The Oak Grove condominiums came alive each year in the month of May. This was the second year that Ted Cosgrove had occasion to observe the change, and he found it fascinating. He sprawled in a lounge chair on the deck of the pool, wearing nothing but bathing suit, sunglasses, and a pair of binoculars which were slung around his neck on a leather strap and, when he was not using them, rested on the mat of curly black hair that covered his chest.
All around the condominiums cars were continually coming and going, disgorging new young tenants, then, shortly after four, a TR-3 sports car pulled into the driveway of the chalet next to his. Ted turned his head lazily to stare.
He whistled sharply to himself with approval as a girl got out of the car, her long leggy body unfolded from the driver's seat. Large octangular sunglasses shaded most of her face ... but it was not her face he was interested in, not after the first glimpse of the shapely body. Bare milk-white shoulders and arms ... God, those tits, were they for real? Ted Cosgrove licked hungrily at his suddenly dry lips and picked up the beer can from the bucket beside him. As he tilted his head back to drink deeply, his eyes never left the girl. They lingered caressingly on her incredibly full rounded tits before moving slowly down to her nipped-in waist, generously flaring hips and long slim legs. Now turn around, honey, he said to himself, so I can see if the rear view is as good as the front.
Obligingly, she did turn, pushing her leather shoulder bag back over a lusciously curved hip so that it rested neatly on the swell of her rounded left ass-cheek. The pale blue stewardess uniform clung faithfully to every ravishing line of the girl's slim figure and was a perfect foil to set off the blonde hair that was pulled back into a knot at the back of her neck. She pivoted gracefully all the way around, looking at the rows of condominiums, and caught sight of Ted as he sat beside the pool boldly ogling her. Coolly, they scrutinized each other for a moment and the girl nodded ever so slightly, then she turned quickly back to the car and pulled out a suitcase and a pair of skis. As she stepped up on her balcony and unlocked her door he sat up straight in his chair to catch the unwittingly provocative undulations of her swaying ass-cheeks.
Barbie Coleman was changing out of her stewardess uniform to a pair of slacks and an old blouse. And she had no intention of going out to enjoy the early spring skiing today. There was far too much to do in her newly acquired ski chalet.
As she hung up her dress in the tiny bedroom closet, her nose wrinkled in distaste at the closed-in odor. She hastily opened all the window, but knew it might be days before the un-used smell disappeared altogether. Oh, dear, she was already beginning to miss her comfortable air-conditioned condominium in Denver, but it was sub-let now, and that was that. She would have much preferred spending her winter at a summer resort, rather than a ski resort, but she mustn't lose sight of the reasons for her presence here. The chalet was a challenge ... she would fix it up and make it livable, even cozy ... no, that was not the word. She would make it intimate and seductive.
Barbie tied her shining blonde hair into a loose ponytail and grimly began to attack the rusty kitchen sink with some cleanser. As she worked, she wondered briefly about that man she had seen next door this morning when she moved in ... she envied his beautiful modern chalet and clear plastic pool, but he looked like such a slob, with a beer in his hand, genital tight ski pants. And those binoculars she'd bet he wasn't any deer watcher!
Although it was something she wouldn't have admitted to herself, Barbie was actually a bit disturbed by the sight of naked male flesh. Perhaps this was because she had no brothers and could barely remember her father. Anyway, she was not an outdoor girl and would rather see men who were carefully dressed.
Barbie peeked curiously out of a side window. Yes, he was still there. Now his legs were propped up on the balcony ... he was a dark, moody-looking man ... arrogant, too ... she'd practically felt his eyes boring into her back while she unloaded the car. Well, maybe the people on the other side would be congenial ... not that it really mattered, because she wasn't there to make friends with the winter population of Vail and would see little of them except on weekends. The only ones she was interested in lived down by Vail center anyway. She moved to a front window and stared across the snow covered valley squinting in the brilliant glare of the setting sun. The Coplan place was almost directly opposite hers ... why, there was Mr. Coplan's car now, he must have left Denver not long after she did. The dark blue Lincoln stopped in front of the two-story chalet and Barbie almost expected to see a butler come out, but Mr. Coplan simply got out of his car like anyone else and walked into the house.
During the Christmas holidays, the airline employees were always invited to a reception at the Coplan's Denver house. It was a superbly-catered but cold affair where Mr. and Mrs. Coplan circulated dutifully among their guests and chatted briefly with each one. It was at this reception that Barbie had met their nephew, Jerry who was home from the air force. Jerry Coplan was about her own age. He was a fighter pilot, not for career purposes but to get in experience with flying, and within five minutes after their introduction Barbie knew that she had found exactly what she was looking for in a husband, and meant to have.
A sudden knock at the back door jolted her abruptly from her thoughts. She hadn't heard anyone approach and was a bit unnerved, but composed herself and went into the kitchen.
A huge, shambling bear-like Negro stood there, almost filling the doorway. Oh, God, is he some big foot or what, she thought in a panic. But the man stood quietly on the other side of the screen smiling broadly at her in a scarecrow fashion.
Despite the cold he was dressed in a light plaid shirt, khaki pants and high boots. Shaggy curls of long black afro covered his neck and ringed a broad, vacant-looking face. His little black eyes squinted at her from strong leathery brown flesh. He was quite the hugest man she'd ever seen, and Barbie could not help the crawling feeling of fear that ran over her body. Nevertheless, she managed to say "Yes?" quite calmly to the grinning man.
The shaggy black head bobbed politely.
"Evening, Ma'am. You the new tenant?"
"Yes, I am," she admitted guardedly.
"Thought you was. Seen the car." He shifted a wad of tobacco from one cheek to the other and spat expertly into the snow. Barbie winced. "I'm Pete, Pete Peterson," the man went on to explain. "I work for all the folks here. I bring you firewood, do any jobs you got-plumbing, electric, anything. Clear the snow for ya too."
"Ohhh," Barbie said, "S-so you're Mr. Peterson," she remembered now that the rental agent had spoken of a Caretaker. Thank goodness, the black man was all right, he'd really given her a fright for a minute.
Pete mistook her smile of relief for approval.
"Just call me Pete," he said, "I wouldn't hardly know who they was talkin' about if anybody was to call me Mister," He chuckled at the joke and moved closer to the door, face practically against the wire. His bright little eyes seemed to be focused on her breasts.
"Where's everybody?" he asked suddenly.
"I'm Miss Coleman, I haven't any one with me-that is, they don't live here yet." As she attempted to explain. Barbie instantly regretted giving him this information.
"You taken this place alone?" Pete frowned as he attempted to comprehend what this might mean. Sometimes a group of young girls rented a cottage. He hated that. They were sure to make fun of him, tease him cruelly ... giggling to each other behind his back. But this was something different ... this beautiful girl with the blonde hair and white, white skin ... she was the prettiest white girl he'd ever seen and he was as horny as hell right now. He crossed his huge ham-like black hands in front of his stomach in an effort to hide the growing bulge of his cock under his pants.
"Guess I'll kinda have to look after you, then," he said finally, his heart pumping madly as fantastic thoughts of fucking her tender young pussy-hole stampeded through his slow-moving brain. He must see her without her clothes ... naked ... and soon. He would come back later tonight ... he could move like an animal, big as he was. No one spotted Pete if Pete didn't want to be seen.
"That's very nice of you, and I thank you," she said firmly," but I'm accustomed to living alone and I'm sure I'll manage quite well. I have a neighbor if there's an emergency," she gestured in the direction of the chalet close-by.
"Yeah," Pete nodded,-his grin spreading even wider and now suddenly obscene, "but you want to watch out for him, Miss. He's got lotsa friends, they come out here, lotsa girls. I seen the things they do! Dirty things. Them girls takes all their clothes off and fuck guys!"
Barbie gasped, horrified. How could she turn off the shocking flow of words from this obviously half-witted black man? And was it true? She had a strange feeling that it probably was ... God, maybe she ought to be grateful to Pete for his warning about her neighbor if only Pete himself weren't such a disgusting character. His mouth was now hanging slackly open and his breath came in short excited bursts as he continued his tale.
"Oh, yes, Ma'am, I seen it all. Girls with great big tits like this," he demonstrated with his hands, "a-and Mr. Cosgrove squeezin' them tits and kissin' 'em, before he pulls his cock out and...."
"Please," the girl exclaimed, "I-I don't want to hear any more. That's enough!" She began to close the inner door in Pete's face.
"Wait a minute," he said desperately. He was just coming to the best part! He realized that he had somehow offended the beautiful girl and decided it was wisest to get back to the business at hand. "What about the work I gotta do for you?"
"No-there's nothing I need now. Perhaps later. Come back in a day or so," she shut the door firmly in his face and leaned against it, trembling.
Of course it was foolish to let this crazy Pete what's-his-name upset her this much with his filthy talk ... probably didn't even realize what he was saying ... but she was shaking all over. Girls with big tits squeezing and kissing them. Ugh! Barbie's finely chiseled features flamed red as she attempted to picture what Pete had described so earthily. She didn't stop to wonder how it happened that he had been a witness to the scene. Mr. Cosgrove must be the man she had seen on the porch. Her first impression of him had been quite correct, then. A lecherous slob!
Well ... here less than an hour and she was already learning that Vail might not be quite the wealthy family-type spot she had expected. The better families, of course, lived on the other side of the valley, near the Vail center. This run-down cottage had been the only available rental when she'd inquired and even at that, it was far beyond her means, since it was normally rented to families who were willing to pay a high sum for one or two weeks' vacation. Barbie had leased it for a whole month and had sunk all of her savings into the rent. Her plans to catch a husband simply had to work out!
She knew that Jerry Coplan was very interested in her. They had been together constantly during his military leave and on several occasions on weekends when he'd driven down from his air base. She also knew that Jerry was spoiled rotten, and accustomed to getting whatever he wanted. Well, so far he hadn't gotten what he wanted from her! He had used all of his considerable charm to persuade her to let him fuck her. He had pleaded, he had sulked and threatened ... but Barbie had not given in yet, nor would she.
Still, it was by no means a sure thing. Plenty of other girls had been subjected to Jerry Coplan's "treatment" and then dropped abruptly when he tired of them. It would require every bit of Barbie's brains, her extra-ordinary beauty, and perhaps some luck, to assure that she would be the girl he did not tire of. In spite of the modern permissive attitude toward sex. Barbie felt that the value a girl set on herself was the value a man would also put on her. Her reasoning was only partly due to the strict moral upbringing she had received, being raised by her aunt and grandmother after her parents had died tragically in an automobile accident.
Her desire to marry well and thus share in the good things of life was partly cold and realistic calculation. That was why she became a stewardess, because the rich men always flew and she worked the first class section as often as possible where there were even more.
By this time Barbie had recovered the equilibrium which had deserted her when she was confronted with the huge caretaker. She was, just as she had told him, quite capable of looking out for herself, and certainly she was used to fending off overzealous admirers! There was nothing to worry about ... it was just that Vail had suddenly seemed to her like some remote wilderness on which she was alone and at the mercy of lusty males such as her next-door neighbor. Perhaps it was the absolute stillness of this place that was making her so jumpy.
Barbie worked doggedly until nine o'clock, stopping only to fix a sandwich for her dinner.
When she finished, the chalet was cleaner than it had been in years. After some re-arranging of the ancient furniture she was finally satisfied and dropped exhausted into a chair. After a few minutes she plugged in the TV set and switched it on. The silence, broken only by bird and insect noises, really could get on ,your nerves when you were used to the city. She watched the little screen for a half-hour or so, then stood up and stretched lazily and decided she might as well go to bed.
Although she hated to expend the effort, not taking a shower would be much worse, so she left her work clothes in a heap on the floor and got under the spray. The tiny water heater was not set as high as she liked, but she was not sure how to regulate it and so endured the lukewarm shower. Maybe this was something Pete could do ....
Mr. Coplan had seemed surprised when she told him that morning when she ran into him after a flight, that she would be spending the month in Vail. He was unaware, of course, that the girl his nephew Jerry had been seeing on his frequent trips home ... she had insisted that Jerry not mention her identity, but when he arrived here next week the secret would have to come out.
Mr. Coplan had said he was afraid she would find Vail dull without a boyfriend.
"The only reason young people go there is to play around," he said. "It's pretty dull if you don't go out and have fun."
"But that's what I want," Barbie smiled. "Just to relax and have a peaceful month. I'm really a very quiet sort of girl, Mr. Coplan."
"Don't put me on. There isn't a quiet bone in your lovely body ... and you're going to be bored stiff up there. Don't say I didn't warn you."
Every once in a while he tossed a little off-handed compliment at her that way, like saying she was shapely. He was a demanding boss, but there were rewards.
Smiling to herself, she turned the faucets off and stepped out onto the shaggy bathmat, water dripping down the length of the firm, white-skinned body. So he liked her figure, eh? She surveyed it critically in the wavy mirror ... the pink nipples of her full firmly-set breasts were taut in their chilled nakedness and the sensation of rubbing them briskly with a rough towel was strangely pleasant. The no-bra look was not for her. She sometimes wished that it were, although she knew she would feel uncomfortable and undressed without a bra, anyway. But her breasts were simply too heavy and needed support if she was to keep their high, round lines intact.
Otherwise she had no real figure problem.
Barbie pulled on her silken robe without bothering to tie it and went into the small bedroom. She had already turned down the sheet and laid out a frilly, girlish nightgown. The doors were safely locked and bolted. She let her robe fall, and stood under the light of the room stark naked.
* * *
After he left Barbie Coleman's chalet earlier that evening, Pete Peterson had trudged all around the chalets doing his chores. But his thoughts kept running to the beautiful white blonde girl he'd seen earlier in the day and he wished it would hurry up and get dark so he could go back to see her again. Just thinking about her being there, all by herself, made him feel warm all over and especially down between his legs where his huge black cock would swell into an erection every time he visualized the scene of their meeting. Funny thing was, she'd had a lot of clothes on ... legs all covered up, but he could see they weren't fat. Her tits had pushed out real nice under her shirt and he'd been able to look right down the front where it was buttoned, on account of being a little taller than she was, and he could see the deep, shadowed hollow between her tits. He bet she would really be something when she was naked ... it made his palms sweat, wanting to see her hot little cunt and tits so bad.
Now Pete had circled the group of chalets and was moving silently through the deep snow behind the girl's house. She had been watching television, but that was disappointing because the chair cut off most of his view. Now, she had gone into the bathroom and that was no good, either, because the glass had a pattern in it you couldn't see through at all. But when he heard the water pipes gurgle, Pete knew she would be in the shower for several minutes and so he was moving around to the bedroom side of the chalet.
The faded cotton curtains were tightly drawn, but the window was open and Pete was not discouraged. He passed his hand carefully over the screen until he found the tiny break in the mesh that he left in all the bedroom windows. He thrust in a screwdriver until it touched the curtain and then very carefully drew the material back until he had created a small, unnoticeable gap where the two sides of the curtains met. Patiently, he waited, one bright unwinking eye centered on his peephole.
In a few minutes she came into the room and Pete sucked his breath in sharply, fumbling at his pants with his right hand to get his cock out. She stood by the foot of the bed and slipped her robe from her shoulders.
"Jesus Christ, look at that!" the black man whispered to himself. "Look at her naked tits and pussy!"
Her smooth cream-like skin was flushed to a rosy pink from the recent toweling Barbie had given herself. She stood there with the blonde curls tumbling down over her shoulders, wisps of the silky hair resting against the ivory mounds of her breasts, brushing the pale pink nipples that were now slightly sunken. The "vee" of soft golden hair down between her legs was still damp and crisply curling from her shower and she stood with her legs a little apart, as if to cool off her steaming cunt. The long white columns of her legs, which had been concealed from Pete before, were more perfect even than he had imagined them to be and the quick intake of his breath was almost a moan. Oh, God, his balls hurt from wanting to fuck her so bad! It would almost be worth it to break in there and just rape her. Almost, but not quite. Maybe there was another way to do it, if he could just figure it out somehow. It was only a matter of seconds that Barbie Coleman stood there before reaching down to pick up her nightgown from the bed and slip it over her head. It was an eternity of joy and agonized sexual craving for the big, slowwitted caretaker as he watched her tight, curl-fringed little cunt-mouth stretch open slightly and then close back together again as she stood up. He could have spied for hours on the unknowing young stewardess.
As the fluffy garment, descended over that voluptuous ripe body, he wanted to groan again, but kept still as she put one hand out and pulled the light chain. The bed creaked as she got into it and he stood there for several minutes, listening to the rustling sounds of her adjusting the bedcovers before he crept away and started through the woods to his cabin. Poor Pete was troubled by the thought of the beautiful creature living alone, sleeping alone. Why didn't she have a man to fuck her, he wondered? A girl like that was built to be fucked ... it wasn't right ... she needed a man with a big cock ... and he would have to make certain it was his ... but he would have to work it out ... she didn't look like she would fuck just because he did a few extra favors for her like some of them would....
CHAPTER TWO
Later the next evening, after she had fixed herself a light dinner, Barbie curled up on the couch to watch TV and browse through some magazines she had brought. One of them contained an interesting article on how to get a man to propose marriage.
From the chalet next door came a steady crescendo of rock music and loud voices, punctuated by occasional screams of laughter. The group that had come in for the weekend to visit the man next door had spent the afternoon out skiing, but now seemed to be eating, although Barbie was sure most of the dinner was of the liquid variety. She put down the magazine and mused over one of the great advantages of having a wealthy husband. With money you could buy privacy ... a house set back on a big lot where no neighbors could intrude too closely. You could afford to vacation at sumptuous hotels, away from brassy, lower-class types who seemed to be swarming everywhere these days. With a sigh, she rose and switched off the lights so that the only illumination in the room was the TV screen. Restlessly she sat for a while watching but then she tired of that too, and turned off the set. She slipped silently out to her balcony and sat down in one of the chairs.
The party had by now moved out to the plastic-domed pool, and had quieted down somewhat. The only music now came from a guitar which was being played skillfully by one of the men while the others sat around him on the clearly visible pool deck or cavorted in the water. Darkness had fallen rapidly over the surrounding Colorado Rockies and for the first time, Barbie felt the charm of the place, as the full moon rose behind her chalet and cast a shimmering path of light across the white snow capped peaks.
As the moonlight gave a brighter hue to the landscape, and she continued to watch the antics of the party guests, she suddenly became aware that there was something different about the figures that were diving from the low board, or sprawled around the guitar player. Good God, they had discarded their bathing suits-they were all naked!
But how childish, she thought, how absolutely infantile! Grown men and women ... skinny-dipping ... still trying for silly high school thrills. Yet her throat had suddenly gone rather dry and she sat rigid with shock and excitement as she continued to spy on the dimly revealed activities that were going on only a few yards away from where she sat concealed on her porch. Lord, she could see everything, actually make out the dark triangles of pussy hair on the brunette girls and the dangling cocks of the men jiggling around obscenely as they moved. They acted for the most part unaware of each other's nakedness, although there was some slapping of backsides and touching as they jostled each other while coming up the ladder out of the water, or waiting turns at the diving board. This crowd was far too liberated for her. They were really quite disgusting ... all drunk by now, she supposed, shifting her position uncomfortable.
Gradually she saw that the group was breaking up into couples and threesomes, most of which drifted back into the chalet, until finally there were only two figures still splashing in the water. Still Barbie stayed where she was, watching, until a ghostly white body finally emerged from the water and clambered up onto the deck, a high, girlish voice floated clearly to Barbie's ears through the air vents on the dome.
"Oh, Jesus, it's getting cold, this pool may be heated but ... My teeth are chattering, honey. Let's go inside now." The figure picked up a large towel and wrapped it around herself. In a moment a sleek, dark head emerged from the water and a man followed up the ladder. It was her neighbor!
"Chicken!" he accused the girl playfully. "Can't take it any more huh? All right, let's go in, but you know damn well all the beds will be full by now."
Barbie caught her breath at this lewd remark and yet found herself leaning forward slightly, straining to overhear the rest of the conversation.
"Oooh, that's what you want, is it?" the girl giggled. "Maybe I don't want to go to bed yet."
"That'll be the day, when you don't want to hop into the sack. I bet you haven't had a good cock in your pussy since last weekend."
"You're right, honey. Am I gonna get a good one tonight?"
"Why you little cock tease! You're gonna get the shit fucked out of you, and you know it!"
There was a scuffling between the two figures by the pool and Barbie seized the arms of her chair, digging her fingers into the wood as her mind reeled with the shock of overhearing this obscene conversation. She had never heard such lewd talk between a man and a woman ... such vulgarity ... her whole body burned with embarrassment.
Suddenly, the man pulled the towel away from the nakedly dripping body of the girl and she squealed angrily at him as she attempted to reclaim it.
"God damn you, Ted, give it back! I'm freezing!"
They wrestled together briefly and then the girl broke away and began to run around the pool with the man close at her heels. He flicked the wet towel at her naked ass-cheeks as they ran and she shrieked further obscenities at him, all the while laughing. Then, abruptly, the girl swerved and, dodging away from her pursuer, she scurried along the side of the pool near Barbie and began to run in small circles, now breathless and convulsed with laughter as he caught up with her and lashed her tits and ass-cheeks repeatedly with the towel. Finally, she managed to catch one end of it and jerked him to a sudden standstill by pulling the towel taut between them. Lazily, the man stuck out his foot and tripped her neatly so that she went down on her back on a rubber mattress.
Barbie Coleman hardly dared to breathe as she watched the struggling figures. The man was her neighbor, Ted Cosgrove, and now she could see them both and recognized the girl as a little blonde who had been wearing hot-pants when she arrived earlier. They were only a few feet away from her startled gaze, but were completely oblivious to her presence. Of course, her house was dark ... they assumed she was in bed ... if they even cared!
Carefully, Barbie stood up and moved forward silently to the porch glass, where she stood looking down on the nakedly writhing bodies of the man and the woman. Good God, he was down on the mat beside her ... his hand was sliding back and forth up between her wildly thrashing legs cupping her naked young pussy hairs!
Ted Cosgrove was intent on his task of arousing the girl, Rita. He shoved his hand up into her damp curly pussy, and had begun to massage the delicate, hair-fringed cunt up between her thighs. His fingers worked busily among the soft hotly grinding folds of her pussy, and now he had her wriggling frantically around his lewdly searching middle finger and her cunt was wet and frothy with the sticky liquid that seeped from it as she enthusiastically churned her wide, curvaceous hips to increase the contact with his probing finger.
"Still cold?" he muttered thickly.
"Oooooh, I'm getting hotter every second," she moaned. Her back arched and she tilted her head back, eyes half-closed in mounting ecstasy. Suddenly his finger slipped into the warm wet mouth of the tight little hole.
"Ooooh," Rita cried out again, kicking her legs out as she attempted to screw her torso down onto Ted's finger. He wormed the finger higher inside her hotly devouring cunt walls, twisting it around until the excited girl begged, "Oh, give it to me! Come on, fuck me now, honey I want it right now."
Barbie could not have moved a muscle. A tightening sensation caught her in the pit of the stomach and she blinked her eyes once or twice to be sure she was actually witnessing this depraved scene. She felt that she ought to scream out and shock the two figures. No, no ... it was none of her business, even though they were doing it right there beside her. Perhaps, then, she should just leave without letting them see or hear her, but the salacious sight and the obscene words seemed to have frozen her there as if hypnotized. Her eyes had so well adjusted to the dark that she could see what was happening quite well, especially because the moonlight was so bright now.
Ted Cosgrove had rocked back on his haunches and withdrawn his hand from its lewd finger-fucking up between Rita's legs. The girl was whimpering and thrashing about in her desire as he prepared to fuck up into her. Now he had his swollen, rock-hard cock in his hand, stroking the foreskin back until the thick, bulbous head popped out. Pausing only to shove the girl's tightly tensed thighs wide apart, he lowered himself over her prostrate nakedness.
As the two bodies came together Barbie could see the long, thick cock extending out from Ted's loins like a giant spear. Good God, how could he put a thing like that inside a woman without tearing her apart? She had never tried to imagine what it would be like to watch a man fucking a woman ... such an idea was completely outside the sphere of Barbie's comprehension. Yet now that it was actually happening, she found that it was affecting her in a way that she had never dreamed. The revulsion she felt was not absolute ... far from it ... there was another, stronger, sensation-a peculiar quivering deep in her own crotch. Her cunt was wet!
"Aaaagh," the blonde girl groaned sharply as the thick rigid cock slid into her, sending chills all over the young stewardess' body and causing her heavy breasts to begin rising and falling rapidly. She felt her nipples stiffen and push against the constricting cloth of her bra as she gazed down on the licentious scene. God, he had fucked all the way up into the girl ... so far in that nothing could be seen now of his long thick cock, only the clump of black hair at its base. Then as it withdrew smoothly from the suction-like clasping of her tightly clinging pussy, it gleamed wetly in the bright moonlight, moistened by the secretions that had gathered within the girl's hungrily twitching cunt.
Rita's wide sprawling legs suddenly jackknifed out around her ravisher's bare back, pulling him ruthlessly deeper into her hotly straining cunt. "It feels so good," she panted hoarsely. "Ooooh, it is ... so ... good! Come on, fill me ... fuck me harder!"
Barbie was afraid she might faint as the girl's lewd cries drummed into her unbelieving ears. The tensions inside her were building steadily, but there was no release ... no release from having to hear the lewd, wet fucking sounds ... not words now, but just animal-like grunts of pleasure, and the loud slapping of Ted's naked belly against the girl's as he fucked into her with increasing desperation, moaning and groaning out his lust and desire. He had his hands under her buttocks now, pulling the round white ass-cheeks together and separating them in a lust-induced frenzy as his cock sank deeper and deeper into the warm wet abyss of her wildly palpitating young cunt-hole. Her cunt walls sucked hungrily at his cock, tormenting the sensitive swollen head still more on each succeeding stroke into the pit of her hotly trembling belly.
Now, although it was cool in the night air, Barbie was perspiring all over. The feeling in her stomach had tightened into a coil that now gripped her whole pelvis. Moisture was seeping slowly from her own involuntarily aroused pussy and she clamped her thighs tightly together, increasing the pressure on the soft, furry "vee" between her legs. The blood seemed to have drained from her head and was swirling down there between her legs. Her breath was coming in such great gasps it seemed the couple fucking so lewdly by the pool must hear the rasping sound of it. The unwelcome hungry throbbing up between her thighs caused her to clamp them still more tightly together and the increasing wetness of her panties was so disturbing that she unconsciously reached down and began to stroke her own cunt mound in a slow sensuous motion as her eyes remained fixed on the wildly screwing figures by the pool. She saw her new neighbor's long fleshy cock, wet and glistening, fuck out of the girl and then fuck forward again and hold still there up inside her belly for a few seconds. The rhythmic motions went on and on, accompanied by a faint smacking noise as his balls slapped briskly against the girl's sensuously working little ass-hole just below the hair-fringed mouth of her cunt.
The girl mouthed erotic obscenities at him as she rolled her hips madly from side to side in the throes of her passion, and each time she heard the vulgar words the exciting little tingle would shoot uncontrollably through Barbie's own hopelessly aroused pussy. She was completely absorbed in the spectacle as Ted's hands slid beneath the girl's steadily pumping buttocks and with the tip of his middle finger, he began to probe tantalizingly at the tiny puckered ring of her nakedly exposed asshole. Rita squealed suddenly as the finger burst through the tight elastic ring and disappeared up into her rectum ... her legs flailed wildly for an instant and then locked tightly again around the hotly pulsing cheeks of his ass as the rhythm of the lewd act resumed and she struggled to impale herself still further on the twinly probing finger and cock sunk far up inside her cunt and asshole. She had lost control of her body and now was nothing but a seething mass of passion-crazed female flesh.
Barbie's own body was caught in the grip of something new and different from any feeling she'd known before, even when she'd been kissed on dates and boys had made their inevitable fumbling attempts to feel her titties. Her hand was still moving swiftly and automatically among the soft folds of her hotly burning pussy, pressing the silky material of her panties tight against the tormented little nipple of her clitoris between her now wide-spread legs. Her breasts were tense and aching with desire as the new and pussy-flaring sensations continued to radiate from the inwardly clenching mouth of her cunt and race over her entire body.
"Give it to it! Harder! Fuck it harder!" As her orgasm approached the moaning girl by the pool went into a virtual frenzy. "That's it," she cried joyously, "Stick your finger deeper up in my ass-hole ... oooh, deeper ... don't stop ... I'm cumming! Oh Lord, I'm cumming!"
She began to make a curious little wailing sound that grew shriller as her lust-tensed body started to jerk and convulse under her lover's lewdly pinioning cock. The big, wide-set breasts were dancing loosely on her chest with the intensity of her cum. Barbie clutched wildly at a chair for support as she realized what was happening, that this was the moment of orgasm. It really lasted only a few seconds, but it seemed to go on forever and the rigid straining of the naked girl toes curled, frightened Barbie even while it excited her own cunt almost beyond belief. Then, as Rita finally went limp, eyes closed, and groaning softly with pleasure, Ted Cosgrove's strong muscular loins were suddenly galvanized into action. With a grunt, he surged forward to penetrate to a seemingly impossible depth into the girl's shamelessly unresisting belly. Again and again he fucked up into her, the pressure building within him until at last he felt his sperm explode from his lust-tightened balls and course upward through his cock to spray out into the wet cavernous depths of her pussy. As he fucked into the still erotically moaning blonde with these final thrusts, Barbie also sensed somehow that this was the climax for him, the ultimate in sensation for the male. At this second he was spurting his hot male cum deep up into his widespread partner, drenching her insides with his white-hot seed. Oh, God, Barbie thought, she couldn't stand much more of this ... she had already seen far too much. Why didn't they go now, and leave her in peace? Their wild, animal rutting was finished!
But the spent couple were still locked together, panting, in each other's arms, and so they remained for several moments. Rita's disheveled blonde hair was tangled around both pairs of shoulders, binding him to her in this most obscene of positions.
At last Ted Cosgrove raised himself on his hands and knees and looked down at Rita with a satisfied smile.
"That hold your hungry little twat for a while?" he demanded arrogantly as he reached for the discarded towel and began to wipe himself with it. Barbie saw that his cock had shrunk to near-normal size again and was dangling between his legs at a slight angle.
"Mmmm, honey, you know you're the best cockman I've ever had," the blonde murmured in a tone that seemed calculated to arouse his desires again. "Damn this air mattress!" She sat up and began to scratch at her legs. "It's losing it's air!"
"You wanted it right here," he reminded her gleefully. "Come on, it's getting chilly out here." He reached down and pulled the blonde to her feet and they walked together toward the chalet where the lights were now dimmed as if the others had retired.
"God, how many men has she let fuck her?"
Barbie asked herself as she stared after the departing couple who had so brutally wrecked the tranquility of the evening for her. Obviously, the girl was a promiscuous tramp ... it was too bad, in a way. She was rather pretty. But what kind of man would want to marry such an easy mark? She stood immobile until the man and woman had entered their house and then went into hers and bolted the door as if she could shut out the memory of what she had seen that way. She was deeply ashamed of the way she had almost finger-fucked herself when she became so excited, watching them. What had made her do it? She wasn't that desperate for a man, or to get screwed ... yet undeniably, she had stroked herself ... there ... because it had felt so good, and she was under such stress that she simply couldn't help herself. If one could lose one's self-control just by watching two people fucking ... no, that was the wrong way to look at it. Every experience added to the sum total of your experience and this one was no different. Sometimes she had worried that she might be frigid, and how terrible it would be if she married and then found out it was true. Now she felt suddenly confident that she was not frigid, because her pussy still tingled with little flames of excitement when she recalled what she had seen there by her neighbors pool. She hoped these crazy, prurient thoughts wouldn't prevent her from sleeping-she wanted to get a lot of rest and look her best the day Jerry Coplan arrived....
* * *
The next Thursday night, Ted Cosgrove suddenly appeared at the door of her cabin.
"Hi, Barbie!" he said breezily, opening the screen and letting himself in. "I thought I'd drop by and see how you were doing."
"Great until now." she said, annoyed.
"I know," he said and, without being invited, seated himself next to her on the couch. He grinned innocently, half-turning his body toward her so that they faced each other directly. He wore a T-shirt and jeans, more clothing than she'd ever seen him in, yet the effect of the outfit was to display his big, muscled body. She glanced away from his bold black eyes and her eyes fell on the jeans that age had softened and molded to fit his bodily contours. At the crotch, the bulge of his huge cock was unmistakable and of course she thought immediately of him on top of Rita, sliding his huge rod of male flesh in and out of the willing girl's moist pussy-hole. A sex machine, that's all he was ... the kind of man who saw all females as nothing more than targets for his lust.
"Sorry about the noise last weekend," he commented, staring at the creamy skin of her thighs. "But things will be quieter this weekend you and I can have the pool to ourselves-I want to get much better acquainted with my neighbor, you know."
Barbie tugged her brief skirt down in an effort to conceal the white flesh that was obviously fascinating him.
"I don't know what my plans are for the weekend," she said coolly, "but I'm afraid your crowd is a bit fast for me."
"But I said there wouldn't be a crowd, only the two of us," he shifted his position, draping one arm across the back of the couch just above her shoulder. "You're a beautiful girl, Barbie, will you let me take some photos of you?"
"W-what kind of photos?" She reached nervously for a cigarette and got it lit with some difficulty.
"We'll see. I'm not sure just yet how I want to take you." His arm went around her and tilted her face up to the light. Suddenly, her heart was pounding wildly and a funny weak feeling spread through her loins, accompanied by prurient tingles of excitement up between her legs.
"Mmmmm ... yes," Ted said lazily, as he held her chin lightly between his thumb and forefinger, "Very nice!" and then suddenly his warm, wet mouth was on hers and she felt his thick strong tongue darting deep into her mouth in a daring invasion that rocked the innocent girl with shock. Shaken, she pressed herself helplessly back against the couch in a vain effort to escape the lewd probings of his tongue into her mouth and throat. His left hand slid to her warm tit and began to massage the full heavy mound. She felt his fingers pinching and tweaking her nipple into painful hardness and soon her entire breast seemed to swell and to vibrate with maddening sensations that Barbie had never before experienced. Jerry had touched her breasts before, but she had always put a quick stop to such maneuvers, and he had not dared to seize her in the way that Ted Cosgrove was doing, squeezing and stroking her tender flesh as if she were some whore off the streets whom he could fuck and play with at his will.
"Stop that!" she twisted away from his caressing lips, gasping with outrage, "Take your hands off me! Who do you think you are?" She shoved him violently away from her and shrank into the corner of the couch, her desire-swollen tits heaving with the force of the passionate emotions he had aroused in her.
"Get out of here," she cried furiously, "and don't you ever come back!"
Ted Cosgrove wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"What's wrong with you? You wanted me to touch your tits, and kiss you, you know. I could read the signs ... but as soon as I touch you, you freeze. What's your hang-up, baby? What are you scared of?"
"I am not afraid of you," she declared, her quivering voice revealing quite the opposite, "and I certainly didn't want you to kiss me. Why I hardly know you...."
"What's that got to do with it? I was trying to get to know you better." He was still smiling confidently, not the least rebuffed by her rejection of his amorous advances.
"I'm not an easy fuck ... like Rita, I'm not interested in putting any man's cock who comes along, in my pussy, and I don't know how you got that impression. I am-well, practically-engaged."
"Oh, is that it? Why isn't your fiance around to take care of you, then?"
"He'll be here very soon." Barbie already regretted her lie about the relationship between Jerry Coplan and herself. For all she knew Ted Cosgrove might have some connection with the Coplan's and there was no official or even semi-official engagement as yet. But then she hadn't mentioned Jerry's name, so of course it would be all right. She'd had to say something that would deter him and she sensed that nothing short of an engagement or marriage would deter him. She had never encountered such an aggressive male. Then, to her horror, Ted moved closer, pinning her into the corner!
"Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him, will it? Here we are-you and I-alone together, nothing to do ... and we'd look good screwing together, baby. You've got a body that really gets to me, you know. I'd like to take off everything you're wearing and kiss you all over ... and that's only the beginning...." as the obscene words flowed from his mouth his hands were on her again, stroking, caressing ... her warm lust-swollen tits ... her smooth belly ... moving to her hips.
"No, no...." she begged. "Please stop it. You can't! I told you, I'm not that kind of a girl!"
"But you are, baby, you are ... I know you want to fuck as bad as I do, so why not admit it? You don't have to play hard-to-get with me, or put on that stuck-up act. I'm gonna be the best neighbor you ever had ... right here when you want me ... and nobody has to know a thing except you and me."
He was leaning over her and his big hands suddenly went to her bare thighs and rested there a moment, gently squeezing the soft, warm flesh before moving to the inner portion of the thigh and commencing a lewd, sensuous stroking motion. The horrified girl let him touch her there, actually submitted to his caressing fingertips. One hand suddenly moved to her tense, flat belly and Ted seemed to slither closer until his face was again against hers and before the petrified girl knew what was happening, he was kissing her again-this time his lips completely engulfed her trembling moist mouth. His tongue slashed between her teeth and began to circle the tip of her tongue.
"S-stop! Stop it!" She fought free once more and faced him like a desperate, cornered animal. "What do I have to do to convince you that I'm not interested? I have long fingernails, and I'll use them if you try one more pass at me."
"OK, OK-I get the picture, "breathing heavily, he got up abruptly from the couch and stood over her. "It's too bad you turned out to be such an iceberg. I had great plans for us, baby," He shrugged. "Some other time, maybe?"
Choking with rage, she shook her golden blonde head.
"Don't ever come back. The very sight of you is repulsive to me."
"Oh, oh, oh,-such harsh words. But you're welcome at my place Barbie, any time. I like your spirit. I could tame you, you know. And I still want to take your picture."
Barbie didn't bother to answer. She sat staring fixedly straight ahead until Ted Cosgrove had left the room, banging the door behind him. She heard his cheerful, insolent whistle as he crossed the strip of ground between the two chalets. This was really too much-practically assaulted in her own living room. She needed Jerry Coplan here to protect her!
Then it occurred to her that in her boy friend's absence, she at least needed a drink and so she poured one from a bottle of bourbon she kept for Jerry's visits. She added just a bit of Coke and drank the strong mixture. It did wonders for her shattered nerves.
Jerry arrived the following evening, just as she was sitting down to watch TV. She heard the characteristic squeal of brakes on his car as he whipped into the driveway and stopped only inches from the bumper of her car. She was at the door to welcome him and gave him a warm hug and kiss, thinking to herself, I hope that lecher next door sees this.
"I thought you'd never get here," she murmured into Jerry Coplan's ear, "It's been so lonely!"
"What ever made you rent a place out here?" he asked curiously, as they entered the chalet arms about each other's waist. "I was really surprised when I got your letter."
"Well, you know how tiring Denver can be during the summer, and I wanted some relaxation ... a little sun and skiing ... why does anybody come to Vail?"
"God, I'm bushed," he dropped into a chair. "Got anything to drink?"
"Of course," she purred. Just sit right there and put your feet up while I fix us something. How about dinner?"
"No, thanks, I grabbed some on the way down. I haven't been to my folks place yet, they don't know I got a leave yet."
"You came to me first!" Barbie's lovely deep blue eyes glowed with happiness. This proved that she did enjoy an important place in Jerry Coplan's thoughts.
"Uhhuh," he said nonchalantly.
Barbie brought tall ice-filled glasses in a few moments and as she handed him his, Jerry circled her slim waist with his arm and drew her down on the arm of his chair.
"It's good to see you again," he admitted huskily. God, she was a beauty! As she leaned over him, her heavy breasts swung tantalizingly forward and he was seized by an impulse to tear her blouse open and pull those teasing fleshy twin mounds out so that he could fondle and nuzzle them. Sometimes her untouchability nearly drove him mad, for he'd never seen a pussy that so cried out to be fucked. He'd never seen a girl that he wanted to fuck so badly, and it infuriated him that so far he had not even come close to her pussy. He knew that she liked him, she wasn't seeing anyone else ... but she had some crazy, old-fashioned notions in her pretty head ... notions that other women had discarded years ago. Well, he had always found the romantic setting of the towering Rockies a very good spot for seductions. He hadn't much time to seduce Barbie, but he certainly wasn't giving up. For one thing, he was now ninety-nine percent sure that she was a virgin. At first he hadn't believed her when she claimed to be a virgin, but now he thought it quite probably true. What a notch in his gun she would make when he did finally get in there and screw the hell out of her! As he sipped the drink he let his hand slide lower around her hips until he felt the softly yielding flesh of her ass-cheeks under his palm. He began to rub her soft pliant flesh gently back and forth and to his surprise, she did not shy away but seemed to be willing to accept the presence there of his hand. So he continued the action, increasing the pressure and going still lower down, working toward the split between the two ripe cheeks that were flattened against the chair. Jerry gulped hastily at his drink and set the glass down so that both hands were free to caress his statuesque golden-haired beauty. He reached up and tilted her face up to his.
"God, I've missed you! I just want to hold you and kiss you to convince myself that you're real and not something I dreamed up while I was away."
"You'll find me very solid," she answered, kissing him lightly on the lips. He was so safe and com forting to be with. She could let herself go a little with him, knowing that she could turn off her feelings if they became too intense, and more important, that she could control Jerry's masculine ardor. Right now, as a sort of homecoming present she was deliberately letting him touch her in a part of her body that had been off limits before.
Soon she would have to call a halt, but there would be no problem of having to fight him off, or threaten to scratch him as she had done to Ted Cosgrove.
If Barbie Coleman had had any real idea of the dynamite she was playing with when she incited a man to the sexual boiling point, she would have tuned tail and run in the opposite direction. But her ideas of sex were at best vague ... garnered from misinformation fed to her by her aunt and grandmother and from "approved" books on sex education which failed to mention the tremendous forces ignited in the average male by sexual arousal.
Already, Jerry Coplan had forgotten his weariness from the long drive from the base as he felt his cock begin to stir and swell in his pants while he played with Barbie's curvy voluptuous little behind.
"Finish your drink, darling," he coaxed, "I want to kiss you and hold you. It's so good being with you again!"
Obediently, she swallowed the remaining liquor, and let him pull her down in his lap. Under their clothing the warm soft flesh of her ass-cheeks and upper thighs molded itself to his flesh in a disturbing way, and, as he pulled her backward against his stomach she was horrified to actually feel a hard bulge of throbbing rigidity pressing into her. She shrank from contact with the forbidden cock, but he appeared not to notice her discomfort and tightened his grasp around her. Their mouths met and she let hers relax and open to him. He liked to kiss this way, inserting his tongue between her lips and she accepted it-up to a certain point. Jerry knew just how far he could go before she stopped him, but tonight he was quick to sense a subtle altering in her inviolable position ... a weakening ... uncertainty. Whatever, she seemed different and he was quite prepared to take every advantage of the change!
CHAPTER THREE
With her mouth filled by Jerry's darting lizard-like tongue, Barbie could not protest when she realized what his hands were doing. He was busily unbuttoning her blouse and had exposed her lace-encased tits to his hungry gaze. The pink nipples gleamed dully under the sheer fabric of her brassiere and further incited his damned-up lust. Now his hands moved under the loosely hanging blouse and attempted to unhook her brassiere. Barbie managed to pull her mouth free and gasp, "No, Jerry, I don't like that."
But he paid no attention, the clasp suddenly parted and her heavy lust-swollen breasts popped forward as they were released from the tightly containing material and swung free under his delighted avaricious gaze.
"God, you're beautiful!" he exclaimed in a choked voice, "Please darling, let me touch you...." and without waiting for her answer he buried his face between the two creamy tit mounds and began kissing them, sending crazy tingles of emotion over her body.
"No, no!" she half-moaned. "We can't do this. Have you gone crazy?"
This time it was not so easy to lead him away from her garden of forbidden delights as it had been in the past. She had to forcefully push his wet, clinging mouth away and pull the blouse together over the moist and quivering nipples that were exciting him to the point of daring almost anything.
"I've got to touch you," he declared fervently. "If I'm crazy, it's because you've driven me that way. Five months we've been seeing each other and I can't even get close to you yet! I'm a man, Barbie, I don't want any more kid games. I want to fuck you. I want to get inside of your pussy!"
"Jerry!" the thoroughly shocked girl exclaimed, "I-I realize it's hard for you, but I've told you all along that I'll never give me virginity to any man but my husband, when I marry. You think that's a funny, old-fashioned attitude, I know, but it's my decision. You've always understood exactly how I felt. I haven't led you on."
As she spoke she attempted to pull her brassiere and blouse together again and fasten them, while he worked just as diligently to bare exposed tits and resume his nuzzling. He could never get enough of those tits, Jerry thought, there was nothing like them in his experience ... and that included a lot of girls. He was prepared to do anything to get his cock in the pussy of this prissy little bitch-anything short of marrying her, anyway.
He just didn't want to get married at this point in his life. If he had, he supposed Barbie wouldn't make a bad wife. Jerry Coplan was a very good catch and he knew it. He had been pursued by girls since high school days and had already indulged in several intimate affairs. When he met Barbie Coleman he had looked forward to another such affair-only to run up against the stone wall of her complete refusal to let him fuck her.
At first it had irritated him ... then angered him ... several times he had come very close to breaking off with her. But he always came back, drawn by the irresistible magnet of a challenge that was worthy of any man ... to be the first to get into that fantastic cunt!
A plan was forming in his mind ... he had a trump card to play this evening, but if that failed he might go so far as to hint at an engagement ... in a way that would not bind him. He was damn sure he wasn't going to marry any girl without first testing her out in the sack! Breathing heavily, he withdrew his hands and let her re-button her blouse. Then he resumed his ardent embrace.
"I'm sorry," he lied. "I just couldn't help it. It's been a month since we've seen each other, and I've thought of practically nothing but you."
"Oh, Jerry," she was instantly concerned.
"God, I want you to be so much to me," he declared. "I'd rather have you waiting for me in the evening, so that when I come home after a long tiring day at the office you'll be there to fix me a drink, and do all the other little things for me."
"Just like this?" she whispered happily, snuggling closer to his body. Inwardly, she was jubilant ... this was the first time Jerry had spoken of a future in which they were together. Come home, his exact words ... home to her!
He squeezed and kissed her face all over, nose, cheeks, chin ... and then moved to her white neck and the open "vee" of her blouse.
"Not quite like this," he murmured, "I'd want you wearing some kind of robe, or negligee ... with nothing under it."
"Oooh, Jerry, you're very wicked." Barbie felt her skin prickle with little goose bumps at his lewd suggestions.
"I haven't even gotten started," he chuckled. "After we've had some drinks, and I'm beginning to unwind from my day at the office, then we go into the bedroom ... and I take off your robe...." as his voice went smoothly on, he took Barbie's warm little hand and carefully guided it to his stomach. With a shock she suddenly felt the thickly throbbing hardness of his erect penis under her palm. Deliberately, he pressed her fingers around the blood-swollen cock-shaft and held them there, "And my cock will be all ready for you, just like it is now, darling! How does it feel? Do you want it inside your hot pussy?"
"Ugh!" she was gripped by sudden revulsion at the thought of the obscene thing she was touching, and snatched her hand away as if it were burnt. "Jerry, yyes, I do want sex," she had difficulty pronouncing the word. "Of course I do, but I feel that it's wrong for you to talk this way now. It-it arouses me, and I'm sure it arouses you, too, and what's the point of doing that when you know that nothing can come of it now?"
"Why can't we do it now? I want you more than anything in the world, Barbie. I love you, darling,-I'm sure that I really do love you!"
"And I think I love you too," she whispered into his ear, twining her fingers through his thick, longish hair, "and now that we'll have this spring together we have time to find out exactly what our feelings are. It's going to be such a wonderful vacation, here with you!"
She felt, or rather sensed, his slight withdrawal when she made this remark. Although he still held her close and his lips were at her throat, his body seemed to tense slightly.
"What made you decide to come up here to Vail, by yourself?" he murmured, pressing his lips into the little hollow at the base of her lovely neck.
"Why ... your family has a chalet up here and I know that they spend a good deal of their time here so I thought I would rent one and do a little skiing and we could see each other when you could get leaves.
"You should have checked with me, first," he pointed out.
"Yes, but I thought you'd be surprised, and pleased."
"Darling, it was a nice idea. But the fact is, if you had checked first, I'd have told you that I won't be here this summer."
"W-what do you mean?"
"I'm being transferred to the East Coast for a few months. I just came up this weekend to say good bye."
"Oh, Jerry!" she gave a hurt, anguished cry. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Well, of course I would have, if I'd had any idea you were coming out here."
"H-how long will you be gone?"
"We get back around the middle of July."
Hot tears of disappointment stung Barbie's eyes. Her plans were in ruins ... she was chained in this miserable spot for three months-without Jerry! She could have died of frustration ... it simply wasn't fair! Just as everything seemed within her grasp, and Jerry had finally said the magic words that he loved her, everything came crashing down around her head.
"You're not angry then?" he raised his eyes to hers.
"What use would it be to get angry? Actually," she went on bravely "I'm looking forward to quite a swinging summer here. There's a bachelor living right next door and he seems to give a lot of parties so...."
"I've seen his crowd," Jerry admitted coldly. "If I were you, I'd be careful."
God damn, but she was a cool little bitch! Instead of getting his cock into her cunt tonight as he'd hoped, he'd have to sweat it out for another two months.
"No," he agreed. "We have no claims. Maybe that's one reason I wanted to go away, Barbie. I think I need some time to myself to think about things ... like you and me ... quite frankly, I'd planned to remain a bachelor for quite a while until I met you. Now, I don't know. You're a very desirable girl, and a guy can hardly help falling in love with you. But I still need time to think."
"I understand," she said, loosening his arms from around her shoulders and getting unsteadily to her feet. "Perhaps since you haven't seen your parents yet, you should go on to their place now. Will I see you again before you leave?"
"Of course! Tomorrow night?"
"All right," she said diffidently, as if she couldn't have cared less whether she saw him or not.
But when he was gone, Barbie Coleman rushed into her bedroom and flung herself down on the lumpy mattress to sob and sob until she was exhausted. She beat her small fists ineffectually against the pillows and wailed out her disappointment and disillusion.
* * *
Luckily, Barbie didn't have a flight the next day, so she did not have to face her co-workers at work with a swollen, puffy face. And thank God she had never revealed to any of them that she was dating the company's president's son-no doubt some of the stewardess would find it highly amusing that she was going to be left "high and dry" for the summer after all the plans she had made.
When she saw Ted Cosgrove emerge from his house in mid-morning and drive away in his old car, she decided it would be a good chance to sun herself by his pool in his absence. Might as well get something in return for squandering her savings to rent a chalet in Vail. Accordingly, she applied suntan oil lavishly over all the exposed portions of her body and went outside with her beach towel. She'd barely stretched out when she heard the noise of an approaching car. She ignored the car as it swept close by, then as the car made a second pass, there was a loud honk from the horn and she looked up, annoyed. The driver suddenly cut the powerful engine and parked the car in her driveway.
"Why, Jerry!" she recognized the car now.
"Hi, Barbie. Look I just ran over to tell you that my plans have changed and I can't see you tonight after all. I'm sorry, but my leave's been cancelled and I have to report back to the base tomorrow which means I have to leave tonight."
"Oh, I see," she nodded, absorbing this latest blow.
"I'm really sorry about all this, but I'll be back in July and we'll have at least a few weeks leave coming to me before I have to go back."
"Yes, Jerry," she said dejectedly. "Fine."
Jerry held out his arms to kiss her. They clung together for a brief moment.
"I love you!" he exclaimed huskily. Then he was disengaging her arms, he got back into his car and revving the motor, in seconds he was speeding down the road towards town leaving nothing but a thin stream of exhaust.
"Damn, damn, damn!" Barbie exploded angrily. This seemed to her to be the final collapse of everything she had so carefully worked out and planned to the last detail. Tonight she'd decided to wear her sexiest dress, to use all the tricks she knew to charm a man short of going the limit, in a last-ditch attempt to wring a proposal from Jerry Coplan before he left. Now she'd been robbed of the final chance ... he might be gone from her life for good. Anything might happen while he was on the East Coast.
Desolate, she lay down again in the hot glare of the high altitude sun, hardly caring if she burned, freckled or peeled. Tears welled into her eyes once more, but she fought them back. She could feel the heat baking through the thin layer of cotton over her ass-cheeks and moistened the area between her legs. It dripped down her front too, soaking the skimpy bikini top. She heard nothing as she lay there miserable, but suddenly a shadow fell across her body. With a cry of surprise she whipped her head around. Pete Peterson was standing there grinning slyly down at her near-naked body with obvious enjoyment of the luscious sight.
"You said you had a job for me, Miss."
He was still wearing the filthy cotton pants and the boots, but had put on a lighter shirt, a dark blue cotton chambray, stained in great wet circles under the arms. His earthy odor almost made her retch.
She sat up hastily and pulled the towel partially around her. She'd completely forgotten about the black handyman, and had to collect her scattered thoughts hastily.
"Oh, yes, there is one thing. The window in the living room seems to be stuck. Can you fix that?"
"Heck, yeah. Easy. Is that all?"
"I-I think so. The grass isn't very high yet, we'll let it go for another week or so." As she got awkwardly to her feet the repulsive black giant continued to feast his eyes on her. He stood aside politely so that she had to precede him on the walk to her chalet.
Fixing the window was so simple that Pete wondered why she had not done it herself. Maybe she was being nice, but she didn't always talk nice. Maybe she was just lonely and wanted the chance to talk to somebody. That was another puzzling thing-although she was easily the most beautiful girl in the valley this summer, she didn't seem to have any friends. When Pete made his night-time rounds, she was always sitting in her living room reading or watching TV. Sometimes as he watched her there, bare feet curled up under her lovely round haunches, or wearing nothing but her robe, he wanted in the very worst ways to knock on her door ... see if she would invite him in, or talk to him for awhile. But his better judgment warned him against such a move. Pete knew how to bide his time. Jesus she was pretty! All pink and sweaty, her blonde hair was damp and curly and her little bit of a bathing suit was soaked through. He could see the hard berry nipples poking up against the cloth. Course he had seen her big tits bare, but this was just as exciting, somehow, knowing how they looked and her not dreaming he'd ever seen her that way. And, oh, God, her cunt! He just couldn't be near her without his cock feelin' like it was going to bust. He had to ram it up into that little white belly of hers ... and soon! She'd be mighty surprised when she saw his big black cock and felt it inside her ... Jerry Coplan didn't have anything like it, by God, nor even Ted Cosgrove. No other men around here, leastways, could fill that sweet little cunt the way Pete Peterson could!
As the handyman shut the window and turned to her, Barbie thought for a moment that he was ill. His brown face had gone a dusky red and his breath was coming in quick rasps. His perpetual grin was wider and more wolfish than it had been on the other occasion she had met him, and she felt a little prickle of fear and wished she were wearing more clothing. His eyes were fixed on her navel, it seemed to her, so intently that he was almost crosseyed.
"Well!" she exclaimed brightly, "that didn't take you long. Now, how much do I owe you?"
"Oh, miss. I couldn't take no money for that. You coulda done it yourself. No, sir," he waved his hand deprecatingly, "not a cent. Uh, you want me to cut your grass next week, huh?"
"Yes, that will be fine, and thank you, Pete." She pointedly opened the door for him and with one last lascivious stare at her shapely body, he went out.
She leaned against the counter, feeling suddenly drained and tired and deeply depressed. The feeling of depression persisted, even after she had showered, dressed, and spent the afternoon in town shopping for groceries and sundries.
As she drove back to the chalet she could not help thinking that it was Saturday night and she had no date-she had cut off her association with all the other men she knew in order to concentrate on Jerry. And this was to have been the weekend of Jerry's homecoming!
Well, perhaps there would be a good movie on TV. She switched channels several times and finally curled up on the couch in the position that Pete liked to see her take as he spied on the unwary girl. As dusk settled quickly on the small town nestled in the Rockies, she missed the twinkling lights of the Coplan house across the street: it was completely dark. She heard cars arriving at Ted Cosgrove's chalet but did not bother to look.
Shortly, after nine, there was a knock on her door. Now who in the world can that be, she thought nervously, getting up.
"Hi, Barbie!" Ted Cosgrove called, letting himself in. "Look, I'm really not going to be one of those neighbors who borrows everything but the fact is I need some ice. You happen to have any?"
"I think so," she went into, the kitchen and returned with a plastic bag full of ice, that she kept full.
"Oh, great! You see, most of my ice was used up last weekend, and I forgot to fill them up again, you know how it is with ice trays."
Barbie was surprised that he could chat so easily, after the scene the other night when she'd ordered him out. But he seemed to have forgotten all about it. He was smiling in his usual friendly way.
"I, uh, suppose your fiance is in town now?" he asked. "You said you expected him this week."
She lifted her chin defiantly. Might as well come out with it ... she wasn't going to be tormented during her stay here by Ted asking her where her "fiance" was!
"There was a change in plans," he answered coolly, "he was here, but only overnight. He had to leave for the East Coast for a few months."
"And leave you sitting here by yourself? Is the guy crazy or something? I thought you looked kind of down-hearted, like something was bothering you! Say, you wouldn't catch me pulling a stunt like that ... it'd serve the guy right if you just found yourself somebody else while he's gone.
Barbie was surprised to find herself in complete agreement with something Ted Cosgrove said. It would serve Jerry right. She shrugged her lovely shoulders and smiled faintly at her neighbor.
"Come on," he announced, "you're coming over to my place. Yes, right now I've got some friends over, and we certainly aren't going to let you sit here alone. We'd probably keep you awake, anyway."
"No. Thank you, Ted, but I couldn't possibly...."
"You could, and you are," he said firmly. "What you need is a few drinks and some conversation to cheer you up. You're looking gorgeous, like always, so there's not a single reason you can't join us." With that, he snapped off her TV set and seized her by the hand.
"I-I...." she hesitated a few seconds longer, then gave in suddenly when she realized to her amazement that she did want to join the party, in spite of her misgivings. She wanted to be part of a group, talking with men who would admire her the way men always did and begin to rebuild her cruelly shattered ego. She let herself be led into Ted Cosgrove's chalet.
When they entered, she gazed with surprise at the excellent taste and stunning rustic decor of the open-beam ceiling main room. Although the chalet was small, the effect was spacious because of the soaring roof peak and the giant stone fireplace that took up half of the wall. An elaborate stereo system was built into another wall and there was a bar-bookshelf on the other wall. The kitchen and bathroom were at the rear and above them was a railed balcony apparently the bedroom. There were paintings and photographs everywhere, each cleverly illuminated. Barbie was so busy looking around that it did not register for a few seconds that the other guests were five young men and one woman.
"B-but where are all the girls?" she looked through the open kitchen door expectantly. Everyone laughed at her innocent remark and she looked accusingly at Ted.
"You didn't say it was a bachelor party!" she turned to leave, but he seized her arm.
"Wait, Barbie! There is-there are other girls coming. Don't go off in a huff before you've had a drink. I wasn't trying to deceive you. You're the touchiest girl I've ever run across," he shook his head.
Her host steered her to the bar and lifting her easily, set her on one of the leather stools.
"I think Pernod is your drink," he said decisively, picking up a glass and taking some ice cubes from a bucket. Barbie had heard vaguely of such a drink, but did not want to admit she'd never tasted it. She watched him splash a milky liquid into the glass and accepted the drink he handed to her. An odd flavor, somewhat like licorice candy, but not unpleasant. There was no doubt the drink was doing her good, she could practically feel her taut nerves unwind as the liquid settled in her stomach. She was introduced to Ted's friends and learned that one of them was being married next week, hence the party. But Ted assured her again that she would not be the only female present, and though she wanted to ask whether Rita was coming, she did not. It was truly amazing how her spirits lifted as she sat talking with Ted's guests, and sipping her drink.
Barbie-was not impressed by the only other girl there, an Asian named Angelina, indeed she thought the woman's appearance was very cheap and common, and also she was older than the others there, probably in her middle 30's. She wore a tight skin-hugging dress with no back and only spaghetti string straps, with high cork-soled sandals. Her dark brown hair was unbecomingly long and fell across her shoulders in a stringly cascade.
But what to Barbie was most surprising and disgusting, when Angelina entered the room all the fellows called out to her in a very familiar way and as she walked to greet them individually they all kissed her ... not just pecks on the cheek, but torrid kisses, and the shocked young stewardess observed one of the men fondle Angelina's ass-cheeks and another one actually shoved his hand down the front of her dress and pinched one of her tits. Instead of slapping him or telling him off, the woman merely giggled and moved on to the next man.
Barbie was reminded again that this was a very fast crowd and she would do well to watch herself among them. She did not anticipate any situation arising that she could not handle, yet still ... but the fact that there were six men here somehow made her feel a little safer. Surely, if someone made any really raw passes, one of the others would came to her assistance ... they couldn't all be so ungentlemanly as not to protect a girl.
Everyone seating themselves in a semi-circle and carrying their drinks with them. A third drink was pressed into Barbie's hand, and though she felt she'd already had quite enough, she took it and merely held it, not drinking. Angelina was busy at the stereo set, choosing some records to play. She was on a couch, wedged between Ted and a man called Cary. She had almost forgotten about her own troubles, at least for the moment, and was finding it quite easy to make conversation and laugh with the other guests. Suddenly, the room was filled with Eastern music from the loudspeakers and Angelina turned to face them. The oriental woman moved quickly to the center of the room and stood on the hardwood floor as if it were a stage. Cary whistled and clapped his hands.
"Atta girl!" he called out drunkenly. "Give us a real show, honey."
"What is she going to do?" Barbie whispered to Ted, curiously.
"Shhh," he warned. "Just watch. You'll see."
Angelina now held a large feather fan in her hand, As Barbie stared, the older woman stood with her legs slightly apart and began to undulate her well-curved body in a curiously sensuous eastern strip-tease, complete with expert bumps and grinds. She was so obviously professional that Barbie realized she must be here in some sort of capacity as a paid entertainer, which would explain the fact that she had seemed out of place. She stared, fascinated, having never seen such a performance except in movies. The Asian woman's body had been a magnificent one ... now it was beginning to go ... a little thick in the midriff ... enormous breasts, uncommon in an oriental, sagging just a bit ... but still a stunning figure of a woman.
"Take if off, Angelina!" Ted called out, as the oriental dance became more torridly suggestive with each bar of the music. And then she did just that, reaching deftly behind her to slide the zipper of her dress open. It fell at her feet and she picked it up deftly and tossed it aside. Under the dress she was wearing a pair of lily white panties which accentuated the exotic honey tone of her skin. Her breasts were bear, the huge dark nipples standing out from the dark skin like ruby bull's eyes.
Barbie could feel her face growing hot as she squirmed uncomfortably at the sight of Angelina's almost-naked flesh. None of the men was paying any attention to her now, their eyes were all riveted on the twisting figure in the center of the floor ... if only she could get up and leave ... she felt so strange ... so weak, as if all her customary will-power had deserted her. Absently, she raised the glass in her hand and drank deeply of the cool liquid, which immediately turned to warmth in her stomach and spread rapidly through her whole body. She leaned back for support.
Angelina stood with legs braced wide apart and began to shake her huge dark tits in a furious shimmying motion until the twin mounds were vibrating lewdly. How does she do that, Barbie wondered, as her own breasts quivered from the excitement of watching the obscene display. The pendulous breasts continued their wild rotations, and Cary sat forward eagerly, his eyes fixed on the red nipples.
"Shake it, baby!" he crooned. "Shake those tits!"
Barbie recoiled. Was the woman going to take off everything? Now she had the feathered fan in her hands, she was passing it between her legs in a thoroughly obscene manner, as if rubbing her pussy with the feathers, while her hips quivered with prurient delight.
Barbie's throat was suddenly dry as she felt little tingles shooting through her own virgin pussy. She gulped at her drink, but she had finished it, there was no more of the refreshing liquid. Unsteadily, she put the glass down. The oriental music ground on and Angelina's big soft hips ground with it while the men in the room shifted about uncomfortably.
This is terrible, Barbie thought, if I'm being aroused by watching this filthy, perverted demonstration, what must it be doing to these men? As soon as she finishes, I must leave! But God, there's only one thing left for her to take off.
CHAPTER FOUR
Barbie clamped her own thighs together desperately, to still the throbbing of her own traitorously aroused pussy. Her panties felt uncomfortably damp where they pressed between her legs ... she was so dizzy ... why didn't Angelina finish the horrid dance and quit tantalizing these men with her provocative, sexy tricks?
Ted Cosgrove's arm slid gently around Barbie's waist and he squeezed her protectively.
"How do you like it?" he whispered in her ear.
She glared angrily at him. "I think it's sickening," she muttered hoarsely. "How could a woman degrade herself that way?"
"Hush," he scolded. "Watch-here comes the best part!"
The panties were ripped away, to a chorus of whistles and catcalls and Angelina paused, completely naked, and slowly turned around for her audience. Now her dance became acrobatic ... she did a split.
Angelina winked at Cary, and planted herself directly in front of the couch were Barbie sat. She went into a backbend, legs braced wide and bent at the knees. Barbie stared in horror and disbelief as the woman's pelvis slowly tilted and the hair-fringed pussy between her straining thighs was thrust up at them, seemingly only inches away from her startled eyes. She could see everything! The puffy, reddish lips of the woman's cunt, fringed in the sparsely curling black hair, the wet, palpitating slit itself, and further down a tiny brownish ring ... her anus!
"Look at that cunt!" she heard someone exclaim. "Hey Angelina, turn around ... let's see what you got!" While Barbie's head reeled with shock, Angelina did turn around. Her arms were now touching the floor behind her head ... the backbend was complete, and she slowly rotated in this crab-like position until every male present had been treated to the lewd, unbelievably obscene sight of her gaping pussy!
This was too much. Stomach churning Barbie staggered to her feet.
"I don't feel well," she said unsteadily to Ted, "I want to go home!"
"What is it? Here," he was instantly sympathetic. "I can't let you go home if you're sick. Come on upstairs and lie down for a few minutes."
"No, please, take me home."
But he was holding her tightly, guiding her toward the steep open staircase that led to the balcony bedroom. Unable to stop him, Barbie let herself be half-pushed, half-carried up the staircase. He lowered her onto an enormous bed and sat down next to her.
"Here ... no wonder you're dizzy, it was getting damn stuffy," he pulled the zipper of her dress open to about halfway down her back and eased the dress forward gently in front. Barbie sank back gratefully among the pillows. Oooh, it was such a comfortable bed ... already she was feeling better, though still very confused.
"I had too much to drink," she admitted fuzzily. She did not see his smile. He leaned over and kissed her, his lips completely encircling her soft, helpless mouth. Something insane happened within her body when he touched her. Her mouth opened to his driving tongue and she relaxed completely in his arms. His big hands went to her warm, soft tits and her nipples instantly became tense and erect as tingles of prurient excitement shot through her reclining body.
"Oooh," she moaned, as he caressed her swelling breasts expertly. "Oooooh, Ted, please ... I shouldn't let you do that to me!"
"But you can't help yourself, can you, honey?" he gloated, as his fingers continued to run over her exploringly, "and now I'm going to tell you why. It's the Pernod, Barbie, it's an aphrodisiac, it turns you on, makes you crazy for loving and that's what you're going to get, all the loving you can hold, and then some. This is going to be a night you'll remember for the rest of your life!" He leaned over her his mouth sucking and kissing at her beautiful dazed face.
She did not understand at first what he was talking about, she only was alive all over with little hot flames, wherever he touched her his hands and his tongue left her quivering with stark sensual craving. Aphrodisiac? The milky liquid? No, it couldn't be true! And yet, why couldn't she get a hold of herself, this man caressing her was the same lecherous Ted Cosgrove whom she'd rejected only a few days ago, then why was she now enjoying his touch, wanting more of it? What was wrong with her? Her body was out of control!
Barbie twisted and squirmed her frightened ass-cheeks into the bed's softness and whined deep in her throat as the heretofore unknown depraved desires swept through her tormented body. She lay helpless as his middle finger played with the sensitive open slit of her moist wanting pussy, gently pushing and probing into it and stroking her silky blonde pubic hair. Occasionally he made an intense, galvanizing contact with her tiny aroused clitoris and she could feel the sticky warm wetness seeping from her and soaking her panties as her excitement mounted. Oh ... this was awful ... forbidden! And soon it would be too late if she could not stop him from doing these un mentionable lewd things to her-this fear penetrated her numbed mind, and she suddenly made a futile push at his chest.
"Get off me! Let me up!" she cried angrily, catching him by surprise, "You can't do this to me...."
"Can't I?" he taunted her, shoving his leg between her thighs so that she was prevented from closing them against his fingers that were still teasing her moist, sensitive virginal pussy.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Ted Cosgrove hissed down at her as she lay stretched out beneath him. His hand went to her skirt, slithered up her warm inner thigh until it reached the very peak. He brushed his fingers very deliberately against the soft white nylon that encased her sweet delicate young pussy.
Barbie whimpered and tossed her body with each new electric touch against her moist, now-burning pussy as her brain still fought desperately to overcome the physical enjoyment that was slowly but surely taking over her untried body. Oh, God, she must stop him somehow ... she could now allow this brute to degrade her this way!
"No ... no, Ted, you mustn't do that ... I don't want it!" she moaned as she felt his fingers slip under the tight elastic waist band of her panties. But even as she begged him to stop touching her this way her legs opened wider to give him greater access and her arms were clutching him tightly, pulling his face down to hers.
Then, it happened! She felt his finger poking into the furrows of her naked cunt and the poor girl began to writhe and squirm beneath the lewdly probing finger. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders convulsively with horror, she felt him now parting her soft, sparse pussy hair. "Oh, God...." she whimpered aloud as spasms of desire coursed through her writhing loins and belly as Ted Cosgrove's middle finger slid ever deeper between her wet, throbbing virginal pussy lips.
"Baby, you might as well get those snotty notions out of your head-you're pussy's gonna get fucked tonight, if I have to rape you to do it. I made up my mind the other night, when you tried to act so high and mighty, that you were due for a good lesson."
He was going to fuck her, to put his huge cock into her virginal pussy ... why, oh why had she dropped her guard and entered his house?
"Help me, someone please!" she called out loudly. "Cary, I need you!"
Ted laughed aloud at her pitiful attempt to summon aid.
"Save your breath, they've all gone out to the pool. I shooed 'em out so you and I could be alone, I thought you'd like it better that way. Go ahead and scream your head off, but if they hear anything I don't think they'll bother to investigate ... You see, I told them you were a stuck-up bitch who was going to get what's coming to her tonight."
"You beast," she whispered hoarsely, "you animal." My God, she was trapped here with him, and absolutely at his mercy. He could do whatever he wished to her. And as hot tears of humiliation rolled down her cheeks, she discovered with revulsion that her treacherous body was still reacting with unwanted cravings as he continued to stroke and play with her warm half-open pussy. Her lower body seemed to have a will of its own, rolling lewdly on the mattress in a lewd ecstatic rhythm with his probings into the steaming, aroused split between her legs.
"Oh, that's nice, honey," he grinned evilly down at her, "now you're really beginning to enjoy it. Is that tight little cunt of yours feeling nice and hot, and ready to take my cock?"
Barbie's lips opened, but no words came out. She was twisting and writhing sensuously as his finger returned again and again to massage her hotly throbbing little clitoris.
"Ooohh," she moaned, as he took the incredibly sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger.
Ted Cosgrove wanted to be sure that he had her good and ready for fucking. He wanted her so hot for it that she would beg him for his cock, and he confidently expected to hear her do just that. As he massaged her untried tight cunt, he kissed her again, wetly, letting his tongue go deep into her soft, unresisting mouth. A convulsive surge of delight rippled through her loins and belly.
"Let's get you naked now, honey," he muttered, "come on, help me."
She refused to help him consciously, but did not struggle as he raise her to a half-sitting position and finished separating the zipper at the back of her dress. As the dress came off she fell back limply. She had remained out in the sun a bit too long that morning and her skin was still pink and faintly hot, so that the cool mountain air felt immeasurably good as it streamed over her bare flesh, further exciting her. She closed her eyes as he next removed her brassiere, and heard him draw in his breath sharply. Suddenly he seized her hugely heaving tits with both hands, clutching at them hungrily, squeezing and rolling the tingling swollen flesh between his fingers. Her nipples were hard and erect and he tweaked them painfully to even greater hardness. Then, she felt something warm and wet touch her right tit, her eyes flew open to see his dark head at her breast, his mouth encasing her nipple as he sucked on it.
"Oh, God ... please," she gasped, unable to fight off any longer the maddeningly pleasurable feelings that seemed to shoot from her tit to envelop her entire body. He moved his head leisurely to the left nipple, tonguing it in the same exciting manner until Barbie thought she'd go out of her mind. At last he moved down, touching her navel briefly with his tongue as he slithered over the gentle curve of her belly ... his hands left her aroused tits and slid down to the elastic band of her nylon panties that were all she had left for protection. Firmly, he pulled at the wisp of material, tugging it over her ass-cheeks while she groaned inwardly with shame ... he's going to ruin me ... what man will want me after he's finished?
Ted Cosgrove got up and began to undress himself rapidly. She clenched her eyes tight shut to hide the sight ... she could hear his clothes fall to the floor, one by one ... Oh, Jerry why did you go away and leave me to this raping beast?
The bed sunk suddenly under his weight and she reluctantly opened her eyes to see him kneeling up between her widespread legs, completely naked. She stared, her mouth suddenly gone dry, at his hair-covered torso. Her breath was forced from her lips in quick gasps as her glance fell lower ... and then her deep blue eyes widened in frightened disbelief as she saw the great thick cock that was standing out rigidly from his slim, hard belly. He smiled at the stunned expression on her suddenly pale face and his hand went down to proudly stroke his turgid, blood-engorged organ.
"Bigger than your boyfriend's?" he tormented her, "Well, how do you like it?"
The sight of the long lewd thing had an indescribably abhorrent effect on her. She felt ill, but could do nothing but gape at the massive size and thickness of it. It would never go up inside her, she knew that ... he would kill her if he tried to force it into her, rip her apart!
"You want it, eh?" he mistook her transfixed horrified stare for admiration at the unusual dimensions of his throbbing cock. He continued to handle his huge lust-stiffened cock as he remained poised over her nakedly spread-eagled body. Oh, he was going to enjoy this one! "Maybe you'd like to play around with it a while," he suggested, "or are you in a hurry to get it up inside that snooty little white belly of yours and see how it feels?"
Barbie turned her head away with a muffled, despairing cry. She had thought of making a last desperate appeal to him, pleading her virginity, but as she observed his salacious delight at her shamed and degraded position she sensed that it would do no good and might even incite him to further brutality ... nothing would deter him from raping her, not now! She would not dare reveal that she had never fucked a man before ... no, she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was the first! Half-drunk as he was, and mad with lust, perhaps he would not notice her virginity, she hoped not, it was the last bit of pride she had left.
God, what a desperate, helpless position he had her in! She had fatally misjudged her ability to handle him, and now she must pay for that unforgivable error, pay with the dearest possession she had, her virginity! It seemed so unfair! Tears welled slowly from her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she tensed her untried body for the nightmare that was soon to come.
Abruptly he lowered himself onto her, the throbbing hardness of his cock stabbing into her smooth white belly cruelly while his hands again seized her full aching tits so roughly that she moaned in pain until he shut off her cries with his mouth on hers.
"You think you're so special," he grunted, "too good for the likes of me! But you're going to want my cock so bad before I get through with you that you'll beg me to ram it into you, wait and see. I give you ten minutes. You see, I think you're going to be a very hot little fuck, once I thaw you out of that icy shell of yours!"
She refused to answer his lewd boasts, but she promised herself through clenched teeth that he would never have the satisfaction of hearing her beg him for anything. Now he was moving downward, sliding smoothly over her naked belly, his warm flesh rubbing hers until his head was level with her loins, directly over the dark mysterious "vee" of her virgin pussy.
"Wh-What are you going to do?" she whispered, terrified, as she dimly sensed that something unnatural and perverted was going to happen to her, she was not going to be spared any indignity. Forgetting her determination not to beg, she wailed, "Oh, no, please ... not that! You wouldn't do. that to me!" Instead of answering, he placed his hands on the inner sides of her firm thighs, pressing them apart to open her pinkly glistening pussy flesh completely to his lust-glazed eyes! She fought desperately to bring her legs together again, but his strength easily prevented her. Barbie lifted her head up from the pillows and looked down over the trembling erect mounds of her swollen tits to see his dark head between her thighs, as he gazed hungrily down at her tight moist pink cuntal slit. As she watched, frozen with horror he slowly and deliberately drew aside the fleshy lips with their soft golden fringe of hair and bared the soft inner shell-like flesh and the tiny cunt-opening which even now oozed a drop of creamy liquid, betraying the young girl's repressed excitement and arousal.
Barbie could actually feel his warm breath stir the curls of her pussy hair, and she moaned in ever-increasing shame. This degradation simply couldn't be happening to her ... it was all some evil dream ... please God, if only she would wake and find out that it was a dream. She winced as she watched his face move higher and higher up between her forced-apart thighs. Her body jerked in involuntary recoil as she felt the first electrifying contact of his hot wet tongue as it pushed into her quivering pussy. Desperately, the horrified girl shoved her frightened ass-cheeks downward in a vain effort to escape the outrageous assault on her defenseless cunt. She whimpered piteously as her hips turned from side to side in reflex against this perversion he was committing upon her. As his tongue burrowed deeper and deeper into the velvety depths of her nakedly exposed cunt she felt weak and sick.
"Don't, oh, don't!" she begged him, addressing her pleas to the unhearing dark curly head that bobbed between her thighs in stark contrast to the delicate pink and white flesh of her virginal body. She didn't want him there, she hated him, yet as his bold strong tongue raced up into her, her cunt dilated automatically to admit the lewd invader.
"Ooooh, my God, stop it!" she cried loudly, while at the same time the innocent girl had to recognize the undeniable fact that little spasms of pure carnal delight were coursing through her loins in the wake of his thrusting tongue. She could never accept the shame of his perverted act, but it caused her to feel unwanted but acute pleasure. Then, as his mouth and tongue kept up their unceasing sucking and thrusting assaults on her wetly palpitating cuntal slit, his hands moved caressingly over the soft trembling curve of her belly and back to the pulsating hard-nippled breasts.
He cupped and folded them roughly while his mouth made obscene smacking noises down between her legs. She saw that he was watching her, studying her tormented features for the first sign of her subjugation to his demoralizing attack. He wanted not only her body, but her soul and spirit as well, to fall before his onslaught ... his plundering conquest of her female sanctuary!
As she understood this, her resolve strengthened momentarily, but all her resistance was doomed to failure. In her position of absolute debasement she could do nothing but submit to his unholy demands on her flesh and try to hold her alcohol-dazed mind apart from what was being done to her body. She must fight every second to avoid sinking into the liquid pool of sheer delight that was threatening to drown her in blissful sensations she had never before experienced, or even dreamed existed. As he continued to lick, animal-like, at her wet-hair-fringed virginity between her widespread thighs, the maddening tingles of desire raced ever faster through every nerve of her degraded body.
Ted Cosgrove sensed the struggle that was going on deep within that proud blond-haired temple of purity and he felt a surge of elation, for this was no ordinary cheap, easy lay who was under him tonight, but a high-spirited thing of beauty whom any man would be only too happy to conquer. Damn, but she was a gorgeous thing! He flicked his eyes upward again to look at her beautiful contorted face, without ceasing his immoral tonguing of her small, tight pussy. He gloated over the tears that were still forming in the deep blue eyes of his pretty victim and rolling silently down her cheeks.
Cry now, he thought to himself, and fight while you can ... because when you break, you won't shed any more tears ... you'll go all the way!
His lewdly probing tongue sought the tiny rigid button of her clitoris and settled over it. He held the sensitive little organ lightly between his teeth and rubbed it with the tip of his tongue, back and forth. He heard her amazed, shocked gasp of pleasure and kept up his assault on the erect, pulsing little button until at last, deciding she had had enough, he turned his attention again to the passion-soaked opening of her hot pussy slit.
Barbie knew now that she would soon be past the point of controlling herself at all. The erotic enjoyment she was deriving from his darting, lizard-like tongue was beyond anything she had ever imagined. He was gradually and surely enrapturing and enslaving her. Her head was jerking from side to side in rhythm with his oral fucking of her now thoroughly dilated cunt. As his tongue swirled and dived into the smooth, slippery insides of her passionately aroused pussy, she could dimly hear the sounds that she herself was making ... little mewls and whimpers of undisguisable joy. Her fingers moved uncontrollably toward his bobbing head and fastened themselves in his hair as she tried to pull his tongue further and further up into the seething pool of her aroused pussy.
Ted Cosgrove chuckled inwardly as he heard her passionate whines and cries grow louder and more involuntary. He knew he had her now-all of her, his to tease and subjugate, to fuck however he wanted to do it! In the long run, he mused, they all went down, a little Pernod to loosen them up and make them hot, and a good horny man to complete the process.
Barbie dimly knew that the little control over herself she still possessed was going like water down a drain. Now her ass-cheeks jerked convulsively beneath his cruelly stabbing tongue that was sending erotic daggers of lust through her once-cold body. Suddenly, he withdrew from her warmly fucking pussy and sent his swirling tongue downward, toward the secret little hole of her anus. Oh, God, she felt like screaming but when he actually touched her there she groaned instead with pleasure at the incredible sensation of the wet, rough tongue rubbing against the forbidden nether opening.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, no ... you mustn't ... not there ... please, not there...." she moaned in ecstasy and frantically tried to screw her tortured rectum back onto the protecting firmness of his darting tongue.
He listened jubilantly to the sounds she made as he continued to push against the tight rubbery entrance, knowing that he was driving her to ever-greater heights of prurient desire.
"Oh, God ... please!" aware of her utter debasement and the helpless position she occupied, Barbie nevertheless could not stop the frantic twisting and writhing of her ass-cheeks as the assault went on. But as he sucked and licked maddeningly at her wet open loins, and she went into further spasms of delight under him, she had to accept more and more the fact that she was losing-had lost-the battle. He was giving to her love-starved body the most intense and utter rapture she had ever known. Her only desire now was not to fight off the sensations, but to increase their intensity. To fulfill herself as a woman and know the ultimate joys that were rising in her loins.
"Ooooooh ... oooh, God...." she wailed, "I can't help myself ... love me ... yes, I want it ... please love me!" she entreated him, her shameless form continuing to jerk and spasm beneath his long powerful tongue. She thrust her hips upward at him, submitting her streaming loins as a sacrifice to her ravisher. She seized his head again and tried to pull it deeper into the throbbing, wide-open slit of her virginal cunt ... all moral sense, all shame and pride obliterated from her liquor-hazed mind as if they had never existed. The search for lewd pleasure had taken over mind and body to the destruction of all other impulses ... she was enchanted with the new feelings awakened within her that were steadily crying out for release.
"Ha, now you want it, do you ... you're ready?" Cosgrove grunted, raising himself suddenly over her naked prostrate form, reveling in his mastery over the stripped and helpless girl. As she stared up into his leering face, faint traces of reality crept back into Barbie's mind.
"Well, I'm ready too ... ready to stuff that sweet little hot cunt full with this cock of mine, and I guarantee you're never going to forget this fucking!"
She lay paralyzed, thighs raised and splayed out obscenely ... tits heaving and swollen with desire while her trembling white belly cringed in fear as her eyes locked on the great heavy cock springing out from her neighbor's hairy loins. Below it his bulging cum-filled balls swung obscenely in their soft pouch.
"No! I can't take it ... no one has ever ... no one...." she broke off the futile plea as he levered himself up over her on his powerful arms.
"I'm going to fuck you silly ... you stuck-up little bitch," he promised.
The filthy words battered at her dulled brain, their very lewdness further exciting the innocent young stewardess.
"You put it in," he commanded abruptly. "Take it in your hand and stick it right up to that smart-ass little cunt of yours," his eyes gleamed sadistically.
"Oh ... oh ... I couldn't ... don't make me," she groaned in fear and shame, quivering all over like a leaf. But even as she protested that she could not do it, her hand reached out hesitantly as if it had a will of its own and almost touched the huge cock before she stopped and began to shake her head wildly.
"Well, go on," he snarled. "What are you waiting for?"
She somehow forced herself to slide her hand around the thickly throbbing cock and a look of terror swept over her contorted features as she felt its rock-hard rigidity and realized that it was even larger than she had first thought. "Oh, my God!" she whispered. "It's too bit ... it will never ... no, no, please!"
In reply to her pleading, Ted began to lower his hips inevitably toward her fearfully cringing virgin pussy. The frightened girl pushed her legs as far apart as she could and reluctantly inched his hugely throbbing cock toward her tiny opening. When the smooth rubbery cock head made its first contact with her damp pussy flesh, she shivered and paused for a moment. Erotic little sensations of excitement rippled over her loins as the huge bulbous tip rubbed against the sensitive pussy lips ... she spread the full lips apart with the velvety male hardness ... trembling with both terror and anticipation of what was to come. Then, the forward motion stopped as his rigid fleshy member encountered the tightly elastic opening of her pussy. He shoved his pelvis forward, causing an instant sharp pain from the pressure.
"Aaaaggghhhh," she moaned. He pushed forward again and something seemed to tear apart within her.
"Oooh, God!" she screamed as the huge tip brutally forced its way through the virginal resistant mouth of her cunt, stretching her until she was certain she would be ripped in half.
"It hurts!" she screamed again, "Stop, please ... my God, don't ... no more, I can't take it! It's too big...." her face contorted in agony as her wailing cries continued, but failed to have the slightest effect on him as he plunged his huge, lust-engorged member further up into the tight virginal channel of her cunt. Why, she realized dimly as she turned her pleading face to him, he was enjoying her pain and torment! Slowly, deliberately, he continued to grind the monstrous cock into his helpless victim's virginal pussy. He grimaced in maniacal passion at the incredible sight of her defenseless body straining to absorb his big cock into the tiny cringing hole of her pussy.
"Christ!" he marveled, "What a tight little pussy you've got! You better get yourself a man who can keep it stretched for you...." Grinning lewdly, he thrust forward savagely, plunging the long pole-hard cock far up into her vainly resisting passage.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" Barbie screamed in agony as the firm, rubbery cock head rammed into her, brutally pushing aside the tiny inner folds of pussy flesh to sink deep into her quivering belly. Triumphantly, Ted Cosgrove felt the sensitive tip of his cock strike her cervix and continue on its rampaging path into her tender belly, stopping only when his sperm-swollen balls rested against the quaking upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
"Oh, God ... oh, God," she whimpered and prayed for release from the pain that was everywhere inside her. She did not dare to move so much as an inch for fear something would break inside her, she was filled, stuffed with his enormous cock that was tightly pressing against the taut-stretched virginal walls of her fearfully cringing cunt.
Ted Cosgrove lay quietly on top of her for a moment, savoring his triumph, then he flicked his hips forward, sending his heavy throbbing rod a half-inch deeper into her vaginal sheath.
"Auuuuggghhhh!" Barbie groaned helplessly as he inched forward again and then again, each thrust bringing humiliated sobs from deep in her throat. But finally, as her passage gradually expanded to the abnormal size of his cruelly invading cock, her cries subsided and he now began a slow rocking motion of his pelvis, ramming his cock firmly into her naked young cunt, widening still further the resistant passageway until she began to make little mewling noises of acceptance of his presence within her. As she thought of what would happen if she surrendered and gave herself over completely to the hot tongues of lust that snaked over her loins, chills of excitement swept over the naked girl.
Ted was now stroking her slowly and evenly, very gradually increasing the length and speed of his thrusts, and as the pace quickened, Barbie felt her whole body begin to respond and she wriggled and twisted in rapture as he fucked continuously into her wetly vibrating pussy. He placed his mouth upon hers and she instantly pushed her tongue between his warm lips for him to suck. At the same time she thrust her hips upward, to tilt the plant of her cunt so that he could penetrate deeper and deeper into her warmly accepting belly. Sweat beaded on her forehead and her beautiful features twisted with animal lust as she gave her body up to her ravisher to do with as he pleased. She wanted everything!
What a fantastic cunt she had, Cosgrove gloated, he bet she'd never had a cock shoved so far inside her, in fact, he bet she'd had little if any experience at fucking, judging from the tightness of her opening when he'd rammed into her. So much the better, let her learn! She caught on fast; now she was grinding that gorgeous golden-haired pussy up against him, her ass bucking like crazy-Jesus, his prick felt like it was going to burst, she would drive a guy out of his fucking mind with her contortions! He seized the twin half-moons of her lewdly churning ass-cheeks, fingers digging into the soft warm flesh, and jerked her even tighter up against him. She moaned with pleasure as his thighs spread even wider and pulled the wet hole of her cunt apart to receive even more of his hard-driving cock.
Barbie felt no pain at all now, nothing but ecstasy as her passion-ridden body jerked rhythmically under him, her long white legs flung out obscenely on either side of the lewdly pinioning cock that gleamed wetly as he pulled it out of her clasping pink pussy-hole and thrust it again with ever-increasing fervor. Her tongue had gone wild in his mouth, orally fucking him in return for the delightful sensations he was instigating in her down between her legs. God, this was heavenly, never in her life had she believed it could feel so good to lie under a man and be fucked. The joy was mind-shattering, especially when she shoved her tingling cunt tight up against him!
Ted was riding her with maniacal force, pulling his lust-crazed cock nearly out of her wet, clinging sheath on each backstroke before ramming into her again until his balls slapped against her puckered anus. He must cum soon now, he knew, he couldn't take much more of this jack-hammering pace without exploding inside her. God, his balls were full to bursting with cum! Her hands were digging into his buttocks, scratching the lean, muscled cheeks in her uncontrollable excitement.
"Harder! Oh, God ... more! More, darling!" she cried, screwing her ass upwards in a frenzied effort to pull even more of his hard, rigid cock up inside her. Yes, she was close, very close to her climax!
He took her knees and raising them, shoved them backward hard until she was nearly bent in half, the plane of her crotch now completely open to his plundering cock. Jesus Christ, how much more could she take? It must be coming up in her throat now!
"Oh ... oh ... oh!" she cried under him, his face distorted with sensuality as she frantically sought to match his thrusts with her own convulsive thrashing. Then, it happened! She jerked puppet-like and her legs shot straight out, her long hair lashed at his sweating features as her head began to flail from side to side on the pillows and a high whine of excitement burst from her tensely corded throat.
"Oh, God, I feel ... I feel ... don't stop! I'm cumming! ... yes, now, nowwww!"
Furiously, Cosgrove plunged his lust-swollen cock deep into her round little belly. As his balls slapped against her unprotected ass-hole, he felt the sticky semen gathering in them for the impending cataclysm. He pulled the cheeks of her rounded ass hard up against his pelvis and spread them wide apart as. he felt his cum rise in his tormented cock and come spewing out deep inside her warmly dilated womb.
Barbie felt the broad tip touch her deep inside and then a lewd spurting warm wetness seared her inner walls like molten lava. Her throbbing cunt widened to receive the hot torrent and her own secretions came spilling out to mingle with his obscene male cum and flood the warm, secret cavern of her pussy. Oh, it was perfect, the most perfect thing that had ever happened to her, it was indescribable, magnificent, she could never get enough of it, never, please, God, let it go on and on. It felt so good!
Her cunt tightened around his jerking cock as if to milk him of the last hot sticky drop of semen. Oooh, she was blissfully flooded with it, it was overflowing and still it dribbled from the tip, the last joyous drops ....
Their twin orgasms seemed endless, unbelievably erotic, as the hot cum sloshed inside her and bathed his slippery wet cock as it at last began to deflate and go flaccid within her forever-stretched pussy.
Barbie's heart pounded wildly under her heaving breasts. So, it had happened to her! She had lost her prized virginity, she had been fucked, thoroughly, completely fucked! And she had loved every minute of it!
As she lay, spent and satiated on the bed with Ted Cosgrove gently panting beside her, one hairy leg still flung over hers, Barbie did not think she could ever rise from this spot of her degradation and downfall. How had this happened to her ? Was it purposely given to her, or was she herself in some way to blame for the raging passions she had not been able to master? Her abused body still glowed with the euphoria of her climax. Timidly, she reached down to explore her tits with her fingers ... they were tender to her touch. She let her hand glide downward over her belly, spreading her aching thighs slightly apart. Breathing deeply, she probed the tender bruised lips of her once virginal pussy which still oozed drops of his sticky white semen. A jolting thought struck her, what if he had made her pregnant? She groaned inwardly with the overwhelming horror and humiliation of her position. God, she must get home and clean herself up! As she eased her body from under the dead weight of his muscular leg, Ted Cosgrove rolled over lazily and grinned cockily at her. She glared at him, too angry to speak, and turned away to reach for her scattered clothing.
"Why the hurry?" He asked contentedly. "We've got all night to play around, honey. The party's just getting started."
"The party is over ," she gritted from between clenched teeth.
"What's wrong? You sore at me, after that good time I just gave you?" he shook his head in disbelief.
"What you did was despicable," she answered levelly. The fact that she had ended up enjoying it was immaterial. He must know as well as she did that the experience had been intensely satisfying, but she could not forgive him for tricking her and taking her unwillingly. He was quite wrong if he thought this was the beginning of some sort of relationship as he enjoyed with sluts like Rita, or that vulgar Angelina who had performed the striptease? But Barbie was not to escape so easily. Even as she thought of Angelina's lewd dance which had created the immoral atmosphere and inflamed Ted's senses, there were pounding footsteps below them and shouts of raucous laughter as the group came pouring back into the living room. The woman's coarse voice boomed out above the others. "Hey, Ted, you guys finished your business up there? It's too damned cold to go swimming, we came back to get warmed up."
"Yeah, yeah, fix yourselves something to drink. We'll join you in a second," he winked at Barbie as he pulled his slacks on over his bare bottom, tucking the now-limp and shrunken cock inside as he pulled the zipper up. Her lovely face flushed with shame as she realized she must now face the group, and that all of them knew what had happened here in the bedroom, they knew that she had just been fucked! Dear God, she couldn't endure their licentious stares and rude comments on her disgrace! But she wanted desperately to go home, and so she steeled herself, adjusting her clothing and followed Ted down the steep staircase. They were all gathered below with drinks, gawking up at her and of course able to look right up under her short skirt as she descended.
"You're looking great, doll," the one called Gary said familiarly, draping his arm around her shoulder, "I hope old Ted threw a good one into you?"
It was too much. This beast whom she barely knew, lolling over her and speaking to her as though she were some paid whore off the streets, and to think she had tried to summon him to help her resist Ted's advances! Barbie's ragged nerves exploded. She knocked the glass from Cary's hand and gave him a stinging slap.
"Who do you think you are?" she hissed. "Won't any of you think it's so funny when I have him arrested for raping me!"
There was a moment of stunned silence in the room. Cary looked dumbfounded at the shattered glass on the floor and slowly wiped the drops of whiskey off his face. Then he looked around at his five friends, and the oriental Angelina, and smiled slowly.
"Rape?" he said, running his tongue around his lips to get the last of the whiskey. "Come off it, Barbie. We all saw how you begged Ted for it. I was sitting right next to you, wasn't I?"
"W-What? What are you talking about? He got me drunk!" she cried. "I wasn't feeling well ... and then he ... he...." she stopped and looked at the circle of faces. There was no sympathy for her predicament on any of them, nothing but cold calculation and disdain. This couldn't be happening, she thought desperately, it was a further nightmare.
"You know what, Cary, I think this girl didn't get enough cock and that's why she's sore at me. I sure gave her everything I had, but she's a mighty hot little bitch in the sack ... maybe you could help her out?"
The color was draining rapidly from Barbie's flushed cheeks. She looked fearfully at Cary, who was looking back at her with greedy, lustful eyes. Oh, God, what was happening here? Were these men completely devoid of all moral sense, all compassion?
Cary drained the last of his drink. He put the glass down and rubbed his hands together. "Always ready to do a lady a favor," he winked lewdly and the others laughed, "I reckon you'll just have to have me arrested along with old Ted, because I sure am gonna get my cock in your pussy just like he did!"
Her senses reeled at the enormity of his gross announcement that he, too, intended to fuck her. She thought of running, screaming, perhaps falling on her knees and begging them to stop this cruel game they were playing with her. She bitterly regretted now that she had lost her temper with Cary. In a moment she was to regret it even more!
"Don't forget about the rest of us," one of the other men said, grinning with evil satisfaction. "God damn, Ted called it right from the beginning. She's a stuck-up cunt who needs to be taught a good lesson! Come on, you guys, let's get the cunt's clothes off and see what she's got that she thinks is so special!"
Waves of dizziness washed over Barbie's quivering form as the six men began to remove the clothing she had hastily donned only a few minutes before. She thought for a second she would faint-indeed, she would have welcomed such merciful oblivion-but it was not to be. As her panties were pulled down over her rounded, quaking ass-cheeks she turned her fear-stricken face desperately toward Angelina.
The oriental woman was sprawled on a couch watching with cynical amusement as they stripped Barbie, Angelina herself was wrapped only in a big fluffy beach towel. Yet as another female, the helpless girl thought she must understand Barbie's agony and rescue her from the vicious, drunken crew of brutes.
"Angelina," she sobbed pathetically, tears streaming down her cheeks as the last garments were ripped from her and she was forced to stand there naked in the center of the room, "for God's sake, run ... get help ... don't let them do this!
I'm a good girl, Angelina, I-I was a virgin !"
The older woman's emotions were mixed. It was impossible not to feel a shred of sympathy for the kid, the way she was shaking and crying as they foldled her bare ass and pinched her tits. But it was also impossible for Angelina to understand what Barbie was making all the fuss about. Angelina had had a slug of Pernod herself (not that she needed anything to turn her on, for Christ's sake) and for the past half-hour, she had been in a soporific state of sexual arousal, that warm-between-the-legs feeling that preceded the act, the tingle all over your body that make you feel so damn good. Pretty soon she would get laid, which was all in a nights work for Angelina, but a pleasure too. She also was of the opinion that the haughty blonde deserved a lesson in manners. Oh you bet she'd seen the contemptuous look on Barbie's face when she had seen Angelina at the party, and the expression of faint disgust when she danced. These men, now, knew an artist when they saw one, what did this little bitch know?
She took excellent care of her once-fabulous body and it was still good, yet her petulant features were warped with jealousy as she surveyed the statuesque young blonde -haired girl, tits like melons, and just as ripe, a waist a guy could put his hands around, and ass-cheeks like two white harvest moons, the supercharged atmosphere of the room was getting to Angelina, she could hardly wait to see Barbie get it, get the hell fucked out of her!
"Who do you think you're kidding?" she taunted the paralyzed young girl, "Serves you right if you get screwed silly!" and, wriggling lasciviously, she sat forward on the couch to watch, lips parted expectantly.
"Lay her down," Cary directed, and Barbie felt herself lifted and lowered to the floor where she was stretched out on a soft shag rug, her long hair streaming out around her white shoulders. Her breasts heaved tremulously as she felt the alien hands running over them, pinching at her nipples until they pointed straight up to the ceiling like twin red darts. Her horrified expression gradually changed to one of helpless resignation. There was absolutely nothing she could do now but submit to their sadistic attack ... having been through it once, she at least knew what to expect, she supposed she should be thankful for that small blessing. Her resistance broken, she closed her eyes as she felt her thighs being remorselessly pulled apart to expose her already ravished cunt, to the lewd gaze of everyone in the room.
CHAPTER SIX
As Angelina crouched there above Barbie's lewdly spread form, her own excitement mounted rapidly at the sight of the hands of Luke and Cary beginning to lewdly and seductively fondle the young girl's pale skin.
"Spread your legs out," Cary ordered, his eye glinting cruelly. Obediently, the helpless young stewardess opened her thighs a few more inches.
"Wider," Cary instructed. "I want to see that little pussy."
"I can't," she whimpered, "please ... no...."
Cary then simply took her knees and forced them roughly apart. She groaned as her already taut thigh muscles were stretched almost beyond endurance and the full plane of her pussy was exposed to their leering gaze. The soft puffy flesh of her cuntal slit was still an angry red from the bruising assault of Ted Crosgrove just a few minutes before.
"Just wait til I sink my cock in that," Cary winked. "That little bitty pussy hole is gonna be stretched about two inches."
God, Bangelina thought, how it was turning her on to watch them humiliate Barbie in this lewd manner. If the girl was as innocent as she claimed, she must be really ashamed, she certainly had never been more naked or exposed than she was right now! She was crying again as she lay between the two men, forced to endure their vile remarks and crude caresses without any hope of resisting against what was being done to her.
Now Cary was thrusting his middle finger right up into Barbie's tightly clenched pussy spreading aside the curling blonde hairs that were still moist and sticky from the secretions of her earlier encounter. As he felt the sensitive flesh contract under his touch, Cary grinned and pushed the stiff finger through the elastic circle that guarded her pussy flesh.
Another one of the men, Doug, sat down beside Angelina and slipped his hand up under her sarong-wrapped beach towel, running it along her inner thigh. The Asian girl hummed softly with carnal excitement, her belly was vibrating hotly as she stared at the licentious scene on the rug. She was dimly aware of Doug's hands sliding around the globes of her ass-cheeks and gently fingering the deep cleft between them. She gasped as he lifted the towel away from her hot loins and she felt the air strike her naked ass-cheeks. She rocked sensuously back and forth on the edge of the couch, catching the corded edge of the cushion in the slit between her legs, while she heard Doug's zipper open, and the rustle of his clothing.
"Hurry up," she whispered, her eyes fixed on Barbie's white thighs and the tempting pussy mound where Gary's middle finger played freely among the sparse soft hairs. "I'm so God damn hot I can't stand it!"
Abruptly, the rigid tip of Doug's cock touched her leg and she shivered expectantly at the velvety touch. He put his hands on her hips and hoisted her into a kneeling position on the couch so that she could continue to watch the trio on the floor while he fucked her dog-fashion. When she felt his cock jab her again, the eager Angelina reached back through her legs and grasped the swollen member. She guided it into position until the hard, throbbing cock-head was pushing aside the little ridges of flesh on each side of her moist warm cunt. He leaned forward, applying steady pressure and it popped through the opening and slid ail the way up into her churning belly in one long easy surge.
"Ooooh, that's it," she moaned delightedly, wriggling her ass, "shove it in all the way, honey!"
Doug complied, ramming his throbbing lust-aroused cock in just as far as it would go. Then, as he began to rotate it high inside her, she grunted contentedly and began pushing her ass-cheeks back against his loins in a grinding motion. Soon they had established an easy rhythm that brought ecstatic little moans from deep in Angelina's throat as she watched to see what they were doing to Barbie. Luke was biting and nuzzling animal-like at the smooth white mounds of her breasts that were erect under his roughly kneading fingers. Cary now had inserted three of his fingers up into her pussy, causing her to wince and gasp with pain as he increasingly stretched the still-tiny opening. As he rummaged expertly around inside her cunt, his fingers grew increasingly wet and slippery with her secretions.
"She's getting wet already," he remarked to Luke. "Ted was right, she is a hot little bitch."
Barbie gritted her teeth. She had become adjusted now to the pressure and the crude enlarging of her narrow pussy slit and gradually it even began to feel pleasant. Delicious little shivers of excitement radiated outward from her lewdly impaled pussy and she felt herself powerless to stop them. Meanwhile, Luke further aroused her prurient emotions by his delicious sucking of her nipples which made her breasts feel swollen and heavy and tingly all over. Cary's vulgar words only partly shocked her out of this euphoric state and she soon lapsed back into the sheer enjoyment of having her taut body played upon like an instrument by the two men at once.
"Is she hot enough to fuck?" Luke asked, raising his head from Barbie's berry-like right nipple.
"Just about any time," Cary was breathing heavily. "She's widening out, I can feel it...." he withdrew his fingers from Barbie's well-dilated pussy. m
"Man, let me in there," Luke said eagerly.
"Hey, me first, buddy. I'm the one she splashed the whiskey on!"
"Hell, what're we arguing about," Luke said practically, "we'll both take her at once ... me in the front and you in the back."
Cary grinned sadistically, "Now you're talking. I like it."
Angelina gasped as the full impact of their conversation penetrated through the red-hot haze of passion that enveloped her alcohol-drugged body as Doug's cock pummeled her from behind.
Christ, were they going to fuck and sodomize her ... both at one? Angelina had seen plenty, but never before such a degenerate, unnatural act as that, and the thought that it would take place right here in front of her raised her own lust to a peak She waggled her obscenely undulating ass-cheeks ever faster in guilty excitement and Doug sent his lust-blazoned cock shaft pistoning into her with longer, swifter strokes.
Cary and Luke began to strip in preparation for their lewd violation of the trembling, sobbing girl who only dimly understood what they planned to do. Something awful, she sensed that much, something which would humiliate her even more deeply than what had happened so far.
"Turn her over on her belly," Cary instructed Luke. Obediently, Luke took her shoulders and rolled her over until she lay face down on the soft rug. Cary stood in the wide vee of her outstretched legs. His huge, long, blue-veined cock jutted out from the patch of dark hair at his loins and Angelina blinked in horrified amazement. Christ, he would split the girl in half if he tried to put that in her rectum!
Barbie must have received a premonition from the figure which stood over her, leering down at her quivering white ass-cheeks, for she suddenly tried to scramble to her feet.
"Hold her down!" Luke yelled, removing his last article of clothing and jumping to help Cary subdue the hapless young girl. They forced her down onto the rug and Luke held her by the shoulders. She sobbed hopelessly, but offered no further resistance as Cary knelt up between her thighs and began to massage the smooth, lightly tanned flesh of her thighs with his hands. Finally he reached the interior of her thighs, moistened by the liquid which had seeped from her already aroused cunt during his earlier fondling. He took a cheek of her ass in each hand and carefully drew the quivering mounds apart to expose the tiny puckered ring of Barbie's anus.
Angelina reacted involuntarily to the naked exposure of the indecent little aperture by screwing her own throbbing cunt back on Doug's rigidly thrusting cock with a convulsive motion that made him gasp.
As she felt her ass-cheeks being drawn relentlessly apart, Barbie moaned and tried to clench them together again, but her strength was not sufficient. Inevitably, the twin cheeks parted and the obscene little ring of sensitive anal flesh was bared again, causing Cary to pull in his breath in sharp excitement. Frowning with concentration he bent over the prostrate girl and probed at her rectum with his middle finger. Barbie gave a start and a sob of pain as the unexpected intruder jabbed into the rubbery circular opening. Her ass-cheeks pulled together and she pressed her pelvis down against the unyielding surface of the rug and the floor in a useless effort to escape from the painful invasion of her ass.
Cary placed his left hand on her heaving ass-cheeks to hold her still while with his middle finger he widened her miniscule opening and then thrust forward to the first knuckle.
"Aaaaaaggghhh! Oh, God, no ... you can't!" she begged. She moaned piteously as he reamed the opening of her anus mercilessly with his finger, to prepare it for the ultimate entry of his lust-stiffened cock. With his other hand he stroked his turgid, blood-engorged cock, pulling the foreskin back to expose the large bulbous tip.
Angelina watched in carnal fascination. The monstrous thing would never fit into Barbie's tiny puckered anus, even after his stretching and enlarging motions of his finger! She looked on, transfixed, as Cary spread the defenseless girl's ass-cheeks wide apart, withdrawing his finger. He inserted the thick full length of his rigid cock into the crevice of her buttocks the hard tip resting on the tiny throbbing asshole. He leaned forward, pressing into her back and aiming the rigid pole directly into the fear-clenched orifice of her rectum.
Angelina groaned to herself as she watched the monstrous staff pop suddenly up through the tight elastic ring of flesh. The tautly-stretched anal ring seemed to enfold and encase the. dull reddish tip and Cary's mouth was slack and smiling with lust as he watched his thick blue-veined male instrument disappear into the incredibly tiny opening. He pushed his hips down hard and rammed his hard cock in her halfway to its hilt. Barbie screamed out again in pain and thrust her long white legs out ineffectually on either side of him in her struggle to escape his cruelly pinioning cock.
She bucked and twisted under him, trying to dislodge his cock shaft from her anus and to throw him off, but she succeeded only in working the lewdly skewering cock deeper into her body.
"Oh ... oh ... oh," she gasped, jerking spasmodically a few more times and then lying still to ease the hurt of the unnatural presence in her anus. Each movement of her body served only to further painfully stretch the tiny sheath.
"Jesus Christ, what a tight little asshole," Cary exclaimed. When she had quieted beneath him, he lunged forward again and this time his huge cudgel slid unimpeded to its entire length into the warm rubbery cavern. The erotic sensation was indescribable-he could hardly wait to start fucking her in the ass! He seized her soft hips and raise her to her knees, bending her supple body to better position her for his lewd enjoyment. He flexed his pelvis and began to stroke smoothly into her. Each time he thrust, a groan of pain and humiliation burst from deep within her quivering chest. Her heavy breasts swung under her elevated body like great round pendulums and Luke, lust-crazed by the couple's obscenely unnatural position, eagerly played with her hard little nipples as he waited impatiently to get at her.
"Hurry up and turn her over," he snapped to Cary, who nodded in a preoccupied manner. Cary encircled Barbie's smooth white belly with his arms and holding her tightly against him, he went over on his side in a rolling motion, pulling the lewdly impaled girl backwards and on top of him. His thick pulsing cock remained embedded deep in her rectum as she lay now on her back, her legs flung out obscenely over his and a continuous tortured cry issuing from her contorted lips.
"Damn, look at that," Luke muttered excitedly, "right in position." He immediately clambered over her splayed-out legs and straddled Cary's knees. Without further preliminaries he shoved her thighs still wider apart and grasped his thick, aching cock in his hands. Her wet, rosy cuntal slit lay completely open to him and he plunged his lust-engorged rod of flesh up into it and enthusiastically began to fuck her.
"Ooooooh, no," she gasped as she felt the long hard instrument slide into her naked belly, lubricated by Ted Cosgrove's cum that still pooled inside her. She sobbed from the hurt and utter shame of the perverted act they were performing on her defenseless young body as she lay sandwiched between the two men with their huge cocks rammed into her anus and her cunt. Both males labored furiously over the cringing form of the young stewardess. Luke smacked resoundingly into her velvety wet pussy while under her Luke jabbed upward into her spongy rectum with cruelly punishing strokes. Only the thinnest partition of flesh separated the two cocks that pummeled her, and soon the men had established a regular rhythm.
Angelina, was transfixed by the unbelievable sight of the beautiful blonde-haired girl being fucked and sodomized both at the same time. From her vantage point on the couch she could see everything, every inch of the long, glistening wet cocks as they slid in and out of Barbie's widespread loins. She could see the puffy lips of the girl's cock-stretched cunt as they were drawn apart each time Luke pulled out on the backstroke and then forced in again by the suction of his massive rod as it plunged downward into her soft belly. Her forever-stretched anus clasped Cary's cock with rubber elasticity as he fucked her for all he was worth.
It seemed that the fantastic scene had gone on forever, and so had the delicious fucking of Angelina's own hot, vibrating pussy as Doug repeatedly rammed into her from the rear, he too erotically aroused by the lewd sight of the haughty Barbie being ravished by two lusty males. Then, the seemingly impossible happened. The protesting whine of pain, which had been forced almost continuously from Barbie's wet lips, began to change in its tone.
At first, the difference was almost impossible to detect. Then, as the low whimpers burst from deep in her throat, there could be no mistaking the excited, passionate pleading. Barbie wanted it! The snooty little blonde-haired bitch was loving it!
Perhaps her desire sprang from some self-punishing motive, caused by the complete and subservient degradation of her position. Or it may have been that the Pernod she had consumed still inflamed her racing blood and tormented her nerve ends with prurient enjoyment. Whatever, she was obviously now beginning to enjoy being nearly fucked to death between the two men.
As the fire in her white loins mounted, her hips twitched spasmodically and then she began deliberately pushing her pelvis down to meet Cary's cock ramming into her asshole and then thrust it up so as to swallow every inch of Luke's rigidly swollen cock in her steaming pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned ecstatically, grinding her ass-cheeks wildly in synchronization with their plunges into her gaping cunt and anus. Cary and Luke bounced her between their bodies like a jerking rag doll as they increased the incredibly furious pace of their sexual assault, and the lewd trio grunted, moaned and coughed in their throes of abandonment to carnal pleasure.
"Oooooooh," Barbie cried, her voice trailing into a scream. "Aaaaaaahhhggg! Don't stop, for God's sake, don't stop!"
Angelina's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as she watched the helpless girl's once-proud and inviolate body writhing in the torments of unfulfilled desire ... the fire in her white-hot loins building toward a volcanic explosion of demented lust. An eerie stillness settled over the room, broken only by the hoarse panting of the trio who rolled on the shag rug, locked together in unnatural embrace.
"What'd I tell you?" Ted Cosgrove's awed voice broke the silence. "Look at that rutting bitch go! By God, she's got two cocks in her and she still can't get enough!"
Barbie was near, very near, to her climax and almost out of her mind with desire. "I'm cummmmmmming!" she rasped out hoarsely to her twin lovers. "Oh God, yes, it's happening again ... I'm ccuuuuummmmmmmiinnnggg!" Her body convulsed and her white legs flailed out and mingled with those of the two men in a wild tangle. It seemed to the watchers that her orgasm would never stop. "Oooooooohh," she wailed in a throbbing scream of ultimate satisfaction as her long blonde hair whipped from side to side in time with her bobbing head. Finally her sweat-streaked face lolled back and the two men sensed that she was totally theirs ... they had beaten both her body and her mind and subjugated her completely to their wills. They themselves could hold back no longer, and at almost identical seconds they jammed her frantically clasping cunt and asshole with their erupting cocks, pumping torrents of hot, creamy semen deep into both openings until her naked white belly was flooded with their lewd male sperm and it leaked from around their wet, slippery cocks and oozed slowly from Barbie's anus and pussy to puddle on the rug beneath the intertwined legs of the three. They lay in this final climactic position for a few seconds, grunting like animals, and then they slowly began to separate themselves.
Luke rolled away from the girl, his shiny, wet cock popping out of her cunt with a low lewd sucking noise. Barbie lay quietly atop Cary, his cock still penetrating her anus. Her blue eyes were half-closed and there was a glazed look on her face. Her legs were still thrust widely apart and Angelina could see the soaked and matted blonde hairs of her pussy, framing the sticky wet slit. From the asshole below, the thick stump of Cary's cock still protruded obscenely.
Angelina was now in a frenzy of sexual arousal from the sight of innocent, goody-goody Barbie turned into a sex-crazed madwoman who had actually begged the two men not to stop fucking her. Well, she'd got her fill of cock and then some, and now it was Angelina's turn.
"Come on, lover," she panted to Doug. "Mama is soooooo hot, honey. Fuck me ... fuck me harder!"
Doug was more than ready to empty his load into Angelina's throbbing little belly right now, he'd only held back to join her in watching the climax of the wild three-way affair and to see the stuck-up little bitch get it. Damn, when he finished with Angelina here, he believed he'd just have a go at that hot little Barbie himself! These erotic thoughts swept through his brain as he pounded into Angelina's seething, grinding cunt with sledgehammer strokes. His heavy, hairy cum-filled balls slapped lewdly against the plump upturned cheeks of her ass and he grabbed her waggling buttocks and held the bucking woman down as he felt the hot dash of his sperm start low down in his lust-tightened balls and come pumping up through his hard, bursting cock.
"Now!" she moaned, "I'm cumming ... now, now, now." He thrust far into the secret recesses of her womb and forced his cum into her in a steady stream that bathed her inner passage with the lewd sticky fluid. Her own secretions flooded the well-lubricated channel as she went into the throes of her galvanic orgasm and her cunt spasmed to suck hungrily at his cock shaft and milk it of the last drops of the hot cream.
Barbie opened her eyes fully at that moment and saw them in their moments of climax and her own ravished belly quivered again with excitement as her astonished eyes drank in the lewd sight ... the man hunched over Angelina's swaying ass-cheeks, locked tightly, in her crotch by the long white spear-like cock that he was now slowly pulling out of the woman's pulsing wet slit. Before her eyes the enormous cock began to deflate and shrivel until it no longer stood out straight from the man's loins but hung at an obscene angle.
A drop of semen remained in the tiny opening at the tip of Doug's cock and Barbie shivered uncontrollably as she thought that the sperm of three men now co-mingled within her belly. Oh, God, she had been deceived, all those warnings about sex, those dire things that would happen to girls who indulged in the forbidden pastime prior to marriage, why, oh why had no one told her how indescribably good it felt to have a man's cock up inside your pussy. There was nothing like it in the world, it was the ultimate in sensation, the very peak of absolute ecstasy! She had truly been taught a lesson tonight, but not exactly the lesson her teachers had had in mind.
The party went on and on into the night, with frequent changes of sexual partners, as there were only two women to satisfy the six men. As Barbie Coleman became more and more willing, even eager, to be screwed by Ted's friends, they forgot their earlier disdain of her. And the indescribably lewd proceedings were recorded on film by Ted Cosgrove, who got out his camera and made photographs of the fucking couples in every conceivable position. Barbie was dimly aware of the exploding flash bulbs but it seemed of little significance at the time, indeed it did not stop for even a second the mad gyrations of her body as she sought to reach again and again that ,peak of ecstasy into which she had been initiated just a few hours earlier.
At last, everyone was asleep or had passed out and the sun was coming up behind the Rockies when Barbie finally stumbled wearily home to her own bed. She did not even undress, simply tumbled down onto the lumpy mattress and pulled the covers over her. She did not awaken until late afternoon.
When her heavy eyelids fluttered open, Barbie did not at first remember anything of the previous night, until she stretched sleepily and her aching muscles and bruised, ravaged body brought back the full horror in a rush of cruel memory. As she thought of the things she had done at the party, and what had been done to her, she knew she ought to be filled with revulsion. Yet she was not, and this fact alarmed and puzzled her more than anything else. She had been humbled, yes, but that was not the reason she felt ashamed. She was ashamed to admit to herself that she had been pleased ... God, she had been satisfied! What would become of a girl with such depraved and unwholesome ideas? What was her course to be now? Could she return to her former quiet, correct life as if nothing had happened?
She eased herself gingerly from the bed and tugged off her soiled, rumpled clothing, flinging it into a corner. She ran her long slim fingers tenderly over her abused body. God, how those men had used her, so much cock. The vile word jolted her awakening consciousness as she walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on full force. Later, when she had cleaned herself up and thoroughly douched out her sperm-soaked pussy, she slipped her robe on over her naked flesh and went into the kitchen to put on some coffee. A glance at the clock revealed that it was four o'clock-a lost weekend! She saw that the visitors' cars were still parked around Ted's chalet ... no doubt they were still sleeping off the party over there.
Strangely, she could not find it in herself to hate Ted Cosgrove, nor Cary nor Luke or any of the others. She realized that her pride, her untouchability, had been a challenge to their male egos they simply could not resist.
The thought that no woman was really pure, or at least that no woman could stay pure when tempted to the extremes of sexual desire. Well, it seemed they had proved their case! But if she did not hate them, neither did she want to join their easy-going, lazy way of living, frittering their time away with endless partying and casual sex.
Barbie's all-consuming wish to improve her position, to be someone in this hard, cold world, was not altered one bit.
They had stolen from her the trump card of virginity with which she had hoped to coax a proposal from Jerry Coplan, but she had a few more tricks up her sleeve. Maybe she now possessed another attribute which would be even more effective-just as long as Jerry never found out that she had slept with other men!
As she sipped her coffee, Barbie was surprised to find herself ravenously hungry. She went to the refrigerator and brought out a small ham and a carton of eggs. God, she was starving!
* * *
Already, Barbie thought as she drove home from work a week later, it's been almost a week of Jerry's trip gone by. Nine more are left ... I must keep busy!
Entering the bedroom of her chalet, she quickly peeled off her dress and shoes and reached for a pair of shorts. How quickly one fell into the habit of casual clothing at Vail. As she was washing, a knit T-shirt over her shoulders, she heard the screen door bang, and a cheerful whistle. As Barbie's head emerged from the neck of the shirt, she saw Ted Cosgrove standing in her bedroom doorway, grinning wolfishly at her.
"You might at least knock!" she exclaimed, annoyed, and hastily arranged the shirt over her brassiere and began to zip the shorts up.
"This is me-good neighbor Ted," he reminded her. "I didn't think you and I had to stand on formality, not any more, anyway," he winked lewdly at her and she blushed at the memory of the wild night at Ted's place and found to her amazement that her body was tingling all over with excitement.
Ted locked his arms behind her back, squeezing her ass-cheeks, and kissed her hard, his tongue driving impudently into her mouth.
"That's better," he muttered as he pulled her pelvis forward and pressed his to it. "I just came over to tell you that I'm leaving early in the morning to drive to Denver for Cary's-you remember Cary's-wedding. I'm his best man, see. I thought maybe you'd like to go along ... I know you're not on the guest list, but they've got a couple of hundred guests coming and I'm sure I could squeeze you in."
The idea of attending Gary's wedding, seeing him married to some poor dumb girl, when she remembered Gary's burly naked body lying under hers with his huge cock embedded deep in her belly, it was simply too incongruous for words! She would never have the nerve to crash a big wedding in the first place, and certainly not under these grossly humiliating circumstances!
"Well, thank you very much, Ted," she said sweetly, disengaging his arms and walking into the living room, "but I'm afraid I'll have to pass up Cary's wedding. There are some things I have to do around here this weekend. Do give him my congratulations, though."
"Okay," he followed her. "Still Miss Stuck-up, eh? I thought we cured you of that the other night, but I see you need more treatment!"
Barbie smiled at him, running the tip of her rosy tongue provocatively around her mouth. She didn't dare let him know how much his presence and his bantering words excited her. God, she hoped he wouldn't notice the shameful way her thighs were quivering, she'd learned her lesson only too well, it seemed, but she must impose limits on herself in this new and thrilling world of sex!
"Yes," she said huskily, "You run along now, and perhaps I'll come over sometime for more of the 'treatment'."
"Damn you," he shook his head. "You drive a guy right up the wall, Barbie. I've got half a notion to skip the wedding and spend the weekend with you!"
"But you couldn't let your buddy Cary down," she pointed out, opening the door for him. "Have a good time in Denver, and I'll see you later."
Smiling to herself, Barbie moved into the kitchen to prepare her supper. She looked forward to a peaceful, enjoyable weekend with Ted Cosgrove away. She could sun herself by his pool both Saturday and Sunday, work around her place without fear of interruption. Sometimes it was good to be alone, after all.
Saturday night was not one of those times, however, not for a girl of twenty-four. Saturday night, and here was Barbie Coleman again without a date, watching the movie on TV! It would indeed serve Jerry Coplan right if she found herself another man while he was away, if only there was another one around like Jerry, with as much money, good-looking, and all the rest of it. She relaxed in a big chair, only half-listening to the TV set, lulled almost to sleep by the plot of the movie.
As Barbie sprawled out with her legs flung over the arms of the big chair, she was fortunately completely unaware that outside the chalet an intruder observed every move she made. Pete Peterson was so gripped by impatient excitement tonight that he had twice nearly given his presence away-once by tripping and once by stepping on a branch. But she had apparently heard nothing as he moved from window to window to get a peek at various angles of Barbie's firm voluptuous young body. Just now he was positioned where he could look directly up her creamy thighs to the widespread crotch of her brief shorts. The shorts had hiked up to a height that showed clearly the elastic legband of her white underpants, and it was on this spot that Pete's gleaming black eyes were locked. He had seen her before without a stitch of clothing-indeed, he visited her chalet nightly and would wait with utmost patience for such a view of the pretty young blonde stewardess, but he found Barbie with clothing was nearly as enticing as without. He could think of how it would be when he took the shorts off her, and then the silky panties ... lowering them slowly so that the golden-shadowed 'vee' of hair would be uncovered inch by inch ... he shivered in lewd anticipation and shifted his feet. His abundantly heavy black cock lay distended and rigid against the bulge of his lower abdomen. It had been achingly hard ever since he got within fifty feet of the little cabin where the girl waited alone, for Pete.
If the 'black man' was crazy, and many people thought he was, then he was, as they say, 'crazy like a fox.' He was smart enough to know, for instance, that Ted Cosgrove was gone for the weekend and that there was no one in the chalet on the other side. He knew that it was unlikely anyone would be coming to visit Barbie this late. So far the only person who'd come at all was Jerry Coplan, and Pete knew that he was gone, too.
Pete had had mixed feelings about the beautiful white, blonde-haired girl. She had seemed to him like some kind of princess, untouchable, maybe too good for him ... that is, until last week when he had seen her enter the small chalet next door. Pete had also watched much of what had transpired after she went inside and he was not worried now about fucking her, he was just in a hurry to do it. He had been a little disillusioned to find out she was not a princess, after all, but that meant it need not trouble his conscience when he got into her pants. He was quite sure Barbie could, and would, do anything the whores did. Breathing quickly, he touched his back pocket to make sure the creased, dirty envelope was still there. Then he glided soundlessly toward her front door and rapped lightly with his hardened, battered knuckles.
Inside, Barbie gave a startled little leap. Damn, she thought, who in the world can that be, at ten o'clock?
Not frightened, but perhaps a bit apprehensive, she swung her legs to the floor and went to answer the knock.
"Oh, Pete!" she managed a smile, but there was clear annoyance in her tone. She supposed the black man had come to ask about work, and it was certainly a very unsuitable time. Well, she would let him mow the grass tomorrow, as she had promised.
"Evenin', Ma'am. Sure is a nice warm night. I just saw your light was on and thought I'd stop by."
"About cutting the grass? Yes, any time you're free, Pete, will be fine."
"That ... and a coupla other things. Can I come in?" As he asked, he put his hand on the door handle as if sure the answer would be yes. She was rather taken aback, but stepped aside to let him enter. Now that she had seen him a few more times, his appearance was not quite so startling to her, and he seemed to be accepted by all the other summer people.
"Just for a few minutes. I'm going to bed quite soon," she stipulated, remaining where she was. It didn't seem necessary to invite Pete to sit down, she felt. He appeared neither to notice nor to mind this discourtesy. In fact, she thought, Pete seemed rather different tonight ... more sure of himself.,., his movements were purposeful and energetic, rather than his usual shambling gait.
"Fact is, Miss Coleman, I been meanin' to pay you a visit. I know you're always sittin' here by yourself-how come you don't never have any dates, pretty as you are?"
Barbie was completely taken aback by this line of questioning from the black handyman, and she felt the first little quiver of dread when she realized how alone she really was, with no one near her but this rustic black giant.
"That's my affair, Pete, wouldn't you say?" she attempted to be cool and cut off any further talk along this dangerous path. "You know that Jerry Coplan is a good friend of mine. When he's away I don't go out on dates with others."
Pete's near-toothless grin widened knowingly. "You was over to Ted Cosgrove's last weekend."
Now the trapped girl began to feel a rising panic, but was determined to remain master of this absurd situation.
"How did you know that?" she demanded angrily. Surely ... surely Ted would not have told the story to this gossiping nitwit!
"Oh, I know just about ever'thing that goes on round here. I do a lotta work for Mr. Cosgrove." Pete took a step deliberately closer to the tensely standing girl, his eyes hungrily devouring the shapely contours of her dreamy white body that was so tall for a woman, nearly as tall as he. "He's the only one don't pay me in cash. Sometimes he don't have much cash laying around."
"H-How does he pay you then?" Barbie was quite sure he was leading up to something, but she could not quite comprehend whether it was an appeal for money, or what.
"Well, he takes pictures sometimes. He gives me nice pictures for my cabin."
"I think you should insist on money, Pete," she said firmly. "He's taking advantage of you. I'm sure Mr. Cosgrove can afford to pay, at least as well as I can."
Pete's big, ham-like black hand was going to the back pocket of his stained pants. He drew out a filthy yellow envelope. "Yeah, but I kin make enough money off the others. The pictures he gives me are special. I'd rather have them ... " he bent back the flap of the envelope and pulled out a thick stack of small glossy prints, "He lets me pick out the ones I like."
With crashing impact, Barbie's memory of last weekend returned in sharp, bitter detail. Ted Cosgrove had taken pictures of the party! Not at the beginning, but very late when Barbie herself was in such a state of drunkenness and disarray that she little knew or cared what he did with the camera. But he couldn't-wouldn't-be so foolish as to show Pete Peterson these pictures ... or would he?
Her shaking hand extended to take the photos from Pete's brown paw. She didn't want to look, but she had to know, she had to see what they were! A glance at the one on top told her that they were pornographic, as she had feared. Filthy, disgusting snapshots of men and women making love! But not, thank God, of last Saturday night. She leafed through them rapidly ... how horrible of Ted to corrupt this poor dim-witted black creature by giving him such salacious material. Imagine the effect on a man studying these erotic poses ... even her pussy was getting uncomfortably warm and tingly as she turned over picture after picture of gaping crotches and hairy male cocks ... every perversion delineated in black and white clarity ... oh, God! Suddenly, she dropped the pictures and Pete quickly scrambled to retrieve them from where they had scattered on her living room floor.
"You're just comin' to the best ones," he promised lewdly, his horrible smile creasing his face.
Barbie drew a shuddering breath. The picture she had just picked up was of Angeline and Doug ... unmistakeably taken last Saturday night. She took the one that Pete was now pressing into her fingers. The room seemed to sway as she held it to the light. It was a photograph of herself, naked, lying on her back ... a naked male figure was between her outstretched legs ... his head at her crotch, licking ... she let it flutter to the floor, wordless, and Pete held another one right under her horrified unbelieving eyes. In this one another man (Oh, God, she couldn't remember his name!) lay on top of her with his cock sunk so deeply in her cunt that only the stump of it could be seen protruding from his loins. Someone else's hands were massaging her tits, her head was thrown back, her back arched. Oh, no, no, no! Her life was crashing in ruins about her. How could she have forgotten that these photographs were taken that night? She should have insisted that Ted destroy them, where were her wits? God, she should have burned down the chalet and all the filth with it! For one abandoned night of pleasure she had traded everything that was worthwhile in her life.
"Pete," she held out her hands to the black man in pleading supplication, "Please, you must destroy those. Please give them to me. You don't understand what happened! T-they invited me to a party, they gave me too much to drink. Will you give me the pictures of myself?"
"They're my best ones," Pete shook his black head negatively. "I got lots more like these in my cabin, but these two are my favorites ... maybe if I ever get tired of lookin' at 'em."
The two photographs were already covered with dirty thumbprints and Barbie sensed that it might be a long time before Pete tired of looking at them. Yet she must prevail on him, she simply could not afford to have this visual record of her debauchery circulating anywhere. It was unthinkable ... suppose someone broke into his cabin and found them, stole them? There were other possibilities, all of them just as unacceptable. Simple-minded as he was, Pete might just go around showing them off! He'd showed them to her, hadn't he?
"Would you like some coffee before you go, Pete?" she asked in a friendly tone, meanwhile quickly putting the photographs of herself on the end table and hoping he would not notice as he put the rest back in his pocket.
She cringed inwardly at the necessity to be a hostess to this revolting specimen of manhood as she fixed a bright transparent smile on her face. It was at this moment that Barbie Coleman learned, as had others to their sorrow, that the big bear-like black man was not so dumb as was commonly supposed.
He saw the little maneuver with the pictures and quietly picked them up. "No coffee," he said, his breath coming faster. "I come for something else, Miss Coleman. I come to get some of that lovin' you been handing out so free!"
"Wh ... what do you mean?" she stammered, unable to organize her startled thoughts for the sudden fear pounding in her chest.
Abruptly, the huge black man reached down with both black hands and pulled open the front of his pants. Barbie cried out in stunned amazement as his massive black cock leapt out at her, its great black head throbbing as the little slitted eye seemed to wink up obscenely at her.
Again she gasped aloud, stepping hastily backward as she stared at the lewd exhibition of this uncouth black creature exposing his genitals to her, his shining black face grinning like a gleeful moron.
"How dare you! How dare you!" she exclaimed, repeating herself in her confusion and lack of words to express the frightful thoughts that tumbled through her brain. "Why, you'll go to jail for this disgusting ... " she stopped in mid-sentence. Once before, she had threatened a man with a similar fate and the results had been disastrous ... now, she saw that Pete was not impressed, either, nor afraid. He was stroking the giant black cock which reared like a gun from his belly. It couldn't be true ....
"Didn't know Pete had anything like that, did you?" he grinned slackly, mistaking her wide-eyed stare for excitement. "You'd be surprised how many white women round here seen this cock. Yes, sir, you'd be surprised. Some people calls me crazy, but I'm just as normal as any other man, only bigger, I reckon. I crave my cunt same as any man, and I get right in the best white cunts ... don't matter to me if they're white or black or rich society ladies or who they are! But you're sure the prettiest white one of all, Miss Coleman. I never did see a pair of tits on a white woman like you got."
CHAPTER SEVEN
This cannot be happening, Barbie said to herself hopelessly. It can't be! She stared wordless at the huge erect black member which poked menacingly from beneath the swelling bulge of Pete's belly. His sweaty, sperm-filled sac joggled black and balloon-like underneath.
"No!" she found her voice again abruptly. "I won't do it ... I can't. You must leave right now Pete. I-I think I'd rather die than be ... be touched by a black man!" She held her head up in a pathetic show of bravery against his brute male force.
"Don't talk crazy," he kept on smiling, his white teeth gleaming whitely in his black face and smiling insanely wider. "You ain't gonna die, you're gonna like it. I know you like fucking, I seen you with them others, don't try to fool me! I tell you, I ain't stupid. I came in here to fuck you and that's what I'm gonna do. And you won't make any trouble about it-not now or not later-cause I know you work for Mr. Coplan, and I can show him those pictures any time."
Fuck, fuck fuck ... if he repeated the salacious word again Barbie thought she'd go clean out of her mind. The very thought of submitting her body to a repulsive black man like Pete Peterson was nauseating. But the pictures ... he had the pictures! And if Jerry's father ever saw those snapshots of one of his stewardesses letting herself be screwed by various men and obviously enjoying it. she'd almost surely lose her job. That would not be the worst, however ... there was the unbearable humiliation she would suffer, and the sure knowledge that Mr. Coplan would never let his only son marry such a wanton creature. She was caught like an animal in a steel trap.
"Pl-please," she whispered, "Don't do this to me. My God, I'm begging you!" Her tear-wet blue eyes pleaded eloquently for mercy.
The black was no man with words, no talker. He only understood the simple needs of his body and satisfied these needs as they arose, in the most direct way he could. Right now, his hotly pulsating cock felt like it was about to blow the lid and that was the uppermost thought in his crafty mind. Against his all-consuming lust for her white ripe body, Barbie's tearful plea weighed little. She was going to give him just what he'd seen her give those others ... he, Pete Peterson, black or not, was as much as man as any of 'em ... in fact, he was a hell of a lot more man, by several inches! Proudly he fingered his mighty black cock, pushing back the turgid foreskin so that the rubbery-hard tip popped out, a tiny drop of pearly liquid gathering in the little slit.
"Git in the bedroom," he ordered Barbie, turning that way as though he knew the layout of her chalet well. She walked in front of him, a prisoner totally without hope of reprieve, with Pete behind her holding up his slipping pants. As soon as they were in the bedroom he dropped his pants altogether and kicked them aside. His stocky black legs were like tree trunks, she saw dazedly, he must weigh over two hundred pounds ... how could she stand it? He would kill her! Yet his very size and his color seemed to excite her in a debased, lewd manner, sending little thrills radiating through her loins.
"Now git up on the bed," his breath was coming in choked rasps. She obeyed, well aware that the time for resistance, if there ever had been such a time, was past. She was at his mercy now, compelled to submit to any demands he made of her. With a strange fatalistic calm she lay down full length on her bed.
Pete could wait no longer. His cock had been rock-hard for what seemed like hours now ... later on he would undress her just the way he had planned. He climbed up on the bed and it groaned and sagged under his weight as he straddled the lupine girl, knees at her armpits, his flabby black buttocks over her creamy white breasts. The horrendous black prick dangled over Barbie's terrified face.
Words of protest choked off in her throat before she could utter them, but the tears streaming down her cheeks spoke her desperate plea eloquently. He burried both black hands in her mass of blonde hair and pulled her head forward, at the same time guiding the swollen tip of his huge ebony cock, wet with his secretions, around her lips. Barbie shrank away from him with revulsion, the nauseating taste and smell of his cock nearly causing her to vomit.
"Go on, you know what to do," he said hoarsely, holding her head firmly in position. "Suck it, suck it!"
She did not know how to do it, and instead she naturally tried to twist her head away from the loathsome thing but he would not let her, and at last she gave in suddenly and let her oval red lips fall open to receive the huge ebony cock that plunged so far down her throat she gagged and thought she would be sick. She seized the thick, hardened rod of black flesh at the base and her tongue began almost automatically to move in a swirling, circular motion about the bulbous cock head. The taste was now not as awful as she had expected, but strange and rather tangy, in fact, erotic. She continued to lick and suck harder, the very helplessness of her position under the black man with his lust-swollen black cock jammed into her mouth seemed to infect her with a masochistic desire to assist him in his subjugation of herself, and to further her own degradation. She was lost ... lost!
She could feel the sweaty hairs of his groin brushing her chin as he plowed into her clasping lips. His cum-filled balls swung gently against her neck, reminding her that they were filled with his lewd male semen for which she would soon be the unwilling receptacle ... he would deposit his black seed in her white mouth and she would be expected to swallow it ... God help her.
"Touch my balls!" he commanded his pretty victim, his ecstasy mounting, "Not too hard ... just squeeze 'em a little ... and suck harder, suck harder!"
She sucked with reluctant subservience, because he ordered it and also because she could no longer hold herself back but wanted to suck him to completion. The sour, sweaty smell of Pete's clothing and body enveloped her and added to her peculiar nightmare of mixed lust and repulsion ... she was growing wet between her legs as her own released secretions seeped from her aroused pussy while her head bobbed in lewd rhythm with Pete's lunges into her straining white throat. Tormented groans erupted from deep within her heaving chest ... on and on she sucked ... as any second now he must ejaculate his lewd black sperm into her virgin white mouth ... what would it taste like? Would it be warm like his balls that she cupped in her hands?
Then, suddenly, an inhuman whine burst from Pete's lips as he bared his broken white teeth in a demonic grin of fulfillment. He seized her by the hair and jerked her bobbing head to a stop, ramming his ebony cock yet deeper into her moist, wildly sucking lips. The semen shot from the reservoir of his sperm-bloated balls to gush into her mouth in high-pressure streams. He felt her now wildly sucking mouth vacuuming the hot liquid from the opening at the tip of his cock and her throat clench and unclenched as she swallowed in great gulps the boiling white cream he was pumping into her. Her cheeks filled and drained as she swallowed continuously and desperately, hungrily emptying, his prick until only a dribble of sticky liquid remained. Still she went on nibbling at him, cleaning his softening cock until he at last pulled it from her with a smacking noise.
Barbie whimpered slightly and thrashed her hips in frustration. She was now wildly aroused and he had cum, but she hadn't. She squeezed her legs together hard in a vain effort to stem the rising fire that gripped her pussy. Pete continued to kneel astride her, his monstrous glistening black prick still erect and hard! He began to work at her clothing, loosening and removing it until she was completely stripped. Then he put his big paw-like black hand between her legs and felt her hot moist slit, grinning lasciviously.
"You sure are hot, ain't you? Never did see a woman liked fucking the way you do! Don't you fret. Pete'll give you plenty...." he began to back downward on her outstretched body, his sticky black cock trailing through the cleft between her soft white tits and over her tense belly until it rested in the 'vee' between her thighs.
Barbie's eyes were fixed on the gigantic black pole of flesh. She shivered with anticipation ... God, could she ever take that? But she wanted it so badly, black or not!
"Put it in me, Pete," she whimpered, the lewd words tumbling from her passion-contorted mouth that was sticky with his sperm. "Make me cum ... yes, make me cum !"
* * *
Barbie knew to the moment when Jerry was expected in town. It was easy to get the information from Pete, who had overheard Mrs. Coplan.
It was gratifying to know that after dinner with his parents, Jerry had come immediately to her chalet, to spend his first evening with her. He seemed unchanged from his weeks back east, and he had admitted that he had missed her very much.
Easy to say, when you've gone and come back again, Barbie thought rather bitterly. She made him comfortable in the large chair and fixed him his usual drink of Scotch and soda.
"I see someone's been dipping into the bottle," Jerry commented, "or did you take to drinking in my absence?"
"Not quite," she laughed lightly. "I did miss you terribly, as you knew I would. But there have been other diversions ... skiing, swimming, hiking! You know, the usual Vail pastimes."
"I'm not too worried then," he laughed confidently, "Because I know from long experience exactly what it has to offer."
"Come here and sit by me," he patted the arm of his chair and she obediently moved over to him and perched her luscious firm ass-cheeks on the narrow perch, finishing her drink at the same time.
"Did you think a lot about me while I was away?" he prompted her, sliding his arm around her slender waist and squeezing the resilient flesh.
"Yes, often when I was alone I thought of you, Jerry."
"Honey, I'm sorry about that, having to go away like that, but, well, how could I pass up a chance for a trip like that? You understand?" She nodded and he squeezed her harder, his voice becoming husky and intimate. "Did you think about me when you were in bed?"
"Sometimes," she smiled, cat-like, letting the pink tip of her tongue extend between her lips for a teasing second. Her tone was suggestive and her eyes gleamed wickedly. He had thought he detected a change in her manner which had been apparent almost immediately when he walked into her place. Maybe she was finally ready to go all the way! Afraid of losing him, probably. Christ, she was a beautiful bitch ... he'd never seen her look better. She had gradually achieved a very light tan on her arms and legs in spite of her fairness, and her face was a rosy, healthy glowing shade ... her pert nose was dusted lightly with freckles that were the inevitable result of a blonde exposing herself to the sun. They only added to her breathtaking sexiness. The blue eyes looked levelly into his and he put his hands up to pull her head down to his. She bent over gracefully, and when he gave her a tongue kiss she responded eagerly by sucking his tongue up into her mouth almost greedily.
His heart pounded, he could hardly believe it, he opened his mouth and encased the whole of her warm oval lips. Still she did not resist, but continued to kiss him back and probe between his teeth with her own tongue. His cock stirred in his pants as he lowered a hand to her right tit, caressing the rapidly swelling mound until she wriggled her ass-cheeks on the hard unyielding arm of the chair. Elated, he let his hand fall to her tense her hot breath stir in his mouth in little pants. Then he lightly touched her pussy mound and her thighs under her brief skirt, and she made no protest nor move to stop him.
His cock was hammering, she had changed, she was going to let him do it to her, the signs were unmistakable! She still wanted a proposal from him, a ring on her finger. But was he willing to go to that extreme? Hell, what difference did it make, she couldn't force a proposal out of him, first he'd sample the goods, anyway: after that, well, he'd see.
Looking down into Jerry's lap as her wet mouth twisted around his, Barbie saw his bulging cock pressing against the tight slacks he wore. What would he do if she put her hand on him as he was doing to her? She continued to suck his tongue, pulling it between her teeth as the fires raged between her legs. She placed her hand on his chest, slowly moved it down over his stomach until it was resting directly over his lewdly swollen cock.
Jerry gulped. Christ! What was she doing with her fingers at his fly? He felt the zipper give way and the cool fingers moving gently around inside the front of his pants. The bitch was taking his cock out! It was too much to be believed!
Barbie looked down with curiosity at the thick male member, comparing its dimensions with others. She saw that a tiny drop of fluid had gathered in the tiny slit in the purplish tip. Very gently, she stroked the uncircumcised foreskin, pulling it back to expose more of the bulbous cock head and then traced the entire rigid column to its hairy base.
"Barbie!" Jerry exclaimed.
In answer, she squeezed his cock lovingly and then bent her head all the way over his stomach and kissed the rubbery head.
"Ooooooh, Jesus, Barbie!" he groaned.
She took it into her mouth, her tongue working teasingly down the huge cock shaft as she savored the pungent tang of it.
"My God!" he gasped.
Again, her tongue snaked out and swirled over the tip, then her mouth came down and clasped tightly around the hard, purplish head until he could take no more. "Take your clothes off!" he urged hoarsely.
But she shook her head saucily and instead continued sucking and tonguing his aching cock as it grew larger and harder every second. Finally, she released him and stood up. Beckoning, she led the way to the bedroom, unbuttoning her clothes as she walked sensuously ahead of him, firm round hips swaying provocatively. He followed her awkwardly, grabbing his cock and pressing it in his hand to keep it from erupting. The sight of Barbie actually sucking his cock, had been indescribable, more than he could take. To know that this was all for him, he was puzzled, what was the catch? Could she be offering herself this way out of love for him?
Barbie discarded her brassiere and skimpy panties and flung herself down on the bed, reaching up to draw him down beside her. At that moment, seeing her there with her white body spread out for him like a table to feast at, the rich, ripe breasts, the mysterious little pussy triangle there between her legs, at that moment he was sure he did love her. He had to have this, possess this incredible loveliness always. To keep it all for himself he would marry her. Yes, damn it, he'd marry her!
She was smiling up at him, cat-like. "Is this what you wanted?" she asked. He gasped in stark disbelief as she slithered down his lean body to the point where his cock stood rigidly out. Tenderly, she leaned over it, stroking him with infinite patience, first one hand, then with both. Jesus Christ, he had to come soon or go stark raving mad! She brought her warm mouth down to it, encasing the tiny glandular slit in soft wetness. He moaned aloud and pushed his hips upward to meet her lewdly ovaled lips.
The thought of the obscene thing she was doing to him brought him every bit as much excited pleasure as the act itself. He would marry her, if that was the only way to secure this bliss. He loved her. Her breasts were pressing against his hairy thighs as she held his cock and began to suck it harder, with a steady up and down motion of her strong tongue. His loins ached. He could look down and see everything, watch her with the full thick shaft of his cock buried deep between her stretched red lips, her chin brushing his black pubic hairs on each downstroke. When she had established the rhythmic motion she removed her hand from the base of his prick and slipped both hands under his ass, holding the quivering, muscled cheeks while her mouth came down farther and farther until the entire blood-engorged cock shaft almost disappeared down her throat. Where had she learned to do this?
It couldn't be the first time, no, this wasn't the first cock she'd ever sucked. But who? When? When he came, what would she do? Could she, would she take it in her mouth? Would she swallow it? Her merciless tongue was licking at the gland, making it hum with vibration. Her heavy tits danced in lewd time with her bobbing head, the smooth flesh rubbing against his legs, adding to his excitement. He thrust upwards, watching her face bulge with his cock, her lips incredibly stretched and grotesque, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hungrily on and on. He felt as if the head would blow off his pounding cock at any second. It was exploding! He grabbed her hair, tangling his fingers in the soft golden mass of it as the hot liquid boiled deep down in his swollen balls and then came pumping up through the rigid tube of his lust-maddened cock.
He coughed and gasped his emotion as it felt like she was turning him inside out with the vacuum of her sucking mouth! The molten cream spewed forth under tremendous pressure and ricocheted against her puffed, ballooning cheeks. Barbie gulped and began to swallow as it kept coming in thick gushes.
She gurgled deep in her throat, nearly choking in her effort to keep up with the sticky flow that seemed to go on and on until with a last deep groan, he deposited the dregs of his obscene white sperm into her tensely corded throat. He lolled back, utterly spent, while she kept up her gentle nibbling to get the last drops of the lewd male cum from the tiny opening of his cock. Then she let her head rest on his lean abdomen for several minutes, before slithering up his body to kiss his lips.
"What did you think of that?" she whispered.
He could only look at her, he was too overwhelmed by her performance to answer her yet. Understanding his amazement, she smiled mysteriously and he embraced her, kissing her lovely face.
"We'll get married," he managed to blurt out at last. "I've got to have you. We can get married soon, maybe before I go back to the base."
"Not so fast," she cautioned him. "You're supposed to ask the girl first whether she wants to marry you."
"OK, damn it," he was slightly irritated. She'd won, after all, but did she have to rub it in? "Will you marry me-do me the honor, and all that jazz?"
"M m m m m m m m m m ," she murmured thoughtfully. "No, I don't think I will, Jerry."
"Wh-what? After you sucked me off that way?" he was astounded.
"Ah, but that had nothing to do with our getting married. I just felt like doing it," she shrugged airily. "Excuse me, darling, I don't believe I finished my drink," and while Jerry Coplan's eyes bugged out in amazement, she slid off the bed and walked naked into the living room, returning in a moment with both glasses.
"You may need yours, too," she handed it to him, seating herself on the edge of the bed. The flavor of the Scotch mixed oddly with the tang of his male sperm that still clung to her lips and caused the corners of her mouth to turn upwards in a little smile.
"I've said I'd marry you," he repeated. What more could she possibly want from him? Jerry was no fool, he knew he was an extraordinary catch for any girl, hadn't he been fighting off their advances since he was in his teens? Girls who would fuck were no problem, either, but never had he known a girl with quite the qualities of innocence combined with wanton sexuality that Barbie had just displayed and enthralled him with. He felt he was willing to give up anything, including his freedom, to take possession of her long and shapely body. God, to have her suck him off like that any time he wanted it!
"Yes," she admitted. "You did say it, and I thank you for the offer. But, you see, the fact is, Jerry dear, that I need time to think over such an important step."
This was not the response he had expected and he sat upright in the bed beside her, incongruously naked and with his limp, flaccid cock resting across his thigh like some great thick worm.
"How much time?" his puzzlement was turning to baffled anger. "And then why did you do what you just did?"
"That was a little homecoming present for you."
"Something's happened to you, Barbie. You're not the same girl. I can't put my finger on what it is, but you've changed, and I don't seem to be getting through to you."
Again, she smiled her lazy provocative smile, knowing that he was entirely right but that she could never explain matters to his satisfaction and so it was best not to even try.
"Finish your drink, sweetheart," she purred, "and I'll fix you another. We've got a long night ahead of us."
"You mean you'll let me stay all night here, with you?"
"Of course. I took care of you, since you were obviously in a hurry," she patted his limp member tenderly, causing it to stir with the beginning rush of blood that meant another erection. "Now it's your turn to take care of me!"
Good Christ, if this were not happening to him, he would never in a million years have believed it! His lovely sweet innocent Barbie openly and shamelessly asking for cock! And she never looked more desirable as she sat next to him, ass-cheeks flattened against the hard mattress and legs slightly apart to reveal glimpses of the rosy slit of her fresh young cunt. Her breasts were relaxed now from their former erotically swollen state and they sagged slightly forward, the nipples now broad and flat and sunken against her blue-veined whiteness.
"I'll take care of you!" Jerry promised hoarsely, running his hands licentiously over her once-chaste body, his cock now throbbing with rekindled lust. She lay back beside him again, clear blue eyes fixed on his face as she willingly submitted to his stroking of every part of her body, indeed reveled in his tantalizing caresses of her heavy tits, her belly, her hair-covered pussy mound. And as he greedily explored the folds and crevices of that marvelous body, a mind-shattering idea burst upon Jerry Coplan.
"Barbie!" he gulped, "will you ... will you let me fuck you in the ass?"
"Tonight you can fuck me any way you like," she repeated the vulgar word without the slightest hesitation, seeming to savor the obscene sound of it.
"Oh, God, th-thank you, darling! Turn over," he requested, his hands going out to assist in rolling her into position on her belly. He had never fucked anyone in the ass before, and his cock leaped achingly at the mere thought of such exquisite debauchery. Now he would finally do it, discover what it felt like ... in a rush of gratitude to his darling, he leaned over and began to kiss her oval white ass-cheeks. Drawn irresistibly on, he separated the two cheeks, and licked the cleft between them. Barbie felt her asshole pulled suddenly taut as he pressed the skin around it. Now, for just a moment, she felt the nakedness and lewdness of her position with him staring down at the little hole but the feeling passed as his middle finger began to jab carefully at the puckered tiny entrance.
"Open your legs wider, darling" he instructed her. She complied, pushing her feet almost to the edges of the double bed. His finger poked deeper and she winced, jerking forward slightly with an involuntary reaction as he suddenly popped through the sphincter muscle. It did hurt, but she bore the slight pain gladly in order to experience the pleasant ripple of licentiousness that saturated her loins. She could feel his hot excited breath on her naked ass-cheeks as he worked his middle finger diligently in the little anus hole to widen it in preparation. A second digit suddenly forced its way alongside the first, and she coughed and groaned with the unexpected pain but commenced wiggling her hips backward against the invasion of her nether passage.
"Oooooh, Jerry, that's it ... screw my ass!" she crooned, twisting her head around to look back and encourage him in his sodomizing of her rectum. "Fuck me there!"
"Get it up in the air," he hissed to her.
She immediately clambered to her knees, waving the stretched globes of her white ass-cheeks before his lust-glazed eyes. He moved in between her thighs, grazing them with his own hairy body and she shivered rapturously in anticipation as she felt the chunky head of his cock touch the split of her ass. She put her head down and looked back along her belly to where his heavy sac swung down in the gap between her legs. Balancing herself on one hand, she reached back and cupped his balls in her warm palm, squeezing them gently.
"Take my cock and put it in your ass," he ordered, and she seized the hotly pulsating cock shaft, suddenly realizing how thick it was ... much thicker than his fingers which had so stretched her anus. He would kill her with it! Trembling with fear and excitement she positioned the blunt tip directly at the closed, hairless entrance. She felt it begin to push into the tightly resistant flesh and knew it was far too big! She gave a short scream as the muscular ging gave way and he popped into her.
"Oh, God, you're hurting me! It's too big!" she wriggled desperately, but he held her hips firmly pinioned and urged her roughly, "Push back! Shove your ass back!"
With a tremendous, painful effort she did, and the huge cudgel drove forward into the spongy cavern mercilessly.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she groaned deep in her chest as he penetrated full length into her soft interior, his pelvis smack up against her rounded ass-cheeks. Jerry was grunting with passion as he began to fuck eagerly into her cringing back passage. The pain gradually subsided and at some point she ceased to feel it altogether. There was only the lewd stimulation of his sodomizing cock fucking into her over and over as he performed this debasing, forbidden act upon her.
Each time his lunge drove her forward she would squirm backward to impale herself more firmly on the magnificent cock that was filling her with masochistic joy. Soon she was moving her entire body rhythmically in cadence with his fucking, her ass-cheeks gyrating wildly in the air.
Jerry could not take his lust-glazed eyes away from the spot where his cock was sunk full-length into the round, puckered hole. As he drew back, the pink inner flesh was exposed as it clutched greedily at his huge cock shaft. He'd always wanted to do this, dig his cock into a woman's ass ... well, by God, he had a woman now and he was doing it, doing it any way he liked! He could ram into her and leave it there, he could wiggle it around inside the rubbery sheath that was so deliriously tight, he could make her moan and mewl at will by his gyrations within her forever-stretched anus.
"Ooooooh, Jerry!" she squealed. "Fuck it, Fuck it hard!"
Christ, she was insatiable, he pulled all the way out of her to the tip of his wildly throbbing cock, watching the elastic skin pucker around him to hold him in her, then, he would stroke forward with one long smooth plunge all the way to the base of his cock. She whined in grateful acceptance and he did it again, fitting into her like a hand going into a tight glove. She thrust her arm between her widely spread legs again to seize his balls and fondle them as they bounced against her loins on each long drawn out stroke.
"Oh, oh, oh," she chanted, her face almost unrecognizable as it twisted and contorted with pure lust. Her lovely gold hair tangled over her perspiring shoulders as her head flailed and bobbed incessantly. She was building rapidly to the ultimate peak of orgasm and wanted it to last forever, the happening waves of delight that assaulted her seething cunt one after another until they came so close together there were only huge waves drowning her in its orgiastic force.
At that moment, Jerry felt the churning tumult in his sperm-swollen balls and his cock seemed to flare and expand inside her tightly quivering ass-hole. His mouth hung slackly open as he clutched at her waist and ass-cheeks, forcing the twin ass-cheeks even wider apart to penetrate deeper still into her rectum. His loins began to jerk convulsively.
"I'm cumming!" he shouted to her. "Fuck back! Fuck back on me!"
Barbie pushed her ass-cheeks up to meet his thrusting, spewing cock and felt the delicious flood of the white-hot sperm pour into the depths of her back passage. The fantastic sensation triggered her own building climax and she screamed as the force of orgasm shook her like a rag doll, taking complete possession of her debased body and wringing it out. As her senses gradually returned she could feel the sticky cream running out of her, down the crevice of her buttocks and into the slit of her bare cunt. The bed sagged beneath her as he reared up and pulled out of her with a loud sucking noise. For a time after that she lay collapsed and utterly exhausted beside his sweat-soaked body. At last, she was able to raise her head and look at him, smiling weakly.
"I'll bet you've never had a homecoming like this before," she said.
"Christ, you know I haven't. Oh, darling, we've got to get married, after that, I have to have you! You drive a guy crazy."
Barbie rolled over and lay on her back, staring up at the stained, pine ceiling, as she smiled her Mona Lisa smile. "Oh, I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" he asked exasperated. "It seems to me that you've been trying to get me to the alter for quite a long time now."
"Why, whatever do you mean?" she smiled teasingly.
"You little cunt, your just teasing me aren't you?"
Maybe...." she looked up coyly.
"You are going to marry me, you know." he said with a sudden fierceness. "All you have to do now, is tell when to set the date."
His fingers traced a line down the sensitive flesh of her belly, leaving a trail of goose flesh in its wake. He would have this woman at any cost, he said to himself, as he out-lined the cum-matted triangle of her pussy curls.
If someone had told him a few weeks ago that he would feel this way about any one woman, he would have laughed in their faces. But he had had his share of cunt in his time and he knew a good one when he had his cock in it and this was the very best. He had waited a long time to fuck Barbie and it had been well worth the wait. If. she wouldn't marry him now, he didn't know what he would do, he was used to getting his way and what he wanted, he got. He wanted Barbie, and if she didn't want him for himself, he was sure he would take him for his money. If she said yes, at least they would both get what they wanted.
He dropped his fingers to the cum drenched slit of her pussy, and chuckled to himself as his fingers teased maddeningly at her desire-drenched cunt and her wet, matted pussy curls. He knew how he could get her to agree to a marriage date. He tugged at the softly curling wisps of pussy hair in a lewd miniature dance around the quivering sperm-filled furrow of her lust inflamed pussy. A shiver passed through Barbie's voluptuously aroused body as she felt the cool fingers spread her wetly gleaming pussy lips wide and play with the small hard bud of her clitoris.
"Uhhh!! Uhhhhnnnn ... oooohhhh...." She moaned as his fingers kneaded her hard little passion bud, and rolled her head from side to side in ecstasy.
"The date?" he asked teasingly, moving his hands from her lust inflamed pussy and upwards towards her swollen tits. He traced his finger around the tingling mounds of her tits and touched the hard knob of her nipples, pinching, squeezing, contorting them between his expert fingers, and Barbie found her pussy mound flexing up against his other hand in lewd rhythm with his manipulation above. Hot arrows of desire darted through her loins, stabbing into her belly and spiking her backbone with excruciating pleasure. A perverse, almost enjoyable sense of shame surged through her at the thought of how she writhed under his touch, how she enjoyed his fingers probing into the wet split of her cunt. Three weeks ago she wouldn't have even thought of doing anything like this before she had made sure that they were married, but that was three weeks ago. Today, she loved it! There was no doubt about that!
She tossed and turned on the couch as he teased into her with his diligent fingers, and her whole body vibrated with piercing arousal. Her loins were churning in imitation of an age-old rhythm as his fingers rummaged deeper into the steaming open slit of her now passioned cuntal lips. At last they began to stroke the quivering bud of her clitoris, sparking a chain reaction of electrical charges in her desire-crazed body, bringing fresh moans of delirious pleasure from the frenzied young girl.
"Oooooohhhhh....aaahhh...." She groaned freely in wild sexual abandon. The only flame of consciousness in her head was the lurid glare of lust, her only desire to feed the hunger that his delicious touch created. Barbie's mouth twitched and she shrieked aloud when Jerry's middle finger transfixed the tiny empassioned cuntal entrance and without hesitation, plunged into the moist, eager hole, cramming his long digit into her velvety pulsating pussy. He twisted it around, probing, rotating within the juicy sheath, worming into the secret folds of her pussy walls as he vigorously finger-fucked the passionately groaning woman.
"Oh god, that's it ... that's it!" she chanted as she pounded up her thrashing cunt to meet each thrust of his plunging finger. Her face was a mask of pure lust and her voraciously hungry pussy sucked viciously at his sunken digit.
She tried to stretch her legs even further apart, but her panties, draped around her knees, hindered her, and with an angry tug, she tore at the flimsy briefs and ripped them violently from her shapely legs, exposing the writhing hot furnace of her burning cunt. Jerry's lust-glazed eyes drank in the ravishing sight of her nakedly exposed pussy, wet and churning as they squirmed mercilessly on his rhythmically fucking finger.
Barbie's wild cries of pleasure filled the whole room and her soft satiny ass-cheeks squirmed and clenched as she rose to encourage his impaling fingers to take more and more of her lusciously aroused cunt.
Her entire loins were a pulsing mass of stinging nerve endings and she felt as though an uncontrollable fire had been started there. Her clitoris was round and hard, bulbous in its excitement and was throbbing strongly to the blood rhythm of desire, the desire swollen outer lips were now drenched with the juice of her passion and a deep consuming heat was rising from the whole area down between her thighs and spreading over her twisting, snaking body, bathing her in a hot rosy flush.
Relentlessly, Jerry's fingers dug into her tender, most private recesses, finger-fucking deep into her flooded pussy channel, stabbing remorselessly into the soft yielding membrane, prodding at the very entrance to her womb.
Blinding, jolting flashes of brilliant light flared up in her brain and she stiffened into a wooden effigy, screaming in mindless agony of pleasure. Then, with the tireless stimulation of his hand, breaking into explosive convulsions of lewd movement, her pussy mound ground up against his hand, and she was frantically seeking her shattering release.
A deep rumbling power was gathering in her tortured pussy, baking her feverish, jiggling cunt in a superhuman heat, raging energy that crested with each bolt of momentary paralysis only to subside and rush to an even greater and more menacing power than the first thunder claps of her rampaging release were smashing over her.
Her breathing grew into great gasps in which her lungs fighting for air, shook her swollen tits above her madly quaking body. She spun uncontrollably from side to side, knocking the covers off of the bed, her throat constricting violently. She stiffened again, her toes curled in agony of joy, and then with a decptively quick and silent shudder, she was there! She was cumming!
"Aaaaaagggggh Ahhhggggghh! I'm cummmmiiinnnngggg!" She screamed as if her life depended on it, shriek after shriek in a wild continuing cacophony of delirious release and abandonment.
And when it was finally over, Jerry covered her body with hot eager kisses, and felt his prick grow and swell between his legs. His hands, resting on the slender columns of her pulsing pussy, noted how her lubricating love juices flowed freely from her aroused cuntal mouth.
Her hands reached down and circled the thick circumference of his throbbing cock, pressuring it infinitely, sending shudders of raw pleasure coursing up and down the length of his back, exciting him beyond belief. Her own orgasm had excited him beyond belief and her lewd manipulations of his rising cock were sending him to heights he had now known existed.
The hot soft invitation of her wetly gleaming young pussy, was like fire to Jerry's blood. The reddish tip of her clitoris was already rising again to the lewd manupulations of his hand, she would be ready to be fucked again soon. He couldn't wait much longer, he wanted more than anything to ram his hugely throbbing, blood-laden prick home deep into her moist pussy.
Barbie was out of her mind with passion, she had just had two wild and wonderful orgasms and now she was going to get fucked again. She couldn't stand the anticipation, it had to be soon. In all the cocks that had fucked her this summer, Jerry's was the best of all. He knew how to play her body, to send her to heights that she thought she had reached before, but found that she hadn't even neared the summit. How she loved this man who could give her so much pleasure, not like Ted and his friends or Pete, who used her body for their own ends, but for her sake as well.
"Put your cock in me from behind!" Barbie pleaded suddenly, turning abruptly over on her belly and presenting the tanned globes of her shapely little ass-cheeks to his lustful gaze. Involuntarily, his hands went out and kneaded the pliant flesh of her ass-cheeks, grasping her firmly by the generous spread of her hips and raising her up till she was on her knees.
Jerry's eyes stared hypnotized at the tantalizing orbs, smooth and pear-shaped without a flaw, and unerringly, he guided the thick shaft of his cock towards the faint glimmer of moist pussy flesh visible below the soft creamy curve of her ass.
Without warning, her hands reached back and once more grasped his harden cock in her slender fingers, and without preamble, began to guide it towards the twitching entrance of her hungry pussy. Jerry, his hands digging into the soft resilient dough of her ass-cheeks, needed no further invitation, and with a heave, he slammed forward and planted his huge throbbing cock half-way up the wet, slippery channel of her naked young pussy.
Barbie moaned as she felt her cuntal passage flowering to accept the hurried thrust of his blood-engorged cock. He continued to slide forward, feeling the soft willing walls slip around his hugely erect cock like a glove, until he finally hit bottom, the hard rubbery head of his cock touching on the sensitive membrane of her cervix, and his contracting balls wedging neatly beneath the whitely rounded spheres of her shapely ass-cheeks.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh ... nnnnnngggggghhhhhh...."
Barbie sighed again, feeling replete with his masculinity, completely impaled on his lust inflated cock. She could feel the crisp dark curls of his pubic thatch tickling the soft skin of her ass, and she knew that he had sunk every millimeter of his hugely erect cock in the depths of her pussy. She liked the feeling of having him enter her like this. The animal, the earthy quality of it appealed to her, as did the idea of him making love to her.
Slowly, Jerry began to withdraw, easing his bloated cock-shaft out of her soft welcoming pussy depths, until just the head was wedged between the resilient white moons of her ass-cheeks, before ramming forward again, almost overturning Barbie with the strength of his lust-laden thrust...." nnnnnggggghhhhhmmmmmmmmm...." she gasped again, "Ohhhhh ... Jerry, fuck meeeeeeeee..........!"
Jerry began to move his heavy throbbing cock inside her lewdly filled pussy, rotating it gently, feeling the responsive throb of her inner walls as she flexed her supple interior muscles with dexterous ease. Her cunt walls began a rhythmic squeezing, contracting and milking, until he felt that he would ejaculate at any moment from the delicious pressure.
He began to saw in and out of her warmly sucking pussy, enjoying her back thrusts as he plunged to enter her and thrilling to her as tightening as he exited. He had never met anyone who could make love quite like Barbie. He would have insisted on her cunt sooner had he known what pleasure it would have brought him. Her skill and verves, not to mention her pussy. He almost had an erection just watching her cum. Not many women could do that to him, but she was so beautiful, that her body was like a walking orgasm.
His hands reached forward to squeeze the ripe melons of her soft tits, hanging enticingly from her gently undulating body. He rubbed the hardening buds of her nipples, running them between his fingers, making her shriek with pleasure.
The heated pressure in his body was building up to a feverish pitch, and his furious pumping increased in velocity, and their bodies were bucking wildly against each other, jerking and twisting and gyrating as one.
"Oh God ... Barbie, fuck back ... that's it, move your ass...." he gasped, his face a mask of perspiration, his head flailing from side to side.
"Oh baby ... you feel soooo goood ... inside me ... !" Barbie panted, her body cavorting with paroxysms of pleasure. "I'm going to cum now ... I'm almost ... there ... I'm - I'm-. AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.....!" and Barbie was climaxing, her buttocks waving wildly, the force of her spasms jerking his hugely swollen cock unbearably. Her mouth was uttering obscene words, and her shrieks were wild and vibrant, and he didn't have time to notice anything else ... because he was cumming too. A deep harsh strangled moan escape from his throat as he pounded his hips against her thrashing white ass-cheeks with the force of a jackhammer, and moaned again and again in frenzied abandon as the first rumblings of his seething sperm escaped the darkness of his heavy cum-filled balls and rushed like molten lava into the depths of her milking pussy. Stream after stream of it surged along the throbbing tube of his cock and rushed deep into the hot slippery canal of her thirsting cunt.
"Keep ... Fucking ... keep fucking back!" he demanded, his voice hoarse with lust as he felt, with disappointment the last dregs of his scalding cum-juice being drained from him. Finally, it was over, and they lay against each other, his cock deflated and flaccid, both panting, their co-mingled juices staining the scattered bedsheets.
As Jerry lay there, he waited for the lingering feeling of satisfaction and happiness he had come to expect from a good lay. Barbie stirred and turned over to face Jerry. Taking a soft wisp of hair she trailed it across his shoulder.
"You're very quiet." Barbie said softly. "A penny for those thoughts of yours."
He smiled, "I was waiting for you to set the date for our marriage."
"OH, I see, is fucking the way you normally wait?" she teased.
"Found it to be the best way."
"Well, in that case, why don't we wait some more while I'm cumming to a decision?" she giggled softly.
"It could take quite awhile for you to cum to a decision. I mean, it could take all night."
"Well, I have the time. I have all the time in the world."
