, her heavily sensuous eyelids behind the mask flitting up and down over her dark eyes. Her eyes were bright and eager with anticipation as she stared hungrily at the palpitating length of his continually growing member.
As she knelt there in the alfalfa, a little to the side of him, she lowered her head, permitting her lips to poise themselves mere inches above the glistening rod of throbbing flesh as it continued thickening and stiffening. Edgar Bumber felt himself out of control, as if he had been rocketed to another world, another dimension. Everything was happening so swiftly he barely had time to think. He found it impossible to believe he was lying here, in a batch of alfalfa, in the school storeroom, before this panty-less blonde woman, who, even if she was wearing a mask, was unable to hide the excitement in her eyes, aroused by the sight of his swollen phallus.
Irene's delicately feminine fingers reached forward and wound themselves around a penis that was at least a match for that of her ex-husband. She squeezed around the base of the blood-bloated penis, tightly squeezing and grasping its swelling solidity, tugging delightedly, almost obscenely at the full length of the blue-veined shaft, causing flames of pleasure to ripple through his loins. The delight internally scorched Edgar Bumber, searing his interior flesh as his penis throbbed and swelled to its thickest.
Sprawled back as he was, with his head actually resting against a wall, the youth watched the alluring older woman with passion suddenly glazing his eyes. Her lovely, ringleted blonde hair was upswept, away from her face, and the mask might have hidden her features, but it didn't hide the rounded contours of her cheeks or the lovely, puckered expression forming on her lips. Those lovely lips floated like a moist flower directly over the thickly pulsating head of his penis, and the boy was unable to believe what this delightfully beautiful woman obviously had in mind. Bumber's heart thudded with overpowering arousal. He found all this impossible to believe. His brain was still unable to accept the intoxicating message his fiery flesh was sending to him. This stunningly beautiful, masked blonde-this woman who plainly wanted her identity hidden at ALL costs, actually had her delicately white, feminine fingers wound firmly around his throbbing, upstanding penis.
"Edgar," she whispered, sexily, the sound of her voice driving him even madder with lusty desire, "I'm going to show you what it is to make love, and afterward, you'll understand why it's so important to people. If you mention what happened to Mike Lockridge in the paper, just remember, Edgar, something like this may NEVER happen to you again."
Her voice was a softly crooning musical sound in his ears, her face, under her mask, becoming flushed with heated desire, her eyes widening with greedy anticipation. He stared at her while crazy bolts of electrical static, seething untamed excitement, danced sparkingly up his trembling spine. He felt throbbing sensations in his tormented cock as it leaped and pulsed in the warm circle of her clutching hand, his brain racing from a jumbled chaos of inner emotions.
This was wrong. Very wrong. He had preached against it in the paper a thousand times. Now he was succumbing to it.
Sharp, clear mental denunciations began to cut viciously into his consciousness. The very intensity of his mounting excitement became frightening to the youth, making the overpowering gravity of this immoral transgression appear even greater in his mind. How was it possible for him, a person who had preached the goodness of self-restraint all his life, to commit such a wanton act, and with a woman obviously somewhat older than he was, though it was impossible to tell precisely how MUCH older. He felt his self-respect, the very foundation of his entire proper world suddenly shaken by the power of his mounting sexual agitation.
"Why aren't you putting something over my eyes, the way I saw you make Mike wear something?" the youth finally asked her.
"Whatever you are, Edgar," she said to him, "I know you as a person who lives by his word. Now tell me, is it really necessary for me to blindfold you, or do you think it safe for us to continue this way? Tell me, NOW!"
That was when something finally snapped in Edgar Bumber. In a single split second he tossed aside all the horrible inhibitions and narrow fears that had been self-instilled over many years. A beautiful, mysterious woman was on her knees in front of him, actually begging for the right to make love to him. What kind of a damn fool would he be to refuse? He had to accept. He was powerless to do anything other than accept. He was completely in the grip of his continually mounting desire.
Irene sensed the immediate change coming over the formerly self-righteous youth. She didn't object when he struggled to his feet.
"If we're going to do this," Edgar Bumber said, a new air of maturity suddenly coming from him, "let's do it, right. Here, let me finish undressing."
He removed the rest of his clothing, then lay beside Irene. She realized that this new Edgar Bumber was a very attractive youth, indeed. His arms reached for her, and she slid into them.
"Even if I can't see your face," he gulped, "you're really a beautiful woman."
"Thank you," she responded softly.
Then he leaned over and pressed his hungering lips very tightly down against hers. She curled up in his arms, wrapping her own arms around him and pulling him on top of her body, letting on of his bare legs fall between her open thighs. She was a heavy woman as far as Edgar was concerned, but she was also soft and supple, and her body was firmly glued to his as if it belonged against him. As he ground his lips harshly into hers, she moved her dress-covered thigh against his naked loins, making certain his throbbing cock was still sensually stiff. Edgar was more than aware of the seminal oil leaking from its tiny little slit, smearing itself all over his glans as well as all along the thin brocade of her gown. He was certain the woman must be feeling his wetness as she continued delicately massaging him with what he sincerely believed was a practiced thoroughness until he was certain the head of his penis would literally explode. It was jerking now, as though he would expectorate sperm from it at any instant. He was already aware of pressures building, deep in the pulsating depths of his testicles, below. Edgar timidly thrust his tongue into the woman's deliciously tasty mouth, and she sucked very gently on it, even nibbling delicately with her teeth, though not hard enough to cause pain-merely arousal. Chills began running the length of Edgar's spine. He had to pull his mouth away from hers to escape more of this teasing sensation. He placed his face against her mask, inhaling what he believed to be her perfumed hair, thinking smilingly of his friend Marcus, and how shocked the youth would be to see him, Edgar Bumber, with what was obviously a mystery woman who was fast becoming the most desired female in town. The story he had told to Marcus and some of the others about what he had seen had spread like wildfire through the school, and ninety-nine percent of the boys voiced their sentiment that they wished the mystery woman would come after them. But imagine, she had chosen him, Edgar Bumber. She had found him desirable. What a shock it would be to Marcus, who though not an athlete, was a ladies' man, to see him with his cock buried in the heated depths of this woman's cunt. He knew it wouldn't even pay to mention it to Marcus. If Marcus didn't believe him, his only friend in school would be making fun of him. If Marcus did believe him, he would be chiding Edgar for coming around to his, Marcus's, way of thinking.
"You've never been with a woman, before, have you, Edgar," she told him.
"Well, you know," he said, trying to excuse himself, "the girls in this school are so young and really inexperienced. Who would want anything to do with them?"
"Well I'll teach you a few things, Edgar," she huskily whispered. "Then you can teach them to some of these inexperienced girls. Would you like that?"
"You bet!" he agreed.
"Then just wait until I get my own dress off."
That was when Edgar, who was clutching her close to him, felt the desire with which she was quivering.
"Are you sure?" he asked, a little frightened.
"Come now, Edgar, you do want to fuck me, don't you?"
She was panting, and he realized her desire was for him, for Edgar Bumber.
"Yes," he gasped. "Oh yes, yes, yes, God! I want to fuck you, all right. I want to fuck you more than anything else on earth," he replied, the lewd words exciting and arousing and titillating him much more than he would have Believed.
"Then tell me, Edgar. Tell me how much you want to fuck me and make me feel wanted, as well."
"I want to fuck you! I want to FUCK you! I want to fuck you! I want to fuck YOU!"
"How, Edgar?" she groaned, lying beneath him. "How do you want to fuck me?"
"Deep! Deep and hard and solidly! I've never fucked another woman before, and now I think it's because I was saving this first time up for you."
"Mmmmmmm!" she hummed, moaning and squirming, almost tossing his light, limber form from her own rounded form. "Come on, let me get undressed. I can't wait any longer, myself."
Edgar rolled off her and lay to the side as the lovely young woman got to her feet. He stood with his legs wide apart, letting his penis jut toward her, a naked cannon standing out in front of him in full erection. His own eyes were tightly locked on the lovely brunette as she somehow managed to slip gracefully out of her dress. She looked like something out of a Rubens painting, no, more like a Tintoretto, with pink flesh and rounded haunches. Now she was totally naked, and once again his eyes clamped on the pinkness of her vaginal pout, and once more it never registered on his mind that her vaginal hairs were black.
Irene looked up at the handsomely aroused Edgar Bumber as she once again fell to the alfalfa. She enjoyed looking at the way he stood so masterfully above her, his throbbing penis waving through the air like a bandleader's baton. She stared at the throbbing, blood-bloated red tip, and said, "You have something there of which you should be proud, Edgar. It's going to feel good forcing its way into me. I want you when pushing it in to rotate it, actually screwing it into my cunt. Oh Lord! Come on, already! I want to be fucked!"
Further aroused and inflamed at the lewdness of her words, Edgar Bumber hurriedly knelt beside her, feeling the need to touch her. He slid his hands gently between the roundness of her delightful thighs, and they fell limply open without any resistance, as if his handprint was all that was needed to magically open her. He slowly, carefully moved his hand higher between their full, silken softness until his manual digits came into sudden wet contact with the smooth curls of her pubic hair growing so darkly and tantalizingly between the columns of her loins. He anxiously and hurriedly tried pressing his middle finger into her vagina, as Marcus had once told him he'd done it with a girl, pushing between the softly moist flanges of her inner labia, and the woman jerked spasmodically away, not in protest but from the unexpectedly warm contact that sent a shudder of sensation charging through the nerve ends of her naked flesh.
He ran his hands hungrily, yet reverentially over the fullness of her high-mounded breasts, still unable to face the fact that he, Edgar Bumber, was caressing a desirable woman. Then his palm ran smoothly down over the flat plain of her belly, then touched her rounded, columnar thighs, moving over the white unprotected nakedness of all of her with shuddering hands that brought gasping mewls of pleasure from this beautiful woman. At least he assumed she was beautiful, even if he was unable to see her face. His own passion continued mounting and increasing as he watched his hands work on her as if by themselves, bringing gasping and quivering inner responses from what was plainly an exceedingly lovely body. When he looked at her masked face, he saw her eyes had been closed for a moment with passion. Now they were open, their dark color made even darker and deeper by a veil of lusting smoke because of the ever-mounting passion building and coursing directly through her.
Irene was drifting in a world of deep, soft, wonderful pleasure, and she had no conscious thoughts in her mind save those of total enjoyment. Forgotten for the moment was the VTR camera recording everything. The only thing that seemingly mattered to her was the internal fire continually building higher and higher, charging insanely through her. Fire flickered between the silkiness of her tender inner thighs, then seemed to radiate from the burning tips of her trembling nipples, long and hard, and then the sensation flickered into the burning core of her trembling vagina where it roared in white heat like the interior of a blast furnace.
"Ohhhhhhhh ... yessssssss..." she hissed. "Edgar, you really are a natural lover."
Edgar began taking the initiative. Having given his word he would not try removing her mask, he forgot about her identity for the moment and began acting like the lover he had secretly always wanted to be. He pressed his mouth hungrily down over her loving lips again, feeling the heated wet pressure of her responding tongue as it speared into the depths of his own mouth in her own automatic quest for a stronger, warmer, wetter contact with this youth who was now so delightfully and thrillingly torturing her aroused body.
His hands continued roaming over her tender and supple feminine form, and then he ran his fingers back to the opening between her lovely, pillarly thighs. This time her vagina did not jerk away but opened voluntarily to admit his fingers into the very core of her tender feminine being.
Edgar Bumber was able to feel the heated center of her anxious pit flexing strongly, powerfully, thrillingly in passionate reply to his anxious touch.
"Haaaauuuuunnnnhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaannnnnnnhhhhhhh!" she gasped, sighing continuously into his hungering mouth, her voice drifting between his lips as her tongue pushed itself into his mouth, washing itself around and around in there, moving this way and that, searching desperately, as if perhaps trying to find another entrance.
Her mounting passion spurred his own. Continual disbelief kept on moving through the whirling mind of Edgar Bumber, and he was certain this sexy creature wasn't really here, with him, doing all these things with him. Things like this just didn't happen to Edgar Bumber. But each time he looked down, the masked blonde woman was writhing beneath him, a virtual slave.
Bumber was unable to stand the pressure another moment. At home, when no one was around, he jerked-off furiously, and it was this masturbation that now saved him from having a premature emission. He moved, sliding over and on top of the beautiful woman-God! She had to be beautiful!-covering her like a softly warm protective blanket. He was aware of her trembling beneath him, shuddering helplessly, almost out of control, and reaching down with his two hands, the youth drew her unresisting thighs along the sides of his slender, flat hips until the whole of her wetly throbbing vaginal opening was presented to him as a heathenish sacrificial offering. For a long, long, tortured moment the boy held her legs in place and then started to reach down and shove his throbbing cock inside her. At the last moment, he demurred.
She had come to seduce him, but now he was the conqueror. He had promised not to unmask her, but he hadn't promised he wouldn't dominate her, and even if he risked breaking the hold he had on her it would make it all a thousand times more exciting if she were to push his cock into her body, herself. He held his breath and spoke in a whisper, saying, "You put it in, whoever you are. Just fit it right into you, honey."
His hot and heavy breath came flaming from his nostrils in a long, loud gasp as he felt her tinglingly tantalizing hand burrowing without hesitation between their two desire-tensed bodies and her warm fingers closed tightly and firmly around his rigid pylon of flesh. The woman stalled for a brief instant, but a moment later, the young man felt her thumb and forefinger form a ring and slowly tighten around the throbbing head of his penis and then slowly but firmly push up. Bumber loudly gasped, and his lips peeled back over his gritting white teeth as she massaged his cock up and down a moment before finally pressing the moistly sensitive tip of his organ against the poutingly thick and sopping wet opening of her narrow vagina. The young school editor felt her soft, curling pubic hair gently tickling the full heated length of his cock as the organ hung poised for entry between the tightly pulsating lips of her seething pussy. The smoothly heated length, filled as it was with nerves, felt excruciating, and it was all the youth was able to do to keep himself from simply plunging forward and completely burying every last little bit of that heavily throbbing spear standing out between his thighs. He ached to sink it, with a single flesh-splitting thrust all the way up into the inflamingly aroused and impassioned woman's quiveringly throbbing and waiting belly.
BUT HE CONTROLLED HIMSELF.
He controlled himself because deep down he sensed how much she needed his cock, and because he had been dominated by his mother almost all his life, he now felt the need to make a woman servile to him. Even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination, he kept himself back. He realized he was a conqueror at last. He had conquered this woman's body, though she had-as far as he was able to see-come here to merely torment him. She was at HIS mercy, at the complete mercy of his wishes at the present moment, and so he WAITED. He held back the final plunge that would fuse the two of them together into a single great and wetly pulsating mass of fucking flesh. He was wringing from this lovely woman an admission of total surrender that would bind the two of them together far more firmly, in his mind, than if he were to actually marry her.
Irene lay there, unable to understand what was going on in the boy's mind. Still, because she had turned down the sound on the video tape recorder, and what they were saying was not being recorded, it looked as if Edgar Bumber, if not actually seducing the woman, was a willing accomplice to this fornication. She allowed him to take the dominating role because on the videotape it would appear he was, for all his platitudes about celibacy and decency, more than willing to initiate this act between them. So she lay there groaning, making tiny little unintelligible gasps, sounds that seeped from between the tightness of her passion-clenched teeth like strong puffs of heavy steam coming from a laboring locomotive. Her body shuddered and ached with desire, and she was more aware than ever of his youthful form on top of hers. Her thighs were spread even more widely apart now, soddenly wet from a delicious pressure that she, herself had placed there so many, many eons ago.
Though she was the seductress in reality, she hungered.
This wasn't the first time she hungered, but it was the first time she knew for a fact why she hungered. When she had been a young, naive teenager, she had hungered for a steady boy friend, but was unable to find one because, unlike the other girls, she wasn't free and easy with her body.
In her early twenties she had hungered for a man of her own, and sure enough, she had finally landed one. She had landed Ed Norris who was going to prove to her how wonderful sex was, even if he had to marry her to do it. It was a whirlwind courtship and it was a wonderful marriage. She remembered her wedding night very clearly, and how he had been gentle, too gentle, because he had taken a long, long time to snap her hymen, and as a result she had felt considerably more pain than she might have had he entered her quickly and cleanly. The pain went quickly enough, and sure enough, that first night she'd had her first climax. Although it wasn't a strong, overpowering orgasm, it was strong enough for her to want more. The more she had, the more she hungered for.
Her husband eventually divorced her because her hunger for what she termed simple conjugal love was too strong and overpowering. When he left her, she hungered to have him back on any terms, but he refused to return, claiming she was a sex fiend.
Irene had refused to accept that, initially. She felt that what she wanted was merely a wife's right, and not something unreasonable. She hungered for love, and sex was a part of love. She wanted so much to be loved ... she thought.
Now, it was another hunger, and a hunger she was sure of. She hungered for cock, and it gnawed deep inside her tightly contracting belly as if her vagina were an animal's mouth only waiting at last to be fed. Oh yes! She realized she was almost as much a prisoner of this moment as Edgar Bumber.
At the very last moment, restraining himself and keeping himself from ejaculation by sheer willpower, the young man levered himself into a push-up position over the lovely masked woman's slowly undulating body and then looked down. The face beneath the mask was a contortion of indescribably delighted rapture, and the lips of her mouth were pursed into a wet oval with tiny groans of seething pleasure escaping from around the pinkness of her small tongue as it continued circling the outside of her delicate mouth. He looked down between their bodies and saw his massively throbbing stiffness slowly pressing into the soddenly wet folds of her richly open pink pussy. The silken softness of her pubic hairs surrounded the stump-like pole of hardened masculine flesh making a lust-arousing photo he committed to memory that caused his penis to throb involuntarily harder against her body.
"Ummmmmmmmm!" she sighed, her voice emitting a helpless groan of ecstasy as she felt the obscene contact become all the more solid. She was once again ready for the reality of fucking.
The youth began straining with all his might against the all-consuming, overpowering desire to cram his cock forward at the very moment and impale her instantaneously like a helpless prisoner condemned to the stake. But the youth wanted to make her wait a little longer, to suffer. He had heard so much about sex, especially from his friend Marcus, he ached to discover it all. Was it depraved? Perhaps, but who would know? Certainly this woman had no intention of telling anyone. Why he'd be able to do whatever he wished with her, and she would willingly agree, if only for that ultimate moment when he finally did push his penis into her cunt. But not right now! No!
He stared down at the firmness of her meloned breasts, watching the way they swayed out gently from her ribs, and quivering a little, he sighed watching the way they bounced with every gasp coming from the depths of her chest. The sight of those full breasts excited him, and he was determined there had to be more one was able to do with them than merely paw them a little.
God! They were so distracting. They thrilled him, and he had to have them in some way. He tugged his cock from its resting position against the exterior of her inner labia, then slowly began slithering up on her body, moving forward until he was seated on the upper part of her belly. A single-minded desire for what he thought of as depravity, he straddled her with a thigh on either side of her lovely ribs, and then gently nudged the tip of his penis in the deep, narrow cleft between the large, white mounds so that her hot breast-flesh enclosed the organ on both sides.
The youth's hands shook as he reached down and crushed the sweetly resilient softness between his skinny fingers, continually making tiny ridges of white that protruded from between his upper knuckles. With overpowering, lust-bent desire, he continually kneaded and stretched the paps, staring, watching as the skin oozed through his fingers like foam rubber, delightfully soft, and yet springing right back to their voluptuous shape the instant the manipulating pressure eased. He clamped them tightly together so that that met across her delightful torso, flowing over, under, and around his throbbing cock, forming a velvety yielding tunnel for the throbbingly swollen organ. He turned the nipples inward so that they met across the top of his penile flesh and began a very gentle rocking motion. He thrust his entire rigidity through the flaccidly warm channel of breastflesh, enjoying the way the flesh made way for his cock as it slid forward, then seemingly poured right back into place each time he pulled his penis back. Each time he pushed, the gigantic, bulbous carmine head of his throbbing penis appeared at the far end of the delightfully soft, warm tunnel, and soon he was pushing so hard, the tip touched her chin very gently, leaving a little dot of oily moisture each time it touched from the seminal oil that seeped excitedly from the tip in his glans.
The young editor continued the pace of slow rocking between her quivering mammaries for a few minutes, making her shudder with desire to feel that stiff shaft buried in her cunt more than ever. To Edgar Bumber, it appeared as if his penis was still growing and expanding, getting to the point where he was afraid it would eventually erupt into a great, geysering fountain. He knew once that happened, his organ would shrink to near-nothingness for anywhere from twelve to twenty-four hours. So he reluctantly forced himself to sit still for a while and be content with the mere pushing and pulling of his hands at the full softness of her mountainous breasts, enjoying the quivering of the two hobbling mammaries so warmly surrounding his throbbing cock. He tweaked the nipples, rubbing them together against one another over the top of his pulsating penis, watching with a lascivious smile as they jerked and throbbed into even greater stiffness than he had believed it possible for a woman's nipples to grow. At the same time he studied her eyes and her mouth, and whatever parts of her face that were not hidden by the mask for the reaction he was having on her.
Chills blasted through him as he realized what he was doing to her was electrifying.
Her eyes were wide open, all right, but they gazed at him without actually seeing him, a thin, smoky veil of unadulterated passion obscuring her narrowly dilated pupils. She looked as if she were on some kind of drug. Her hips and buttocks behind him bounced insanely through the swishing alfalfa, her rounded, columnar, slightly chunky thighs kicking out, after which her knees would draw back again as if searching for some lover to clamp tightly between them. She was totally out of control and Edgar knew no matter what he did now it wouldn't much matter. Though he would keep his promise not to unmask her, he knew he'd be able to make her perform what he considered to be any kind of degradation his suddenly anxious brain might want to force on her to quell the fire that was raging totally unchecked in the depths of her flaming vagina.
It was almost time to fuck her. Almost-not quite. There was still one more thing he wanted to make her do.
His eyes locked on the fullness of her lovely, sensuous lips, still muttering all kinds of silently incoherent phrases, spewing them out into the air from the pressures of her tortured need. Those lovely lips were wet and gleaming from the way her tongue had swirled constantly around them as she lay almost suffering beneath him, waiting for her desires to be fulfilled. He wanted to cram the full length of his lust-stiffened penis between those lips, and the mere thought made Edgar Bumber shudder, because his mind was already picturing the warmly moist cavern of her lovely mouth closing around his penis, causing it to jerk and almost emit its ejaculation between her delightfully divine breasts.
Bumber moved up a little so that his knees now rested very gently on either side of Irene's neck, and his lengthy penis was throbbing directly over her beautiful, masked face presenting her pretty glazed eyes with a view of the pulsating urethra running inside the flesh, beneath. His sperm-bloated testicles lay very gently against her oil-moistened chin, and Bumber sat perfectly still for a moment, thrilling to the sensation of the soft, warm mounds of her breasts squashed beneath the almost totally flat, small cheeks of his masculine buttocks. He didn't move in order to give her time to adjust to the change in position. He wanted to take it very, very slowly, not knowing whether or not she was going to object to what he wanted her to do. He ached to keep her body mad with desire so that he'd be able to have his will with her completely. She had come to humiliate him, he was sure of it. Now he would debase her.
Bumber placed his two hands gently beneath Irene's head. She had the wig fitted so securely, he still had no idea it wasn't her real hair. Now he lifted her head from the alfalfa, bending her neck toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the throbbing tip of his swollen penis. He pushed forward a little, his twin buttocks rolling on the large cushions of the twin breasts, beneath, the nipples all but cutting into his gluteal flesh. The tip of his angry red penis was now pressing between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he felt the soft lip stick painted surfaces lightly, tinglingly brush gently against the highly sensitive skin that made up his swollen cock-head. He didn't know just what it was that was driving him to do what he still considered to be a highly immoral and depraved act. Certainly if he were married he would never permit his own wife to do something like this. Was it the sight of those full red lips, looking so much like cunt lips? Was it what seemed like this woman's air of experienced debauchery? Edgar Bumber didn't know ... he just didn't know. All he did know was, he had to do this.
Her sudden and immediate acceptance of what he wanted caught the boy completely by surprise, and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight ribbons of her lips formed an oval that tightly closed over the achingly stretched muscle and flesh of his pulsating penis. Oh wow! This was beyond anything he had ever believed possible.
She started using her tongue, slowly at first, drawing his penis deeper into her mouth as the tongue swiped around him, causing his throbbing cock to jerk inside the tightness of her mouth. Her delightful lips were soft and smooth, and they tightly clasped the throbbing lance of his penis enclosing it in an elastic ring, driving him up the wall with their insistent pressure. With almost pained intensity he felt the way her sucking lips slowly moved along the length of his throbbing penis into her mouth. Her oral cave surrounded him with a pool of saliva as well as the sensitive flesh of her palate, and the tenderness of her loving tongue. The youth placed his palms flatly on either side of her lovely hollowing cheeks and pressed inward to add to the excruciating pleasure.
His unknown seductress once again surprised him by proceeding to suck with a moistly nibbling pressure of her teeth and lips, as her swiping tongue continued to lick and lap and curl around the throbbing penis as though she had done this countless times before, making him think she was an experienced feiiatrice. All the hunger burning in the aching depths of her squeezing vagina now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. He pumped his cock deeper, and inadvertently pushed the head of his penis through the ring of her gullet. It buried itself inside, touching new nerve-endings of which she had been fully aware until this moment.
Irene was unable to believe the shocking thrills she felt as the penis pushed in and out of her esophagus. It was massaging those nerve-endings, making her realize it was possible for her to climax with a cock in her throat. That being the case, she was going to finish with Edgar Bumber her and now and not let him use her vagina.
Bumber groaned incoherently above her lovely flailing head, and he pressed his palms all the more tightly against her two cheeks. He wanted to make himself shoot down her throat, aching to see her swallow his sperm. Yes, that would be even better than fucking her, and it Would make her understand that if she came looking for Edgar Bumber again, she would have to understand he would be the boss. But next time he wanted to know who she was. This time he had dominated her, but next time he would totally subjugate her and make her his slave.
He flexed her loins, thrusting his cock all the way in and out of the oval hole that was her lips. seeing how sensual she looked with her mouth puckered around the cock. He continued rolling his flattened buttocks around on the mountains of her softly yielding breasts as if he were attempting to crush them into her chest. He stared, watching almost wild-eyed over her, seeing the manner in which his glistening tube of cockflesh disappeared into the tightness of her clasping lips. Jesus! It was really something. He was fucking her mouth. She wasn't merely sucking his cock, he was actually fucking her mouth. He thrilled to feel the entire length of his penis sinking in, making every nerve he possessed pulsate and throb between her lips and on into the soaking cavity of her saliva-filled mouth.
His loins were growing very hot, and he was heavily perspiring between his skinny thighs, and still the mystery woman-as he thought of her-continued sucking, retaining his cock as a willing prisoner in her gobbling mouth, burying her face in his loins until he knew he was no longer able to restrain himself. The overpowering pressure continuing to build in his testicles as they wickedly slapped against her lovely rounded chin while the woman passionately continued her oral work was delightfully and agonizingly excruciating. It was so unbearable, his throbbing cock seemed to lengthen and inflate beyond anything it had ever done before.
The constant movement of the penile head in and out of her gullet had brought Irene to the end of her tether, as well. Her climax was welling up in her, and if it wasn't quite the overpowering sensation she had enjoyed with Mike Lockridge, it was still more than enough to placate her desire-hungry body. She came, gagging out her orgasm.
For Edgar Bumber there suddenly came an uncontrollable jerking, and then nothing in the world was able to stop the white-hot liquid flow that was rushing from his balls into his cock like Niagara Falls. It came pouring out the tip of his spasming penis.
"OHHHHHHH ... YYYYYEEEEEAAAAA-AARRRRRRGGGGGGHH-HHHHUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH. . . GGGGHHHHAAARRR-RGGGHHHHAAA-UUUWWWWAAANNNGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed.
He gripped her lovely face very tightly between his hands, and shoved his spurting penis ever deeper into her narrow gullet. She groaned beneath him still in the throes of her own orgasm as the first needle-thin spurt of his fiery masculine seminal fluid poured into her pharynx, filling the heatedly moist inner cavity, bloating and stretching her cheeks until they had almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep from choking on the sticky white semen as he continued relentlessly emptying his testicles into the depths of her quivering belly.
Edgar Bumber was convinced he was the only one who had climaxed, and it pleased him to think that this woman had seduced him only to satisfy him, but not herself. He continued shooting his sperm into her until his penis was empty and deflated, and then he pulled his cock from between her lips and fell to the side, totally empty.
He just lay there as Irene stirred and finally got to her feet. She had done a thorough job of sucking the youth's cock, and as a result there wasn't a fleck of sperm on or around her mouth.
Slipping on her dress, Irene turned off the tape machine while Bumber lay face-down in the alfalfa, with his ass sticking up. Then she slipped on her shoes and asked, "Do you still intend to write about me in the school paper?"
"Hell, no!" he gasped. "To begin with, no one would believe what happened here, just now. Second, I'd like seconds, so I can't write about it."
Irene smiled and walked out of the storeroom, unaware she was seen from the other end of the hall by Marcus White, who had stopped by on his way from a movie to see if Edgar wanted to give him a lift home.
CHAPTER SIX
The next day it was spread all over the school that the mystery woman had struck again. Irene knew Edgar Bumber wasn't stupid enough to tell anyone what had happened, but by keeping her mouth shut and listening, she soon discovered Marcus White had seen the mystery woman. No, he wasn't able to make any kind of a positive ID, and though Edgar Bumber denied having been with the woman publicly, it was pretty much accepted that he had indeed been into her.
At the end of the fourth period, Marcus White came into the library without Bumber, and Kathy, the other librarian called him over and began asking questions about the mystery woman.
"To be honest," Marcus told her, rubbing his slightly beaky nose, his rounded cheeks reddening just a little, "she did bear a passing resemblance to you. Miss Surer. Mind now, I only saw her from a distance, but her hair was the same color as yours, and she had golden ringlets. I mean, your own hair is very wavy. That's pretty obvious, isn't it?"
"Was she as tall as I am?" Kathy asked, drawing herself up to her five-feet-five-inches in height.
"Mmmmmmmm. Give or take an inch."
"Well, I'll tell you right now I'm not the woman," Kathy insisted.
"So you say. Who'll believe you, though?"
"Marcus, I'm telling you, I'm not the woman," Kathy insisted.
"Yeah, well I don't care if you're the woman or not. The truth is, I wouldn't mind going out with a chick like you. Miss Surer."
Irene perked up her ears and listened, while seeming to be paying no attention. Tonight she might do something a little different. Not that she had any actual desires for lesbianism. But if this Marcus was supposed to be as smooth as many other boys claimed, he'd be dating Kathy in spite of her preference for men older than herself, not younger.
"Marcus, you can't afford me," Kathy told him.
"Ah, but you're wrong," Marcus replied. "I work on the weekends, and I have about forty bucks saved at the moment. I can take you to a nice place for dinner, and then we can maybe go back to my place."
"Aren't your folks home?" Kathy teased.
"They're in California, on vacation," the boy replied. "How about it, Kathy? Just you and me? Hmmm?"
From the glint in Kathy's eye it was obvious she was about to do a little cock teasing. Irene smiled to herself. Yes indeedy, this was going to be fun.
"I'm warning you now," Kathy told him. "I'm still a virgin, and I intend remaining one, no matter what tricks you try."
"Me?" Marcus asked. "What kind of tricks would I try? I'm glad you're still a virgin."
"Why? So you can play soda jerk and make my cherry pop?"
"Why not! You're playing carpenter by making my banana stand."
"Maybe we'd better forget the whole thing."
"Afraid of me. Miss Surer?" the boy asked.
"All right, Marcus. Pick me up in front of the school at six-o'clock. Then you can take me to eat at Delgado's. After that, we'll see just how convincing you can be. Let me warn you, men almost twice your age have tried ... unsuccessfully."
"Let's just think in terms of having a good time," Marcus said to her. "So what if you're a few years older than I am. I look old enough."
"All right," Kathy nodded. "Remember, in front of the school, at six."
"It's a date," the youth nodded.
Irene smiled to herself. Kathy was going to be very rudely shocked, while Marcus was going to be pleasantly surprised. On top of it all, she was going to get in on the fun, herself."
The rest of the day seemed to crawl by. At three-o'clock. Dr. Albert Kass came into the library, and he smiled at her, almost knowingly, saying, "There's quite a flap about this mystery woman."
"Oh?" Irene asked. "Why tell me?"
"No reason in particular, except that just about everyone else knows the police are going to be staking out the school from no on, making it more difficult for her. They might catch her."
"What feelings, if any, do you have on the subject?"
"I'm on HER side," Kass smiled. "Who is she really hurting? She certainly isn't committing statutory rape. All the boys she's picked on are eighteen. I wish her luck. What about you?"
"Sex," Irene said, "is something I don't discuss."
"No," he smiled, "you just like to read about it. I look forward to our first date, Mrs. Norris," he told her, and walked away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The church bell rang once, signifying it w nine-thirty. It was a cold, frostbitten evening, an anyone with any sense would have stay indoors. The car pulled up in front of Marcus White's house and the woman inside waited. Sh knew Kathy well enough to figure out the blonde intended coming back to Marcus White's house with him and cock-tease him a little, and the walk away, leaving him with a pain in his groin
As she watched, she saw two people, the onl two people out in such cold weather, walking down the block. He was looking at Kathy with lust in his eyes, and Kathy was smiling to herself thinking how she would tease him just enough and then go home. She wouldn't even insist h walk her home. Not that it really mattered. Sh only lived a few blocks away.
Irene slipped out of her car and waited. Her gold wig was tightly pinned to her head, and her new full-face mask was in place. Marcus was no Edgar Bumber. In order to handle him, he would have to be cuffed. So would Kathy. Though she didn't have a second pair of handcuffs, Irene knew she would have no trouble in finding something to restrict the blonde girl's movements.
Stopping in front of the door to his parents' home, Marcus White wrapped an arm around Kathy and pulled the slightly older girl to him. He kissed her, and she kissed back, enjoying this immensely.
"I can't wait to get you inside," he murmured.
"Why wait?" a deep, throaty, sexy feminine voice asked, breaking their mood.
The two looked up, and Marcus whistled softly. Standing nearby, wearing her strapless evening gown was the mystery blonde woman. Her carefully coiffed hair was golden and lustrous, piled high on her head.
"See," Kathy whispered. "I told you I wasn't the woman. Now at least you'll believe me."
In her hand, Irene held the toy Luger, and she was pointing it at the couple.
"Just who the hell are you, really?" Marcus asked, trying to shield Kathy's body with his own.
"Names don't really matter, Marcus," she told him, smiling.
"No?" Marcus asked. "What does matter?"
"What matters is the soreness in your groin, and you know it. We're just going to have to do something about that, and we'll have to do it, tonight."
"You mean, you and me...." Marcus began but was cut off when she said, "I only promise that if the two of you do precisely as I say, not only will no harm come to you, but I think the both of you, especially you, Kathy, will enjoy tonight."
"How do you know all our names?" Kathy asked. "Do I know you?"
"What's important is, I know you. I also know Marcus, just as I know everyone in the school."
"Are you going to rob us?" Kathy naively asked. "We really don't have much money."
"Dear girl, I don't want money. In fact, you made Marcus spend quite a bit of money, tonight. So I'm going to borrow the two of you and see to it he's properly rewarded for all he's spent on you. You see, I have this obsession to make certain things are right. I merely wish to gratify this obsession. I'm certain the two of you will oblige me in seeing things are correct."
"Things? What kind of things?" Kathy asked, frightened.
"You'll understand more clearly in a little while," Irene said, gesturing with the gun. "Now shall we go inside?"
Marcus was not stupid. He didn't believe in trying heroics when a gun was pointed at him. Besides, from what he had heard, the mystery woman was a sex fiend, and he definitely was in the mood to get his nuts off. He didn't care which blonde he buried his cock in, just as long as it was one of them."
He opened the door and turned on the light, and all three walked inside. Irene shut the door behind her, hearing it automatically lock. She then made the other two lead the way to Marcus's bedroom. Once more shutting the door behind her, Irene wasted no time, saying to both of them, "Strip!"
"What?" Kathy suddenly gasped, more afraid of displaying her body to another woman than to the boy, though the idea of showing him her figure didn't exactly please her, either.
"Please don't argue with me or pretend you can't understand what I'm saying," Irene continued in the honey smooth, sexy voice Kathy would never recognize. "If either of you gives me the least little bit of trouble, I may have to pull this trigger. Now both of you, strip!"
"You heard the lady," Marcus said, taking off his coat and tossing it off to the side. Kathy threw her own coat on top of his. Little by little they removed all their garments, with Marcus staring at Kathy's body the entire time, developing an erection of more-than-average proportions as he gazed at her.
"Now that you're both undressed," Irene said, "Kathy, I want you to lie down on the bed."
"Just how do you know our names and know so much about us?" Marcus White asked.
"I ask questions during the day," Irene replied, knowing it was an answer to stymie the two of them.
Kathy lay down on the bed, her full and swollen breasts with their pink nipples and roseates falling back into her body. Her breasts looked much larger now that she was naked than when she had been dressed. Irene noted Kathy obviously wore special brassieres to make her breasts look smaller without making them look flat. This was something she would have to look into, sometime in the future. Each areola seemed to be the size of a pink dessert plate, a soft tea rose color, completely circling and surrounding a solid nubbin of nipple, already half-enlarged because the girl was aroused with fright.
"Marcus, use her pantyhose to tie her wrists above her head to the bed's headboard," the mysterious blonde insisted, and so the half-amused, half-frightened eighteen-year-old youth tied Kathy's wrists to the meshed headboard of the bed.
"Keep those thighs spread wide apart," Irene said, her voice very insistent, and the terrified Kathy parted the solid shanks of her thighs, revealing the lush golden patch covering her pelvis, as well as the rich folds of thick labial flesh, beneath.
"Marcus," Irene said to the youth, pointing the toy pistol at him as she stared at the large, thick penis dangling between his thighs. Though still somewhat soft, it was more than five inches in length. When it finally stiffened it would look like something to be used on a cow elephant. "Down on the floor, on your belly," Irene insisted.
Slowly, careful not to make any sudden moves, Marcus White got down on the floor and lay flat on his belly. The masked blonde woman rummaged through his drawer until she found a silk tie and decided it was better to use the tie than the cuffs. Kneeling on his buttocks, she shoved the pistol against his anus and told him to cross his wrists behind his back. When the youth did this, she slipped a loop she had made in the silk tie over his wrists, and bound them together, tightly.
Getting to her feet, she let Marcus roll onto his back and look at her as she slowly, sinuously undressed, revealing a perfect" feminine shape. Her breasts were as large as if not larger than, Kathy's. Her own tan aroelae and nipples j contrasted nicely with the pink ones attached to Kathy.
"Now," she said to Marcus, "it's time for you to get up on your feet."
He rose and stared at her naked perfection, his eyes almost popping out of his head. She was a little plump, though the roundness of her belly had no fat in it, but was merely a natural curvature to an otherwise flat plane. As Irene watched, his penis hardened, levitating to a solidly stolid erection. From the look of pain on his face it was obvious Kathy had teased the hell out of him during dinner, giving him a case of turquoise testicles with the intent of doing absolutely nothing to relieve him. To Irene, this was cruel and total degradation.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," she insistently ordered, and Marcus sat on the corner of the bed, watching as this mysterious lady with the plumply lush body moved to the other side of the bed, thereby giving him an opportunity to study the two naked bodies at once. She knew he liked what he saw.
"Now I want you to do precisely as I order," Irene said to him. "Knell on the floor, and start kissing Kathy's thighs." Without hesitation Marcus did as he was ordered, his lips kissing the top of the blonde girl's left thigh, making her shudder.
"Now move up to her mouth and go on kissing her lips," Irene insisted.
Wriggling higher, bypassing Kathy's lush breastworks, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth hungrily to Kathy's. Their tongues automatically intertwined, dueling furiously, moving back and forth from inside one mouth to the other. In the meantime, Irene was lightly rubbing her palm against Kathy's right thigh, feeling the solid pillarly column tense under her fingers. As she continued smoothing her palm across the soft flesh, she noted Kathy was automatically separating her thighs, opening them wider, surrendering to the sensations of kisses and caresses. Though Irene had no intention of becoming directly involved in any kind of lesbianic relationship, she did have a certain amount of curiosity as to why men were so fascinated with female vaginas, and so she allowed her fingers to move slowly to the center of honeyed pinkness, watching the way Kathy's vaginal lips shuddered with anxiety. It was obvious that even if Marcus had not been able to put his hands on the woman, Kathy had teased other men by allowing them to caress her breasts, possibly even allowing some men to go as far as to suck her nipples at one time or another. But this was the first time fingers had ever ventured into her sexual monastery. It kind of titillated Irene, not so much in a sexual sense, but merely because she knew hers were the first fingers to "violate" the unbreachable entrance to Kathy's feminine tunnel. Her fingers were already there, touching lightly, making the girl wriggle and squirm with thrillingly aroused passion as she continued kissing the nakedly bound Marcus White. The naturally blonde girl was panting all the more heavily now, as the dark, blonde-wigged Irene's moving fingers continued teasing her wispy strands of golden pelvic hair.
In the yellow incandescent ceiling light of the room, Irene was able to see the creamy pyramids that were Kathy's swollen breasts continually rising and falling as her heavy panting appeared to make her richly pink nipples continually expand and contract. The breast points seemed to swell and enlarge a bit more each time, and shrink a little less with each exhalation. like tiny bullets they stood straight up, as if waiting to be fired.
"Now you can start sucking her breasts," Irene said to Marcus, and the handsome youth allowed his mouth to slide away from Kathy's puckered lips as his head slowly dipped until his lips finally came into contact with the girl's left nipple. Kathy shuddered and gasped, feeling his tongue and lips play on a nipple she had initially intended allowing him to see, and perhaps finger, but not kiss. She continued writhing, wriggling and squirming, for a moment almost forgetting the presence of the mysterious masked woman in the room. Her bright eyes were glassy as she continued shuddering, and her body was filled with passionate arousal that had only just begun to subside before the appearance of the mystery woman, because the truth was, even though Kathy liked to cock-tease, each time she did it, she became more and more passionately involved, herself. It was getting harder and harder for her to make men stop, and now it was even more difficult. Christ! Just because she didn't sport a pair of balls didn't mean she didn't go into heat. How many times had she really wanted to let go and allow some man to bury his cock in her cunt, but had restrained herself, thinking the man she married would want a virgin. She remembered the warning of an old-maid aunt, who had once said, "Let a man sample the milk, and he'll go on doing so without buying the cow." Kathy considered herself a "cow for sale," and not a milk dispensary.
Irene sat there and watched the inner reactions of the two of them coming to the fore, and she smiled, this time knowing she would not only be pleasing herself and some male, but would bring some inadvertent happiness to Kathy, as well, and perhaps change her attitudes toward men.
She watched Marcus continue to suck and tongue Kathy's nipples, his oral organ sliding across the solidly rubbery tip of swollen nipple, noting how Kathy's bit of spiky flesh hardened all the more as it expanded between his clamped teeth. Only this time when the nipple expanded, it didn't contract. It remained erect. She noticed how the young man rubbed his cheeks on Kathy's body, moving his own body around so the cheek was pressing against her other nipple, which from the massage of his face had also stiffened.
Irene felt herself slowly becoming aroused and excited watching all this foreplay. Soon now, very soon she would become a part of it. This time she wasn't going to be the one fucked, but she had every intention of reaching orgasmic satisfaction before allowing the youth to penetrate Kathy with his solid masculine stylus. At the present time her fingers were resting inside the tightly leaking hollow of the young blonde's twitching pussy.
Unable to resist, Irene pressed with her finger, pushing it a little deeper into the tightly sucking resistance of Kathy's suckingly slurping pussy. The young blonde shivered and gasped, making Irene understand her cunt had never previously been penetrated by anything. What a foolish, foolish female. This was a situation Irene intended remedying. Kathy gasped again.
"Are you all right?" Marcus was heard to ask as he lifted his mouth from Kathy's expanded nipple.
"She's just fine," the masked woman answered for Kathy, and with her gun hand she pushed the handsome high school senior's head back down to Kathy's breast. She noted how his mouth opened instinctively and took in the ripeness of the solidly wet nipple again and again. In fact, his mouth now opened even wider, swallowing the completely swollen fleshy delight of Kathy's large, swollen mammary, delighting in the taste of it as he pulled as much flesh into his mouth as possible. It made the aroused Irene that much hotter to see this.
She stared as Marcus White's nibbling teeth chewed very gently into the fullness of Kathy's teat. It made her feel that much more aroused, and so she pushed her forefinger a little bit deeper into the sucking tightness of Kathy's never-before-entered vagina, worming it around and around inside the grasping tightness, listening to the sounds of liqueous sucking made by the young blonde's vaginal membranes. Kathy was an extremely fortunate girl. She was the kind of female who lubricated very heavily, and her sucking inner cavern was a grotto of simmering puddled warmth, almost eagerly accepting the finger. Kathy's full and round buttocks were now bouncing wildly on the bed, but the masked woman continued pressing her forefinger a little deeper into the blonde's churning vaginal well. Irene shoved a little bit harder, feeling the young Kathy's fiery vaginal cauldron suck hard, drawing her finger in a bit deeper, all but smothering said finger with the pressure of her crushing vaginal walls. Irene felt the slithery outpourings of thick. oily, viscous fluid, continually lubricating the way for her moving finger, making the tight penetration a little less difficult.
There it was, as Irene had suspected all along. Her fingertip was now touching the hymeneal barrier stretched from one vaginal wall to the other. The barrier of tissue prevented her from sinking her finger any deeper. Kathy even gasped and jumped a little when the masked woman's reaching finger actually touched her tender hymen, letting both, Irene, and Marcus White know she was feeling something other than the insanely rutting heat continually pervading her body.
Slowly, the mysterious masked woman carefully drew her probing finger back until it was almost out of Kathy's cunt, and then she gently pushed it right back in again. She began sawing it back and forth, making the pretty blonde woman shudder and quiver with anxiety.
Kathy's heavy panting and gasping urged Marcus to suck even harder as his wide-open mouth clogged itself with the weighty flesh of her mammary. But the masked woman obviously still had other ideas, and with a finger still stuck in Kathy's teeming, dribbling vagina, she used her gun hand to grab the school senior by his hair, tugging his head away from the heavily swollen and sodden breast, forcing him to kiss his way down Kathy's belly.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Kathy gasped.
"Letting you know what it feels like to have a man's tongue delving into your vagina," Irene replied, her voice dripping with aroused sexiness.
"No!" Kathy gasped. "Oh no! I've never allowed a man's hand to touch me down there. I certainly don't think it proper for a mouth to touch me there."
Even Marcus was a little surprised by what this mysterious woman wanted him to do. Not that he was some kind of novice when it came to what he euphemistically termed muff-diving, but it had been a little while since he had gone this route with a female, and with a female like Kathy he had never really hoped to get this far-at least not on the first date. Even without this woman's help, he figured if Kathy, who was between five and seven years older than himself, allowed him to take her out enough times, sooner or later he would have gotten into her by himself. Not that he was going to refuse the masked woman, but it was almost a blow to his ego that he needed any kind of assistance.
"Let's stop wasting time," Irene insisted. "To make you a little more comfortable you'll have to have a pillow pushed under your behind."
"Well I can't do it," Marcus reminded her. "My hands are tied, literally."
"I'll take care of it," Irene snapped at him, tugging her finger from the dripping depths of
Kathy's tight pussy with a soft "pop."
Taking the two pillows from the head of the bed, she prodded Kathy to dig her heels into the mattress and raise her fulcrum and then stuffed the two pillow underneath. Now the blonde girl was bent a little, sort of like an arch, with her head and her feet dangling onto the mattress, and her arms still bound to the headboard. It put a little strain on her shoulders, but it was nothing she wouldn't be able to bear for the present. Her pelvis was thrust straight up, revealing the lush pinkness of her simmering vaginal interior.
Irene smiled, seeing the way Marcus White's mouth was already beginning to water as he stared into the delightful tunnel between Kathy's pouting cunt lips, enjoying her helplessness to prevent what was happening to a point where he almost forgot he was also a captive. The masked woman realized the youth was hungry to begin his vaginal mastication, and was, in point of fact more than happy to do so without having Kathy struggle and put up some kind of a fight. But she had a real surprise for him. She was going to give him a double feast.
Climbing up on the bed, Irene carefully sat down on Kathy's quivering belly while facing away from the girl and looking down at Marcus White's straight hair. Though she was a slightly chunky female, she knew Kathy would be able to bear her weight without any undue discomfort-for a little while, anyway.
She moved until her own vagina was lined up directly with that of Kathy's, feeling the other female's blonde pelvic hair scrub her own ass-cheeks. From what she was able to see in a dresser mirror across the room, the central line of her vaginal crack was directly above that of Kathy's, on a straight line with that of the young blonde, so it appeared as if their labia were almost a single pair of cunt lips with a long vertical slit running from the top of Irene's vagina right down to the bottom of Kathy's pussy with a horizontal line bisecting it all, halfway.
"Now," Irene ordered, pointing her toy Luger at the still-bound Marcus. "Suppose you begin eating."
Slowly the youth approached the two feminine bodies, staring almost wild-eyed into their twin pussies. Oh man, it was one terrific sight. He noted immediately that the masked woman's cunt lips were slightly fuller and more swollen, the inner labia appearing to be a slightly richer coral. True, she wasn't leaking as much lubrication as Kathy, but then she hadn't had any of the strong physical stimulation Kathy had received.
As his face moved closer to the masked woman's scintillating pussy, and he was able to smell a delicately faint and aromatic scent, he found the thrilling essence filling his nostrils, making him delightfully woozy. The pussy was exceedingly clean, yet it was free of any artificial odors, and it made Marcus starved as he realized how hungry he was to get to work on this lovely cunt. Jesus! What a fantastically tantalizing and rich aroma.
His wiggling nose moved a little lower, and now he sniffed at Kathy's seething pussy. There was just the littlest hint of fishiness, but a few licks would get rid of that.
Irene squirmed a little, feeling Kathy's hair-covered pelvis wriggle beneath the cushions of her buttocks. She had her knees on the mattress, and pressed down on them to help keep her weight from Kathy's pubis, thereby making the blonde a little more comfortable. She was very, very aware of what Kathy was feeling at this moment. Right now she sensed Marcus's breath tickling her aroused and anxious cunt lips. Good Lord! He had better get that tongue working, and soon.
Looking down, she watched the youth's face moving slowly forward, and then his lips were kissing her pouting labia, lightly. OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDD! It felt so unbelievably fantastic. Pity all those virginal old maids who went through life with a bible and a cat to comfort them, never knowing the goodness of the flesh.
Her eyes looked down the length of Marcus's back, staring past his spine. She was clearly able to see what an excellent job she had done of knotting the tie around his wrists. There was absolutely no way he'd be able to work that Italian silk loose. The harder he tugged and pulled, the tighter the knot became.
The youth paused for a moment, lifted his face and turned it to the side to spit out a hair, after which his face pushed itself between her plump thighs as he pressed his nose and mouth directly between her open labia, lapping the sweet savoriness her vagina emitted. From the way his flickering tongue continually lashed into her anxious tunnel, she realized how much the youth was enjoying himself. Let him lick and eat and slurp the two of them and compare. Let him enjoy the savoriness of the blonde woman he had dated, at the same time lapping her own fluids-those of a woman whose cunt he would never eat again. She was certain the youth realized this was going to be one of the high points in his life. After this, it would be difficult for him to be satisfied with a single pussy, but other men were content, and there was no reason why this man ought not to be.
Marcus White was lapping furiously, feeling his tongue slide into a blistering, burning cavern just now beginning to send its flaming oil out to coat his furiously working oral organ. He continued lapping thirstily, and then, after a moment let his tongue slide down and move into the pulsing purse of the blonde girl he had dated that evening.
"HHHHAAAAAAAUUUUUUNNNNNNG-GGGGHHHHHHH!" Kathy shudderingly gasped, and if her wrists hadn't been bound, she'd have crammed a fist into her mouth to keep herself from crying out. The enticing thrills of the high school boy's plunging tongue, slurping in and out, while lapping up and down, working through her heated tunnel as it tasted her continually outpouring secretions was a tingling thrill Kathy had never imagined to exist.
The blonde vowed this was something else she would allow men to do to her from now on, even if she didn't want to permit penetration. This felt good, really good.
Marcus was enjoying himself immensely, licking and slurping away as never before. One cunt was like nectar, the other like honey, and he continued licking wildly between them, allowing his tongue to start at the bottom of Kathy's seething pussy, then lick all the way to the top of the masked woman's quivering vagina. He seemed unable to get enough of the fluids the two females were leaking, and though he had to admit Kathy did indeed have a savory cunt, he was well aware it was not quite as good when compared to the pussy directly on top of it. A cunt like this deserved a good cock, and he wondered if the masked woman would allow him to fuck her. It really didn't make sense for her to have to go out and steal thrills.
The youth's tongue began flicking over both clitorises, licking each one in turn madly, watching the two split-pea-sized organs swell and enlarge. The clitoris of the masked woman had grown to its full length and was just large enough for him to suck between his lips as it peeped out from the hidden fold of frenulum covering it. It seemed to be trying to reach itself out even farther and longer, stretching toward the rasping tongue that was giving it so much delightful pleasure. Irene quivered as she thrilled to the feeling of his tongue scooping into her tight little hole, pulling out the hidden reserves of pussy juice, within. It took all her willpower to keep her from bouncing on Kathy's pelvis, only too well aware she might easily crack the younger woman's pelvic bone if she slammed her buttocks down too hard.
Marcus White licked at Kathy's seething pussy again, continuing to taste the heady and delectable flow of bubbling pussy oil she continually emitted. He noted how long and thick her clitoris was now that it had grown, as well. It appeared to extend itself almost three-quarters of an inch, and was twice as thick as that of the masked woman. He was actually able to pull it into his mouth and suck on it, just as he had sucked on her nipples a few minutes earlier.
Even with Irene on top of her, Kathy reached out with her thighs, seeking to enclose the man, and so he reached under her and squeezed her lush ass-cheeks with his pressuring hands. Hell! He might just as well get the most from this experience. Marcus was only too well aware of the chances of his enjoying two women at the same time, again. Certainly he'd never get two women' as luscious as these two at the same time, again. So he squeezed hard, and the rubbery pillow-like cheeks of Kathy's cushioned buttocks surrendered to the pressure of his squeezing fingers, and he sensed her starting to churn and buck, realizing she was enjoying all this whether or not she cared to admit it, verbally.
To the young boy, this was his idea of nirvana. Christ! Imagine having two pussies at the same time to suck. To him, all cunts had tasted the same-until now. Now, for the first time he was beginning to realize there was a difference between vaginas. This was the first time he was truly able to make a definite comparison. Oh wow! What a delectable pair of pussies. Two clam-like interiors, both raw, both filled with juicy liquid, both fragrant, but above all, tasty.
Irene quivered and bucked as she felt him ram his face all the deeper into her own womanly abyss. The youth pressed his working tongue all the way in, as if attempting to actually fuck her with it. She felt her simmering lubrication oozing out and splashing all over the youth's face, dampening his cheeks, inundating his eyebrows, washing his eyelids, even smearing across his forehead. He licked into her cunt as if he was scooping honey from a hive, gobbling like a starving bear.
His delving tongue returned to attack the tiny bead of her shimmering clitoris, and Irene let out an involuntary screech, crunching her teeth together to keep herself from shrieking. But she was completely unable to control the tightening of her body, and so she let the boy know just how strongly he was getting to her. She felt him squash the flat of his rubbing tongue against her tiny, extended clitoral pearl, and then it moved up and down as her body began struggling to keep itself from bouncing too hard. Then she quivered even more violently as, while still sucking her clitoris, he moved his head a little lower and massaged the little bud with his nose as his tongue probed into the narrow tightness of her seething center.
Feeling the unbelievable pressure on his tongue, Marcus marveled at how incredibly tight this woman was. Had it not been for all the stories circulating in school, he would have sworn she was a virgin. Even as he thought all this, he probed harder and deeper with his tongue, then pulled the organ out, moved his face lower, and jammed the same tongue into Kathy's leaking cunt. He heared the young woman yelp and pushed his tongue even further in, dredging and digging until the tip actually touched her hymen. This made Kathy start to bounce, and he had to press his forehead against Irene's buttocks, forcing her to stay against Kathy's body to keep Kathy from bouncing too hard. But Kathy dug her heels into the bed and lifted her own ass off the two pillows beneath. Marcus smiled to himself, then let his tongue slide between the crack of her ass-cheeks as he began licking the little prune-like pucker of her ass-hole.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!" the young blonde woman gasped, and she slammed her ass-cheeks down, almost trapping his face between her buttocks and the pillows, beneath. Her ass-cheeks had clamped tightly around his tongue, not wanting to release it, and when he licked a little more furiously, she bounced a little harder.
"Mmmmmmmaaaaaarrrrrrcuuuuuusssssss...." Kathy's voice squeaked. "Ohhhhhh ... uuuunnnnhhhhh ... it feels so crazy ... so wild ... ohhhhhhhhh ... in my assssssss...."
She raised her buttocks again and Marcus's tongue slipped out just in time as she slammed those ass-cheeks solidly against the pillows, thereby making the mattress tremble and the bedsprings squeak out their loud protest.
Marcus's tongue slithered back up again and sank itself into the simmering tightness of Irene's quivering cunt. He wanted to lap at her ass, too, but the way she was kneeling, she didn't have the leverage to offer him her ass-hole. So he contented himself with moving his tongue from one pussy to the other, letting it delve into one swamp, then sink into the other morass, taking the time to use his lips on each clitoris, in turn, as well.
Kathy was continually bouncing and shuddering while the masked Irene continued working her buttocks circularly, also trembling with ecstatic delight.
Irene gasped as she felt his tongue taking the time to probe deeper and deeper between her shuddering cunt lips. His oral digit worked itself in and out, in and out, moving like a cock, corkscrewing around inside and lapping wantonly at her cuntwalls, drinking all the delightful musk oil she was emitting. Then the lingual organ would slide out and once more lick at the vellicating bubble of pink clitoris, making her shudder and gasp all the more. She was concentrating more on the masked woman than on Kathy at the moment, and both females were well aware of it. Yet, it was the only way if he intended making either one of them climax.
"Oooooooonnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh..." the shuddering masked woman groaned, her knees and shins pressing all the more firmly into the mattress to help keep her weight of the bouncing Kathy.
Marcus felt he was in a bit of a quandary. If he made her pinnacle now, she might accidentally fire that gun while in the throes of orgasm. On the other hand, if he failed to make her climax, she might blow his head off out of spite.
Irene stared up at the ceiling, lying back just a little, her spine supported by Kathy's large breasts. She tightened her thighs around Marcus's face, unable to keep herself from putting more weight on Kathy's body as she began a series of horizontal twists, wriggling and squirming from side to side, being careful not to slide off the female on whom she rested.
She was aware Marcus sensed her craving need for more of his working tongue, and thrilled to feel him slash the lingual organ through the tender inner causeway of her steaming pussy. He tugged his tongue out again but merely to lap at her swollen clitoris and make her shudder all the more. Her thighs were pressing all the more tightly around his aching skull, applying more and more pressure, almost trying to crack the bone as if it were an eggshell.
Then Irene's body went completely rigid. She jammed her gun hand into her tightly clamped mouth, but it wasn't good enough as Marcus, even with her thighs clamped around his ears. heard, "EEEEEEYYYYYYUUUUUUMMM-MMMPHHHHHHAAA A A A AW WWW W-WWWWAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHMP-HHHHRRRRGGGGHHHHMHHH!"
She began climaxing insanely as she fired spurt after spurt of heady lubrication into his mouth and face, washing it, completely.
Rolling to the side and pushing with her feet against Marcus's shoulders, the trembling Irene gasped, "Enough! Enough! No more for me. Now it's Kathy's turn."
"You want me to eat her to an orgasm, too?" the perspiration-covered youth inquired.
"No," Irene told him, rolling off the bed, moving over to the dresser to stand well clear of what was happening.! I think we've had enough of this preliminary sparring. It's time for the two of you to get down to the main event."
"What are you talking about?" Kathy gasped, her head still hanging down on the mattress because of the way the pillows were crammed under her rump.
"I'm talking about a good, solid fucking. Marcus, take a good look at that cunt. It's virgin cunt."
"I know," he nodded. "I felt her cherry with my tongue."
He turned his face to look at the dripping pink hole between Kathy's shuddering white thighs, and he was actually salivating. His solidly swollen penis was twitching from side to side as long and sticky threads of oily lubrication dripped from the tiny hole in the head toward the floor.
"What are you trying to say?" Kathy asked, feeling scared.
"This is the last time the cunt at which this boy is now staring will remain a virgin pussy. He's going to dehymenize you and teach you the glories of fucking. Marcus, shove that cock of yours into that cunt. . . now!"
"Oh no!" Kathy shouted, her voice all but screaming. "Marcus, don't do it! Don't take my virginity. I have to save it for my future husband."
"You have a choice," Irene hissed at Kathy, raising the Luger and pointing it between the blonde woman's legs. "You can either be shot by my gun, or Marus's. I think you'll find Marcus's considerably less painful and a lot more fun."
"Why are you doing this?" Kathy cried out.
"How old are you, Kathy?"
"I'm in my early twenties."
"You're still a virgin? My Lord! This is ridiculous. Perhaps if you were eight or ten years younger I might agree you ought not to lose that stupid membrane. But you've been dating men for the longest time now, and you've been teasing them into erection, and then saying goodbye to them. You claim to be preserving that useless hymen for one man, but the way you're going, you'll never meet that one man. Instead of enjoying life to the fullest until you meet the guy, you've been making men miserable, and yourself miserable. Virginity is a myth that was fine for an unmarried girl twenty-five years ago, and before. Today the real sin is in not gaining some kind of enjoyable experience beforehand. Well even though Marcus is just a high school senior, that cock of his is man-sized, and it's going to be used to take that useless cherry from you. What's more, he'll fuck you until you learn what it's like to have a climax, because I'll be here at least until your first climax. I'm betting that after this, you'll be a regular bunny in bed with all the men you date. This is one time you're going to give value for the money spent on you."
"Oh good God! No!" Kathy gasped.
"Oh good God, yes!" Irene snapped at her. "What's more, in the future, do you know why you'll allow men to fuck you? Because it'll feel so good you'll be all but begging them to do it."
"I'll never beg!" Kathy insisted.
"You just wait and see," Irene told her, smiling at her with a broad, white-toothed grin. "Now the time has come for all this talk to stop and for the fucking to begin. I'm not in the mood for arguments, and I'm certain Marcus is more than willing to oblige."
"Please," Kathy begged. "Don't force him to do this to me."
"But don't you see," Irene replied, "I have to. He's much too much of a gentleman to force himself on you, otherwise. But with my gun as an excuse, he'll be only too glad to fuck you. Now, no more preliminaries. Marcus, mount and enter!"
Irene stared at the blood-bloated organ that was Marcus White's throbbing penis. It was the kind of cock she would have loved to have used on herself, but this blonde bitch needed a good lesson. The tongue-climax she had received ought to be enough to keep her content, at least for tonight.
Irene knew Marcus was not going to argue with her about the fucking of Kathy, and Kathy was vain enough to see he didn't report it to the police. He wanted to feel his powerfully rigid penis working its way into the tightness of the younger school librarian for some time. She had often heard many of the boys discussing what they would love to do to Kathy when they thought no one was listening.
The boy's eyes stared at the lovely blonde patch beneath which the wetly shimmering pink lips of Kathy Surer delicately shimmered. Oh man! He had to admit it was a nice-looking pussy, all right. The pink was a healthy color, and not the pale pink he had seen in some other womens' cunts ... well, girls' cunts. This was the first woman he would ever fuck. Christ! What an absolute work of art. He had to admit only the masked woman had a better-looking cunt, though not by much. Right now, Kathy's dripping hotbox was something stunningly gorgeous to behold, magnetically keeping his eyes locked on them. It was a lush, rich, beautiful slash cut into the delicate fulcrum between her shuddering white thighs. The lips pouted so beautifully, they seemed to be twitching with the ability to urge him to sink his stiffness into her.
His thoughts were mental images of hungering lasciviousness. He knelt between the lovely Kathy's white, solid thighs, and then he waited as Irene walked over after having put the pistol away, using her two hands to spread Kathy's thighs even wider, exposing the total and complete wonder of the blonde's inner vaginal labia, allowing his hungry eyes to take them in and feast on them.
"Go right on in, Marcus," the masked woman told him, insistently, a smile on her face. "This is something the two of you are really going to enjoy, so why put it off any longer. This is your dream, Marcus, the dream of every boy in that high school-to fuck Kathy. Go on and do it!"
With her hands the masked woman forced Kathy's thighs even farther apart as the youth launched himself forward. She reached down with her hand and guided the youth's pulsating penis into the tightly straining vagina. The aroused magenta knob was barely parting the richly pink lips of the blonde's teeming cunt, and Kathy, loudly weeping and shuddering, was well aware that her time as a virgin was at an end. She gasped out loud, turning her head violently from side to side, her blonde hair moving this way and that Her swollenly large, hobbling breasts seemed more vibrantly alive than ever, for even though Kathy's mind still refused to accept what was happening, her body was eagerly looking forward to it.
"Don't fight it, Kathy," the brunette whispered as Marcus kissed her mouth lightly. "You'll find that if you accept this and relax your interior, the pain will be over before you know it."
Had Marcus's hands been free, he might have been able to lean forward and better balance himself and thereby knife his cock more insistently into her, a swift attack rupturing her hymen that much more surely. But his wrists were tightly bound behind him, and slowly, gently, carefully, he wedged his anxious glans a little deeper into the tightly squeezing rubbery narrowness of the never-before-plundered cunt. Kathy's whitely trembling thighs were already adjusting, pressing against the boy's hips in the hope she might be able to keep the youth from hurting her too much as he continued inching his way forward. But there seemed to be no way for her to exert pressure on him without pulling him forward and into her even more deeply. Her warmly succulent tunnel clenched its walls anxiously together now, for even though she denied wanting it now, her vagina was more than anxious to feel the throbbing pole separating its tissues and driving firmly into it.
Marcus moved forward a little more, and Irene grabbed his cock to prevent it from slipping out, adjusting its angle once again, making certain it was going directly into Kathy without pressing too much into either of her side walls. Little by little the penis inched its way into the blonde, the weighty organ pressing its head ever deeper into the womanly nave, feeling how tightly her vaginal walls constricted around his weighty lance.
Kathy, totally unused to all that was happening to her, felt the weight of the boy's pressuring cock as it forced her narrow inlet to open even wider as he continued shoving more and more of it into her. She shuddered, terrified, expecting to feel unbelievable pain at any instant, and was more than pleased to find the hurt was really a minor annoyance as thrilling sensations continued tickling the inner vestibule of her seething womanhood. Now she became a bit anxious, knowing there was no way of restraining Marcus. She was about to lose her virginity, and being a level-headed young lady, decided to enjoy whatever there was for her to enjoy. She waited, holding her breath, feeling the youth continue to inch his mighy pole into the tightness of her, stretching her.
"Hhhhhuuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhh!" she loudly gasped, her-shuddering body jumping as the tip of his weighty penile knob began to press against her elastic hymen.
The pleased Irene, watching all this, was easily able to guess what was happening. She saw Marcus stopping for a moment, then he looked down at Kathy again, and said, "Okay, honey, get ready, because here it comes."
Kathy took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, then nodded, and said, "Go on! Do it!"
"Here we go, sweetheart!" the boy announced, and withdrawing his hips slightly, he shoved forward.
"AAAAAAHHHHHAAAAN-NNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" Kathy gasped, as the youth's plundering organ stretched her elastic hymen without actually tearing it.
Kathy had expected to feel overpowering torment at this point and was pleasantly surprised to feel a stinging, but no actual agony. It was unquestionably uncomfortable, but it didn't really hurt. The discomfort began to increase as the boy steadily pushed his throbbing penis deeper, stretching her maidenhead all the more.
The hymen was extremely elastic and yielding, which was why there was no real torture for the blonde woman, but at the same time it appeared as if it had no intention of snapping. Marcus continued pushing, stretching the hymen even more, and soon he was just about all the way in, with perhaps a half-inch left to go. Then, just like that, the irritating discomfort inside Kathy stopped as something inside seemed to give up and break. The blonde woman began writhing and twisting, but not because of any feeling of pain. Instead a flood of enjoyment began pouring through her vagina, filling her totally as the solid male organ rammed that last half inch, filling the blonde up, completely. The fiery squeezing fist of the young woman's squish y pussy gripped his throbbing cock all the more tightly.
The anxious Irene, now standing behind them, stared at the way the throbbing penis buried itself in the blonde woman's hole, right up to the testicles, and realized that this was the way she looked with a penis crammed inside her.
"Perfect!" she finally murmured. "It's done. Marcus, finish the job and claim your reward."
With her gun pointed at Kathy's head, she untied the pantyhose and freed the latter's hands, then she found a pocket knife in Marcus's pants and cut the tie around his wrists. He was too deeply implanted to want to jump off Kathy and come after her. Besides, she had the gun out again, and it looked real enough to prevent anyone from trying to jump her. "Fuck!" she ordered.
For the first time in her life Kathy began to understand what the masked woman was trying to get across to her. The penis inside her filled an emptiness and suddenly made her understand just what it was she had been missing all these years. Never before had anything in her life felt so thrillingly important, and so deliciously imperative.
"All right," Kathy gasped. "You're in me. Finish the job. Fuck me!"
"You bet," Marcus nodded, chafing his wrists to bring back the circulation.
"Just make it good," Kathy warned.
The blonde shuddered, feeling how her seething vagina contained every last little millimeter of the youth. There was already a warmly throbbing pressure deep inside her as her gripping tissues, like some kind of membraneous glove, clung longingly to the weighty lance of his hard prick meat moving in and out of her.
Irene, completely unnoticed by the couple on the bed, stood behind Marcus White's pumping ass, quietly dressing, now. She had not only satisfied herself tonight, but had done what she considered to be a good deed. She knew there was no way the two of them would uncouple until this was ail over.
Slowly, carefully, not wanting to cause the blonde Kathy any additional pain, the youth pushed his stolid penis slowly forward, then began easing it back and out of her creaming vagina only to carefully power it right back into her again, making the lovely blonde gasp with delight. He used long, poweringly solid strokes, and every pore in the youth's body screamed at him to let go and flood the woman's cunt with his white semen. Precisely how his mind managed to control his testicles was something he would never understand. Once in awhile he had to shift and change his position inside her to keep himself from blasting off before the woman was ready. Secretly, he was hoping if he made it good enough for her, she'd let him into her again, at a future date. His massively thick phallus continued to repeatedly plunge into the heatedly sucking depths of her flooding pussy. It stroked back through her tenderly gentle, finger-like vaginal titillations only to once again sink itself into her wetly sucking womanly grove. He felt throbs shooting through his penile tip as the cock moved with greater pressure against her blistering four walls, and when he sank his penis all the way in, he actually felt it touch the entrance to her womb before sliding past the cervix into the deepest part of her.
"Yesssssss...." Kathy hissed. "Yesssssss ... Marcusssssss ... it's wonderrrrrfulllllll ... don't stop now ... keep on doing it ... aaaaaahhh ... sink it in again and againnnnnn ... fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck
"You have ... oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh ... such a great. . . aaaaannnnnhhhhh ... cunt, Kathyyyyyy...." the boy gasped, and then slammed his mouth against hers, kissing her solidly, letting her taste the multitudinous secretions he had lapped from the depths of her cunt, earlier, along with the flavorful remnants coming from the vagina of the other woman, the masked one with the gun. Not once did he slow his pace as he continued punching his long, hard cock into her again and again.
Kathy peeled her lips from those of the young man, and said, "I can feel ... uuuunnnnnhhhhh ... the terrific way it fills me ... Marcussssss ... it feellllll gooooood ... mmmmmmmm . . I'm ... unnnnhhhh ... going to climax ... aaaannnhhhh ... I can feel it building ... ohhhhhh ... I want you to be there with me ... aaaaaahhhhhh ... come on ... fire into me ... I can take it...."
Her whispered words made the youth slam into her with even stronger resolve, sinking his thick, weighty penis ever deeper into the blonde's body. Neither one of them heard Irene silently leave. Neither of them cared at that particular moment, anyway.
Marcus White wanted to ram his stiff penis all the way up into her trembling belly. He wanted to shoot a load of white hot sperm so far up into her, she would be spitting it out of her mouth. Hell! He had no idea who this masked female marauder was, but she sure as hell did him one great favor tonight. Because of her, he had gotten into Kathy Surer, the school's younger librarian. He was thankful it wasn't Irene Norris. That woman was a real baggy looking bitch.
Hell! He wanted to fire a load into her, already, enjoying the tightly wonderful clutch of her cunt as it caressed his throbbing cock. But damn it all to hell, he knew he had to wait until she finally came. Sure she claimed she was near, but he knew a woman didn't blow off just because she said it. He had fucked enough girls to know when one came and when one didn't.
He began pounding his throbbing cock all the more madly into her, now, her burning pussy solidly gripping his attacking ramrod. She felt herself swallowing him up again and again as her lovely white thighs moved uncontrollably around him, letting him realize there was no reason for him to hold back in any way. She wanted him to give it to her with all his energy, and her heels kicked his buttocks, urging him to sink his hard and lengthy pole into her bubbling maw, moving it hard and deep. She felt his solid stomach slam against her own slightly rounded belly as he plunged his penis as far up into her blistering vagina as it would possibly go. He rammed between the freshly separated walls of her tantalizing pussy again and again.
His weighty, dangling testicles were slamming against her perineum and rounded ass-cheeks at regular intervals, hitting with enough authority to make the blonde shudder every time. Kathy's body trembled as he pulled back his penile plunger, stuffing it into her again and again. He began building up both, speed and pressure as he crashed into the puffy labia of her pussy over and over. All fear and worry of hurting her was forever gone.
Kathy struggled to reach the pinnacle within her, humping back, flinging her body upward, a wild mare taking the full length of the insane young stallion on top of her. She found herself taking to intercourse more naturally than any rabbit. Her lovely body undulated with increasing cadence, her squeezing loins tightly gripping Marcus between them as her matted blonde pubic curls seemed to unwind and reach up, scrubbing themselves in the hairs on the boy's pelvis.
Marcus suddenly realized there was no way to restrain himself any longer. Much as he wanted the blonde to climax, the pressures her vagina was exerting on his throbbing cock made it an impossibility for him to restrain himself.
The youth felt a rumbling in his testicles as if the two of them were knocking against one another in an effort to see which of them was going to release the most semen. The fluid began moving inside him, charging forward until it began blasting forth from the tip of his aching phallus, spurting into her narrow container. His meaty organ throbbed and twitched, going totally out of control as it fired gouts of seminal fluid into the soft,, widened tunnel. More and more of his white foam gushed into her eager feminine pocket, a continuous spurting of gooey fire filling her wanton vagina, pouring, it seemed, into her very intestines.
"AAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAA-AAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHUUUUUUN-NNNNGGGGGHHHHH ... YYYYYAAAARRRRGGGGHHHOHHHHW-WWWAAAAAUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH!" the youth bellowed.
The blasting shots of sperm, splattering into her tender vaginal interior, inundating her cervix, caused a new, totally unknown sensation to begin building in the depths of the young blonde's shuddering body. A thrill was mounting inside her to a higher and higher pitch, and then, just like that, she teetered and toppled over the edge.
HHUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" she bellowed as the interior of her vagina opened wide, while her vaginal lips squeezed together and crushed the root of his penis, almost flattening it as she came in wild spasms. One paroxysm after another blasted through her, and suddenly she realized she was having a whole series of orgasms rather than a single climax.
"Fuck me again!" she begged, tightening her legs around his body, keeping him locked into her, even though his penis had shrunk.
"What does the mysterious masked lady have to say, first?" Marcus inquired.
"She's gone," Kathy gasped. "Who was she?"
"If you hear Hi-yo Silver and hear an Indian, let me know."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Watching the young boy and the woman who worked with her in the library go at it hot and heavy, the shuddering Irene realized she wasn't satisfied, after all. She wanted another teenage boy. But going back to the school at this hour was ridiculous. The only place teenagers hung out at this time of night was The Malt Shoppe. So she drove her car to the little soda shop across the street from the school, where the lights were still on and the jukebox was still playing. Sure enough, there were people inside. All she had to do was wait for what seemed like the right boy to come out, and she would grab him. In fact, she recognized Kenny Carlton in there, and decided if he was alone, he was going to be the lucky one.
She sat in her car and waited, and was taken completely by surprise when the door on the passenger side of her car opened and Dr. Albert S. Kass slid in. He was wearing a heavy jacket with a fur collar, and no hat.
Was it possible she had fallen asleep again and was dreaming? No! Not this time. This time it was the real Albert Kass.
"Lucky for you I happened to be out taking my nightly constitutional," he told her. "Otherwise you would be riding for one helluva fall."
"Wh-what do you mean?" she asked, afraid.
"The police are inside. Oh there are students there to make it look good, but the soda jerk and the janitor are plainclothes cops. They're planted everywhere now, that is, at all the teenage hangouts, waiting for the mystery lady who has been 'raping' all the boys. That is you, isn't it?"
"Yes," she admitted.
"Would you object to being the rapee for a change?" he asked, smiling.
"You make it sound appealing," she said, regaining her composure.
"It was meant to be. My house is four blocks from here. We won't be disturbed there."
Following his directions, she soon pulled up in front of an old Brownstone.
"Is that all yours?" she asked.
"Yep," he nodded. "One of the very few that hasn't been subdivided into umpteen apartments. Except for an occasional housekeeper, I'm there all alone. Shall we go inside." It was a command, not a question.
He led her through the stately mansion to his bedroom, a room that was mirrored all around instead of paneled or papered. There were mirrors on the ceiling, and even a mirrored headboard on the bed.
"I do know you, don't I?" he asked as he sat in a chair in the corner of the room while she sat on the edge of the bed.
"Yes," she nodded. "But I would appreciate it if you didn't take off my mask."
"Dear lady," he smiled. "That would take all the fun out of it. You see, I expect you and I will be seeing quite a bit of one another in the future, but this will be the last opportunity I have of making love to you, this way."
"Y-you know who I am?" she asked.
"I think so," he nodded. "Still, I might be wrong."
"Perhaps my clothing is confusing you. You've never seen me dressed this way before."
"Well then, by all means get rid of the clothing, and perhaps it will make my finding out who you are a bit easier, without your having to remove the mask."
She undressed quickly in front of him, and he noted she was prepared for this, all right. Except for her dress and her pumps she had no clothing except for her mask. As he stared at her he was unable to control his cock. It began growing at an enormous rate.
"I've been a fool," he muttered. "You've been there, under my nose the whole time, and I was too blind to see you."
"Don't tell me you're falling in love with me," she mocked.
"Not in the sense that teenagers fall in and out of love," he said, reaching for her. She came to him. "I've been looking for a woman with whom I can settle down once and for all, a woman who can be many women to me, and one who will learn to love me over a period of years."
She kissed him, and felt his tongue flick eagerly into her mouth immediately. It was far superior to the kisses he had given her in her dreams. She reached down with one hand and cupped her palm against his groin, feeling the solid hardness of his throbbing prick. It was no dream, this time. Simply by touch she determined the penis under his pants was definitely not the twin of her husband's. It was larger, much larger. In fact, it was larger than that of Mike Lockridge. When his hands slid around front and began playing with her breasts, she sighed and rubbed her own hand all harder against his cock. Then her fingers were fumbling with the zipper. She was anxious to see it.
Taking his lips from hers, Kass lowered his head and allowed his slurping tongue to wash her left areola while his fingers continued manipulating her other nipple. Irene arched her back, forcing her breasts upward, letting the one on which he was sucking be drawn into his mouth.
Heated desire was already building in her body to a level she had never known before. The real Albert Kass was so much better than her subconscious, which had taken his form in her dreams.
Ohhhhhhh yessssssss! To think, this man, the one she really wanted, now wanted her. He had made no commitments, at least not directly, even though he had talked about a long-lasting relationship. Perhaps she was better off living with him on a trial basis before they actually did get married. Married? He had never mentioned the word. Where did she presume he meant marriage?
At least she had him tonight, and she'd be a fool to let him go. She loved the way his mouth lingered on her breasts, not hoggishly slavering over them, but gently sucking each nipple as if it were a genuine taste treat.
His free hand slid down and ran softly into her crotch, making her shiver with wanton desire as they ran lightly over her tantalized labia. Gallons of lubrication had washed Marcus White's saliva way long ago.
Kass had to admit he was stunned by the ardent responses of this woman. She was a totally erogenous person, having no separate zones of excitement, but rather she was excited no matter where she was touched. Every part of her that he touched was an extension of an area of total arousal. In all his experiences Kass had never encountered a woman with such passion in her. She was considerably more woman than even he had bargained for.
Unbuttoning Kass's shirt-he had discarded his coat when they had walked into the house-she teased his muscular chest with her fingertips, letting them lightly scrape across the light hairs that heavily grew there. His torso was strong, rigid, and she found the rest of him as exciting to touch as his cock.
He moved away from her for a moment and wasted no time in shedding his clothing. At the same time the masked woman stood back, and her reflections were visible in all the mirrors, making it appear there were a thousand others like her in the room. To Kass, she looked like carved alabaster suddenly come to life.
The lines of her body had changed slightly in the past few days. Irene had eaten very little since starting all this, and what little excess weight she'd had was now nearly gone. He looked at her form, a series of lushly sweeping curves with huge rounded breasts tapering to a fairly narrow waist. Then her hips flared beautifully arching slightly into perfectly shaped thighs that were already losing their little bit of heaviness. Her sweetly pouting vagina was a swollen nest of curling black hairs.
"You're very lovely, indeed," he told her.
"No one's ever said it to me before," she answered.
"That's because no one else can see you as I do, beyond the physical loveliness that's your body."
"Take me!" she gasped. "Really take me!"
"No," he whispered back. Between the two of us there is no giving and taking, simply a mutual sharing."
"You really are special," she gasped.
He had moved to the foot of the bed, and she walked over to him and fell to her knees, leaning forward and sticking out her tongue, and she began painting his thighs with it. Then her tongue began trailing inward, moving toward his groin until it was tickling his pelvis. Her tongue moved in and out, licking downward until it was touching the base of his phallus. It quivered with anticipation.
Taking a deep breath, she used her tongue to paint the topside of his penis as, with the tip, she drew a fine wet line from the throbbing base to the shuddering glans. Her mind remained completely open to this experience, savoring her task.
Once at the bulb of his prick point, she allowed her tongue to wash all the way around, tasting the colorless secretions leaking from the almost pinpointed hole in the little slit in the glans. She pulled the oily liquid to the back of her tongue where she swallowed furiously. Her tongue licked the penile head again and again until it shone as if shellacked. Then she parted her lips, forming a large ribboned O. She worked her mouth over the vibrating penis, sucking it into the warm, wet cave of her tantalizing mouth, pushing her head forward, letting it depress her tongue as it filled her mouth, and finally it pushed into the ring of her gullet. The meaty head slid into her esophagus and she kept pushing her head forward until the minaret-like point was deep inside her pharynx and her lips were buried in his pubic hairs.
Irene's tapering fingers lightly caressed his dangling scrotum, making his entire body quake. Then slowly she let her head work up and down as her palms compressed themselves around his testicles as if trying to squeeze the sperm from them.
Her nostrils flared and her mouth pumped with more and more precision and speed. She dug her long fingernails into his solid thighs. Slowly, very slowly, she removed the meaty organ from her throat, letting it slide out from between her lips. Her tongue licked out and washed all over it. laving his testicles, as well.
"I may be wrong," he whispered, "but I have the feeling you feel about me the same way I feel about you."
"You aren't wrong," she admitted, letting him lift her up and lead her to the bed where he had her lie flat on her back. Then he lay on top of her, reversing himself so he was staring into her vagina, looking at the oils leaking from between her cunt lips, coming out in such profusion the liquid was foaming and turning white.
He wasted no time, his tongue reaching for her clitoris. When he found it and applied pressure, the gasping Irene wriggled uncontrollably. Then his lips were pressing down on the little red pearl, sucking uncontrollably as his tongue whipped wildly against it.
Wanting and ecstasy hurriedly charged through her aroused body. Her hands clenched at the covers on either side of her as her pelvis automatically responded to his lapping by wriggling in a hundred different directions at once. His licking tongue made her fiery vagina a core of unendurable delight. She wanted more and more and more.
Kass was using his teeth now, gnawing on her right vaginal labius, then moving to the left one. There should have been some pain because of the pressure of his teeth, but Irene felt nothing. It was pure delight as he bit and chewed and sucked.
His arms went around her, his hands gripping her ass-cheeks as he did his best to steady her body while he drank the flow from her seething pussy. Even so, her body was bouncing wildly, and her large breasts bobbled up and down on her chest as hot oil came blasting out of her, and she yelled, "EEEEEYYYYAAA-AAAGGGGGGHHHH HHUUUUUUNNNNNNG-GGGGGHHHHHHHAAAAARRRR-RRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!"
Almost immediately the orgasm began subsiding. There were more climaxes in her body waiting to erupt. The taste of her lubrication was heavy in his mouth, and much of the colorless ointment was smeared on his face.
Now, without a word, he rolled her onto her belly, and his face plunged between her ass-cheeks, and his tongue, an icy, flickering flame was suddenly licking at her anal center. He tongued the ass-hole again and again, making certain her cheeks were relaxed, and then Irene realized he was going to do the one thing she had never experienced. He was going to fuck her in the ass.
Well why not! She had started all this to get over all sexual hang-ups. Yes, let the man fuck her in the ass. Let him fuck her wherever he wished. She'd take that elephantine cock of his in her navel, her ear, or her nostril, if necessary. It was a huge organ all right, with its brown shank and purple head, with a pair of testicles that looked like a small duffel bag, half-filled as it swung from some invisible hook beneath his penis.
He had her lie on her side, her knees pressed into her belly, foetus-style. With his hands he spread her rounded white ass-cheeks, and pushed his knob against the saliva-lubricated hole.
His arms went around her, tightly gripping her belly, and then he began pushing. Little by little he felt the thick penis slowly moving in. Her sphincter was small, tight, virginal, never-before-breached, resisting to the best of its ability, yet he knew she wanted him to continue as he wanted to continue. He must have been hurting her, yet he was aware that she wasn't moaning or crying out. He shoved harder, and then felt the knob of his cock begin to slide in. The pressure of her anal ring pulled on his glans, tugging it back, almost making it hurt, but he refused to stop. He had to penetrate.
The anxious Irene was as eager as he to feel the full length of that marvelously thrusting pole inside her anticipating body. It was the cock of the one man she truly admired and respected, and-yes, loved. She was determined it would not hurt her. He continued to push in spite of the pressure of her sphincter. She did her best to help by keeping her body loose and thrusting her cheeks backward. Little by little the stiff, thick penis was making inroads. At first she thought of it as a feeling of constipation, but as the mighty penis continued on its way into her, little nerve-endings began tingling.
She recalled how her mother had admonished her never to do a dirty thing like this, and she smiled. Even if there was pain, it was worth it. The weighty penis continued moving into her, pressing against her tissues and membranes, sometimes stretching them. Then she was aware, quite suddenly as she felt the scrub of his pelvic hairs on her ass-cheeks, that he was all the way inside her. There was no real pain at all, probably because she had concentrated very strongly on completely relaxing her anal tunnel. Oh but it was good, really good.
"You okay?" Albert Kass asked.
"Perfect," she replied. "Just perfect."
He began steadily thrusting in and out of her rectum, pounding into her ass with a steady rhythm, and she realized that with every one of his forward plunges she was enjoying this more and more. Her sphincter took a tight grip on his thick cock, feeling it slide back until only the coronal rim was locked inside her. Then he pressed forward until her entire rectum and the entrance to her colon was filled with his throbbing penis. She felt her body shudder and rock each time he pounded into her, but it was a shudder of wonderful thrills. She loved the feel of his testicles slapping against the slit of her pussy.
One of his hands slid around and began cupping her breasts, moving from one to the other, palming each nipple in turn. At the same time his burning lips branded kisses into the side of her throat, his nose breathing her perfume deeply. To him, her throat was a satin curve he kissed again and again as he continued manipulating her nipples with his hand.
She shut her eyes and let herself languish in the splendor of it all. More and more thrills were building up inside her shuddering body, and she suddenly realized the penis in her rectum was going to give her another orgasm. Albert Kass realized it too, and was amazed at her sensuality. She was one woman in a million, all right; a woman he would never allow to get away.
"Think I'm ... unnnhhhh ... going to reach a climax," she gasped.
"Fine!" he nodded.
The sound of his voice excited her as much as the probe of his tongue stabbing in her ear. She bucked her bottom back, and each time she did so, she did her best to fill her rectum with as much cock as possible. Even as she moved forward again, her anal grip was so tight, the friction of his penis pulling back sent sputtering waves of panicky static up and down her spine.
His other hand had reached around to cup her pouting vagina. She felt his middle finger probe into her sticky wetness in an attempt to push its way into her clutching hole. For a brief moment it seemed he might not succeed, because the pressure of the cock in her ass had made her vaginal well so much narrower. Then, very slowly it slid in, to the first knuckle, then the second knuckle, and then it was unable to move because of the angle of his hand. Even so, his finger began sliding in and out of her narrow cunt as his cock continued moving in her squeezing ass-hole. His thumb began pressing against her clitoris, and now Irene began to automatically thrust her body back and forth, wildly. The solid penis in her rectum was buried to the hilt in her right now, and she realized she was very close to her satisfaction. The finger moving in her sopping vagina, added to the pressure of his working thumb on her extended clitoris, added to the feeling building in her ass. She became aware he was slamming his thighs against her in tandem to the way his finger and thumb were working in and on her sopping pussy. Overpowering tension was building to unscalable heights as his other hand squeezed her left breast with even stronger pressure. Kass speeded up now, and Irene was aware there simply was no holding back.
Her head fell back as his tongue licked into her ear, and she screamed, "AAA-AAYYYYYAAAAAR-RRRRGGGGGHHHHUUUUU-NNNNNGGGGHHHHHH ... YYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH ... AAAAANNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHH ... GGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!"
As she came she felt like a star going into nova as overpowering desire and gratification blasted through her body as never before. She felt as if she were floating up to heaven on the backs of a trillion butterflies. Her twitching vaginal lips closed tightly around the continually implunging finger, squirting heavy lubrication, drenching his hand and covering her thighs. She felt the finger moving circularly, as if trying to open her cunt even wider.
Pussy oil flowed from her interior as wine would from a breached cask. It ran down her thighs, dripping onto the bed, leaving drops, and then puddles.
"You haven't climaxed yet," she said, as he slid his penis very gently from the narrow tunnel of her rectum.
"I will," he promised.
This was really the beginning for Irene. At last she had the man of her dreams. . . literally. Maybe by tomorrow she might not think him so perfect, but here, now, at this moment in time, he was Mr. Right. No other man would have been MORE right.
"Now!" he said to her, rolling her over and spreading his body on top of hers. "Now I'm really going to fuck you!"
"Yes," she agreed, now!"
She spread her thighs wide, anxiously waiting for his cock to come into her cunt.
"Fuck me!" she whispered.
"Sure you're ready?" he asked.
"I've been ready for such a long time," she replied.
Slowly, very , very slowly, his thickly swollen shaft began pushing its way into the deliciously soft resistance of her tight cunt. It was like pushing into slightly soft butter. Lord! Was she ever tight.
Irene thrilled to the pressure of his wonderfully thick penis, not truly able to gauge its length and breadth since it was in its proper measuring device; her cunt. She had no idea she was still so tight, but it felt good, even with his throbbing penile head wedged into her, moving forward, forcing itself deeper and making her narrow interior wider. She was breathing heavily now, panting, gasping. It was a third of the way in, then halfway in.
"Deeeeperrrrrr..." she insisted.
"Sure you can take it?"
"I'm no damn virgin," she snapped.
"Then you've got it!" He cocked his hips then thrust forward again, feeling his penile tip sink even deeper into her. She closed her thighs tightly around him, wanting to keep him locked inside her.
The man pulled his hips back and once more slammed himself forward. His heavy phallus, like a tunneling machine, dug even deeper into the tight narrowness of her pussy, when he slammed his body all the way forward, burying his mast to the hilt, his pubic hairs reached forward and tickled her clitoris a little, stimulating her even more. But most of her feeling was concentrated in the upper wall of her vagina, where she had all kinds of sensitive nerve-endings. Sensation was already building in her as never before. Excitement flared through her, and she was no longer able to use her legs as mere levers, pressing her feet into the bed. She wrapped her solid thighs tightly around his masculine body and pummeled his crotch into hers, riding madly with every wild thrust of his.
Kass dug his toes into the bed to give himself more leverage. He had to admit he was plumbing one fantastic pussy. His stomach muscles were as rigid as the steel bars in a jail cell as he appeared to be practicing pushups with his long length of cock fully embedded in the tightness of her grasping pussy. To him, it felt as if she had a thousand little fingers inside, and each one was tightly wrapped around his penis.
He slammed his body wholeheartedly into hers, ramming his strong pelvis against hers with a solid "thunk" each time. From her supine position, Irene was able to look up at the ceiling mirror and see herself with this man. Because of the multitude of mirrors she was able to see herself as if from every angle, seeing the way his cock fitted into her even more neatly than Marcus's prick had fitted into Kathy. It felt as good as it looked, as if the two had been custom-made for one another. In and out, in and out, he moved creating more and more wonderful feelings in Irene. The sensations built by the second, overpowering her shuddering body.
"I f-feel another one coming on," she told him. "Oh God! I can feel it building inside me! Unnnnhhhhh! I can feel it, I can feel it!"
In order to increase the feeling for her, he speeded up his stroking into her, his powerful boom of prick running in and out with lightning speed. Lubrication built up inside her as never before, lathering the way for his pistoning prod. Her oils came splashing out of her, soaking his groin and his pelvis, even splashing against his belly, as she shrieked, "AAAAAAYYYYYAAA GGGGHHHHHHH!"
She shut her eyes feeling the pressure of the mask on her face, wanting to rip it off, afraid to do so, thinking he might believe she was someone else, and would be disappointed if he found out otherwise.
Now the second orgasm slowly began subsiding, but only for an instant. None of the building, mounting pleasures in her vagina had lessened. Then slowly the climax welled up inside her, and this time it was even more powerful. This time she knew she was going to have an orgasm to top all others. He pumped faster and faster, keeping his weight on his toes and the palm of his hands, and then slowly let his weight settle on her as he continued to wildly thrust into her inflamed pussy.
The orgasm swooped down on her and pulled her up and away.
Sensation flooded to every part of her body, and electricity seemed to be shooting from her fingers and toes. She came, then came again, then came again and then again, and again, and again, as if there were a series of endless orgasms in her anxious body that had waited for this particular moment to come out.
His lips were still pressing against hers, and he kissed her again and again. His tongue flailed into her wide-open mouth and she sucked on it as hungrily as she had sucked on his penis, before.
He continued slamming his meaty organ into her, causing even more minor climaxes to shoot through her. And when she was finally no longer able to climax he finally decided to unleash his own sperm, as if he had it under control the entire time.
He pumped and pumped, firing jet after jet of seminal whitewash into her as he gasped out, "AAAAAAYYYYYAAAAANNNNN!"
He spurted continually into her body, filling her with himself, and she saw it backwashing out of her in the mirror. Finally, she was so exhausted, she simply lay there, and when he pulled out and lay beside her, she fell asleep.
* * *
When she awoke, it was the following morning, and she lay nakedly beside his sleeping body.
Good Lord! She had to get out of here. She had to get to her boarding house and get all her other clothes on.
"Ummmmmmm ... what's the matter?" Al Kass asked, opening his eyes.
"I can't go out like this, with the mask on," she told him. "How am I going to get my clothes and go to work?"
I went to your rooming house and brought them while you were asleep," he told her. "But how..."
"Did you think I wouldn't recognize you just because of a mask and a wig? I knew who you were before I ever saw you this way. I suspected it was you the morning I heard what you had done with Mike Lockridge. You see, Mike is one of my students and he told me about all those exotic things you and he did. Just like in the Perfumed Garden. The more you did, the more I wanted you ... at first out of curiosity, but later when I saw you in the library, I knew it was more than a passing imagine, Irene. All your belongings are here, and from now on this is your home."
CHAPTER NINE
"My God!" Kathy gasped, looking at Irene as she stood behind the library counter. "What happened to you?"
Irene was no longer wearing her hair in a bun, but had it falling around her shoulders. She no longer had her glasses on, and her face was covered with carefully applied makeup. Her dress no longer hid her figure but accented it, and the new brassiere she wore made her breasts stand out.
"What do you mean?" Irene asked.
"Hey, but you've changed. If I didn't know better I'd think the mystery woman somehow or other got to you last night."
"Maybe she did," Irene said, smiling.
"Oh that's impossible," Kathy snapped.
"Why?"
"Because she was with me, last night." "You're kidding!"
"Honest! I went out with that kid Marcus White, figuring I'd let him spend money on me and feed me right, then I'd give him one stiff cock and walk away from him. Well before I was able to walk, there she was, gun and all, and she forced Marcus to do all kinds of unmentionable things to me."
"Me, too."
"She got to you, too?"
"Hey, do you think there's more than one woman?" "I doubt it."
"How did she get to you."
"You might say she brought me together with my fianc'."
"You're engaged?" Kathy squealed.
"Uh huh!" Irene nodded. "To Dr. Albert Kass. On our lunch hour we're going to get our blood test, and tomorrow we'll be able to get a marriage license. By next week we'll be able to be married. We'll take our honeymoon during the intersession."
"Jesus! She's one smart lady," Kathy gasped. "D'you know the police had traps set for her all over town, and she wasn't caught?"
"Now how would I know?" Irene asked.
"D'you think they'll ever catch her?"
"Who knows, Kathy. Anything is possible. Anything."
"Well I hope they don't get her. I think she's doing more good than harm."
"I agree," Irene nodded. "I definitely agree."
Irene knew darn well the mystery woman would never be caught. As of last night she had retired. It seemed her fianc', soon to be her husband, liked her body better when it was topped by an unmasked face with long black hair rather than a masked face with blonde hair. He had proved that to her by the way he had made love to her before they had left his home for work. He was everything to her, and as far as Irene was concerned, her past was a memory she intended forgetting ... except for the few nights she was the mystery woman. Those were nights she could NEVER forget.
