The helplessness of a young wife who has been abandoned by her husband is a problem generally ignored in this age of women's lib. Females are supposed to be eager to get out into the business world and fend for themselves. Dependency on males is downgraded.
But what about the woman who is totally unprepared to earn a living on her own?
Brenda Williams is an example. When her husband walks out on her, after three years of marriage, leaving her with no money and lots of bills, she doesn't know where to turn.
Her first problem is to keep her car from being repossessed, and she does that by the only means available to her. She uses the appliance which Nature has thoughtfully placed between her pretty thighs.
She manages to find a job-but what a job! It involves parading around a serve-yourself gas station, in an abbreviated costume, taking money from the customers while they ogle her charms and make lewd remarks. Some even help themselves to free feels, and Brenda needs the job too badly to object.
The change that occurs in Brenda as the story unfolds and she is forced to deal with the exigencies which life thrusts upon her demonstrates what is all too likely to happen to a woman who is unprepared to look out for herself. Whether the change, at the end, is for good or ill, the reader must decide. But it is important to know why the change occurred and how it might have been prevented.
Brenda Williams could be any young wife, suddenly cut loose from her means of support. She could be any young woman who doesn't prepare herself in advance to face life on her own.
Therein lies the significance of this story, and we hope that our readers will give it their thoughtful consideration.
-THE PUBLISHERS.
CHAPTER ONE
Brenda Williams emerged from the bathroom, her large breasts bare and quivering. She wore panties of delicate peach-pink nylon, which allowed her patch of dark-brown pussy fluff to show faintly through. From the rear, the deep, tight crack between her cheeky buttocks was hazily visible, had there been anyone in the bedroom to see her. But Brenda was alone. She had been alone for the past two weeks, since her husband had deserted her, leaving behind a host of unpaid bills.
Droplets from the shower glistened on her creamtoned breasts and shoulders as she walked to the dresser to select a bra. She had rushed her bath and toweling, anxious to get an early start on the morning's job-hunt. It was tough, in these times, for a girl without skills to find a job, particularly when she had never worked a day in her life. Ron had married her right out of high school, and she had tried to be a good wife to him for the past three years-but at last she realized she had been wasting her time and love. He'd had eyes for every girl in town and had been playing several of them, while his bills had gone unpaid.
Good riddance! Brenda painfully concluded.
But that didn't solve her financial problem, which boiled down to twenty dollars in her purse and no prospects.
A scraping sound from just outside the house caused her to stop to a window and peek around the drape. She was shocked to see a long-haired young man trying to break into her car, parked in the driveway.
"You!" she cried through the partially open window, as she clutched the drape around her naked titties. "Get away from there!"
The fellow with the lank blond hair, turned and looked at her, then went back to work.
Brenda's pink lips parted as she stared at him. He wasn't a thief, she realized. He must have come to repossess her car!
Snatching a robe off the bed, she hurriedly wrapped it around her as she rushed through the house. She just got the robe belted, her breasts bouncing inside it, before she opened the front door to lope barefooted around the corner of the house.
"Please don't take my car!" she begged the young man in jeans and jacket, who was just getting the door open.
He stared at her. "You Mrs. Williams?"
She lifted a wavy lock of brown hair away from her cheek. "Yes."
"Have you got two hundred and twenty four dollars?"
"No. B-but I'll have it...."
"When?"
"As soon as possible."
"That ain't good enough." The slender fellow slid into the car.
"Please!" Brenda cried, staring beseechingly at him through the car's window. She had to bend forward slightly, causing her robe to sag.
The young man boldly surveyed her 40-inch bazooms.
"Look ..." he said, his tone a bit softer and his eyes taking on an appreciative glint, "I'd like to help you out, but you owe two payments. That's two hundred and twenty four bucks."
"My husband was supposed to make those payments. I thought he had. But he just walked out on me, leaving them unpaid. I'm trying to find a job."
"Shit!" the man said.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Shit, I said. If you don't even have a job, how the fuck are you gonna make the payments?"
Brenda blushed at the fellow's rude language.
"But I'll get a job!" she said.
"And you won't get your first pay for at least two weeks. When you do, it'll have to go for groceries, I'll bet."
The fellow bent down and reached under the dashboard, searching for the wires that would enable him to start the car without a key.
"My God!" Brenda exclaimed. "If I don't have the car, how can I even look for a job? You know how bad the bus service is!"
"Honey, I can see you've got a problem, but I'm afraid I can't..."
He sat up and looked at her again. The tip of his tongue snaked along his thin lips.
"Want to go into the house and maybe we can talk about it?" he suggested. "Yes!"
The man, who was about Brenda's age, started to open the door, and she backed up. He lithely hopped out and looked down at the twin swells of her bosom.
"Well?" he said. "Let's go inside."
Brenda bit her lush lower hip. "Uuh ... can't we discuss it here?"
"Shit!" he said again and started to get back into the car.
"Wait! All right! We'll go into the house. But I don't see ... "
She turned and led the way to the front door, her robe flapping open around her tapering, bare legs. The man watched her buttocks undulate.
"I'm Leonard Stone. They call me Lenny."
"Glad to know you, I guess." Brenda entered the house, and he followed.
He shut the door behind him. "Look... honey... the only way I can help you is to report I couldn't locate the car. That's gonna make me look like a klutz. It might even cost me my job. I mean, I'll be sticking my neck out a mile."
"Well, I'm sorry about that. But like I said, I'll be able to pay ..."
"I don't care. What I want to know is, what's in it for me?"
Brenda stared at him, not knowing what to say.
"Christ, you can't be that dumb! I'm asking you to put out."
"You ... you mean .. . sex?"
He rolled his blue eyes upward, as if in exasperation. "Yeah. That's what I mean."
"But I've never!" Brenda turned red. "That is, except with my husband."
"And he's gone. So now you've got nobody, right? You're a damned good-looking chick!" Lenny ran his fingers along the flap of her robe, the back of his hand brushing a firm, full breast which felt springy as a rubber ball.
Brenda shut her eyes. Her lips quivered. Her cheeks burned fiercely.
Lenny unbelted her robe and spread it open. His eyes widened as he gazed at the lovely sight.
Brenda was drenched by shame. No man had been her bare breasts before, except Ron. They were rounded and erect, with large, rigid nipples which had neatly defined circles around them.
Lenny wrapped his long, tapering fingers around her tits and squeezed, thrilling to their resiliency. A shock-wave went through Brenda.
"Have we got a deal?" Lenny asked, a bit huskily.
"Oooh God ... !" Brenda murmured.
"Yes or no, baby! I ain't no rapist."
There was a moment of agonizing silence, while Brenda's nerves thrummed. Then she said so softly that the man could barely hear it, "Yessss."
He slipped her robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
"Jesus, you're built!" he said. "Titties... hips... cute little fur-patch! Baby, you've got it all!"
"Pleeeease ..." she murmured shamefully, her eyes shut, "must you be so vulgar?"
"Turn around," Lenny said. "I want to look at your ass in them silky pants."
Brenda turned like an automaton, scarcely believing this was happening to her. The fellow was so filthy-talking, and she was showing herself to him! Then she was going to have to submit to him! God! What had happened to her?
Lenny eyed her lush bottom, with her pink briefs stretched across it. Her generously rounded buttocks expanded the sheer nylon, and they were firm and quivery.
The lean fellow unsnapped the top of his Levis and pushed them down, together with his shorts.
His long, skinny cock sprang up, locking into a steel-hard erection. His bare pink glans bulged.
Brenda turned toward him once and opened her eyes. She goggled at his prick.
My God, but it's long! she thought, and a twinge of mingled fear and erotic excitement coursed through her. Ron's was a lot shorter! I wonder if this one will hurt. Look how high it's sticking!
"Like it?" Lenny asked with a little grin.
"No!" Brenda was blushing furiously.
"You will .. . after you get a taste of it."
"What?" Her brown eyes widened like saucers.
"I want you to put it in your mouth," Lenny said. "For Christ's sake, don't you know anything?"
"Oooh, but I... never, never... did that! My husband asked me, but I wouldn't!"
"No wonder he took off," Lenny said, and added arrogantly, "Get down!"
"I won't!" Brenda's heart was pounding.
Lenny bent and yanked up his pants. "Then you'd better get used to taking the goddamned bus!"
"PLEEEASE!" Brenda grasped him by the arms. "I'll let you have me! I'll even let you do it to me from the back! Ron used to like that."
"Baby, I'll do it to you every which way," he said, holding his pants and shorts up, though his dick still speared out. "And that includes in your mouth!"
"Aaaaaawwwwwww!" she murmured helplessly, shutting her eyes again. She felt hot all over and more ashamed than ever before.
"Get on your knees, baby, or you don't keep the car!"
Her eyes opened, and she stared at the awful man, not knowing what to do or say. It seemed that he had her over the proverbial barrel.
"Jesus Christ!" he finally exclaimed, "You're either gonna suck my goddamned cock or you ain't! Now, which is it?"
Brenda felt like a filthy whore as she sank to the floor in front of him. She stared at his upthrust dick while he let his pants and shorts slide down his legs once more. Saliva gushed in her mouth, and she gulped it down.
"Take hold of my pecker around the base and point it toward your mouth," Lenny instructed.
Brenda reached out, her hand trembling. When her fingertips touched the super-hardness of his penile trunk, she inwardly recoiled. But she forced herself to wrap her dainty fingers around his stem and tilt the springy organ toward her face.
His cock was very warm. She could feel the power of his maleness throbbing in it. She had touched
Ron's cock only a few times, usually by accident; the other times he had wrapped her hand around it, but she had jerked her hand away as soon as she could.
She stared at the bald, pink knob that was poking toward her. The slit at its tip gaped. While she stared at it, trying to get up her nerve, a pearl of clear moisture appeared and clung at the rim of the tiny crater.
"NO!" she exclaimed, and let go of Lenny's prick. It snapped nearly straight up against his belly.
"God damn you!" he snarled. "You ain't gonna turn me down now!"
He grasped her around the head with both hands and yanked her forward. Brenda's face smacked against his upthrust penis, her lips touching its stem, her nose taking in its subtle, musky fragrance.
Her senses reeled. She felt a wild quaking inside her, around her stomach.
"Aaaawww ... pleeeease ... noooooh ..." she moaned.
Lenny backed up a little, still holding her at the back of the head with one hand, and he used his other hand to grasp his dick. He pointed the rigid organ directly toward her mouth, then moved forward again, holding her head firmly. The wet tip of his pecker touched her puffy, pale-pink lips.
Repugnance rocked her. For a fleeting instant, she wished she could die. Then she didn't have a chance to think about anything as the thrust of Lenny's penis forced her lips apart. Surrendering shamefully, she opened her mouth. Suddenly it was plugged by the man's tangy-tasting prick, his juicy knob pressing her tongue as his shaft held her lips in a circle. Her eyes seemed to bug.
"Well... suck it!" Lenny ordered. "Pretend it's a lollipop!"
Brenda let her eyelids fall shut, and she seethed with humiliation as she began to suck on the nasty penis that was sticking into her face.
Oh God, I'm a COCKSUCKER! she thought, having heard or read the filthy word somewhere. There's nothing lower than that!
But as she sucked, drawing juice and rich flavor from Lenny's prick, her sexual stimulation mounted. The taste of his cock wasn't as offensive as she had expected. It was strange and kind of salty, with a musky air, but it didn't seem really bad. And for some reason, the idea of sucking it was exciting, though she wouldn't have admitted that to anyone.
It was only exciting because she was being forced to do it, she assured herself, leaving the explanation of that foible unexplored.
The feel of Lenny's rock-hard column, holding her lips apart, stimulated her tactile nerves as did the fullness of his bulb which pressed against her tongue. The very presence in her mouth of his manly pride did something to her; though she was being forced, it gave her a strange sense of .. . power?
She sucked harder, her brain doing an airy spin. She experimentally swirled her tongue around Lenny's shallowly embedded cockhead.
"That's the way, babe!" he said throatily. "Get with it!"
He began to pump his prick a little, skidding its shaft and the ridge of his glans in and out between her circular lips.
Brenda was dismayed by her growing excitement. She didn't like that at all, but she couldn't seem to help herself. She began to move against Lenny's cock-thrusts, lunging forward. His plug glided deeper into her mouth, and she nearly gagged, but she fought that down and kept sucking while her eyes watered.
Her nerves were singing a wild song, and her heart thudded. She was shocked to realize that the crotch of her panties was even getting damp. She resumed lunging, taking more and more of Lenny's bone-hard cock into her mouth ... taking it way back on her tongue, and she didn't want to gag any more. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, gulping down his male syrup. He groaned.
Suddenly he pulled from her, and his dick flipped up to stand quivering, its head very rosy and wet with her saliva.
"Spread out!" he husked, and dropped to the floor on his knees.
Brenda lay back, her brain seeming to spin like a top. She castigated herself for feeling any pleasure ... any excitement, even.
He's making you do this! You're being RAPED! her conscience cried in self-defense.
But her responsive young body was crying for cock.
She squirmed anxiously as Lenny pulled her panties off ...
CHAPTER TWO
He spread her legs wide apart, lifting them as he gripped the backs of her thighs. She had never felt so exposed, or so vulnerable.
The young man knelt in front of her, his dick sticking up like a knobby-topped flagpole. His young but experienced eyes appraised her pussy.
Glistening with guilty moisture in a forest of thick, dark curls, the rosy-beige flanges of her vulva protruded slightly, flared by hot blood. Her clit was up, though it hadn't yet been touched.
Lenny pushed her legs farther back, spreading them until she feared they might snap like a wishbone. She flopped her head from side to side in unwelcome excitement, her hair whipping against the carpet. She shut her eyes, not wanting to see how Lenny was looking at her.
Now that he had her spread as wide open as her crotch could be, and her back was curled upward, he had a perfect view of the shy little dimple between her plump buttocks. Very tiny black hairs thinly circled her anus and trailed to her pussy where they thickened into a rich muff that surrounded her sexual gash.
Lenny let her legs drop, her feet thudding against the floor. He scrambled up over her. She expected to feel the thrust of his prick . .. but she didn't. Instead, the thing was sandwiched upward between their bellies, feeling warm and hard and throbbing as he lay lightly atop her.
The last thing she saw, as his face approached hers, was his tongue coming out. She shut her eyes and gave a little groan-of repugnance?-as he licked her lips. She didn't want him to kiss her.
He didn't kiss her as Ron had done usually. Lenny kissed with his tongue first, deeply and wetly, his spittle leaking into her mouth.
She squirmed, attempting to turn her face away, but he wouldn't let her do that. Bearing down, he humiliatingly pumped his tongue between her lips, as if he were fucking her with it, while he suctioned and ground his lips against hers. She felt abused.
Lenny's hands surrounded the high-mounding domes on her chest. He quit kissing her and raised herself on his elbows, pushing back a little, so that he could watch her tits shake when he wobbled them.
"Noooooh ..." she whimpered, laying her cheek against the carpet. Her pussy throbbed.
The man bowed his head and licked a rosy nipple. Brenda felt a hot charge of excitement. He pulled at the tip of her titty with his lips, letting it snap back several times. He licked it some more, then sucked it deeply into his mouth. The throbbing bud soaked in his saliva.
Oh, please, let him get it over with! she prayed.
He turned to her other breast and licked that one all over. Its nipple was fit to burst by the time he finally clasped it in his mouth and sucked, while still licking. His hand shook her titty against his mouth.
She felt as if she were bathing in his saliva, and she hated it. But what could she do? Lenny backed up farther and licked down over her tummy, pausing at her belly button and leaking spittle into the crinkly cup. His tongue teased the sensitive inverted knot. His long hair trailed lightly over her skin as he moved lower yet. His chin rubbed her pubic tuft.
"Nooh!" she cried, almost breathlessly.
When Lenny licked into her cuntal curls, her hips bumped. Her brain swirled more giddily than ever. Lenny's wicked tongue slithered down the juicy slit in her thicket, and he pressed at the tip of her clitty.
"STOP!" she cried. "Take me! Just take me!"
His thumbs spread her damp cuntal flanges apart, and cool air kissed the interior of her girlish grotto. She knew Lenny was looking right into her. Her clit quivered. The mouth of her vagina seemed to stretch wide open.
I want his dick! she thought. God, I need it!
No you don't! her conscience vainly argued. He's MAKING you submit!
The conflict was unresolved. All Brenda knew what that she was throbbing wildly and, when Lenny's tongue entered her stretched-open vulva, she felt such a blast of hot pleasure that she thought for a giddy moment she was about to come.
His tongue swiped through her moist, meaty cleft and across the hard tip of her clitoris. His caress swirled around that sensitive nubbin and she jumped. Her hips bumped spastically, smearing her cunt against his open mouth. His tongue skidded down again, teasing her hole.
She quivered, careening to the brink of orgasm.
Don't let me come! her mind shrieked.
She didn't climax.
Lenny raised his head and she stared at him, eyes wide. His lips were all wet. She shuddered and shut her eyes again as he crawled forward atop her.
Then she felt the prod of his penis and knew she was about to be taken sinfully, outside of marriage, for the first time.
Lenny's cockhead opened the slippery way into her vagina and lodged itself in her channel's mouth. But his organ didn't just drop in, as might have happened with many women who were in such an extreme state of arousal. Though her vagina was open and very wet, it was extremely narrow. Lenny had to push.
He did.
"Ooooooooooooh!" Brenda bawled as she felt his hard prick glide into her-inch after inch of the thrilling thing, until her tight, slippery grasp encompassed it all. Or so she thought. Anyway, Lenny stopped.
With her cheek against the scratchy carpet, she opened her eyes. She looked at the legs of a chair and the far wall-a familiar sight, but not from that angle.
Lenny withdrew his cock from her channel until only the head of it was clasped in her orifice.
"Uuuuuuuugh!" she said as he rammed into her, harder and deeper than before. His blunt head pressed the neck of her uterus.
She tried to pull back a little, but that was difficult with her bottom against the unyielding floor. Lenny rotated his hips, stirring her with his long, lean pole.
She was a throb, but not near orgasm now. Her first crisis, induced by his licking, was past. For that she was grateful, and she concentrated on the negative aspects: She was being forced to submit; she hated Lenny; he had humiliated her and made her feel dirty.
He pulled his dick back, again stopping just when the mouth of her pussy surrounded his cockhead. The nerves in her cuntal mouth tingled. She felt a new rush of wiggly warmth.
Into her Lenny charged for the third time. Harder. Deeper yet.
Her vagina was stretching. She didn't feel as much pressure at its pit. Lenny stroked.
Brenda's mind went off winging, like a Frisbee, as his hardness pumped up and down, in and out of her pulsating pussy ... faster... harder ... stropping the tip of her clit and making a wild, slippery friction at her cuntal mouth. Her whole body shook. Her bowl-like breasts quivered. Her bottom vibrated against the rug.
Lenny fucked her very fast, growling. She couldn't control herself. She couldn't think. Her legs kicked in the air, at each side of the lean-bodied man, as she was swept toward orgasm.
His driving dick suddenly left her.
"OOOH!" she cried, clawing at the rug.
"Roll over!" Lenny rasped. "Stick your ass up!"
Brenda rolled onto her belly and obeyed the lewd command by arching her bottom into the air. Her breasts were mashed against the coarse carpet. Her nipples tingled.
Lenny plunged into her pussy from behind, and she thrilled crazily. She bumped her bottom like a slut. His straight front spanked her widespread buttocks, shimmying them, as his cock drove swiftly in and out of her clutching, slippery crevice.
"OOOH ... OOOH ... OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" she moaned. And she came, shaking. She was bathed in shameful pleasure. She seemed to wallow in it as Lenny kept fucking her ... driving ... slashing... ramming... raping... finally digging deep and twitching as his hot spurts told her he was through at last.
Her own orgasm rounded off in quivers, and her cunt rippled spastically along his rod.
He pulled out.
Brenda lay flat against the floor, exhausted.
Lenny was talking to her from a standing position when she finally brought her mind into focus. She listened, without looking up at him or changing position:
"... keep your car, but you better park it on another street, or get it outa sight somehow, because they're liable to send somebody else out to get it. And, baby, you'd better pick up a job real fast, because you can't keep stringing the bank. Maybe if you go down and talk to 'em ..."
"Yessss," she breathed softly.
"I'll be seeing you again. Hey, are you all right?"
"What did you say?" she asked as she turned onto her bottom and dizzily sat up. She held an arm across her breasts and a hand over her damp pubic mound.
"I asked if you're all right." Fully dressed, Lenny looked down at her.
"Before that. You'll be seeing me?"
He grinned rakishly. "Why not? We worked damned good together, didn't we?"
"Listen!" Brenda railed, her eyes flashing. "You make me do that! I didn't enjoy it! If you think for a minute that FU let you do it to me again ..."
"Bullshit!"
Brenda blinked.
"I've screwed enough babes to know something about their reactions. You loved it, baby, and you can't tell me you didn't! You came like a fucking freight train!"
Brenda shut her eyes and felt immersed in shame. She didn't know if she could ever look at herself in a mirror again.
"You've sure got a helluva body!" Lenny said, then turned and left the house as casually as if he were walking from a phone booth.
The door closed quietly, and Brenda was alone with her thoughts and torturing feelings.
I didn't WANT to do it! she told herself. I DIDN'T WANT TO! I hated it! Yes, I did! I hated every minute of it! I didn't come!
LIAR!
SLUT!
She got up and ran to the bathroom, her breasts bouncing. Her bottom wiggled. Lenny's cum shamefully leaked down her thighs, making them slick as greased glass, rubbing together.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror and stared at herself. She still looked the same, except that her hair was a mess and she appeared upset.
That wasn't the word for it.
She sagged, holding onto the lavatory, and looked down.
What would Ron think of me? she wondered. Then: Well, he wouldn't have any right to point a finger! Anyway, he'll never be back, and I don't even want him!
WHAT DO I THINK OF MYSELF? That's the question!
Brenda didn't want to consider the answer.
CHAPTER THREE
Freshly bathed-no, scrubbed-Brenda emerged from the bathroom for the second time that morning, and sighed sadly as she looked at the bedside clock.
She wasn't getting an early start on her job-hunting as she had hoped to do. There would be a gang ahead of her at the very first interview. The job would probably already be gone before she could even talk with anyone, and it would most likely be like that for the rest of the day.
That was particularly awful, because her money was getting very low and she needed a job more desperately than ever now. To salvage what was left of her decency, she would have to hold Lenny off when he came around again-which he would!and if she didn't have the money to pay him, he might take her car, despite what had happened today.
I've simply got to find something to do, even if it's just some dumb, menial job that doesn't pay much! I'll consider anything!
Having not taken panties with her to the bathroom-which she usually did when she was about to take a shower, because she felt uneasy about walking around naked-she stepped to the dresser and opened her undies drawer. Demure white panties were against her hand, and she took them out. She gave them a shake, held them in front of her, and stepped through the elasticized leg openings. She pulled the silken briefs up, letting the top elastic snap against her gently curved tummy. Running her fingers around the leg bands, she tucked them neatly beneath her pouty buttocks.
She was surprised that she wasn't more distraught, considering what had happened to her just a short time ago. But she didn't want to think about it. What had happened had happened, and the only thing she could do was to put it behind her, vowing never to let it happen again. Never! At least, not until she got married again.
She selected a bra and garter belt, then stockings. She hated pantyhose and never wore them. Now that skirts were longer, stockings were coming back anyway, she had read.
After tossing her garter belt and stockings onto the bed, she encircled her waist with the brassiere, hooked it at her front, then turned it around and drew it up over her roundly bulging breasts. She worked the shoulder ribbons up her arms and into place, then settled her springy, firm flesh in the bra cups.
Lenny really liked my breasts, she thought. He called them "titties." Oh, that's so filthy! He said "fuck" and everything else like that!
DONT THINK ABOUT HIM!
Brenda picked up her garter belt and turned down the top of her panties so she could fasten the flimsy white supporting garment next to her skin. She worked its dangling garters through her briefs, then turned her panties back into place. She sat and put on her stockings. They were sheer and beige, with narrow welts. Brenda hooked them to her garters.
Standing up, she made a few final adjustments, then walked to her closet to select a skirt and blouse. Her bottom was impudently pinchable in her panties.
Not taking time for breakfast, she left the house as soon as she was dressed and her makeup was applied. Some quick combing and a few pats from her hands had brought her naturally wavy, shoulder-length hair into beautiful order.
Carrying the classified section of the morning paper, which she had scanned right after waking up, she walked to her sporty red Mustang, which she was glad she still had, and backed it out of the driveway. A block and a half down the residential street, she turned to the right, then to the left at the next corner. That street took her out of the tract, to a suburban boulevard.
She turned right, heading into the new business district where the first job she wanted to check out was located. It was in a store, and the ad said "experience preferred." Brenda's only hope-a faint one-was that no one with experience would apply.
She glanced to her left as she drove along the divided street. Her gaze swept a new self-service gas station that was about to open, and she focused on a sign she hadn't noticed before:
Attendant Wanted. Female. No Experience Required.
Brenda cut quickly into the center lane, in order to make a U-turn at the next corner, and she drew a blast from a car behind her. She made the turn and headed back to the new station.
An attendant at that kind of place only had to take the customers' money and credit cards, she thought. She could do that. Shit, it wasn't much of a job, but it would pay enough for her to live on. And maybe, as Lenny had said, she could go and talk with the bank, once she was working, and they would give her some more time.
She drove into the gleaming new station and stopped beside the glassed-in office. She noticed there were grease racks, indicating that someone would be doing lube jobs and that sort of thing-but surely not a female attendant!
A beefy man in blue coveralls emerged from the service bay and ambled over to Brenda's car. He looked at her closely, his eyes squinting in folds of flesh. Then he grinned.
"Well, good morning!" he boomed. "If you want gas, we aren't open yet. But if you want a job ..."
"I do!"
"You've got it."
"What?"
"I said, you've got the job." His eyes twinkled amiably.
"B-but we haven't even talked ..."
"We don't have to. You're the type I want. Of course, if you're looking for a lot of money ..."
"What does it pay?" 'Two-fifty an hour."
"That's not bad," Brenda decided aloud. "I mean, for no experience. What are the hours?"
"We'll be opening at seven in the morning, but I've already got a girl for the first shift. You'll come on at four and work till midnight. That's when we'll close."
"All right," Brenda said, not liking the shift, but feeling that she couldn't be choosy.
"Great!" The man beamed. "I'm Al Ferguson. And you're ... ?"
"Brenda Williams."
"Miss?"
"Well... missus. But I'm living alone now."
"Near here?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. This is very convenient."
Al smiled again. "Very glad to know you, Brenda! Why don't you park your car on the other side of the office and meet me in the service bay. I'll get you fitted up with a uniform."
"A uniform? Ooh, you mean coveralls."
"Not exactly." Al's grin turned sly. "But you'll like it. I'll meet you over there." He pointed, and walked in that direction.
A uniform to take money in a gas station? Brenda mused as she parked her car. Well, what's the difference? Maybe it will be cute.
It was. Too cute. In fact, Brenda was shocked when Al held it up for her inspection, while his eyes greedily inspected her. A pimply faced youth also watched her from across the service bay, where he was unpacking a crate of tools.
"My God, that skirt's short!" she exclaimed, a flush coming to her cheeks. "And the top! Ooh, Mr. Ferguson, I'm afraid I couldn't..."
"Call me Al."
"What would I wear... under it?" Brenda asked. "What are you wearing now?" She blushed stronger. "A bra and panties."
"The panties are okay. But you won't need the bra."
"But the top's so low-cut and stretchy!"
"Honey, this is Nineteen-Seventy-Six. There aren't any secrets any more. What is it you young people say-let it all hang out?" Al laughed.
Brenda seethed. She needed the job desperately. But that outfit-it looked as if it belonged on a cocktail waitress in a risqu� bar! But she would be out in the open where everyone could see her, even people who were driving by!
"Just put it on and see how nice you look," Al suggested.
"Well ..."
Maybe the shirt will come down a little farther than it looks, Brenda was thinking. And maybe the top's not too thin.
"Where can I change?" she asked, glancing about.
"Well, we got no dressing room," Al said. "Usually you'll just put the outfit on at home."
"Where's the ladies' room?"
"Are you kidding?" Al laughed again. He was a merry soul. "This is no full-service station."
"Then where can I change?" Brenda asked a bit irritably.
"Behind those cases of oil," Al said, pointing.
"B-but that's .. . practically in the open!"
"No, it isn't. Nobody can see you from the front of the station. Danny and I won't peek."
Brenda glanced at the youth, who was still looking at her. From where he was standing, he had a clear view of the area behind the stacked cases.
"Well, he can't stand there!" Brenda protested.
"Danny, turn your back!" Al yelled.
The youth obeyed. But what assurance did Brenda have that he wouldn't glance over his shoulder?
"Mr. Ferguson ... Al ... really!" she said, blushing fiercely.
"Go ahead. Hell, we're good folks around here." He raised his voice: "Danny, don't look at the lady now!"
Brenda took the abbreviated costume and tremblingly made her way around the oil cases, thinking: What am I DOING? I ought to just tell him he can keep the job. But I need it!
She glanced apprehensively at the young man, who couldn't have been more than seventeen. He still had his back to her, laying tools out on a bench.
She lay the two-piece "uniform" on top of the shoulder-high stack of cardboard cases. Her hands trembled more than ever as she unbuttoned her blouse. She kept watching Danny. If he so much as took one look, she would scream, she vowed. From the corner of her eyes, she saw that Al had remained where he had been standing, on the other side of the cases.
She lay her blouse aside and took a quick look at her bra.
I've got to take it off! she thought. He specifically told me I couldn't wear it!
Her anxious glance swept the area behind Al, which was totally exposed to the street. She could see the traffic passing by.
A giddy tingle went through her as she reached behind her back and unhooked her brassiere. Watching Danny like a hawk, she drew the bra forward, its ribbons skidding down her arms. Her bare breasts were kissed by the cool air, and her nipples immediately stiffened.
This is awful! she thought, thrilling stronger. She couldn't understand why she felt so turned-on.
She lay her bra on top of the cases and unfastened her skirt. She let the skirt down and stepped from it, her tits trembling in ripe fullness.
When she lifted her gaze, she would have sworn Danny has just turned his head.
He SA W me! she thought. Oh, my God!
But she couldn't be certain, and she didn't scream.
She took the little blue, shiny skirt from the top of the oil cases and held it in front of her. Al was still standing about a dozen feet away, looking at her face. He wore a faint smile.
She stepped into the skirt, having to take her eyes from Danny. She quickly drew the skirt up and fastened it at her waist. It fit her all right... but wow! It didn't quite come down to the tops of her stockings. Slices of bare skin could be seen above their gartered tops.
She looked up ... and caught Danny's bashful glance. He turned his head quickly, but there was no doubt he had seen her that time!
She caught her breath, getting ready to screech. Then her embarrassment was compounded. A scream might bring other people rushing over. She held the cry.
Grasping the top of the uniform quickly, she pulled it down over her head. It was stretchy, all right, and cut so low that her breasts were exposed almost to her nipples! The rigid stems made prominent bumps in the white jersey fabric-and their color showed through! It was almost as if she had no blouse on at all.
Was it legal to walk abound that way, she wondered.
More to the point, could she bring herself to do it? "Are you ready?" Al asked. "I... I don't know," she said. "Well, come out and let's see."
Danny turned to stare at her. He had his hands in his coverall pockets.
Feeling ashamed-and extremely, surprisingly excited-Brenda stepped around the oil cases to stand in front of Al. Danny continued to watch.
"Hey, now that's a pretty picture!" Al said, grinning from ear to ear. "Especially with those stockings on! But I'm afraid they might be a bit too suggestive. Know what I mean?"
"I certainly do!" Brenda said, still blushing. "But there was no place back there for me to sit down and take them off."
"Sure, sure. Well, you won't be wearing them while you work. Just the uniform and your panties-that's enough. Be sure about the panties, though, in case the wind blows." Al laughed.
Brenda felt tremendously embarrassed. She reached behind her, measuring the length of the skirt in relation to her bottom. The wind wouldn't have to blow for her to expose herself, she thought. Just bending over would do the trick!
It occurred to her that in a month or so, when the weather started turning colder, the skimpy uniform wouldn't keep her warm enough at night.
"What will I be wearing in the fall and winter?" she asked Al.
"We'll worry about that when the time comes," he said. "Right now, it stays pretty warm up till midnight. Actually," he continued in a confidential tone, "I just want to use these outfits for a flash, when the station opens. It will get people to talking about us, I hope, and get a lot of guys coming in. You know."
"I'm afraid I do."
"If we get too much static from the local copsand, as you said, when the weather turns nippyyou'll have to dress up a little more. Maybe ski pants. Real tight ones. And a heavier top than the one you've got on, but still cut low. Brenda, your figure's terrific!"
"Well... well..." She fidgeted nervously, feeling the air coming up beneath her short skirt and tickling her through her panties. To make matters worse, she was damp between her legs! Why was that? And her nipples were stiff enough to pop!
"We open tomorrow. You can start at four o'clock. I've got to be able to count on you, though."
"I need the money," she murmured.
"Are you hurting right now?" Al asked solicitously.
"Well, as a matter of fact... n
"How about a week's pay in advance? That's a hundred dollars."
"Would you really do that?"
"Why not? Al said. "You said you live in the neighborhood. And as long as Ive got your word that you'll keep the job at least a week ..."
Brenda was hooked. She couldn't turn the hundred dollars down.
In her car, returning home, she wriggled restlessly. Only her thin panties separated her warm, soft bottom from the vinyl car seat. Her short skirt was nearly lap-high, exposing her bare thighs above the tops of her stockings. The most disquieting thing was her realization that she would be dressed that way every night-except for the stockings-walking about the brightly lit station, serving customers. The thought dismayed her. But a giddy excitement clung on.
She visualized young Danny with his pimply face and his look of boyish innocence. But he wasn't so innocent mentally, judging by the way he had peeked at her. He'd gotten an eyeful, too!
Brenda wondered if he'd ever had a girl. Probably not. He was pretty young.
He probably sneaks off some place and masturbates! Brenda thought. Her mind painted a lewd picture of him standing with his cock sticking out the fly of his coveralls, stroking the long bony thing while he thought about her.
He saw me in just my panties and stockings! she realized. He got a real good look at my bare breasts! Tits, he probably calls them. Or titties.
She writhed more.
By the time she reached home, she was so hot that she rushed into the bedroom, threw her street clothes onto a chair, and stripped off her skimpy costume. She rolled onto the bed, in just her stockings, garter belt and panties.
She rubbed her very warm pussy through the crotch strip of her silken briefs, then pulled her panties askew and dipped a finger between the hairy lips of her sizzling snatch. Stroking the digit in and out of her slippery crevice, she writhed, her mouth open and panting.
Oh, Danny! she thought wickedly. Wouldn't you like to be here now?
What would you do to me-huh, Danny? Would you suck my tits? She rubbed the big, bobbly mounds, stimulating her stiff nipples to a state of fiery need.
Ill bet you'd pull my panties off! She did that, kicking free. Then you'd look at my pussy! She spread her stocking-clad legs wide apart, her knees steepled. You'd do more than just look at it, too! Ill bet you'd rub it like this!
Brenda rubbed her cunt up and down, pressing the damp, furry flesh. Her clit was very stiff, and it tingled madly.
Would you LICK me down there, Danny? Maybe not. Maybe you don't know about that. But I could teach you. Oh ... yes! And then you would stick your hard, teenaged cock right up my pussy-and, wow, would you fuck me! Oh, God!
Brenda diddled herself wantonly, stroking two fingers up and down in her slippery, hot love-channel, imagining they were Danny's prick. She didn't know Danny. From what she had seen of the dirty kid, she didn't even like him! Still, she imagined him with her ... on her ... IN her! Fucking her!
Yes!
Brenda bounced her lush bottom against the bed as she masturbated fervently. She rolled her rubber-ball titties and plucked at her stiff nipples. She moaned and gasped.
Danny ... Danny! she thought. Oh, fuck me, Danny! Give me every inch you've got! Pump your hard prick up and down inside me! Yes! Oh, wow...
Pm going to COME!
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" she moaned to the empty bedroom.
The orgasm shook her, blanking out her mind for a moment, as she was bathed in luscious, throbbing warmth.
Finally she lay still, two fingers deeply embedded in her slick quim, which continued to ripple spastically
She slid her fingers out and held them up in front of her. They were awfully wet.
Oh, what's happened to me? she wondered with dismay. What have I turned into?
She got up and walked on wobbly legs to the bathroom. She would have to take another shower-her third of the day.
Shame suffused her. Again, as had been the case after she's submitted to Lenny, her only defense was to vow she would never give in to passion again. But she was beginning to realize that promise was more easily made than kept.
CHAPTER FOUR
Brenda felt as if she were stepping on stage in some strip joint when she got out of her car and walked across the lot of the gas station at quarter to four, the next afternoon. Her breasts bobbed delectably in her stretchy white blouse that showed the jutting tips of her nipples and the pink half-dollars that encircled them. Her short, shiny blue skirt whipped to and fro at the tops of her bare thighs. Under it she wore plain white briefs, having chosen a pair that were reasonably opaque, though a faint shadow of her pubic curls showed through.
Nobody would get a close look at them, however, if she could help it.
The station was busy. A sexy blonde, in a uniform just like Brenda's, was taking money from a middle-aged man, while two other male customers served themselves. As Brenda walked onto the scene, the men's eyes bounced from girl to girl like tennis balls.
"Wow, am I glad to see you!" the blonde said to Brenda. "I'm Sally. Hey, take care of that customer who just finished pumping his gas, will you?"
"Well, I'm not supposed to start until four," Brenda said, "and I'm not sure what to do."
"Shit!" said Sally. "Just take their money! You can read how much it is on the pump!"
"Okay," Brenda agreed, embarrassed by the other girl's use of the four-letter vulgarity, especially in front of the conservative looking customer for whom she was making change.
Brenda hurried over to the other car, wondering where Al was. She saw Danny in the service bay. The youth eyed her while greasing a car on a rack.
"Hi, baby!" the customer who had just finished filling his tank said to Brenda. He was about thirty, and his eyes stripped her while he grinned.
"That'll be eight seventy-five," Brenda said in a businesslike manner. But she blushed slightly, aware of her scanty garb.
The man was standing close to her, and his eyes turned bedroomish. "I'd like to give you a lot more than that-say fifty bucks for an evening?"
Brenda's eyes flashed. "I'm a respectable married woman!" she said, and showed him her rings.
"Well, pardon me," the man replied a bit sarcastically, and paid her for the gas. His gaze dwelt on her titties as she looked around helplessly, wondering where and how to change his ten-dollar bill.
Sally walked over, her smaller but perky breasts jiggling. "There's the cash drawer," she said, pointing. "Each island has one, and they're all locked. You'll be carrying this key in the little pocket of your skirt." Sally handed over the key she had been using.
That was how Brenda's first shift began. She was very busy for the next three hours, simply reading pumps and making change. The station didn't accept credit cards, so the job was simplicity itselfall Brenda had to do was count money as she hurried from one service island to another, her sexy hips wiggling and her tits quivering temptingly in her tight jersey blouse.
She couldn't shake off her embarrassment, however, as male customer after customer ogled her, some making suggestive remarks. That was by far the worst feature of the job. Also, she was on her feet most of the time, hardly ever getting to sit in the little glassed office, and her legs grew tired.
At around seven o'clock, the pace slackened. Danny had been working in the service bay, but finally came over when Brenda was seated in the office, the station clear of customers.
"Well, how do you like it?" the pimply-faced young fellow asked.
"Wow, I don't know!" Brenda said, trying to smile. "It's been busy."
"You're doing fine," Danny commented, wiping his hands on a rag. "I've been watching you."
"Yeah, I noticed that," she replied a bit wryly.
"You're sure pretty!"
She squirmed on her chair. "Look, Al said there weren't any rest rooms. But there must be a place where the employees go."
"Yeah. It's in the service bay, next to those cases of oil."
Brenda stood. "I didn't notice it yesterday."
"Well, it ain't behind the stack of boxes, it's at the end of 'em. We stacked the boxes there because there ain't no door on the John."
"What?"
"Funny thing," Danny grinned. "They just didn't put a door on it when they built the place. But nobody can see into it with the boxes there."
"For goodness sake!" Brenda murmured in dismay and, blushing, she left the office. She circled the cubicle, entering the service bay.
Danny remained in the office as she walked through the narrow passage between the stacked cases and the open doorway of the John. She snapped on the light in the tiny room, which had only a commode and a small lavatory.
Feeling exposed, though nobody could look directly into the toilet, Brenda quickly reached up under her little skirt and yanked her panties down. She squatted over the commode and peed.
She wasn't sure she liked her new job at all. But she realized she would have to keep it for at least a week, since she had taken an advance on her pay. After wiping herself, she flushed the John and pulled her panties up. She washed her hands in the basin while staring at her somewhat flustered image in the mirror above.
"Brenda?"
She jumped at the sound of Danny's voice, just outside.
Hurrying out to the narrow passageway, where he was standing, she said, "I don't like the lack of privacy here!"
The mouth grinned, blocking the passage. "Aaw, we're all friends, ain't we?"
She frowned. "Would you mind moving so I can get by?"
He backed up, but continued to stand close to the corner of the stacked cases, so that she had to brush against him as she walked out. She gave him another sharp look.
"Since there ain't no customers right now, I thought I'd show you what we do in the service bay," Danny said. "Some customers might ask you what kind of service we give."
"All right," Brenda replied, still a bit resentful over the boy's pushiness. He walked along next to her as they approached the two grease racks, both of which were empty, and she sensed that his eyes were on her restless breasts.
"Maybe you hadn't ought to touch nothing, so you won't get yourself dirty," he said, "but you can look over what we've got. We do lube jobs and oil changes, of course, and minor tune-ups. This here's our dynamometer."
Danny pointed at a low console that had dials and switches.
"Lean over so you can look at it," he suggested.
Without thinking, Brenda bent forward from the waist, trying to read the inscriptions on the dials. Suddenly she realized that Danny was standing behind her.
She straightened quickly, turning red. "What were you looking at?" she demanded, facing him.
"Nothing," he said, but with a punkish grin.
"You saw my panties when I bent forward, didn't you?" Brenda asked angrily.
"Aww, just a flash of 'em."
"Well now, you listen here-just quit peeking at me! It's not my fault I've got to wear this silly outfit!"
"I think it's mighty cute ... just like you."
"You can keep your dirty thoughts to yourself! I'm going back outside."
She hotly flounced from the service bay, her shapely bottom twitching. Danny stood and watched her, a grin still pasted to his face.
A car drove in at about that time, and Brenda returned to work. The male customer, who was alone, was in his middle thirties and slender, with a wolfish gleam in his eyes as he looked her over. She was getting used to that, though it still bothered her.
After starting the gas flowing into his tank, the man said, "How about washing my windshield, honey?"
"We don't give service here at the pumps," she replied.
"Even for a tip?" the customer asked, holding out a dollar bill.
Short of money, as she was, Brenda took it and stuck it into the little pocket of her skirt. She turned and leaned forward to lift a squeegee from a bucket of water next to the pumps. Her skirt hiked up, and the customer glimpsed her panties.
Embarrassed, Brenda turned to his windshield. She had to stretch, leaning partially over the car's hood, in order to reach the center of the glass, and again her panties were exposed. She knew the man was staring at her thinly clad bottom.
This is awful! she thought, blushing stronger. Not only could the man standing behind her see her panties, but people driving by in the street could catch glimpses, also.
She walked around the front of the car to clean the other side of the windshield, and the customer impertinently followed, again positioning himself behind her.
"Did you get your dollar's worth?" she asked snappishly when she had finished. The man only chuckled.
Brenda felt cheap after she had taken his money for the gasoline and he had driven out.
I won't be able to keep this job-it's just possible! she thought.
Conditions didn't improve as the evening wore on. Men continued to make rude remarks. One even copped a feel of Brenda's panty-clad bottom as she bent to check the pressure of his tire... again for a tip. She felt like slapping him, but she only gave him a sharp look. He was, after all, a customer.
Those embarrassing incidents gave Brenda a strange edge of excitement, which was unwelcome and therefore all the more distressing. Prancing around the station in her skimpy costume was even more unnerving at night than during the day, because the place was so brightly lit up, while the surroundings were dim. Anyone could have been lurking out there, ogling her.
Something else which added to her nervousness was the fact that Danny kept hanging around. In one way, she felt safer because of his presence-as far as the public was concerned-but she didn't trust him, either, when they were alone. She glanced frequently at her watch as midnight approached.
"Isn't Al going to be here to lock up?" she asked Danny at ten minutes to twelve. "He told me yesterday that he would."
"He asked me to do it tonight," the youth replied. "That's one reason I stayed over."
"What's the other reason?" Brenda asked.
"To make sure you got along all right. I like you, Brenda."
"Well ... thanks."
The station was deserted, except for the two of them, and there was little traffic going by.
"We can lock up now," Danny said, guiding Brenda from the office. One of his hands familiarly brushed her hip, which she didn't appreciate.
"I'll see you tomorrow," she said, and headed for her car, which was parked at the far side of the building.
Danny didn't reply as he sauntered to lock up the service bay. There was nothing to do about the money, because only exact change was accepted after dark and it was put through a slot into a strong box embedded in concrete. Only Al knew the combination of it.
Brenda got into her car, grateful that her shift had ended. She twisted her key in the ignition, to start the engine. Nothing happened. She tried again and still got no response. She became alarmed.
"Having trouble?" Danny asked from the corner of the station.
"Yes. I don't know what it could be."
"Let me see if I can start it," Danny said, and Brenda got out of the car so he could get in.
He jiggled the key in the ignition lock, but the starter wouldn't work. He got out and opened the hood. Using a screwdriver from the side pocket of his coveralls, he made some tests while Brenda turned the key to the "start" position.
"You've got no juice," he reported, and slammed the hood shut.
"Well, can't you fix it?" Brenda asked in alarm.
"Not now. You mostly likely need a part that we'd have to order."
"Ooh, for goodness sake!" she exclaimed. "How am I going to get home?"
"I'll take you. My car's around at the other side."
Brenda thought it was funny that her car wouldn't start, since it had been running perfectly. It seemed that she had no choice but to accept the boy's offer to drive her home.
As they rode along in his rattletrap car, he cast sidelong glances at her bare thighs, which were illuminated by the glow from his dashboard. Brenda became nervous.
When they reached the turn-off into her tract, she told him which way to go. He slowed the car, then cut right instead of left, driving along the edge of a school.
Brenda sat bolt erect. "Where are you going?" she demanded.
"Don't be afraid!" Danny husked, and rubbed the crotch of his coveralls. "I got real turned on, watching you all night! Will you do something for me .. . please, Brenda? It won't hurt you."
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
He pulled over to the edge of the deserted street, parking next to the schoolyard. He cut off the car's lights.
"Jack me off!" he said.
"Whaaaat?"
Danny yanked down the zipper of his fly, and his young prick leaped out, already stiff. Long and skinny, it stuck up between his body and the steering wheel.
"I won't touch you, Brenda," he said. "I promise. Just put your hand around my dick and stroke it up and down until I come!"
She was horrified by the suggestion. "I won't do any such thing! Now you drive me home this minute!"
"Please, Brenda! How's it gonna hurt you to do that for me?"
"Listen, you dirty punk!" she said, enraged. "You drive me home right now or I'll tell Al tomorrow!"
"Aaaw, baby ...!" He reached for her.
Desperately struggling to avoid his lewd clutches, she managed to open the door of the car. She nearly fell as she lunged out, then began to run along the dirt shoulder of the deserted, dark street.
Danny took after her, his cock bristling stiffly from the front of his clothes. From over her shoulder, Brenda could see that he was catching up. She couldn't run any faster. She tried to scream, but only a squawk came out before Danny clamped his hand over her mouth. He pulled her backward against him, and she felt his hard-on sticking straight up between their bodies.
"I don't wanta rape you!" Danny said hoarsely into her ear. "Just do what I said ... jack me off... please, baby!"
Brenda decided, in her fright and dismay, that she would have to give in to his filthy demand in order to avoid something worse. He was gripping her by a breast, squeezing the booby through her blouse, and his cock seemed to throb even harder.
When he took his other hand from her mouth, she panted, "All right... Til do it! But I... hate you!"
"Let's go into the schoolyard," he said.
He hustled Brenda along, through a row of trees and onto the grass of a playing field. Her heart throbbed wildly. Her entire body was tense.
Danny drew her down to the grass, which was still dry despite the lateness of the hour, because it was a warm summer night. He flopped onto his back, while keeping hold of her by an arm. She sat beside him.
"Pump my prick!" he rasped. "Oooh shit, it aches!"
The idea of touching his filthy penis was repugnant to Brenda, but she did it, wrapping her delicate fingers around the horny stalk. He had a foreskin and it was quite loose. It peeled easily from his bulging pink cockhead as Brenda pushed down, then it glided back over his glans as she brought her hand up. She humiliatingly pumped his hard-on while glaring at him in the moonlight.
"Shit, that feels good!" he husked, writhing on the soft ground.
He let go of Brenda's arm, and she kept masturbating him anyway. She wasn't sure exactly why, since she could have gotten up and ran, probably outdistancing him. She gazed at his thrusting cock in weird fascination as she pumped her clasping hand on the sturdy stalk, rolling his foreskin up and down across the ridge of his glans.
She had her legs folded back beneath her as she sat next to him, and one of his hands came to rest on her thigh. He stroked upward, under her short skirt and onto her silk panties. She became more excited, in spite of herself. She didn't like what she was being forced to do, but that seemed to make no difference. A strange excitement swept her along.
Danny's fingers raked the front of her panties, feeling her matted pussy-curls on the other side of the thin nylon.
"Aaaw ... dooooon't!" she moaned, stroking his cock harder and faster.
He jammed his fingers down between her warm thighs, pressing the crotch-strip of her briefs against the heated, soft flesh of her pussy. Brenda's thighs sprang apart. She nearly toppled over. Gasping, she let go of the boy's prick.
He sat up and pushed her onto her back in the grass. Her brain swirled. She realized she had been suckered-Danny had gotten her defenses down by telling her he only wanted her to masturbate him, and now he was going to give her the business! There was nothing she could do about it! She had lost the opportunity to resist.
The teenaged boy pulled her panties down.
"Pleeease...oooh, don't do it to meeee!" she blubbered.
He pushed her legs wide apart and crawled on top of her. He yanked her blouse up, letting her boobies leap free. Her mounds quivered lusciously in the moonlight, their nipples thrillingly stiff.
Danny mashed his mouth down around a throbbing bud, his lips compressing her springs breast-flesh as his tongue snaked around her nipple. He began to suck her titty while rolling the other one with his hand.
Wanton thrills coursed through Brenda, and she hated herself for responding. She writhed mindlessly against the hard prick that was sandwiched between her belly and Danny's lean form.
He backed up, letting go of her tits, and his cock poked at her pussy, demanding entry. Shutting her eyes, she jammed her cunt up and forward, sheathing the boy's throbbing rod.
"Oooh God yessss ... damn you!" she groaned sensuously. "Give it to meeeee!"
She bumped her hips, working her hot hole wildly around his penetrating dong-and suddenly he was spurting inside her.
"Oooooooh, noooooooooooh!" she moaned, jerking in a desperate effort to obtain a release. But she was denied satisfaction as the inexperienced youth finished, panting.
"Oooh, how could you . .. treat me like ... thaaaat!" she panted in dismay.
"Wh-what's the matter?" he asked, pushing up to look at her.
"Don't you know?"
"Unh-unh." He shook his head.
"I didn't get there, damn it!"
"What do you mean?"
"A woman is supposed to get there, too! She's supposed to climax! Ooh, don't you know anything?"
"I... I never did it to a girl before."
"I can believe that!" Brenda said ruefully.
"Well, what can I do now?" Danny asked, withdrawing his penis from her.
She sat up and stared at the floppy thing. "Can't you get hard again?"
"Sure, in a little while."
Brenda looked around for her panties, spied the snowy puff on the grass, and reached to get them. She wriggled her legs as she pulled her panties up, and Danny watched.
"Drive me home," she said, "and then you're going to come in. You're going to finish what you started!"
"Wow ... yeah!" Danny rasped, his adolescent voice cracking in his excitement.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Hurry up-I don't want my neighbors to see!" Brenda said, and leaped from Danny's car as soon as he had stopped in her driveway.
She ran across the lawn to the front door of her house. Danny loped right behind her. She quickly unlocked her door and let them in.
She snapped on the living room lights and pushed the door shut. "Into the bedroom!" she said, leading the way down the hall.
Danny followed.
Standing next to the bed, Brenda quickly and shamefully pulled her blouse off, causing her breasts to bounce. She dropped her skirt and skinned off her panties. Nude, she rolled onto the bed.
"God damn, I never thought I could be so lucky as this!" Danny said, pulling down the zipper on his coveralls.
"You'd just better be good, that's all!" Brenda smoldered.
Oh, listen to me! she thought in dismay. I sound like a slut! But I can't help it! It wasn't my fault this punk started something he couldn't finish-but he's going to finish it now!
She watched avidly as he stepped out of the only garment he wore. His cock was lengthy, but still flopping about. He climbed onto the bed and stretched out on his stomach, lying against her.
"You do just what I tell you-understand?" she said, realizing that she had the upper hand. The thought made her giddy.
"Yeah ... yeah!" Danny said eagerly.
"Kneel between my legs!"
Brenda spread them as the youth scrambled around, onto his knees. She drew her legs back and wide apart, thrilling to the awareness that he could see everything she had! Her pussylips were so puffed with desire that they flared apart in her dark, curly forest. Danny goggled at her meaty treasure, which was rosy and wet, its inner mouth exposed.
"Get your head down and lick me!" she arrogantly ordered.
"Huh?"
"Kiss my pussy!" the pretty girl said.
"Aaw, now wait a minute!"
"You said you'd do whatever I wanted."
"Yeah, but... "
"That's what I want!"
Brenda believed she had it coming. Anyway, she wanted to punish the youth for being so nasty. He probably had done something to her car so that it wouldn't start, she suddenly realized.
When he continued to hesitate, she lunged forward and grasped him around the back of the head, forcing his face down into the vale of her tilted thighs. She was fragrant with sex, her own steamy juices having combined with the sperm Danny had deposited within her. The youth tensed, but she became all the more determined, enjoying the advantage she possessed over him. She pulled him smackingly against her wide-open, damp crotch.
Danny groaned, gurgling. His parted lips didn't move for awhile as they pressed her soft labia, crosswise.
"Kiss, damn it!" she ordered, knowing that she sounded like a shrew. "Use your tongue!"
She felt a fluttering in the center of his forced kiss, and her nerves spastically responded, sending a tremor through her. She moaned. Danny kissed more attentively. Brenda began to grind her hips while she still held the youth around the head, smearing her sopped pussy over and around his open mouth.
As she thrilled, she wondered what he was thinking:
He's probably not sure he likes what he's got himself into! Well, I don't care if he likes it or not! This will teach him to peek at girls and s tare at them and get dirty thoughts! How do you feel now, Mr. Wiseguy? Huh?
Danny kissed her revolving, mouth-smearing cunt, though clumsily. His tongue was working, and so were his lips. He even seemed to be sucking a little.
Drink up all that nasty juice! Brenda thought, continuing to amaze herself by the new turn her nature had taken, now that she had Danny under her control. How does it taste? Pretty raunchy, huh? Well, that serves you right!
Brenda's pussy throbbed as the lad kissed it.
Desire bubbled hotly through every cell of her body. Her nipples were spiked, her clit tinglingly erect against Danny's mouth.
When she became anxious for something more than mere kissing, she let the boy raise his head. He gasped, and his eyes rolled.
"Wowwwww .. .!" she breathed, and swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "Jeez, I hope that didn't hurt me!"
"Sit up and let's see," Brenda said.
The youth rose to a kneeling position.
"Well, it certainly didn't do you any good!" Brenda observed.
"What do you mean?"
"Your thing is still soft!" she said critically.
"Was that supposed to make it hard?"
"I don't know. Kiss my..." Brenda indicated the full, firm mounds on her chest. "What do you call them?"
"Your tits?" Danny said.
"Yes! Kiss my tits!" She thrilled over her own wanton use of the term.
Danny sprawled atop her and basketed her boobies between his hands. He sucked first one of her nipples and then the other, turning his acne-scarred face to and fro. She moaned softly and writhed, agitating her breast-flesh against his mouth.
She was cooking, her aroused snatch begging to be fucked. She worked a hand down between her body and Danny's, feeling to find out if he was capable by that time of doing the job.
Yes! His cock was up!
Brenda grasped it.
"Uuuh!" the lad exclaimed, rising onto his knees once more. His prick stood splendidly, with Brenda's hand wrapped around its steel-hard shank.
"Get in!" she said. "And go slow! I want it to last."
"Wow ... yeah!"
Danny sprawled atop her, on his elbows, and she guided his knob-ended organ between the soft, moistened petals of her pussy. As she felt his boyish strength glide into her, inch by inch, until his throbbing column was all the way up inside her needy vagina, she tossed her head on the pillow, her brown lustrous hair fanning out.
She hooked her legs around the backs of his thighs.
"Gosh!" he exclaimed. "Man, that feels good."
"So you never did it to a girl before, hmm."
"No!"
"Well, stroke slowly until I tell you to speed up. Slow and steady."
He began to move, giving it to her the way she needed it, his long bone dipping deep, withdrawing, then sinking way, way into her again.
"Yesssssss!" she hissed, writhing, swirling her warm, wet pussy around his rod.
"Uuuuuuh! Jeeeez!" he said, really feeling it for the first time.
He started to move faster.
"No!" Brenda exclaimed, pushing at his lean chest.
He stopped moving, with his cock sunk only halfway into her. She released the pressure against him and gave an encouraging bump of her hips, her pussy sucking him deeper. He resumed gliding in slow measured strokes.
Brenda let her legs crawl higher on his back, locking them around his slender form. His hips pleased her with their slow, steady motion, his cock rubbing the red-hot tip of her clitty.
"Oooooh, that's goooood!" she breathed, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes, you can dooooo it!"
Her cunt bobbed and writhed around the lad's stroking piston. He was all the man she needed, as long as he stayed steady.
Fuck-fuck-fuck! she lewdly thought. GIVE it to me! Yes!
Her excitement surged more rapidly than she had expected, and it was she who broke the rhythm of their slow, steady fucking. Her cunt began to drive.
"NOWWWW!" she cried, grasping Danny with her hands and her serpentine legs, pulling and clinging while her twat went wild around his plunger.
He fucked his 17-year-old dick into her with the breathless urgency that only a young lad could express, and they worked heatedly together, hips slamming. The bed rocked beneath them as he jarred her bones with the force of his ardent thrusts. Her slippery, hot cunny tried to keep up with him, but couldn't, and she just arched up, hanging there and quivering as he drove her forcefully over the line of finish, giving her a wildly gratifying release before he spurted his juice into her body for the second time that night.
Brenda moaned and rocked to and fro, her deep inner muscles massaging his cock until she was totally spent and he turned spongy. Finally she released her hold on him and he lay against her for several moments, then climbed off.
"Wowwwwww ..." he said happily, falling onto his back.
Brenda didn't know what to say. She hadn't wanted this crazy thing to happen. Now that it had, giving her such perfect pleasure, she couldn't regret it, though she believed it was wrong.
"I guess I better be getting home," Danny said, and started to sit up.
Brenda responded impulsively, grasping him by an arm and holding him down.
"Stay here tonight!" she hissed into his ear. "I need a ride to work tomorrow, anyway."
"Jeez!" Danny said, and turned his head to look directly into her warm brown eyes. "I'll have to call my mom."
"Oh, shit!" Brenda said.
"Huh?" The youth seemed surprised that the coarse word had tumbled from her lips.
She was surprised herself. But Danny's mention of his mom had reminded her of what a kid he was and it made her disgusted with herself for seducing him, which was the way their encounter had turned out.
"Go home!" she said. "You mad?"
"No! Just get out of here."
"Can we see each other again!"
"We'll be seeing each other every day, won't we."
"I mean like this."
"I know what you mean," Brenda said, and looked away.
"You liked it the last time, didn't you?" he asked.
"Couldn't you feel that I did?"
"Yeah!"
"Good night, Danny."
The youth got up and put on his clothes.
CHAPTER SIX
Brenda awoke to the pressure of lips against hers, and her eyes popped open. Danny was kissing her.
She pushed him away and saw that he was nude, curled on his belly atop the sheet which covered her nakedness.
"Didn't you go home?" she asked, blinking.
"Sure." The lad grinned. "But I got up early this morning and went over to the station to fix your car. I brought it here."
"Well, thanks." Brenda gave him a suspicious look. "It wasn't hard to fix, I'll bet!"
"I'm sorry about that," the youth said, looking down.
"You admit you did something to my car last night so that it wouldn't run?"
"Yeah. Heck, I just had to get acquainted with you."
She signed. "Well, it looks like we're acquainted now."
"We sure are," Danny said, and drew the sheet off her rosy-nippled tits. "Maaaaaan!"
"Oooh, Danny... Danny!" She ran her hands into his hair, tousling it, then pulled his head down to her bosom. He hungrily went to work on her breasts, his lips pulling at first one nipple then the other, making them throb.
Brenda's hand found his cock, and it was hard as iron. She rolled his foreskin voluptuously up and down on his rod.
He raised his head, panting. "Can I fuck you right now?" he asked.
A funny look came into Brenda's eyes as she gripped his boyish prick. "Roll onto your back first."
"Why?"
"Just do it! I'm still teaching you, remember?" Danny did as she had directed, and she sat up. Her hair was tangled, and her day-old makeup was a mess-but still she looked good in the morning light.
To her, Danny looked good with his spear sticking up. She stroked her clasping hand slowly on his hardness, watching his pink glans swell. She leaned over it, her heart beating faster. Her dark-brown hair hung down.
"What are you . . . gonna do?" Danny asked tensely as she stared at his erection, which her hand now encircled at the base.
"Something naughty," Brenda said. "I shouldn't do it."
"What is it?"
"Thissss ..." she hissed softly, and touched the tip of his pecker with her tongue.
"UUUH!" he exclaimed, shuddering at the sudden, thrilling contact.
His dick tasted good to Brenda, and she swirled her tongue around its bulgy knob. He groaned again, writhing. She let her soft lips glide over the crown of his cock, which her mouth encompassed wetly and warmly. She sucked, and her spirit soared. Her entire body throbbed.
She raised her head dizzily and asked the excited, panting youth, "Did any girl ever do that to you before?"
"Gosh, no!"
"Do you like it?"
"Wowwwww!" was all he said.
"I like to do it!" Brenda wantonly admitted, and seized his cockhead in her mouth again.
This time she pumped her head up and down, skidding her o-shaped lips on his saliva-moistened pole. He arched up, groaning harshly, driving his blissfully throbbing dick deeper into the pretty girl's mouth. His balls churned. A wave of giddiness swept him.
Brenda felt his prick jerk between her lips, and she pulled her mouth off of the lengthy pipe just in time. In dismay she watched his stiffly upthrust organ twitch and spurt, geysering white, musky-scented globs of sperm which fell to splatter on his belly and on her hand which still gripped the base of his rod.
"You're so faaaaast!" she complained. "I'm .. . sorry .. . ooh, wowww ... !" He relaxed utterly, and Brenda took her hand away. "I guess that will teach me a lesson," she said. "What do you mean?"
"Not to fool around like that with such a young guy."
"Ooh, Brenda, I loved it!" He tried to grasp her and pull her down for a kiss.
She wiggled free and got off the bed. Her body remained a throb, itching in frustration.
Slut... slut... slut! she said to herself.
"What are you gonna do?" Danny asked.
"I don't know, damn it!"
"Lie down again."
"You!"
"I'm sorry I went off so soon, I just couldn't help it."
Brenda lay down, stretching out beside the boy. He sat up and looked at her luscious body, with its creamy-white undulations, the rigid rosy tips of her breasts, and the silken hank of brown hair on her mons.
He put a hand on her and stroked lightly up and down, along her belly and into her fluff. She shuddered. Grasping him, she pulled him atop her and hungrily fastened her mouth into his. She kissed him with a plunging, slurpy tongue as her hands grasped his hard rump, holding him tightly against her while she wriggled beneath him. His penis was like a soft, damp rope between them.
Maybe if I suck him some more... she thought. But he's so wet and smelly now!
I DON'T CARE!
She pushed him off, and he tumbled onto his back, his supple cock bobbing. She leaned over him, gripping his flaccid organ. Trying to stroke it, she discovered that all it would do was wiggle. She leaned close and stuck out her tongue.
Danny craned his neck up from the bed and watched in wordless delight, while feeling the marvelous ministrations of her tongue. The damp, lingual caress glided around the crown of his redolent, faintly sticky penis, then up and down the limber stalk which she held in a hand curled around his nuts. His girl-fucker swayed to and fro while Brenda licked it. Gradually it fattened and stiffened some.
Danny groaned when the new surge of power infused his sated loins. His cockhead thrilled as Brenda fluttered her tongue against it, bobbing it about.
She enjoyed playing this way with the youth. She felt freer with him than she ever had with anyone else, even her husband. She pursed her soft lips around the end of his penis and sucked on it, tickling his vent with her tongue.
By the time she glided her mouth down to fully envelop his cockhead once again, his dong had hardened and was standing up of its own accord.
Brenda stroked his warmly throbbing male column with the circle of her sucking lips. She bobbed her head farther and faster. Soon she was cocksucking the youth fiercely, her breasts making milkshakes as she pumped her hot mouth rapidly on his rod.
"GOSH ... !" he rasped. "MAAAAN! I wanta FUCK youuuu!"
Brenda let go of his resurrected penis with a flip, and she scrambled atop him. "I'm going to fuck you this time!" she said daringly, and it was the first occasion on which she had uttered the word "fuck."
Spreading her thighs above Danny, she grasped his dick and worked it like a shift-stick forward and back, swabbing its spongy, spit-moistened knob along the soft, wiggly through of her vulva. She lodged his organ in the needy mouth of her inner passage, then moaned as she gave a grind of her hips and let herself down. Danny's cock glided all the way up her hot cunt, sinking deep in her belly.
She felt really in command this time, straddling the mouth, taking what she wanted like a female rapist. How wicked! And how wonderful!
Brenda rotated her hips voluptuously as she glided her slippery, snug cunt up and down on the boy's upthrust rod. She leaned forward to enhance the pressure against her sensitive clit, and her breasts hung above his face, quivering.
Danny grasped the luscious fruits. He pulled at them and wiggled them around. He bobbled them up and down, "Ooooh, Brenda... I sure love your tits!" he said.
"Ssssuck them!" she hissed, and dropped one into his mouth.
He sucked at her throbbing nipple while she wiggled her titty against his face, all the time grinding her flesh-vault around his happy penis. She was able to pace the act perfectly from her top-riding posture. She could bounce up and down for several strokes, grind awhile, then go back to bobbing. She could stroke long or short, as the spirit moved her ... fast or slow. Danny let her make all the decisions. She began really to appreciate the advantage of being with a young, inexperienced fellow.
She pulled a tit, popping it from his mouth and jammed the other one in. Her eyes rolled in giddy delight as she undulated her body atop him. Her ass writhed and pumped. Had there been someone standing at the foot of the bed, he would have been treated to the sight of Danny's long, rigid cock being alternately swallowed and relinquished (except for its head) by her hairy, grinding twat.
After having had a first, quick release, he was able to give her all the fucking she required-or at least to provide the fuck-tool which she used in her own way, for as long as she would need it.
She drew her breasts clear of him, propping herself on straight arms, and she revolved her hot hips intensively, letting her titties shake above his face. Her face hung down. Her lips gaped as she panted. Her eyes continued to roll.
"Jeez...!" Danny husked. "Shit, this is gooood!"
"You bet it is!" Brenda said. "What a dick you've got, Danny! So haaaard and lonnng! I love it!"
"Do you really, Brenda?"
"Yesssssss!"
She worked on his hard-on with all the ardor she could express, swirling and driving.
Now! she thought NOW!
She bobbed her ass furiously, straight up and down, slamming her hair-rimmed twat against the boy's pelvis.. .shaking his balls... making his dick twitch wildly as it surged way up inside her. He was driving, also. They fucked with breathless urgency.
"AAAAARRRRRRGH!" he rasped, arching.
His spurts struck in the center of her belly, and she squealed, climaxing deliriously around his jerking cock as wave after wave of warm pleasure coursed through her.
She had, she was forced to admit, developed an extreme fondness for the lad. There was no use trying to fight it any longer.
Danny left after awhile, and she took a long, luxurious tub bath. She felt wonderful when she stepped out of the water and dried her body to a vibrant glow. She walked naked to the bedroom where she tended to her hair and makeup.
Looking at herself in the mirror was not quite as comfortable as it had used to be, because she did feel guilt. But she submerged it, arguing that she hadn't hurt Danny by giving him pleasure ... and she certainly hadn't hurt herself! People who worried about the Tightness or wrongness of such things were silly... and probably frustrated. At least, she wasn't frustrated any longer!
She got dressed, deciding to go and see the bank about her car contract. Though she couldn't give up the hundred dollars Al had advanced her, because she needed it to live on, she at least could tell the bankers she was working and would soon be able to bring her account up to date. What more could they demand of her? Blood?
She left the house, feeling optimistic and happy.
The euphoria wasn't destined to last long ...
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Mrs. Williams!" said the pinch-faced man with spectacles who sat across the desk from her. "We must have some money right now, or I'll have to ask for the keys to the car."
"But I told you, I'll be able to make a payment within a couple of weeks, and then ..."
"That's not good enough!"
"Well, what do you expect me to do?" Brenda demanded in exasperation. "I don't have the money to pay you now!"
The lower echelon officer stared at her, his eyes cold as a sack of coins. "What you do is your own problem. We must have the money or the car."
"I suppose it would please you if I were to go out and sell my body to make the car payment!" she blurted.
He squirmed uneasily in his chair. "That's not for me to advise."
Brenda's impulsive remark got her to thinking. Perhaps if she were to act a little warmer ...
But she and the man were seated in the open, near the front of the bank, where everyone could see. Anyway, he was such a stick!
Her eyes wandered to the private office at her left. The door was open. It bore the word Manager in guilt letters, and Brenda could see the shadow of someone seated at a desk inside.
"I want to speak with someone else!" she said firmly. "Who's in charge of this branch?"
"Mr. Norbert is our manager, but he's very busy and ... "
"I demand to see him!"
"Mrs. Williams, that won't do any good."
She stood up. "My husband and I have done business with you people for three years. In your advertising, you brag about how considerate and courteous you are. Well, I haven't found you personally to be either of those things. You're a pigheaded, self-righteous ..."
He glanced about nervously as her voice rose in volume. Pinkness infused his cheeks.
"Very well!" he said finally, and popped to his feet. "Wait here just a moment."
He carried Brenda's file to the private office, hesitated momentarily at the door, then entered. After a few moments he re-appeared.
"Mr. Norbert will see you," he announced coldly.
Thomas Norbert was plump, fair-cheeked, and smiling. He was younger than Brenda had expected a branch manager to be, in his middle thirties. She had never noticed him on prior visits to the bank, probably because he spent most of his time in his office.
He asked her to be seated next to his desk, then walked over and shut the door. "Now, just what seems to be your problem, Mrs. Williams?" he asked affably.
"Didn't the other man tell you?"
"Well, yes," the branch manager admitted as he sat down behind his desk. "Mr. Sturm brought me your file. But the difficulty, of course, is ... "
Brenda crossed her legs and let her skirt glide back. A narrow strip of ivory flesh showed at the top of one of her stockings. Norbert's blue eyes shifted to it, and his speech faltered.
A glow came to Brenda's cheeks. Excitement spread through her. She had never tried anything like this before, though her encounter with Lenny had shown her how it might be done. However, he had been the instigator that time. Now she would have to take the initiative.
She squirmed on the hard chair, her crossed thigh lifting higher. More succulent bare flesh was revealed ... and a sexy rim of pink panty, beneath which her garter straps disappeared.
Norbert appeared flushed.
"I'm very hard-pressed, Mr. Norbert," Brenda said. "I'll be able to bring my account up to date soon ... but I need a little time. I'd do... most anything ... in return for your consideration."
She feared, as soon as she had uttered the veiled proposition, that it had sounded too crude. But Norbert was still staring at her luscious leg display. Now his eyes traveled up her body where they dallied over her boobs. His gaze was a great deal warmer when it met her eyes once more.
He cleared his throat. "You're a. .. very beautiful young woman."
She smiled invitingly and murmured, "Thank you." She waited, her heart throbbing.
Why was she so worked up, she wondered.
"Uuh, when you said you would do anything.. . " Norbert probed hesitantly.
"I meant exactly that." The glow in her cheeks heightened.
"I have a couch over there." The bank manager pointed toward the side of the room.
Brenda's excitement surged giddily. Again she was in control, as with Danny, and she liked that . . . even though what she had in mind was definitely wicked. She got up and walked over to stand next to the tan vinyl sofa.
Norbert rose. He rounded his large desk and joined her.
This is it! Brenda thought, her fingers trembling as she worked with the fasteners on her dress. She blushed stronger than ever.
She pulled her dress up and over her head.
Norbert's eyes widened and his lips parted as he gazed at the creamy full-moons that rose above the rims of her bra. His eyes swept downward, taking in her pink panties-silken and sheer, her pubic curls showing through them. He visually devoured the smooth fullness of her upper thighs, pressed by white garter straps and embraced by stretched stocking tops.
He sank to the couch and immediately reached for her, wrapping his hands around the panty-sheathed cheeks of her bottom. Squeezing those lush rondures, he drew her forward to stand between his spread legs.
The situation seemed to have passed beyond her control, and suddenly she felt exploited, as she had with Lenny. She wanted to wriggle away from the banker's covetous grasp, but it was too late. Anyway, she had to make the deal.
She stood compliantly and let Norbert palm her wobbly asscheeks in her flimsy silk pants. His fingers sank into her rounded, cushiony softness. He rubbed her buttocks against each other, then suddenly drew his right hand back and gave her a sharp swat on both mounds of her bouncy bottom.
"OOOW!" she said, eyes flashing, as a wild new thrill went through her.
Norbert chuckled-a bit madly, she thought. His personality seemed to be undergoing a change, from Jekyll to Hyde.
His fingers hooked around the elastic of Brenda's panties and he pulled them partway down, so that just the top row of her pussy hairs curled over the edge of pink nylon. He pressed his face against her soft white tummy, and he commenced kissing.
A crawly sensation spread over her skin as he licked and nibbled lasciviously. He clutched and squeezed her buttocks, his fingers spanning her panties while his thumbs were above the partially lowered garment, tickling the top of her crack. He rocked her lower body to and fro as his tongue glided wetly over her belly.
He gave her asscheeks another jiggle-producing spank, and she gasped. Reaching up her back, he deftly unhooked her bra and pulled it off, letting her titties tumble free.
Breathing more heatedly, the man moved his hands to her front and hefted her heavy chest-globes. He shook the softly-firm mounds and patted them together. His thumbs bent her nipples, stiffening them until they throbbed. The rubbery projections snapped springily each time he stroked them.
He reached for a nipple with his mouth, and Brenda bent slightly to lodge the rosy tidbit between his lips. He sucked, his eyes closing. His thumb and forefinger plucked at her other nipple.
After awhile he smeared his mouth from one boob to the other and sucked her second nipple in. He shook his well-groomed head as he pulled at her titty, causing the firm milk-sac to wobble.
Though she felt humiliated, Brenda couldn't help gaining excitement from the man's mauling.
His hands slid down her gracefully curved back and onto the generous spread of her buttocks, where he hooked her panties and pulled them the rest of the way down. He bent and picked the panties off her feet as she lifted her legs in turn. Now she was nude, except for her shoes, garter belt, and stockings.
Norbert kissed her on the outside of her left thigh, while holding her bare bottom in his hands. He licked along a garter strap, then caught it between his teeth and snapped it against her flesh.
"OOH!" she said.
Norbert nuzzled across her pussy-fluff, inhaling her girlie scent.
"Stand up on the couch," he said huskily.
Feeling more and more humiliated, she leaned on his shoulders to boost herself up, then braced herself against the wall. She pushed her furry cunt against his face.
"Aaaaawwwwwwww," she whimpered as he licked her slit through her muff of curly hairs.
He kissed each inner thigh while his hands stroked up and down their flanks, across her tautly stretched stocking tops and along the straps of her garters. His fingertips crept into her buttocks and stretched the rubbery mounds apart. Brenda felt cool air kiss her asshole.
This is awful! she thought, standing on the couch astride him and staring at the wall. Her flesh throbbed.
"Sit on my face!" Norbert ordered, scrunching down a bit as he lay his head against the back of the sofa.
Brenda squatted shamefully, straddling his head, her knees on the sofa-top. Her breasts spread against the cold wall.
What she felt most keenly was the man's mouth as it pressed the softest and most succulent part of her pussy. His tongue speared damply into her flesh.
"Aaaaaah!" she said, and gave a giddy shudder as he lewdly licked the interior of her throbbing twat. Her honey gushed down to roll along his lapping tongue. His nose stimulated her clitty as he breathed in the tangy-sweet scent of her bush.
Finally he needed fresh air and, by that time, Brenda's excitement had surged to a demanding intensity. She wanted him to go on and do everything to her!"
He pushed her off the sofa, and her titties bounced as she landed flat-footed. He grasped her by the shoulders and kept pushing downward. She sank to her knees on the carpet.
Of course he would want me to suck his dirty cock! she thought. Well, I want to suck it, too!
She clawed open his trousers, snaked her hand inside, and brought out his stiffly pulsating penis. It wasn't very long, but it was thick and meaty, especially the head, when she pushed his hood back. Brenda bent to his lap and began licking his cock.
"Uuuh!" he panted. "God damn! Oooh, shit! SUCK ittt!"
He jammed the wicked plunger between Brenda's soft lips and into the warm wetness of her mouth. Wrapping her lips around his shank, she moaned against his mouth-stuffing meat as she sucked and licked at the same time, driving him wild. His rump bounced on the springy sofa while he fucked her face. He held her by the titties, squeezing. Her nipples drilled into his palms.
The pumping of his thick, horny cock-ridge between her spread lips gave them both keen excitement. She gulped down the slippery pre-coital fluid that leaked from the tip of his pecker.
"Get up!" he rasped.
Brenda obeyed, her brain swirling woozily. Her lips were wet and slack. Her hair fell wantonly across one cheek.
Norbert bobbed to his feet, his erection nodding springily. He shucked his pants and shorts down around his lower legs.
"Sprawl on the sofa!" he told Brenda. "Face forward!"
She dived, planting her elbows on the cushiony vinyl, leaving one foot on the floor and extending her other leg along the couch. Her ass quivered in voluptuous roundness.
The banker grasped the cheeks of her bottom and spread them apart, his thumbs in her satiny crack. He gazed at the gathered puckers of her asshole, which she unconsciously pulled tighter when she realized they were exposed. Her pussy-slit was wet with her juices, mingled with his saliva.
His cock twitched as it stuck up, beneath his rather prominent belly. The time had come for him to drive his stake into her.
"Get up on one knee!" he ordered. "Put it on the edge of the sofa!"
Brenda complied, twisting her tilted torso and aiming her bottom ignominiously at him. Her other leg slanted down to the floor, and she braced herself on it.
Norbert moved, holding his stiff cock and aiming it toward her pleasure-zone. He worked his bulging prick-head into her slippery softness, and she felt her cuntal mouth expand ripplingly over his glans. He pushed, sinking as deeply into her warmly clasping vagina as he could go.
Clapping his hands against her widespread hips, he began to fuck her, ramming her body down into the sofa. Her neck was twisted, her cheek pressed against the vinyl. Her entire body shook as Norbert pounded his belly against the cheeks of her ass, pumping his thick prick up and down in her passage.
Despite the humiliating position he had put her in, and his attitude of using her without the slightest regard for her feelings, Brenda responded sensuously to his treatment. She moaned, wriggling her pussy as he vigorously speared it.
He huffed and puffed. His pudgy hands skidded up and down her thighs, along her garters and across her stocking tops. Her butt cheeks shimmied as he smacked them rapidly with his rotund front. His thickly ridged cock skidded swiftly through the stretched, elastic orifice of her fuck hole, providing intense stimulation for them both.
Brenda rollicked toward a release. She drove her hot crotch against the banker's jabbing thrusts. She felt his balls bouncing against her clit.
"Oooooh, fuck me ... fuck meeeee!" she moaned wantonly.
Norbert growled and sank his fingers into the softness of her ass flesh, spreading the mounds once again. He watched his thick cock drive spearingly up and down in her hair-fringed circle. The tightly closed anal orifice, just above it, wiggled as he rolled her buttocks while holding them wide open.
Suddenly the appeal of that other tiny hole became too strong for him to resist and he pressed a thumb against it while he kept fucking her.
"Aaaaawwwwwwgh!" she said, in hurt and humiliation, as her surprised asshole yielded to his cruel pressure, and his thumb sank into her butt.
He jerked and spurted in her pussy, and her hot flesh spasmed around him. She came as he hosed the depths of her vagina with a seemingly endless gush of cum, while his thumb wiggled obscenely in her ass.
"Ooooh, my ... Goddd!" she said finally, all the breath heaving out of her.
The banker pulled his thumb from her asshole with a lurid popping sound, then drew his softening, sated penis from her sexual sump. She plopped onto her belly, feeling more fucked than ever before.
After a couple of minutes she got up and tried not to look at Norbert as she pulled up her panties, snuggling them against her sopped pussy. She continued to look away as she fitted her tits into her bra.
"So, when can you make a payment on your car?" the banker asked from behind his desk, all-business again as he perused her file.
"Damn you, you ought to forget about one payment anyway!" she said.
"My dear, if it were up to me ..."
"Oh, sure. I know."
Brenda wriggled her dress down her voluptuous form.
"Well, I'll put a hold on this for two weeks," Norbert said, making a notation in her file. "If you can't make the payment by then, come in and see me-hmm?" He smiled.
"What good will that do me?"
"We can have another discussion of the matter."
"I'll pay," she said simply, combing her hair as she looked in her compact mirror. The face of an unwilling whore stared back at her.
Unwilling? She had enjoyed what had happened, degrading though it was. She snapped her compact shut, wishing she could resolve the conflicts within her as easily and decisively as that.
When she left Norbert's office, cheeks glowing, she didn't look to right nor left. She felt ashamed, but at least she had a car to drive away in.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Brenda's job shamed her, also. She wondered, while the men lewdly ogled her, why she shouldn't just sell her body, as she had done in effect with Norbert. She could make a lot more that way than Al paid her to prance around the gas pumps in her short skirt and breast-cuddling blouse, showing almost about everything she had to a bunch of leering slobs!
Showing wasn't all she had to do, either.
She had to put up with the men's filthy remarks:
"How about a roll in the hay, baby?"
"Wow, what a pair of knockers."
"How big are those bazooms, anyway-forty-four D?"
Quite a few of the customers had gotten onto the trick of tipping her to check their tires or wash their windshield, while they took peeks at her panties or copped a quick feel. She didn't dare refuse to perform the "services" or slap them for getting fresh, because she still needed the job.
The one bright feature of her work was Danny. His bright-eyes, boyish smiles warmed her, and she deliberately rubbed against him whenever they were alone, getting as much of a thrill from it as he did. Danny was a guy she could handle.. .and enjoy .. . without feeling she was being used.
Al was in and out several times during her shift, grinning in his amiable way. Though his eyes worked her over, especially when he thought she wasn't looking, she had to give him credit for not putting his hands on her or making suggestive remarks. Maybe he was happily married, she thought. Was that possible?
Danny hung around during the evening, as he had the night before. When business was slow, he and Brenda had fun.
Once she saw him duck into the narrow passageway between the cases of motor oil and the John, and she followed, sneaking up behind him. In the darkness, she ran her arms around his middle, letting one hand glide down to fondle his cock and balls.
"Hey, take it easy!" he protested. "I've gotta pee!"
Brenda giggled. "Well, go ahead. I've always wanted to watch a guy do it."
Danny snapped on the light in the tiny can and blushed as he stood in front of the crapper to unzip his coveralls. Brenda blushed also as she watched him take out his dick, His piss leaped from the end of it, drilling into the water.
"Ooh, my goodness!" Brenda said, staring. "You've got power even when you do that!"
His bashful face broke into a grin.
He took a long, luxurious piss while Brenda watched, and he shook his peter dry. Then he tucked the organ back into his pants and flushed the John.
"Your turn now," he said, zipping up.
"Oooh, no!" she squealed, and ran back to the front of the station, feeling warm. She realized she had gotten aroused from watching Danny urinate.
"I'll catch you in there one of these times," he said, patting her on the bottom as he sauntered past.
They had a fine, free relationship, she thought, and it didn't matter that he was several years younger than she.
At closing time he asked, "Can we go to your place, like last night?"
Brenda bit her lip. "I'd like that, Danny, but my neighbors are bound to notice if we come home together all the time."
"Then ... where?" he asked urgently.
"How about in the service bay?" she suggested, her eyes sparkling naughtily. "You could shut the big door."
A grin spread over the youth's face, and he quickly went to secure the office and gas pumps while Brenda sneaked into the bay to wait for him in the shadows. So as not to waste time, she slipped her blouse and skirt off, laying them on top of the oil cases. Though it was too dark in there for anyone to see her, she still got a giddy sensation as she stood in her panties and watched the traffic pass on the street.
If those guys in the cars only knew! she thought. Then: Brenda, you're getting really wicked!
Danny quickly entered the bay and shut the door from the inside. "Shit!" he said. "It's awful dark in here!"
"Do we dare turn on a light?" Brenda wondered aloud.
"Well, the windows are high. I don't think anyone can see through them."
Danny flipped a switch, and the garage was bathed in shocking brilliance.
"Ooh!" Brenda said, jumping. Her bare titties bounced.
"Wow, do you look cute like that!" Danny said, and pulled her into his arms. Her breasts spread against his lean chest as he kissed her, his hands grasping the rondures that stretched her blue nylon briefs. His cock hardened fast.
"I want to . .. suck you, Danny!" she panted as she pulled her mouth free.
"Sure!" the youth husked.
Brenda looked down. "But I can't kneel on this concrete. I'll scratch my knees. Take off your coveralls."
The boy quickly shucked his single garment off, his dick springing high and flipping. He spread his coveralls on the floor.
Brenda kneeled on them and grasped his rod. Gazing at it, she rolled his loose foreskin up and down, enjoying the way his cockhead bulged. Her mouth watered.
She leaned close, and then heard Danny catch his breath. When she began to lick his pecker, he groaned. His rod quivered in her grasp. She could feel the hot blood surging through it.
She licked up and down his dick pleasurably, her tongue spreading saliva over every inch of his shaft and its bulging, pinkish-blue head. She let the thing stick straight up alongside her nose and sniffed its humid, stimulating fragrance as she licked his dangling, lightly-haired balls.
"Oooh wowwww, Brenda!" he husked. "I love it when you do that!"
She giggled and looked up at him, enjoying the passionate expression on his adolescent face as she nibbled at his tasty knob. Then she maneuvered the long, stiff thing into her mouth and pumped her head forward and back, her lips skidding silkily on his slick pole. His cockhead surged deeper into her mouth then she had ever let it go before. She loved the feel of it in there so much, and its wild boyish taste, that her throat opened without gagging. She gargled on his throbbing rod.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" he moaned, and spurted, bathing Brenda's tonsils with his cum.
She gulped all his jism down, her lips clasping fervently around his rod. She kept sucking until he was soft, then let his peter flop from her mouth.
Panting, she smiled up at him. "Well that was one," she said, "I'll let you rest for a minute, then we'll really get with it."
She turned and stretched out on his coveralls, tilting her thighs up. He squatted between them, staring at the narrow center strip of her panties.
"I wish I wasn't so danged fast!" he said.
"Don't worry about it," Brenda replied, fluffing her hair against his coveralls on the floor. "You'd be all right if I didn't insist on sucking you every time. But, damn it, I like the taste of your cock! Aren't I awful?" She giggled.
"I kind of like the taste of your pussy, too," the youth said, staring at the strip of panty that covered it, letting only a few curly hairs escape.
"Then, by all means. .. enjoy!" she told him, and stripped her panties down.
Danny watched her lift her legs into the air as she wriggled from her briefs, her bottom spreading. He obviously appreciated the sight of her furry snatch ... and a quick glimpse of her asshole.
"Here, take these, will you, and put 'em with my other clothes?" she requested, handing him her panties. "They'll get dirty on the floor."
He stretched her panties open and looked at them.
"What'd you do that for?" she asked, smiling curiously.
"They're nice and clean!" he said.
"Well, what d'you think?"
"I don't know." He stood up and walked naked to the oil cases. "Not everybody has clean underwear, I guess."
Brenda laughed. It seemed they could discuss anything. She wondered if she were falling in love with the boy.
She watched his cock and balls sway gracefully as he returned to her. She wished she had taken him home. A drafty old garage was not the best place to make love.
But it sufficed as Danny knelt between her tilted thighs. He turned his head to the left and licked a smooth, creamy-toned column.
"Ooooooooo!" Brenda breathed. She was heating fast.
Danny licked her other thigh, this time running his damp tongue all the way to her pussy. He swabbed her plushy outer labia, plastering her hairs against the velvet flesh.
"You do that niiiiice!" she said.
His tongue wiggled into her snatch.
"Oooooh, that's even better!" she told him, and hooked her loving legs around his head.
Drawing him snugly and warmly against her girlishly scented crotch, she wiggled her hips. Her pussy spread around his mouth, and his lips as well as his tongue sank within her. He slurped and sucked noisily at her honeypot while Brenda thrilled.
She hoped he was getting worked up, because she was ready to be speared. If he didn't show a hard-on by the time he came up for air, she would suck him to erection, she vowed.
That didn't prove necessary, and she regretted it a little. But the sight of his boyish dick sticking up, throbbing with his desire for her, made her so hot for fucking that she spread her legs wide in the air.
The flower between her thighs opened its rosy petals. Her slick little cunt mouth pulsated visibly. Her clit was erect in its small, fleshy hood.
"Dick me!" she said. "Oooooh, Danny, I want your rod!"
The boy scrambled forward atop her, and she wrapped him in her arms and legs. She began fucking fervently as soon as he sank his cock inside her.
It was going to be a quick ride tonight. That was how she wanted it, and she was certain Danny wouldn't mind.
"Screw me .. . screw meeeee!" she exhorted, raking his back with her nails. Her heels drummed his heaving flanks.
He shafted his long dick into her as rapidly as he could, driving for a quick payoff with boyish impetuosity. This time she didn't try to slow him down. Her cunt seemed to gulp at his slippery pole. Her titties shook against his chest.
She panted next to his ear, "Oooh, Dannnn-eeee! You're a.. . wonderful fucker! You've got a... long, luscious prick! GIVE it to me, bay-beeee!"
He screwed her with everything he had, bouncing her bottom on the thinly covered, hard floor. She gasped and squealed. She was rising rapidly toward a zenith, wanting it more desperately than anything in the world.
Her cunt rippled around his quick-fucking cock. Their crotches made a lurid, fleshy sound as they slapped together. He groaned. She held her breath.
Suddenly she began to come, and a wild cry issued from her throat. Danny spurted twitchingly inside her, growling. Their bodies shook together. She all but blanked out from the luscious, warm orgasm that squeezed Danny's cock, milking every last drop of jism up from his boyishly vibrant balls.
After getting dressed, they kissed good night lingeringly, then he walked to his car and she to hers. She slid behind the wheel and just sat there for a minute while Danny drove away. Her brain was like a merry-go-round, slowly running down. It took her a long while to recover from a good fucking.
Finally, when she was about to start her engine, a double tanker truck rumbled off the street and across the station lot. She watched, curious, as the truck stopped. Al and another man climbed out.
Brenda thought it was strange that Al would be delivering gas to the station. She had assumed it came from some big oil company.
"What did I tell you? Slick as grease!" Al said to the man who was with him. They weren't far from Brenda, but they hadn't noticed her car parked in the shadows at the side of the station.
"It was easy this time, but how long do you think you're gonna get away with it?" the other man, who was big and black, asked.
"Listen ... I've been doing it for months at the other station I own. If you'd been with me right along, you'd know how safe it is. The government keeps lousy records. A few thousand gallons more or less? What the fuck do they know?"
"Yeah, but the guards check you in and out of that storage depot."
"So what? The phony pass worked, didn't it? And those fake requisition forms? Nobody wants to stick their neck out and ask questions. What do you they care? It isn't their gas."
"How'd you get that pass and those government forms, anyway?" the black man asked.
"I bought 'em from a guy. Now let's quit gabbing and get this gas in the ground!"
Brenda was afraid to start her car, because she didn't want Al to know she had overheard his conversation. He was a crook-stealing gas from the government! That meant he could go to jail for a long time if the authorities found out. Brenda held his fate in her hands.
She leaned over and lay on the seat of the car, trembling.
Then she realized: If Al notices my car, he'll wonder why it's parked here so late. He'll come over to investigate .. . and he'll see me!
I've got to get out of the car and run!
She raised her head just enough to peep over the window ledge. Both Al and his helper were standing with their backs to her, fitting a hose from the gas truck into the mouth of an underground tank.
Brenda took a deep breath and quietly opened the car door behind her. She slid out of the car ass first, her short skirt rumpling at her waist. Standing on the ground, she squatted and shut the car door as quietly as she could. Then she ran behind the station building and away.
It wasn't until she was up the street, out of sight of the station, that she realized she had left her purse on the floor of the car ...
CHAPTER NINE
Had Brenda's next-door neighbor been watching, he would have been treated to quite a sight: Her curvaceous body was bent over a window ledge as she scrambled into her house, her panty-clad bottom wiggling in the moonlight.
She tumbled to the floor and sat there, too tired to move for several minutes. It had been a long walk from the station, then she had been forced to break into her own house, because she had left her key in her purse.
Still, tiredness was not her main concern. What would Al think if he noticed that her car was unlocked and found her purse inside it? That would seem mighty funny! He might even suspect she had been sitting there and had overheard his conversation with his helper.
What am I going to do? Brenda wondered.
Don't panic! her judgment dictated. You don't know that he'll notice your car and, if he does, he may not walk over to it. Even if he sees your purse, you could tell him that Danny drove you home and you just forgot it.
But why leave a car and a purse behind?
It doesn't make sense.
Oh, God!
Brenda got up shakily and thought about calling Danny. He was probably asleep by that time, though, and one of his parents might answer the phone. Then his family would be upset, and they'd want to know what all the fuss was about.
Better be cool, Brenda thought.
Anyway, Al wouldn't dare DO anything to me. He's a thief, but he's not a murderer!
Still, she shuddered.
She took a bath, worrying all the time, and went to bed. Tired though she was, it took her quite awhile to fall asleep.
She was roused in the morning by the ringing of the doorbell. Half-asleep, she struggled out of bed, pushed her tangled hair away from her face, and pulled a robe around her as she walked to the door.
Midway across the living room she froze, the events of the preceding night tumbling back into her mind. She couldn't see who was outside the house-but what if it was Al?
She would have to face him later that day, anyhow, she decided. Taking a grip on herself, she walked the rest of the way to the door and opened it.
"Brenda!" the big, fleshy-faced man exclaimed. He grinned as amiably as ever. "What happened last night?" He handed her purse to her.
She got a crawly sensation as she grasped her purse. "Ooh, thanks for bringing this! I forgot it. That was crazy, wasn't it? I just left it in my car." She forced a nervous smile.
"And you left your car unlocked. I brought it over."
"Well, thank you. But how are you going to get back to the station?"
"I thought you might be good enough to drive me."
"Yes. Well, of course!" Brenda backed up. "Come in. It'll take me a few minutes to get dressed."
Al entered her house and shut the door behind him.
"I, uuh, rode home with Danny. That's why I left my car."
"Yeah?" Al studied her, and her nervousness increased.
He doesn't believe me! she thought. But does he suspect I was at the station when he showed up last night?
"If ... you'll excuse me," she said, and edged toward the bedroom. "Brenda?"
"Yes?" Her heart was hammering, and her eyes were wide.
"How did you get into your house? Your keys were in your purse."
"Well, I... uh ... had to crawl in through a window."
"When you realized you didn't have your purse, why didn't you have Danny drive you back to get it?"
She became flushed, and she could hardly speak. "Ooh, there wasn't any money in my purse... just a couple of dollars .. . and I was tired ..."
"Sit down, Brenda. I want to talk with you."
"Well, can't I get dressed first?"
"Sit down." Al was no longer smiling.
Brenda sank into a chair, and he stood in front of her. He seemed huge. He could kill her with his bare hands if he wanted to, she thought.
"Something upset you last night, and I want to know what it was," he said. "When did you leave the station?"
"Right at midnight!" she replied quickly. "Well, what happened to make you leave your purse in your car."
"I told you ... "
"No. You didn't just forget it. Girls don't do that." Brenda stared up at him. She couldn't think. "Ooh, all right!" she blurted. "I was frightened."
"By what?"
"Nothing! It was silly. Please let me get dressed."
"You took that job at the station because you needed money bad," Al said, and jammed a hand into his pocket. He brought out some bills. "Would five hundred dollars fix you up?"
"What?"
Al counted out the money and held it out to her. "Take it."
"B-but..."
The big man grinned again. "I believe in sharing the wealth. I'm doing good with my stations, so..."
Brenda stared at the money. Al was trying to buy her off. That meant he suspected she knew about his racket. If she took the money, it would be like an admission that he was right. But what if she didn't take it?
It was better to let him think he had bought her loyalty, she decided. She reached out and took the bills.
She sensed Al's immediate relaxation.
"You're a sensible girl!" he said with a chuckle. "I knew you would be. Oh, were you alone when you overheard Joe and me talking?"
"Yes!"
"And you got scared 'cause you thought I might be mad. You were probably sitting in your car at the time, and you just ran, huh?"
"Th-that's right!" Brenda still trembled a bit.
"Well, we have an understanding now-don't we? You aren't going to tell anybody else-even Danny-about what you heard, and I'm going to take care of you. Right?"
Brenda nervously nodded.
"Good girl!" Al backed up. "Okay, run and get dressed now."
She hurried into the bedroom, shut the door, and leaned against it. Her large breasts rose and fell in her robe.
She stared at the money in her hand. It would certainly come in handy! She could bring her car payments up to date and pay some other bills, also.
But it was criminal money! She had no right to it!
She dropped the bills on her nightstand, then stripped off her robe. Her nightie quickly followed. Walking to her bureau, her bare breasts bobbed. She snatched a pair of pink panties from her undies drawer.
She had just stepped into the briefs and pulled them up, snapping the elastic at her tummy, when the bedroom door opened. She gasped, whirling around. She clutched one naked knocker, her arm shielding the other.
"Get out of here!" she yelled at Al.
"Aaw now, honey ..." he said, ambling toward her, "we're partners, aren't we? It isn't as if you were some little virgin ..."
Brenda's mind swirled. Al had her cornered. If she were to fight him, he might think their "deal" was off, and he might do something desperate. But she didn't want to give in.
She backed up, still concealing her breasts. "Please ... leave me alone ... !"
Al kept advancing. Brenda's panty-clad bottom smacked against the wall. Her eyes widened.
Al grasped her arm and jerked it away from her breasts.
"I've been watching those tits of yours bob around for two days!" he husked. "I've been aching to get my hands on 'em!"
Brenda shut her eyes in shame, surrendering as his coarse fingers curled around her large globes and squeezed. He lifted her breasts, maintaining a football-hold on each of them. His thumbs strummed her rigid nipples.
Despite her revulsion, because she didn't find the man attractive in the least, warmth radiated from her breasts, through every tissue of her body.
Al breathed hard as he gazed down at her and wiggled her tits, continuing to squeeze them throbbingly. He caught her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, rubbing the rosy steams.
"Uuuh!" Brenda shuddered. 'Please don't do that!"
"Go on, baby! You know you like it!"
Finally Al let her titties bounce free and grasped her by an arm, leading her to the bed.
"Give me a little suck-off, huh?" he suggested, urging her to a sitting position on the edge of the mattress.
That would be better than letting him fuck me, Brenda thought. Maybe I can get it over with fast
Though she felt degraded, she unzipped the fly of his coveralls. Reaching inside, she felt for his cock. It wasn't hard to find. The man was hung like a horse, she discovered, as she brought out his thickened but still-supple penis and rolled the leathery hood back off its bulging head.
Holding it around the base, her hand against the fly of his coveralls, she let the stem curve forward, the purplish bulb nodding. It scent wafted up her nostrils, flaring them.
Shutting her eyes, Brenda leaned humiliatingly forward and stuck out her rosy, glistening tongue. Al looked down enjoying the sight as well as the thrilling feel of her tongue as it touched the knob of his penis.
"Aaaaahhhgh!" he sighed raspily, and his hose twitched.
Brenda licked his nozzle all around, feeling more sluttish than ever before. She pursed her soft lips around the end of his cock and let them glide forward, widening, until she had the entire swelling knob in her mouth. It ballooned even larger, and his shaft stiffened up.
Brenda let go of the monster, and it poked toward her face of its own accord. His thick shank stretched her lips as she glided them silkily up and down the man's rod, his huge glans filling her mouth.
Cocksucker! Cocksucker! an accusing voice cried in her mind. She didn't feel demeaned when she sucked Danny's darling organ, but she certainly felt cheap now!
Still, she kept bobbing her head, her lips clasping Al's big prick as they pumped up and down on it. Her saliva gushed, washing the flavor from his glans, and she gulped the tangy nectar down. Her brain swirled giddily.
She was taking Al's cockhead far back on her tongue, finally into the hot tightness of her throat as she strove to bring him off. He groaned and writhed.
"Way to go, baby!" he said. "God damn, you love it, don't you?"
Brenda moaned miserably against his mouth-stuffing meat. She bobbed her head faster, her titties shaking.
Al bent slightly and grasped her boobs. He drove his hips forward and back, through the pink, clasping circle of her sucking mouth.
"Eat that cock!" he rasped. "Yeah! Go way down on it! Take it all in! Shit!"
He fucked her sweet face faster, burning her lips with the rapid stroking of his rod. She got very excited. She couldn't help herself. Champing on Al's gristly bulb, she sucked harder, saliva drooling down her chin. Her entire body throbbed. Moisture broke through the lips of her pussy, dampening the panties she had just put on.
"AAAAAARRRRRGH!" Al growled, and his massive cock jerked in her mouth. Lava rose from his balls and streamed hotly through the thick tube that she held between her lips.
Though she could feel the gush coming, she couldn't possibly have been prepared for the mighty blast that struck the back of her throat. Her eyes bugged, watering. She struggled to swallow.
The convulsive contractions of her mouth and throat compressed Al's bulb, causing it to spurt all the more vigorously. Brenda gulped down burst after burst of his thick, musky cream until her throat muscles ached and her senses were swimming in a sea of sperm.
She fell away, gasping for breath. Foam covered her lips, and a rivulet of semen ran down her chin.
"Very good, baby . .. very good!" Al chortled, becoming his old jolly self.
Brenda lay on her side on the carpet, panting.
"Now you finish getting dressed, sweetheart," Al said as he stuffed his softened penis back into his clothes, "and we'll drive to the station."
Zipping his coveralls, he left the bedroom. The door remained open. But what did that matter now?
Brenda picked herself up and wiped her face on a tissue. She still tasted Al's cum.
What a horrible experience it had been, she thought. She had never been used so ruthlessly, without a bit of benefit to herself. Her nerves were ragged.
She eyed the money on the nightstand, which Al had given her before forcing himself on her. She would keep it, she decided. Darned right she would!
She finished dressing, not bothering with a bra or stockings, since she expected to return home right away. After putting on a blouse and skirt, she combed her hair quickly and applied a touch of lipstick. She walked to the living room and told Al she was ready.
He smiled and followed her from the house.
"I may as well drive, huh?" he said as they approached her car.
Brenda wasn't about to object. She just wanted to be rid of this awful man as soon as possible.
As he slid behind the wheel, she walked around and climbed in on the passenger side. He watched the shapely mounds in her blouse vibrate, and looked at her bare knees below her skirt.
He said nothing as he started the car and backed it out of the driveway. He turned in the direction of the gas station.
Upon reaching the boulevard, however, he cut the wheel in the opposite direction.
"Where are we going?" Brenda demanded.
Al speeded onto a freeway ramp.
"Stop this car!" Brenda cried. But that was a foolish demand, because they were doing sixty miles an hour, merging with the freeway traffic.
"Don't get excited," Al told her, deadly serious now. "And don't think about jumping out. You'd kill yourself, you know."
"Where are you taking me?" she asked in fright.
'To meet a friend of mine. You saw him last night. Joe Webber."
"That black man? Why?"
"He's going to take care of you until I can figure out something. Baby, you're too hot to walk around loose!"
They're going to KILL me! she thought.
CHAPTER TEN
Al stopped the car next to a shack in the country, and he said, "Okay, baby ... get your ass out!" Brenda froze.
Joe Webber emerged from the shack and ambled to the car. He was over six feet tall, with muscles that made bulges in his work shirt and tight jeans. He had a close-cropped head and shiny skin as dark as bittersweet chocolate.
"Man, this is crazy!" he said to Al. "Now we're kidnappers!"
"It'd be a hell of a lot crazier to let this babe tell what she heard last night! Yank her out of the car!"
"I told you I wouldn't tell anyone!" Brenda said pleadingly.
That's bullshit! I never knew a woman yet who would keep a secret. Why should you?"
"You gave me that money ..."
"Yeah, so you'd relax. I saw you put it in your purse in the bedroom." He snatched the bag from her. "Now I've got it back! Joe, pull her out of the fuckin' car!"
While Al remained behind the wheel, blocking her escape, the big black man opened the door. He reached in and scooped Brenda up in his arms. She kicked and beat at him, but he seemed to be made of solid rock. All that her writhing accomplished was to make her skirt fall back tto her lap, exposing her thighs and her pink panties.
"She's a wildcat!" Joe said, and set her on her feet. He quickly twisted an arm behind her back, causing her to help as he faced her toward the shack.
"She's cute, too-don't you think?" Al asked.
"If you like 'em white," Joe replied, marching her to the ramshackle house.
"And you do, I'll bet," Al said. "All you black dudes have hankering for white stuff."
"You watch it, man! I ain't too happy about this whole dam thing." damn thing."
He walked Brenda into the house, which consisted of three rooms. The furniture was as shoddy as the building itself, and the place looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in months.
"It's a good thing I've got this hid-away," Al remarked. "After I gave you the key this morning, I was afraid maybe you wouldn't be able to find it."
"You think I can't follow simple directions? What'd you buy this broken-down pad for-way out here in the boonies?"
"Speculation," Al said. "I picked it up for next to nothing, and all this land around here is going to rise in value when the population spreads out."
"That's the way to survive," Al said. "Push that cunt onto the couch."
Joe gave Brenda a shove, and she landed on her side on the dusty, overstuffed sofa. Her skirt whipped to the tops of her thighs.
"All you've got to do," Al told his helper, "is to keep your eye on her. That shouldn't be hard. Even when she goes to the fucking out-house, you go with her. Understand?"
"Okay, man," Joe said with a sigh.
"I'll be back later, after I get something framed up. You brought some food like I said?"
"Yeah, enough for a day or two."
"Good." Al looked at Brenda. "I'm really sorry to give you a bad time, baby. But I've got to protect myself. It's too bad you hung around the station after closing time last night!"
He turned and strode from the shack, leaving Brenda alone with Joe. She heard the boss drive her car away.
"Like I told Al, I don't like this thing," Joe said, taking a chair.
"Then let me go! You just work for Al, don't you? You can quit!"
Joe chuckled wryly. "You don't quit when you're in as deep as I am."
"What's Al going to do to me?"
"Baby, I don't know."
"He wouldn't kill me ... would he?"
"Not if I can help it!"
Brenda relaxed slightly. "Thank you."
Joe stood. "Want some coffee or something?"
"No, but..." Brenda colored. "This is embarrassing."
"What?"
"I have to ... go."
"Okay. Walk ahead of me. The John's outside."
Joe studied the white girl's shapely, undulating buttocks as she walked from the house.
"That's it over there." He pointed to a tiny, un-painted structure with a crude, wooden door standing open.
When they were halfway to the outhouse, Brenda turned to her captor. "You don't have to come any closer, do you?"
"Sorry. You heard Al."
"But you know where I'm going to be!"
"Yeah, and you could run. I'll stand right outside the door."
Brenda gave up arguing. Anyway, some minor embarrassment meant nothing compared to the large threat that hung over her.
She walked to the outhouse and entered it, wrinkling her nose at the unpleasant smell. She turned and tried to shut the door. Its rusted hinges were frozen, and the door wouldn't budge.
"Well, what am I going to doooo?" Brenda whined.
"Squat over the hole and piss," Joe said simply. Brenda blushed stronger. "Turn your back, then."
"Oh no, baby! If you were to get a running start, you might lead me a merry chase into the hills. Take your leak. I won't bother you."
Brenda stamped her foot, and the outhouse shook. Her braless titties bobbled.
"I hate you!" she said. "You're as bad as Al!"
"Maybe. Now do what you gotta do, and get it over with."
Extremely embarrassed, Brenda stood with her back to the toilet hole and, in full view of the staring black man, lifted her skirt. She hooked her pink nylon panties and quickly pulled them down, letting her skirt drop partway in the hope that he wouldn't see her pussy. He caught a fleeting glimpse of fur.
With her panties stretched between her thighs, Brenda tucked her skirt down in front of her cunny and lifted the garment at the back. She backed over the hole and let her urine go.
She felt considerable relief, because she had been holding it ever since she had gotten up that morning. But she remained embarrassed and didn't look at Joe while she peed, though he kept watching her.
She looked around. "My God, there's no paper!" she said.
Joe didn't reply. He seemed uneasy as he stared at the pretty girl with her panties down.
Brenda pulled them back up, again using her skirt for cover, and she didn't feel as clean as she would have liked. Still blushing, she started out of the crude John.
"Wait!" Joe said. "I may as well do it too, while we're here."
"Well, let me step out, will you?" Brenda asked irritably.
"No way! Stand there to the side."
"Oh, for goodness sake!" she exclaimed, her cheeks burning.
Joe held onto her arm while he opened his pants with his other hand. She couldn't help sweeping a glance across his front as he pulled his penis out. The thing was semi-tense, from his having watched her, and it was very black-even the bulging, bare head. His thick hose curved well forward from the fly of his pants.
Brenda throbbed with embarrassment, and an unwanted stimulation as well, though she refused to admit that. Facing forward and blushing fiercely, she listened to the black man's vigorous piss-stream strike into the toilet pit.
As the sound slackened off, she let her eyes shift for just a moment, taking another quick peek at his cock. Joe shook the long and meaty organ dry.
Brenda itched. She didn't know what was the matter with her. She should have been concerned only with her safety.
It's because of what happened with Al at home, she thought. Even though I hated what he made me do, it did get me worked up. And I had no release.
Joe guided her from the outhouse. As they returned to the shack, Brenda's eyes swept the surrounding wasteland. What she saw gave her little encouragement for escape. No other houses were nearby-only dry, rolling hills dotted by rocks and a few scrubby trees.
"Al talked about 'framing something up'," Brenda said as she walked into the house in front of her guard. "What did he mean?"
"Baby, I got no idea."
She sighed and sank onto the sofa, while Joe took a chair opposite her. He had a look of concentration on his dark, lustrous face, and Brenda wondered what he was thinking.
Was he going to rape her, despite the way he had talked to Al, about not wanting a white woman? Well, he hadn't actually said that, had he? He'd just taken offense because Al had assumed he would want her.
Brenda shivered inwardly as she imagined him fucking her: Looking up at his strange dark face, knowing that the hardness inside her was his black cock!
Black . .. white. Did that really make any difference? Brenda believed she wasn't racially prejudiced; still, she couldn't think of a black and a white guy as being alike.
She pictured Joe's prick in her mind, imagining it sticking stiffly toward her face. Could she bring herself to suck it???
"What's the matter?" Joe asked, studying her.
"What?"
He smiled faintly. "You looked like you were far away."
"Oh. Well... I wasn't... really." She shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. A faint flush came to her cheeks.
"I'm sorry I got to hold you here like this."
'Then let me go!" she said urgently.
"Baby, I already told you ... "
Brenda jumped up, and her braless breasts bobbed in her blouse. She walked up to Joe. "You could say I just sneaked out when you weren't looking,and that you had left you keys in your car ... "
"Shit!" mp Girl
"Well, you could do that if you wanted to." Brenda began to tingle as she looked down at him. "What if I made it... worth your while?"
His eyes widened knowingly, and a grin toyed with his full lips. "Baby, you sure as hell tempting me!"
Her excitement heightened as she unbuttoned her blouse. Joe's fascinated gaze took in her lush cleavage-then the full, creamy splendor of her big tits as she spread her blouse open. Her rosy nipples pushed up, plump and tall.
Joe didn't make a move. But he didn't tell Brenda to re-button her blouse, either.
Getting so excited that she could hardly stand it, she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned forward. She twisted slightly, hobbling her titties against his face.
He let out a growl and grasped the cheeks of her ass. Tilting his fuzzy head to the side, he opened his mouth and seized a titty. He tugged at the luscious mouthful, stretching her boobie forward, and his sucking made Brenda's nipple throb.
"Ooh, Goddd ... yesssssssss!" she hissed. "Suck it! Suck the other one!"
She jerked her first titty free and slapped the other across his dark face, into his eager mouth.
Both breasts pulsated wildly, and she felt a quaking in the pit of her belly. Her bottom seemed to burn in the black man's clutches.
I don't WANT to do this! she told herself. But it will help! If I'm real good to him, he will let me go. I know he will!
Dizzily, she sank to her knees between the black man's spread thighs. She clawed at the front of his jeans, feeling the hardness that stuffed the crotch of them. Her throat muscles were tight, her heart pounding.
She pulled out Joe's prick and stared at the tremendous length of thick, dark meat that stuck up toward her face. It was the largest cock she had yet seen, its knob as big as a fist!
"You little fox!" Joe husked.
She wrapped a thumb and index finger as far around the base of his shaft as they would go, and she kept staring at the monstrous organ that pointed toward her. It was so dark! She tried to jack up her courage. Suddenly she knew that she had to suck that big, black cock if it was the last thing she did in the world.
She bent her head. Her lips parted. Her rosy tongue came out.
Joe watched in wordless fascination, then quivered with delight as her tongue swirled around his bulging cockhead. She felt his tree tremble, as if in a high gale, and she shut her eyes, licking his tangy prick more ardently. His musky scent gushed up her nostrils.
She didn't take his cock into her mouth immediately, but teased herself by licking up and down it, along the thick, super-hard stalk. His black dick surged up past her nose, rubbing her face. She got so excited that she couldn't contain herself any longer.
Tilting his eight-inch rod toward her mouth, she pursed her soft lips around its blunt snout. She licked his vent, deriving even stronger flavor, and she widened her lips as far as they would go. The fattest part of Joe's cockhead was barely able to squeeze through the soft, slippery circle.
Brenda's eyes popped wide open when her mouth was thoroughly plugged by his hard-on. Her saliva gushed, and she gulped, squeezing his spongy bulb between her tongue and palate.
Oh, fm sucking a Negro s cock! she thought giddily as she drew at the flavorful thing, her rosy lips working fish-like around the black shaft.
I don't want to! It's just that I MUST!
She let her eyes close again, and her senses swirled as she bobbed her head. Joe's charger surged far back on her tongue, but its knob was too huge to go into her little throat. Still, she was able to mouth two or three inches of shaft. Her clasping lips skidded up and down across the horny ridge of Joe's cockhead.
She had never taken so much prick into her mouth before-or such a tasty one, either! Her eyes rolled as she sucked on it, her entire body throbbing. She knew she was going to let Joe fuck her.
After sucking his cock until she was so hot that she couldn't postpone the ultimate thrill for a moment longer, she let the huge, springy shaft leap free of her mouth. She turned around on the floor and stuck her ass up.
Joe dropped to a kneeling position behind her and flipped her skirt to the small of her back. Her girlishly plump buttocks stretched the pink nylon of her panties. The lower curves of her rich mounds were partially revealed, and the crack between her beautifully rounded asscheeks was hazily visible through the silky fabric.
Joe grasped her by the broad hips and shook her bottom in her panties. His upthrust prick jerked with excitement as he watched her jelly-like ass-flesh quiver.
"Ooooh, dooooo it... doooooo it... pleeeeease!" Brenda panted.
She was begging him to fuck her, and she couldn't understand it. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, totally divorced from her will.
She felt ashamed ... and tremendously thrilled ... when Joe pulled her panties down. She wiggled, shaking her bottom, as he worked the panties out from under her knees and off.
Mashing her breasts against the bare, dirty floor of the shack, she stuck her ass higher into the air as she spread her knees wide apart. All her girlish secrets were exposed to the lusting black man-her shaggy little cunt, its slick lips flared with excitement, and her anus which tingled in the deep cleft of her asscheeks.
She was afraid that maybe Joe's big prick would hurt her, but she had to have it! She rotated her lush rear seductively.
Joe didn't take long to appreciate the luscious sight or to anticipate the pleasure that it promised. Being a man of action, he acted quickly.
Grasping his huge prick in his fist, he directed the black torpedo into the open, hair-edged crevice which Brenda offered. She gasped when she felt his thickness stretch her pussy-mouth. The sensitive nerves in her orifice thrilled as he pushed through the gap. He was stuffing her cunny as it had never been stuffed before, gliding his thick hard-on deeper and deeper into her body. She felt her channel dilate all the way to its end, in the center of her belly. Even its deepest part stretched.
Brenda was literally crammed by hard, throbbing prick!
"Ooooooooooooh!" she moaned passionately, her cheek pressed against the floor.
Joe began to pull and thrust, his dark face a mask of intense concentration. The slowly gliding strokes of his massive pecker rippled the girl's clasping cunt. She gasped and gurgled. She had never been fucked like this!
She undulated her back, at first cautiously. When she became convinced that her vagina had expanded to take as much as Joe could give her, without causing pain, her motions became more abandoned. She bumped her ass sockingly against his pants-front.
Joe drove his eight-inches all the way into her with every thrust. He nearly pulled it out on the backstrokes, so that just its horny ridge was clasped within her cunt-mouth. He alternated his lengthy strokes with deeply sunk rotations, which stirred her as a pole might stir a boiling cauldron.
Brenda yipped and jerked. She was approaching orgasm. Joe just kept working on her, as if he had a long way to go, but she couldn't hold off for another moment.
It was the Fourth of July within her prick-speared body. Warmly radiating fres went off, extending their tingly tentacles all through her. Her pussy clasped spastically around Joe's rod, rippling up and down on the massive plunger. Still, he kept fucking as if nothing had happened ... though her orgasmic contractions thrilled him.
He held her by the hips, twisting her slowly and pulling her ass toward him each time he deeply plunged into her hot hole. She was so wet that his prick glided as if on belted butter. Their linked, active organs made a sucking, slurping sound. His clothed front patted her buttocks, shimmying them.
For awhile, after her first come, Brenda didn't feel anything. But it didn't take long for the Negro's deep-reaching thrusts within her pussy to get her going again. She gasped and made little whimpering sounds as she fell back into the rhythm of his slow, steady fucking.
Her brain wheeled.
When Joe felt that her responses were sufficiently rekindled, he stepped up the tempo of his cock-strokes. His belly began really to slap the spread cheeks of her ass. His prick was like a raging monster inside her.
"Oooooh!" she panted. "Aaaaah! Doooo ittt! Oooh, yessss!"
Joe fucked her faster and faster.
She was on a giddy, spinning flight high among the stars, and she went into a new orgasmic flurry. She kept coming.
The black man pumped his big prick into her rosy-rimmed fuck-hole as rapidly as he could, while her bottom bobbed and jerked. She moaned. She squealed. She gasped for breath, feeling that she couldn't take any more.
Finally Joe went off, and his prick leaped in her rippling cuntal grasp as great gushes of warm, thick sperm pooled in the center of her quaking belly. Her final climactic thrill was so intense that she blanked out for a few moments.
She collapsed on the rough floor of the shack, and Joe pulled out of her.
Her plan had been to make a deal at this point. But her mind was too woozy to function, and she just lay on the floor, panting.
"I'm gonna put some coffee on," Joe said, and walked into the crude, disheveled kitchen where there was a wood-burning range.
Brenda pushed herself up off the floor and looked around. She could have run nut while Joe was in the kitchen, and she might have gotten away. But she had neither the strength nor the ambition.
Everything would be all right, she assured herself, settling back onto the floor. Joe wouldn't let Al hurt her. Anyway, if Al were going to kill hershe didn't want to think of that-he would have done it right away.
And Joe had such a wonderful prick ...
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Danny!"
It was two hours later when Brenda sprang up from the couch at the sight of her young boy friend. He entered the shack ahead of Al.
"What's going on, Brenda?" he asked in his adolescent voice. "Why are you here?"
"I was wondering the same thing about you," she said. "Why did you come?"
"Ask Al. He wouldn't tell me where we were going or why."
The gas station racketeer cracked one of his amiable smiles, which made him out to be a kind, gentle soul. "We're all gonna have a good time," he said. "Call it a party."
He placed a camera on a small, rickety table.
"What's that?" Brenda asked foolishly. She could see what it was, but she wondered why Al had brought it.
He ignored the question and asked Joe, "How has our girl been behaving herself?"
As Joe assured his boss that everything was all right, Danny moved shyly up to Brenda and wrapped his arms around her. It was with mixed feelings that she gave him her mouth, lips softly parted and her tongue touching his. It bothered her that she had enjoyed herself with Joe, when she was supposed to be Danny's girl.
"Hey, look at that!" Al said of the young couple, embracing. "They already like each other. They oughta put on a real good show for us!"
"What've you got in mind?" Joe asked suspiciously.
Al grinned at him. "Relax, buddy. You'll enjoy this, too."
Brenda broke away from Danny. "You shouldn't have brought him here," she said to Al. "He had nothing to do with this."
"He has now. Anyway, I couldn't be sure whether he was with you when you heard Joe and me talking."
"What's this all about, Brenda?" Danny asked anxiously.
"Don't ask questions," she advised him. "These men are dangerous."
Al chuckled. "Don't scare the kid! Anyhow, it isn't so. Have either Joe or I hurt you, honey?"
"N-not yet."
"Well, we're not going to ... as long as you and your, uh, boyfriend cooperate."
Brenda's eyes shifted nervously. She didn't like the sound of Al's cryptic remarks.
"Let's get right on with it," he said, "because I want to get these kids home before night. I had to close the station today. Sally was pissed."
"If you'd tell me what the fuck you've got in that crooked brain of yours ..." Joe began.
Al turned mean, as he had proved on prior occasions that he could do: "Just shut up and follow orders. Take your pants off."
"What?"
"You heard me! The same goes for you, Danny...out of your clothes."
"Now, wait a minute .... " Brenda protested.
"And you shut up, cunt! If you want to get out of this thing with your pretty skin, you'll follow orders."
"Brenda, I don't understand any of this!" Danny said, his cheeks turning rosy at the thought of undressing before the group.
"You don't have to understand it, kid!" Al snapped. "Just get ready to have a ball."
"You'd better ... do as he says, Danny," Brenda advised shamefully. "He forced me to come here. Joe has been holding me prisoner. I know something that could send them both to jail."
"That's enough!" Al said loudly. "Danny and Joe, strip down! You too, Brenda. Right now!"
Though he wasn't holding a gun on her, she had no doubt that he and Joe could overpower both Danny and her without trouble. The youth seemed equally aware of the dangerous spot they were in. While obviously embarrassed, he began to take his clothes off.
Brenda removed her blouse, baring her full, lovely breasts. Her cheeks gained added pinkness as she stepped out of her skirt. She hesitated before taking her panties off.
The sight of her in just her silky undergarment was enough to fire Danny's ardor. Despite the fact that others were present, his teenaged dick was standing up when he lowered his coveralls.
"Christ, to be seventeen again!" Al said enviously.
Joe stepped out of his pants, and his black cock curved forward, meaty and long but only half-erect.
"What's the matter with you, man?" Al asked him. "I should think that white meat would have you raring to go!"
Joe flared, "Knock off that shit! Now, what are we gonna do?"
"I'll tell you in a minute." Al turned to the girl. "Brenda, you look cute as hell standing there in your panties. But you can't ball with 'em on. Or... wait! Maybe it would add a nice modest touch for the first few pictures I want to take."
He picked up the camera.
"Get down on your knees, Brenda. You're gonna eat cock!"
She blanched. This would be the most shameful thing yet-to be forced to suck someone's prick while others watched!
"You got no right to treat her this way!" Danny protested, though his cock continued to stand up, high and super-hard.
"We're not talking about rights, sonny boy!" Al replied. "She's gonna do what I tell her to do. Brenda ... get down!"
Feeling sick with shame and embarrassment, the pretty girl sank to her knees.
"Danny, you're obviously ready," Al said. "Stand over in front of her."
He complied, blushing fiercely. His erection was so turgid with hot blood that it didn't even waggle as he walked. Its head, which was trying to break out of the uneven circle of his foreskin, almost touched his flat belly. His balls quivered.
Brenda became excited as she stared at him. Then she thought of the camera Al was holding.
"You're not going to... actually take a picture of this, are you?" she asked.
"Don't worry about that! Just get to sucking, the way you really dig it! Give Danny a thrill."
The older man obviously assumed that he himself was the only one in the room whose cock had known the pleasure of Brenda's sucking lips and licking tongue.
She hurried to comply with his order, because she didn't want him to blurt out that she had sucked him-not with Danny there.
Her hand trembled as she reached for her young boyfriend's dick. Her cool fingers wrapped around its hard trunk and tilted the springy-stiff organ toward her mouth. Her salivary glands went to work even before her lips parted. When her rosy tongue came out, it was gleaming with wetness.
She couldn't stop thinking about the camera Al held. She wondered what he intended to do with the pictures after he had them. But she felt she had to go ahead with what he had demanded.
After casting a final, shamed glance at Al and Joe, noting that the latter had hold of his long, meaty cock while he watched in lustful fascination, Brenda shut her eyes and began to suck Danny's hard-on.
She felt his cock quiver as her tongue swirled around it. His tangy taste couldn't help but delight her.
A flash of light caused her eyes to pop open, and she knew Al had taken a picture of her tongue touching Danny's dick. Groaning shamefully, with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out, she went on with the erotic play. Once she got the taste of cock, she couldn't stop!
"Look at her lick that mother-fucker!" Al said to Joe. "Did you ever see a babe who was more cock-crazy?"
"Shut up, man!" Joe growled. He was slowly stroking his long, dark wand, causing it to stretch out and lift.
Al rubbed himself through his pants.
The realization that the men were watching only seemed to fire Brenda's passion. Though she seethed with shame, her mouth gaped hungrily to encompass the bulging, slippery knob of Danny's cock.
Light flashed again as Al took another picture.
How is that going to look? Brenda wondered with dismay as she tried to visualize the snapshot. She had never seen a girl with a cock sticking into her face before, either in real life or in a picture.
She couldn't worry about it, however, because she was too intent upon enjoying the juicy all-day sucker that was deep in her mouth. Her tongue revolved wetly around it as she sucked. She gulped frequently, swallowing down the flavor that seeped from Danny's dong.
"Joe, move up there!" Al ordered. "I want to get a shot of her taking two dicks at once."
Brenda raised her head from Danny's pecker, and the rounded, slick head of it popped luridly from her lips. His shaft sprang straight up.
"No!" Brenda panted. "I don't want to ... take Joe's!"
"What's the matter?" Al asked. "Are you some kind of bigot?"
"Leave her alone!" the black man said. "You've got your dirty pictures."
"Yeah, but not enough. I want a complete set." Al chuckled.
"Danny, I'm s-sorry ...!" Brenda moaned, looking up at the passion-tense youth.
"It's okay," he said. "Don't make Al mad. You better do as he says."
The boss gave a motion and Joe moved forward, as if reluctant to force himself on the kneeling girl. But the way she reached for his erection didn't suggest that she was being forced. Wrapping her pale fingers around the dark-brown tree trunk, she pointed its bulging top toward her lips.
As her rosy lips encircled the end of the Negro's phallus, Al snapped another picture. Groaning degradedly against her mouthful of pulsing man-meat, she glided her stretched lips around the fattest part of Joe's glans, and Al snapped the camera again.
Looking through the view-finder, he was aroused by the sight of the pretty white girl pumping her mouth on the very long, dark bone, and he gave another flip of the shutter. Lowering the camera from his face, he checked to see how many shots he had remaining before he would be forced to put in a fresh cartridge of film. At the same time, he took advantage of the opportunity to rub his hard-on, which was raging against the prison of his clothes.
Brenda couldn't think of anything but the juicy, thick, black cock she was sucking. Danny watched with wide eyes as he gripped his own hard-on.
"Kid, push forward!" Al said to Danny. "Give her your prick, too!"
Hearing that, Brenda reached blindly and clutched Danny's dong, using it like a handle to pull him to her mouth. She let Joe's cockhead pop out from between her lips, and she pressed both peckers together.
"Shiiiiit!" Joe groaned as her wet tongue swiped across the two luscious lollipops at once. Al took another picture.
Danny writhed. The intense stimulation of Brenda's oral lovemaking was lifting him to the point of release. When she stretched her lips to try to get them around both his and Joe's prick at once, his young balls ejected their product. The barrel of his cock quivered, and Brenda felt his shot coming. She backed up just in time to take the full blast of his semen in her face.
Al snapped his camera, chortling with lustful glee. He didn't need all those pictures for what he had in mind, but they would be great to keep!
"Aaaaaawwwwwww!" Brenda bleated as Danny kept biasing his thick, musky-scented sperm against her closed eyelids, nose, and lips. Rivulets dribbled down.
Al tried to take a picture of her pretty face with cock-cream all over it, then cursed when he realized he had used up his first cartridge of film. He quickly substituted a fresh cartridge for the spent one and managed to grab a shot before the girl wiped the sperm from her face.
Joe pushed his prick forward, needing more sucking.
But his boss shouted. "No! Fuck her now!"
"Ooooh God . .. !" Brenda moaned. "Haven't I done .. . enough?"
It was obvious, however, that her heart wasn't in the protest. She needed to be fucked!
Proving that she knew the hopelessness of her situation, and demonstrating her own need as well, she turned onto her hands and knees, sticking her bottom up. Her expanded pink panties were sheer as a blush on the plump cheeks of her ass.
"Look at that!" Al said, enjoying himself. "She
I likes it doggy-style!"
"Man, I'd like to punch your face in!" Joe growled, under his breath.
But the big black man dropped to his knees behind Brenda. His elevated prick bobbed tautly, pointing at her pretty rump.
Al positioned himself at the side and took another picture as Joe pulled the girl's panties down. She writhed in abject abandon, wiggling her ass.
Danny stared at the shocking scene being enacted before him, and his cock began lifting once more.
After pulling Brenda's panties out from under her knees and off, Joe extended his long dark fingers around the curve of her pale hips, his thumbs prying her lush pussy-flesh apart. Her rosy crevice opened to him, gleaming wetly.
Al quickly changed positions, leaning down to get a close shot of her delightful pussy, with Joe's prick sticking up at the edge of the frame. The Joe bent forward, while continuing to hold her cunny open, and his dark prick nosed into the girl's pink, moist flesh.
"Aaaaaahhhhhgh!" he breathed raspily as he ran his long, thick rod all the way up inside her. "Ooooooh!" Brenda exclaimed. Al was continuing to snap pictures, building a fine collection for himself which would forever shame her. But she couldn't think about that now. The presence of Joe's huge, throbbing prick inside her body monopolized her every thought and feeling. She writhed, squirming her warm flesh around his penetrating column.
"Gosh!" Danny said, observing for the first time a girl-and his girl, he had thought-being screwed.
He rolled the foreskin up and down on his resurrected pecker, shamelessly jacking off in the presence of everyone. But no one looked at him. The men's eyes were on Brenda, while she pressed her cheek against the rough floor of the cabin and stared sightlessly at the wall. Her mind was busy visualizing Joe's wickedly long, black pole, thrusting in and out of her pussy.
He fucked her slowly and steadily, as he had the first time, and Danny picked up some pointers. Though Joe paced himself, he didn't stint on the power of his thrusts, sinking his meaty plunger into her with a snap that shook her body from hips to shoulders. She groaned distressfully as her decency fought a losing battle with her needy flesh. Finally she began to bump and grind her hips, hunching against Joe's thickly impaling thrusts.
Al took a shot of the man's long, black shaft gliding into her rosy, fur-encircled hole. Her back undulated as she rolled with his plunges. His pumping prick in her wet pussy made a sensuous, slurpy sound. His firm front spanked her asscheeks.
Danny's dick pointed at the stars as he shamefully stroked it while gazing wide-eyed at his erstwhile girlfriend being pronged by the husky black.
Catching sight of Danny from the corner of her eyes, she reached for him while moaning. He knelt beside her.
"Ooh shit, this is gonna be good!" Al said, lining up for a shot as Danny poked his prick at the girl's passionately gaping lips.
Her mouth gobbled his cock in and sucked heatedly on it while Joe bored into her with a vengeance from behind. His fuck-thrusts were more rapid, her buttocks making a sharper sound as he drove his loins briskly against her bouncy flesh.
"Aaawwwwgh . . . ghaaawwwgh ghaawwwww ..." she groaned around Danny's meat while she voraciously sucked it.
On all fours, like a bitch, her body rippled in sensuous waves that flowed from head to hips as she lunged with her hungry mouth at one prick while she grindingly took the other up her tail. Al snapped pictures eagerly.
Brenda had never felt so possessed before, getting two cocks at the same time ... feeling both throbbing columns stroking into her, one dilating her pussy with steady, deep-reaching thrusts, while the other stretched her lips and sank into her moist mouth and throat.
She felt a marvelous climax coming on. When it struck, she sucked and fucked furiously, shaking her head and her tail at the same time.
Danny groaned, spurting his warm cream over her tonsils.
Joe rasped and gripped her hips, grinding his massive prick even deeper in her belly and unleashing a flood of liquid warmth in rhythmic gushes which heightened her orgasm. By the time the males were through coming, she sank motionless to the floor, and both dicks glided limply out of her.
"Okay, I've got enough pictures!" Al said.
Thank goodness! Brenda thought. But what is he going to do with those pictures, anyway?
She didn't have to ask the question, because he soon volunteered the answer.
"Get up," he said, taking a pad and pencil from his picket. "I want you to write something."
"L-let me get my p-panties on first," Brenda said shakily. She was having trouble focusing her thoughts, anyway, her well-fucked flesh having not yet calmed down.
"Okay," Al said, when she finally stood, her undies pulled up to embrace her soggy cunt. "You've got a mother and father-right?"
"Y-yes." Brenda stared at the hateful man who placed his pad and pencil on the small table in front of her.
"Write down their name and address."
"Whaaat?"
"You heard me! I want their name and address."
"But why?"
"So I can mail these pictures to 'em if you ever give me any trouble."
Brenda was too horrified to say anything. The idea of her mother and father seeing those snapshots of her sucking and fucking made her mind reel.
"Come on!" Al urged sharply. "I haven't got all day!"
"I won't do it!" Brenda finally exclaimed.
Al obviously hadn't considered that possibility, because she had complied every stop of the way thus far. His face darkened.
"You want me to ask Joe to go to work on you?" he threatened. "And it won't be with his prick this time!"
Brenda had taken all the threats, abuse and humiliation that she could stand. Without thinking, she turned and ran from the shack, streaking out into the sunlight with just her pink panties on ...
CHAPTER TWELVE
The near-naked girl ran across the rough ground, her jugs jiggling wildly and her asscheeks quivering as they wiggled in her sheer panties.
Al couldn't take after her immediately, because he and Joe had to subdue Danny. The youth was giving her what help he could by struggling with the men. He was no match for them, however, and Joe got behind him, with an arm under his chin while applying a hammer lock. Danny was helpless.
Al ran from the shack in pursuit of the girl. He could see her running across the wasteland, an erotic picture in her panties. His long strides relentlessly closed the gap between them and, the closer he got, the more inflamed he became by the sight of her twisting, thinly clad bottom.
Looking over her shoulder in fright, Brenda stubbed her toe. She plunged headlong onto the ground, moaning helplessly, and Al sprang astride her.
"Oooooh... pleeeeease!" she cried. "Dooon't hurt meeeeee!"
'Then give me your folks' name and address, God damn it!" he said, straddling her lush bottom.
Though terrified, she wouldn't relent on that point. She was convinced by then that Al was no murderer, and if she could just keep the information he wanted from him, he would have no hold on her.
He grasped her by the hair, jerking her head up.
"Ooooooh!" she cried.
Al slammed her face down into the dirt. Her mind reeled woozily.
"You saucy bitch!" he said. "I'm gonna take care of you! And when I'm through, you'll tell me what I want to know. You won't have any more fight left in you!"
Backing up to straddle her legs, Al grasped her flimsy briefs and pulled them off her shapely, taunting bottom. He clutched her rubbery asscheeks and spread them apart.
"I've been wanting to take you up the rear from the first time I saw you. Now I've got my chance!" he said, eyeing her clenched little asshole.
Brenda felt humiliated in the extreme to have him staring at her that way. But even worse was the threat he had voiced:
Up the rear meant in her anus, she realized. That had never happened to her before. She was terrified by the thought.
"Oooh, you wouldn't do thaaaaat!" she protested, writhing against the ground.
"Damned right I would ... and I will!" he announced, letting her buttocks snap shut so that he could open his clothes and pull out his semi-erect penis. It curved like a length of baloney from his gaping fly.
Looking over her shoulder, Brenda's eyes widened. The mere idea of taking that huge penis up her ass made her want to faint. But Nature wasn't so kind. Brenda retained consciousness, her fear mounting as the wriggling of her lush backside caused Al's cock to rise until it attained full, splendid erection.
His bulging glans pushed against his retracting ring of foreskin, trying to break free. Clear, viscous moisture coated his cockhead. When he grasped his shaft and stripped its hood fully back, the purplish-pink knob gleamed wetly in the sunlight.
He pulled Brenda's panties the rest of the way off and knelt between her legs, maintaining a hand against the small of her back so that she couldn't scramble away. She was helpless beneath his hulk as he leaned forward.
"Please doooooon't!" she cried piteously.
"Will you tell me where your parents live?"
"No!"
"Then you're gonna get fucked right up your hot behind!"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Brenda bawled. But she still wouldn't tell him what he wanted to know. That was her last defense against total ruin, she believed.
When she felt the prod of Al's rigid penis between her buttocks, she began to fear she had made the wrong decision. But by that time, it was too late. The pressure of Al's prick against her tightly clenched anus told her he would go through with the buggering whether she gave in or not.
"AAAAAAWWWWWWW!" she bleated hopelessly as the puckers of her resisting asshole began painfully to spread. She couldn't halt the invasion of his cruel prick.
The natural slickness of his organ permitted it to gain entry, though with agonizing slowness, as he forced her asshole wider and wider to accommodate the massive width of his cockhead.
A burning hurt blossomed through her rear. It felt as if she were being skewered on a flaming stake.
In ... in ... IN the man pushed relentlessly until finally, with a gurgle of despair, Brenda gave up the fight. Her ravaged anus blossomed ripplingly around the huge head of his cock, and the knob was caught in the hot, tight embrace of her girlish ass.
"Ooooooh . . . you're KILLLLLL-INNNNG meeeeee!" she moaned.
Al only grunted as he ground his awesome prick even deeper into her virgin asshole. Pulsations of pain swept through her, turning her brain light. Once again she clung to consciousness by the narrowest of margins.
She felt every inch of the man's wrist-thick rod as it pushed farther and farther up her abused bunghole, into the unfucked realm of her rectum. She clawed at the ground, twisting, as if that would ease the fiendish pressure which stretched her anus unnaturally and expanded her rectal chamber. But her wriggles seemed only to aid Al's brutal raping of her rear.
When he was far enough into her to permit easy stroking, he began to pull and thrust. The burning of Brenda's anal ring was intensified by the rubbing of his thick cock as it drove steadily in and out, keeping her anus stretched shamefully wide.
"How does it feel to get your ass fucked, huh?" he demanded as he stroked his pole in and out through her rear orifice.
"Ooooh ... awwwww-ful!" she moaned. "You're ripping me in twooooooo!"
"Hell, no!" Al snorted. "Women's assholes are made to be fucked! You'll love it when you get used to the feel. But you'll know you've been screwed!"
Brenda knew that already. Not screwed, skewered! She hated the man who was abusing her painfully throbbing bottom.
He stepped up the rhythm of his ass-fucking strokes, sinking deeper into her rectum with every thrust. Her asshole was marvelously tight and rippling around his rod, like taut rubber. Her every wriggle and spastic bump added to the delight.
Brenda's mind seemed to waver in and out of focus. Gradually the pain of the sodomy faded-or was it just that another sensation was growing to supplant it?
By the time she realized with amazement that she was enjoying the man's wrong-way fucking of her, the positive response forced her to move her bottom against the spearing thrusts of his prick. She actually was pushing backward to receive more and more of his long, thick cock. Her anus spasmed wildly around the gliding invader.
Al groaned and fucked her hot ass harder. His front spanked her buttocks, shimmying them.
She groveled in the dirt, her titties tingling madly as they were scratched by the abrasive ground. She took thrust after thrust of the man's gruel penis up her rear . .. and loved it!
She knew by that time that there was no hope of her ever again being the nice, respectable housewife she once was. She had become a thoroughly turned-on, sensuous female, demanding carnal satisfaction any way she could get it... and from almost anybody.
As Al gave it to her up the ass, she squealed with delight. Her bottom bobbed, and her saucy rear mounds quivered at each side of his driving dick. Her ass-fucked ecstasy heightened until she was out of her mind with abandoned lust. She felt no more pain, just the deliriously thrilling thrusts of the man's asshole-plugging prick which delivered an excitement like nothing she had known before.
"GIVE IT TO ME, YOU BASTARD!" she shrieked. "FUCK MY HOT ASS! HARDERRRR! DEEEEEEPER! OOOH, RAM YOUR BIG PRICK UP MY ASSHOLE!"
She came, jerking wildly, and he spurted his thick, warm sperm into her bowels.
When it finally was all over, he was the one who seemed more shaken. He obviously hadn't expected Brenda to respond so pleasurably to his sodomistic onslaught, which he had intended as punishment.
Still, he persisted in trying to get what he wanted from her: "Are you ready to give me your folks' name and address now?"
"You don't need that," she said, walking a bit stiff-legged back to the shack. She wasn't without a bit of lingering discomfort.
"Baby, you could ruin me," Al said. "Especially now, after what's happened here."
"You think you're such a smart man," she said. "You're really stupid! I don't want to ruin you. I want to go back to work."
"Huh?"
"That's right. I enjoyed parading around your station in that skimpy outfit, teasing the customers and letting them feel me. You see, I can admit it now! I'm not going to try to kid myself any longer."
"And you're not gonna turn me in?"
"Why should I? I'm not responsible for how you get your silly gas."
She spoke with such conviction that Al had to believe her.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
On the way back to the city in Joe's car, he and Al sat in front while Brenda snuggled with Danny in the rear.
"Gosh, baby, I don't understand it!" he whispered. "If it was me, I'd be awful mad over what happened. In fact, I am mad about it! Al shouldn't have treated you the way he did... or me, either."
"Shhh," Brenda said. "Why don't you take out my titties?"
It pleased her to use the deliciously naughty word.
The youth responded excitedly, opening her blouse. Al twisted around in his seat just in time to see the boy grasp her bare tits and begin to suck one.
"Christ sake!" Al exclaimed. "We're in public, you know."
Brenda giggled. "I'm scrunched down in the seat. No one can see."
"How about truck drivers?"
"They won't mind, I'll bet." She petted Danny's head as he nursed at her tit. "Keep sucking, honey ... and after awhile, I'll suck you."
"Did you hear that, Joe?" Al said, shocked. "She's turned into a flaming tramp!"
"You ain't got no right to criticize her," Joe replied as he drove the car. "You're lucky she isn't going to make trouble."
"She wants to go back to work."
"So, let her."
"And Danny, too?"
"She can keep him in line," Joe said, peering into his rear-view mirror, which has had adjusted downward. "Look how she's handling him now."
Al twisted around. Brenda was stroking the youth's rigid penis, which speared out of his pants, while he continued tugging and sucking on her tasty nipple. He let it go with a popping sound of his lips, and the wet rosy stem bobbed away, only to be recaptured by his hungry lips.
"Shit, I'm getting a hard-on from watching them!" Al said.
"Jack off, why don't you?" Joe suggested with a chuckle.
"Shut your goddamned mouth! You're getting too wise for your own good, do you know that?" Joe shut up.
As the car cruised along, the passion in the back seat raged hotter until Brenda had to bow her head and gobble at the boy's cock. Joe swerved out to pass a truck, and the middle-aged driver glanced down and glimpsed the fervent fellatio. Brenda knew it because she saw his startled expression from an eye she had cocked upward.
She thrilled and sucked Danny's prick harder, bobbing her head heatedly. He writhed, groaning. His hands pulled at her full, dangling breasts.
Al took another quick look and said, "After she gets him off, I'm gonna get back there with her!"
"What the hell am I driving here," Joe asked, "a goddamned fuck wagon?"
Brenda raised her head. "Put your dick back into your pants, Danny. We shouldn't be doing this in public."
"Aaaw, for cripe's sake, Brenda!" he complained, writhing. "You almost got me off!"
"Well, save it until we get home. Then we can climb into bed."
"After him, me-huh, baby?" Al grinned.
"Drop dead," she replied coldly.
He blinked. "What got into you, all of a sudden?"
"Just because I admitted liking what you did to me before, and I want to go on working for you, that doesn't mean you can just snap your fingers and I'll rool over and stick my legs up!"
"Way to go, baby!" Joe said, and laughed.
Al was dismayed. Just when he had thought he'd gotten Brenda figured out, she seemed to have changed on him again. He was beginning to think he had never figured her out at all.
"Baby . . . finish sucking me, huh?" Danny pleaded, his prick still sticking up from his pants and throbbing in frustration.
"Not now," she replied, buttoning her blouse. "Maybe Joe will stop at a service station, and you can jack off in the men's room, huh?"
"Are you mad at me?" Danny wanted to know. He was obviously as confused as Al.
"No. I just don't like being taken for granted ... by anyone. From now on, when it comes to sex, I'm going to do what I want... when I want to." The men in the car all kept still.
Joe drove to the station, where Brenda got out to get her own car. "Want to come home with me?" she asked Danny.
"You bet!" the youth exclaimed, hopping out.
"Maybe I'm a sucker to let 'em go," Al thought aloud.
"There's nothing else you can do, man," Joe said. His boss remained seated in the car while Brenda and Danny walked to hers. "I'll see you tomorrow!" she called to Al. "And you, Danny?" Al wanted to know. "Yeah, I guess so."
The young couple got into Brenda's car, Danny sitting very close to her as she drove to her house. She let him push her skirt up to tease her pussy through the clingy, silken material of her pants.
Finally she slapped his hand away. "Let's wait until we get to the house," she said. "Anyway, I've got to take a bath first. I'm all messy with cum down there."
"Can I take a bath with you, Brenda?" the boy asked eagerly.
"Well, I was thinking of getting into the tub this time
"That's great!" Danny grinned. "Couldn't we both squeeze in there?"
It was an interesting possibility, and Brenda was curious to see how it would work out. Her car had hardly come to a stop in her driveway before she leaped out, making for the front door of her house with Danny right after her.
Laughing, they ran through the house, snapping on lights.
In the bathroom, Brenda bent to turn on the water in the tub, and Danny patted her impudently outthrust bottom. She straightened up, twisting into his arms, and they kissed mouth-to-mouth. This gave the youth an opportunity to squeeze and roll her asscheeks through her skirt and panties. She felt his dick tense against her.
That added to her eagerness to get into the tub, and she pushed back from Danny to unbutton her blouse. He quickly attacked his own clothes. His cock was sticking up by the time he was nude and Brenda, titties jiggling, skinned out of her panties.
She climbed into the tub first, lying back against the sloped end. She drew her legs toward her body, raising her knees, in order to give Danny room to sit opposite her. Then she ran her legs along the walls of the tub, at each side of him.
He gazed at the rippling image of her furred twat, through the water. His dick speared up, breaking the surface.
Smiling warmly, Brenda handed him the soap. "Why don't you do me first?" she suggested. "Start with my titties."
"Wow, will I!"
Danny worked up a rich amount of lather in his hands, and Brenda sat a bit higher so that her tits rose above the water. The mounds were especially luscious when wet, her rosy nipples sticking out rigidly.
Danny wrapped his well-soaped hands about both boobies and rubbed. The gliding of her rubbery globes on the film of soap in his hands gave him a special thrill. Brenda became strongly turned-on, also, writhing in the warm water as she wiggled her titties in his slippery grasp.
Finally she pushed his hands away from her soapy knobs and sank deep into the tub, dipping her tits into the water.
She got up onto her knees, facing Danny. "Now do my pussy and ass," she said.
The youth was eager to comply, kneeling also. His lathered hands stroked the enticing softness between her thighs and up and down those smooth, firm columns.
"Stick your finger into me," Brenda directed. "Get me really clean!"
After lathering up once again, Danny manipulated the lovely lips of her cunt, spreading soap through all her intimate folds... finally sticking a finger right up her girlie-hole and rotating it inside her.
"Oooooh, yessss!" Brenda said, letting her lashes lower sensuously as she tilted her head back. "I could come just like this!"
Danny pumped his slippery finger up and down in her cunt.
"My ass now .. . !" she panted. "Do my ass!"
While the youth got more lather, she grasped his rigidly erect dong and stroked the wet, throbbing length of male power. He writhed on his knees.
He reached around Brenda, pulled her buttocks apart, and spread soap between them. She thrilled as his slippery fingers stroked back and forth across her asshole, which Al had awakened to erotic delights.
"Put your finger up my ass!" Brenda begged. "You really want me to?"
"Ooooh, pleeeeease!"
Danny twisted a soapy digit at her softened anal puckers, and his finger easily glided through the port of entry. They both thrilled as his finger slithered up her hot, tight rear. Her asshole clamped onto the invader with the tenacity of taut rubber, but the soap on his finger made the stroking very smooth and easy.
While he plunged his finger in and out of her ass, she bowed her head and licked the wet knob of his stuck-up cock.
Suddenly she knew that she couldn't wait any longer to feel his dick inside her, and she scrambled forward, straddling his thighs. The motion caused his finger to pull out of her butt, but an even more exciting connection was quickly achieved as she sheathed his upthrust prick in her wet, soapy snatch.
"Oooh, Danny, I just love your cock!" Brenda squealed, and began to bob up and down on it.
Never had a fucking felt so smooth to her, with her cuntwalls spread with soap, and with Danny's pecker slippery-wet. Her bouncing up and down on his lap caused the water to splash. Her tits bobbed buoyantly.
Danny clutched the delightful globes, letting them shake in his grasp. Her spread asscheeks slapped his thighs below the surface of the water as her fur-patch rhythmically appeared and sank out of sight in the soapy bath.
"What wonderful fucking!" she cried, and she felt gloriously free as she went for a quick, thrilling climax.
She and Danny achieved it at the same time, his prick jabbing deeply up into her and jerking while her pussy spasmed around the hard column. He spurted inside her.
Smiling, she settled down against his lap, and they kissed as his cock gradually softened in her vaginal grasp. She had to move only slightly for the wiggly, shriveled thing to slip out. She settled back into the water at her end of the tub, letting Danny's sperm wash from her to mingle with the soap in their bath.
She decided to let Danny spend the night with her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
It was a new gas pump girl who reported for work at Al's station the next afternoon. Gone was the naive young female who submitted to the customer's leers and feels because she didn't know what else to do. Brenda was determined to call the shots from now on, and to make a little money for herself when the opportunity presented itself ... but only if she liked a man.
As she wiggled her hips around the station, her bare thighs flashing and her titties jiggling in her tight, thin blouse, she was a walking advertisement for sex. But the new light in her eyes let the men know they hadn't better touch her unless she said they could.
The first evening a man appeared whom she liked. He wasn't young, but he was neatly dressed and rugged looking. She read interest in his warm brown eyes.
Without him even asking her to do it, she grabbed the squeegee and began washing his windshield. She leaned just far enough forward, with him standing behind her, so that he could catch a glimpse of her white silken panties as her skirt lifted.
He had his hands in his pockets when she faced him again. She glanced pointedly in that direction and smiled.
"How about running your car up on the rack for an oil change?" she suggested. "We could sit inside while the boy does the job."
Brenda smiled and tended to another customer while the first man drove his car into the bay. Then she walked over to Danny.
"Watch the pumps, will you, honey?" she said. "And give us an oil change."
He stared at her as she and the customer climbed into the back seat of his car. Then Danny, realizing what she was going to do but being unable to prevent it, operated the hoist. The car slowly rose in the air.
High above the surface of the station and the street, Brenda and her "customer" had all the security that a locked bedroom would have provided while hearing the traffic rumble past. An added fillip was the fact that Danny was at work underneath the car.
Brenda unfastened the man's trousers and pulled them down while his hands roamed over her, feeling her bulging breasts and panty-clad backside. His prick was stiffening when she pulled it out through the fly of his shorts.
It was a handsome cock, and her mouth watered as she leaned toward it. Its manly scent rose into her flaring nostrils as she rolled his hood away from his bulging glans. When she began to lick his prick, he groaned and pulled her blouse up. Her titties tumbled into his eager hands.
He milked her stiff nipples with his thumbs and index fingers while she bobbed her clasping, warm mouth on his upthrust cock. She was making money, which would come in handy, but she was enjoying herself, also. The main thrill lay in picking the man whom she wanted, on the spur of the moment, and enjoying him in a public place, while still secure from prying eyes.
She gnawed lightly at his gristly, large prick, alternately sucking and licking. She was seated on one hip, while leaning across his lap, which made a quivery, plump buttock available to his caress. He stroked and squeezed the springy mound in her slik panties.
When he began pulling her briefs down, she realized that the time had come to proceed with the next phase of her whorish act.
Raising her mouth from his wet prick, which was fairly bursting with lust as it bristled up from his lap, she helped him take her panties off. Then she straddled his thighs, tilted his dick toward her, and settled her warm, slippery cunt around it.
Bobbing up and down astride his lap, her titties jiggling before his face, she could look out of the rear window of his car and see the city lights. She heard the traffic outside and Danny rattling about below.
The man clutched her bouncy boobs, bringing one stiff-nippled beauty to his mouth while he rolled and squeezed its twin. Her slippery crevice stroked up and down on his throbbing rod while he sucked her plump, firm nipple.
He switched titties, taking a suck from the other, while Brenda voluptuously rotated her hips, swirling her man-hungry hole around his cock. Then she went back to bobbing up and down.
The car shook on the hoist, but hardly so as to attract attention from the street, unless someone were to really study it. The two occupants couldn't have cared less as his prick jiggled in her velvet snatch, taking them stroke-by-stroke to the epitome of passion.
The man was thrilled to feel Brenda's cunt climax around his spitting rod. He clutched her ass, grinding her rippling sheath around him until his balls were utterly voided.
"Baby, I'm gonna see you again!" he promised after it was all over.
She hoped to work up a regular business that way, with customers whom she liked. Al wouldn't dare do anything about it when he found out. Didn't she have a pretty good club over his head?
As for Danny, he would get used to what was going on. And if he was too idealistic to want her when she sold her favors on the side, let him find a girl his own age. She didn't need anyone.
"How about an oil change, mister?" was going to be her favorite line from now on.
