"The worst thing in this world," wrote American author Mark Twain, "is to be neither beast nor fowl in the middle of a buffalo stampede!" The noted humorist was referring to politicians and their predilection for pinning party tags on people during crises, but there is a validity to his statement that applies to everyone in our society.
Author Waldo Fremeyer has used this quotation as a beginning for his exciting new novel about a virginal young girl who simply does not belong in either of the two worlds she inhabits. Her life's work is with teenagers: rough, vital, sexually liberated (even to the point of orgies), these kids simply do not dig the young teacher's strict moralistic code of ethics.
The other world which Beth Moore inhabits is the political world of hypocrisy, false promises, and broken humans who have been stripped of all dignity and hope by an unfeeling society.
That the sympathetic young teacher will eventually have to make a decision between the two conflicting societies is all too evident to the observant reader right from the beginning. In many ways, even though she does not condone their sexually promiscuous behavior, she identifies with the young. They, on the other hand, see her as a naive do-gooder, a politician's girlfriend, a person to be exploited and later preyed upon. Somehow-healthy young animals that they are-the teenagers sense instinctively that there is something wrong with Beth Moore's emotional makeup ... there is something smoky and unfocused about her eyes when she is watching them play, something sensually seductive emanating from her voluptuous body when she knows they are watching her.
The events build rapidly in Mr. Fremeyer's novel as beautiful Beth Moore volunteers to drive a campaign truck into the ghetto area to work for the election of a man who will help "the little people and the have-nots". This, Beth thinks, is all she wants out of life: to help people. But it is not until the lovely brunette finds herself involved with a teenaged gang leader in a deserted tenement house that the young girl really discovers what she wants out of life ... and her entire life is changed as a result of it.
This book is about people who inhabit the slums and streets of one of America's largest cities. It is, at times, brutal and uncompromising. Its language is succinct, candid, gutsy. It may, therefore, offend some readers who are not used to adult theme literature. For that reason we do not recommend the book to those who are easily offended or to the immature reader.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Beth Moore sat behind the wheel of the political campaign bus, humming as she drove through the streets of Chicago. The window was open and her long dark hair was blowing carelessly in the breeze. The vivacious brunette knew that she would have to be careful, since she'd never driven a VW bus before. The vehicle wasn't that big, but it seemed awfully easy to over steer.
She smiled, recalling now how she'd gotten the job and as she thought of the exciting months ahead working with the campaign trying to elect Attorney Claude Roberts for governor of Illinois. The favorite candidate of the liberal element, he had sent his campaign manager to the local University campus to enlist the students' aid in putting on a youth and minority-oriented campaign.
Beth was a graduate English major, with a twenty-four year old voluptuous body that drove the men crazy. She had long black hair, clear blue eyes, and sensually rounded hips that swayed in time to some secret music when she walked. She was aware of her natural beauty although she was very prim and reserved. Still a virgin by choice, the long-legged brunette wondered if there was something wrong with her. Men just didn't interest her, although there were times she felt strange quivering sensations in the pit of her belly when she tutored the young ghetto boys in what was euphemistically called "bone-head" English.
Beth had always been interested in helping the minority, poverty-stricken people; thus when she read about Claude Roberts' far-reaching plans concerning the ghetto area, she'd immediately decided to offer her help. The notice had been on the bulletin board in the University employment office. The many jobs included one that really interested her, one that she felt she could do easily. The Roberts' campaign needed someone to drive a bus with a loudspeaker into the depressed areas. Someone who could speak well in public and had a special feeling for minority people.
The first thing the campaign manager, James Benson noticed about the beautiful young girl who had come into his office was her sensual body. The grizzled political veteran knew this ghetto job was going to be a rigorous haul and momentarily wondered if she'd be able to take it. Although his sensitivities told him that she was a seriously dedicated girl who believed in a cause, he knew it was unusual for a young woman as beautiful as she to offer to take a bus into the ghetto. But, they needed someone to get the votes, and it was possible that she would be better than a man. She could enlist the sympathies of the women, and the men would follow blind just to get a look at her lushly ripened breasts and seductively swaying buttocks. After talking to her for fifteen minutes, Benson decided she would do.
"Miss Moore, I feel it my duty to tell you that the people you're going to be in contact with during the next few months are different from what you're used to. Oh, I know you've worked with the young people there, but you've never been alone before. So be careful." Benson said as he handed her the key to the beige colored bus.
"Don't worry about me, Mr. Benson. I can take care of myself. And I promise I'll do everything I can to elect Claude Roberts."
The attractive brunette smiled as she took the keys and shivered a little with excitement. This was a whole new concept for her. She'd worked in political campaigns many times, walking from door to door, but never anything as sophisticated as this. It was going to be great! Further, she could give the depressed men and women the assurance they needed because she really believed in the candidate. He was going to give poor and needy the pride and respect they so desperately deserved. He was the only man!
"This is where we want you to go today," Benson had said. "You'll take five other students with you and drop them off at their assigned streets, and then you will go to your designated location." The campaign manager instructed her, pointing to a map on the wall of the office. "The map and your itinerary are in that envelope and we expect you to follow it. That way we always know where to find you and Mr. Roberts can use it in his speeches. If someone should decide to go check it out, you'd better be where he says you are. You're the main character in this project. While the other students are going from door to door, you will use the loudspeaker to call everyone's attention to Roberts' campaign platform."
"I understand," Beth said, "and I realize the responsibility of the job. If someone should ask a question I can't answer, do you have a telephone number they can call?"
"Let them use the telephone in the bus to call this number, but it's also listed on the pamphlets. And if you should need anything ... or if someone gives you a bad time, feel free to call anytime," James Benson said, a pang of guilt crossing his mind as he instinctively knew she was much too innocent-too much of an idealist-for this tough a job. "I mean if the street gangs make it tough for you, just call. Now, go get 'em!"
"Thanks again, Mr. Benson," the young brunette said, feeling proud of her selection.
Beth had left James Benson's office and gone directly to the Student Affairs office, picked up the five students who were going with her, and after introductions she drove across town and dropped each student at his assigned street. It was going to be a great summer they'd all decided, and Beth was anxious to get started.
Now all alone, she swung the bus into a side street after driving away from the last stop, and brushed the hair from her eyes and slowed down so she could see the name of the cross street. Baker Street! That was the one she was looking for. There was supposed to be a factory close by, and she was going to be near there at noon when the workers were coming and going for lunch. She frowned as she searched for the number of the right building and smiled with relief when she saw the building up ahead with men and women milling around.
Somewhat apprehensive and uncertain, she drew up into the parking lot and stopped in a vacant space. Immediately she began to spiel off the planned speech and the campaign platform. She saw that most of the workers continued on their way without listening, but a few came to stand beside the bus. She had no sooner turned off the loudspeaker when she saw a bearded face peering in the open window at her.
"Hey, lady! What's it all about?"
"I'm campaigning for Attorney Claude Roberts for governor of our wonderful state," she said, confidently grinning at the now smiling face.
"Well, I'm Jack Lowe, and I'm a foreman here. I don't know about the rest of my friends, but I think they're all a bunch of goddamn crooks."
"That might be true of our current governor, but it isn't true with Mr. Roberts," Beth said, undaunted. "He's an honest upstanding man, and if he's elected, he'll see that you have better working conditions, better working privileges, and more than that, he believes in equality ... civil rights for all people."
"Whewwwwwww," Jack whistled. "That's a mouthful for a little girl like you! You really believe all that crap, honey?"
"I most certainly do! I believe in Mr. Roberts," Beth said indignantly.
"What's your name, baby doll?"
"I'm Beth Moore and I'm a student at the University."
"Well, Beth, if I thought you were right, I'd be the first man to vote for your Attorney Claude Roberts," Jack Lowe growled.
"I hope you do, Mr. Lowe, for I guarantee you I wouldn't be working for him if he wasn't a sincere, honest man." Beth reached over, picked up a hand full of leaflets, and got out of the bus. Standing among the tough looking men and women, she momentarily worried about what Mr. Benson had said. She felt the antagonism of the women as they looked at her expensive clothes, but the men were all staring in open admiration.
Jack took her arm and led her from one person to the other, introducing her as she handed each of them a printed pamphlet. Under-lined for this area was the number one item, explaining the candidate's civil rights promises.
"Promises ... promises ... we don't want promises, we want action," one muscular blonde woman snapped.
"Then give Mr. Roberts a chance and he'll give you action," Beth said sweetly.
"Come on over here, you pretty little thing, and have a beer with us, tell us more," Lowe said.
"I'm sorry, but I don't drink," she stammered, staring now for the first time around the circle of faces and saw the leering smiles on their faces. There were only two other females, and the rest were men. It wasn't difficult to see what the men were thinking about, and the women were just about the toughest females she'd ever seen in her whole life. Abruptly the naive brunette decided she'd better get back in the bus and drive away from here.
"Now, honey, if you want us to vote for your governor, then you'd better be friendly. What's wrong, don't you like us poor folks?"
"Of course, I like you! I wouldn't be here if I didn't," she said almost angrily as she turned and faced them again.
"Okay, then, have a beer," the factory foreman thrust a bottle into her hands, as all the men laughed.
Beth closed her eyes and downed the beer as quickly as possible, gasping for breath and choking on the taste of it. "Thank you," she said, no longer smiling at anyone, then turned and started back to the VW bus to leave.
"Where you going?" Jack said as he hurried to her side.
"To another street, and give out leaflets. I'll be back again," she stated uneasily, and opened the door to the bus.
"Okay, honey," the bearded young foreman said as he brazenly patted her smoothly rounded buttocks which were barely covered by her short mini-skirt.
"Don't do that," she snapped, shoving his hand away.
The other men had moved up to stand in a circle around her, and while Jack Lowe doubled up in laughter, she felt another hand reach under her skirt and caress her thigh. Swinging around in black anger, she hissed, "I said don't do that. What's wrong with you?"
Without waiting for a reply, she jumped into the bus and slammed the door behind her. The lock sounded loud and violent as she shoved it down and heard the men laughing at her. She felt soiled and disappointed at the way they treated her. Oh God! Didn't they realize that she was only trying to help them?
She backed the bus out of the parking lot and roared down the street. She was so angry, that she didn't see the name of the street she was supposed to take. After driving for a half hour, she decided she was lost and turned around to go back down Baker Street. Twenty minutes later she saw a high school up ahead and students leaving the campus. She pulled over to the curb where a group of young boys were standing and rolled down the window, "Hey," she yelled. "Can you tell me where Whitten Street is?"
One handsome young boy sauntered up to the bus, his hands shoved down in the pockets of his faded blue-jeans. Beth thought he was pretty typical of the area: tall and lean with smiling eyes and long dark hair with a "go to hell" attitude often achieved by teenagers. She felt his warmly glowing eyes taking in her short skirt and naked thighs as he stared into the VW window.
"What you want on Whitten Street?" the young boy asked casually, still openly staring at her naked thighs.
"I must have missed the street. I'm working for the governor's campaign. See the writing on the side of the bus?"
The teenager stepped back and read, "Vote for Mr. Claude Roberts, the working man's governor." He turned to the group of snickering boys standing at the curb and pointed at the bus. "How about that? The 'working man's governor'? Where's he stand on legalizing dope?" The gang laughed gleefully as the youth made a mock salute toward the enlarged photo of Roberts, then turned back to the girl driving the VW bus. "Why you working for a dumb thing like that?" he demanded as he moved back to the window. "I can think of much better things for a gal like you to be doing."
"Look, I'm Beth Moore," she said impatiently, "I'm a student at the University, and I'm campaigning for Mr. Roberts because I believe in him! Now, would you please tell me where Whitten Street is?"
"Howdy, Beth. I'm Joe Wilson, and I'm a student at yonder high school," he grinned as he pointed at the unpainted school building.
"All right, Joe...."
"That's my name, Beth," he interrupted before she could finish her sentence.
"Well, here, I'd like you and your friends to have these pamphlets. You can take them home to your parents and ask them to vote for Mr. Roberts," she said, trying to get the confidence of the young boy. He was probably a very nice youth, but like most teenagers of today, they were smart-alecs. She decided to appeal to his better nature.
"Please, Joe! I have to find Whitten Street. I promised I'd be there right now, and I'm lost. Won't you help me?"
"Yeah, sure! I'll help you. I live near Whitten Street. I'll even take you there," he grinned. "Just let me give these papers to my friends and I'm ready."
Thank God, Beth thought as she sighed and watched the campaign material being passed from one boy to the other until they were all reading the brochures. Reaching across the seat, she unlocked the other door. The youth quickly pulled it wide and hopped in beside her.
"I really appreciate this, Joe," the young campaign worker said, putting the bus in gear and heading in the direction he indicated. "I still don't understand how I could get so lost."
"It's easy down here. There's too many people living in the ghetto," the young boy said bitterly.
"Well, if Mr. Roberts is elected, he's going to change all that. He has some great ideas for clearing out these dirty old tenement houses."
"Yeah, I'll just bet! Shit, you can't believe all that crap!"
"I do! And you should, too! If only you people would trust a man who's trying to help you," Beth said wearily.
"You mean us people? What makes us so different from you? I guess because we don't have much money makes us all criminals."
"Look, I don't want to fight with you, Joe. I'm just trying to help underprivileged people who live in rat-infested poverty. Can't you understand that?"
"I'm sorry. It's not something I can talk about without getting pissed." The young boy sighed and then added, "We're almost there."
"That's a relief. I really screwed up, didn't I?" Beth laughed and was happy to see the man-child beside her grin in response. He had probably never known what it was to have a decent place to live or plenty of good food to eat. The youngsters in the ghetto seemed to grow up faster and tougher than the boys and girls in middle-class homes.
"There's the place where you want to go," Joe said, pointing to a building on the corner. "If you turn here you'll be on Whitten Street; and I live in the next block."
"Thank you so much! You've been just great," Beth reached over and patted his knee. Feeling the warm contact of the boy's muscular leg beneath his jeans, she jerked her hand back to the steering wheel as if she had been burned. And for some reason she found herself trembling in confusion.
"Say, the men won't be leaving the factory for a half hour," Joe said. "Why don't you find a good parking place and come see my old lady? You can tell her all about this Mr. Roberts that's gonna make her life so much easier."
"Why that's a great idea! I'll park in the front of the factory here. But, I have to be back before they start leaving."
"Sure, you can hear the whistle blowing all over the neighborhood," the teenager said with a sly grin on his young face. He'd see that this juicy do-gooder chick got back all right,. . but not until he found out what the sweet little bitch had up under her panties.
The naive young campaign worker didn't know it, but she was now in the hands of Whitten Street's better known con-artists! The tenement where she was going was vacant-a condemned building. Joe and his gang of teenage delinquents used it to hide out when an occasional victim complained to the cops and the heat was on. They only took people to their so-called "club-house" who wouldn't dare complain.
"Come on," the youth said as she took the key from the ignition and put it in her purse while at the same time stuffing it with pamphlets. "I'll give you a beer while you talk to my old lady."
"That's sweet of you, Joe. It's nice of you to be this kind to me."
As they walked down the cluttered sidewalk, and then up the dirty worn-out stairway, Beth shuddered at the thought of anyone living in a place like this. Oh God! No wonder she was working for Claude Roberts' election. He would change all this. Pausing for a second at the second landing, she said, "Joe! Does your mother work?"
"Nah! We're on welfare."
"Then you should be able to afford a better place than this," she said indignantly.
"Look, Beth, I have six brothers and sisters, and my grandma and grandpa live with us. Does that explain it?" Joe was acting, but he was doing a good job of it. His gang made enough money from pushing drugs and an occasional till-tap or mugging to keep them supplied with the necessities of life, but he did have six brothers and sisters, and they did live in a tenement house with only three bedroom rooms for the whole family. Where else could they find a place they could afford for that many people?
"My God! I never knew." The impulsive gasp of compassion escaped Beth's throat.
"Ah, it's okay! You get used to it," Joe said as he took the naive young girl's arm and went up the stairway to the third landing.
That was where the gang kept their headquarters! They were standing in front of the door before the dark-haired woman realized she hadn't heard a single sound in the building. She vaguely wondered why it was quiet if there were so many children there, but she shook her premonition off, and innocently followed the young boy through the now open door and into the room. There was two closed doors leading from the room they were now in, and Beth was shocked at the few pieces of furniture scattered around the walls.
Suddenly, she heard a low moan that made her jump. "What was that?" she asked.
"Just the kids playing, I guess," he said with a grin. Christ, no one could be as dumb as this broad.
"But it sounded like someone is sick!"
"I wouldn't worry about it," Joe took her hand and said, "Come on, let's see."
Beth shivered at the cunning grin that suddenly creased the young boy's face. Momentarily she doubted that he could be trusted, but then, that was ridiculous! After all, he had offered to introduce her to his mother. She followed him to the door and he cracked it, keeping his hand on the doorknob. She saw a room full of litter and there were two dirty mattresses on the floor. She could see at least three teenagers and beer cans were scattered all around. It was terrible! No one had to live like this! No one!
The young campaign worker tried to open the door wider, but Joe held it and nodded for her to lean forward for a better view. She peered through the crack and gasped at the lewd scene inside the room. The figures of a young boy and girl were nakedly entwined on the mattress nearest the door. With growing disbelief, Beth stared at the lean body of the teenage girl as she giggled lasciviously and pulled away from the boy's reach. She had long blonde hair and her budding young breasts were glistening from the boy's saliva. The young man grabbed her, and Beth saw his naked loins with his hard youthful penis standing up proudly against his tautened belly. They began kissing passionately with their mouths wide open as the girl squirmed under him, encouraging him as he massaged her teenage breasts, and rubbed his lust-hardened erection against her naked thigh.
Shocked and ashamed, Beth watched as the other youth joined them on the mattress. He rolled over to lay beside the two naked youngsters while at the same time stroking his own long hard penis in a slow and obscene manner. Opening her eyes, the young girl on the soiled mattress saw the second boy, and she reached out to encircle her fingers around his virilely pulsing penis and started rhythmically pumping up and down. Wantonly then, she spread her legs, revealing the pink, wetly gleaming slit of her hair-lined little vagina.
As Beth stared in horrified fascination, she saw the first young boy slide down the full length of the girl's nakedly writhing body and bury his face in the moist flesh up between her legs. The three teenagers wantonly cavorted on the mattress, unaware of the two pairs of eyes staring through the crack of the door.
"Stick your tongue in my cunt, Max," the teenage girl cried, lifting her hips in obscene invitation.
Beth regained her senses enough to jerk back away from the door only to collide with Joe who was now standing behind her, looking over her shoulder. "Be quiet and don't make any noise," he whispered. Roughly, he held her in place as he clutched her around the waist and placed his knee between her slightly spread legs. Beth could do nothing but gawk at the carnality being performed in the room in front of her. Never in her virginal life had she thought of things like this actually happening with fourteen and fifteen year-olds. She'd heard of kids talking about it, but she thought they were just imagining the thing ... or high on drugs!
The young campaign worker knew she should stop them, but she couldn't move. It was just as though she were glued to the spot with Joe holding her up from behind. Vaguely, she wondered why she was even staying here watching the lewd spectacle. The obscene event was making her feel weak, and in spite of her horror, she could feel her own vagina beginning to throb with a wet excitement.
The one boy still lay beside the writhing couple stroking his hard jerking penis, watching his friend fuck his tongue in and out of the girl's widespread vagina. Then, groaning in lewd hunger, she reached over, grabbed his long slender cock and pulled it toward her wetly ovaled mouth. A second later, she closed her eyes in rapture and began sucking greedily, her naked body writhing in abandonment as she spread her thighs still wider and doubled her knees up allowing the rapier-like tongue to probe deeper into her moistly glistening pussy.
As her ecstasy became too much for her, the young blonde pulled her lewdly sucking mouth off the second boy's saliva-coated cock and groaned, "Keep doing it, Max ... lick it harder ... oh, lover ... harder." her rounded buttocks began to plunge up and down, thrusting them high up into the devouring mouth of the youth. "Don't stop ... don't ever stop eating my pussy, Max baby," she wailed. Her head tossed back and forth in lewd delight for a moment, and then she motioned to the other boy to return to her obscenely opened mouth.
Beth stared in hypnotic shock as her own irregular breath came fast and rasping while the naked teenage girl on the mattress in the other room squirmed into a bend-double position. Her wetly ovaled lips slowly slid over the lust-swollen cock-head of the boys' long hard cock, and she took the full length up inside her mouth. Her lips tightened around the thick pulsating shaft and she began sucking with a wanton hunger. Slowly, she moved her hips in time to the youthful penis fucking in and out of her mouth, while at the same time the boy she called Max thrust his tongue back and forth in her moistly heated cunt. The three naked youngsters writhed in carnal bliss, creating an obscene tantalizing rhythm that was contagious in its excitement.
Beth's brain was in a turmoil. She felt as if she would faint if she had to look another second. Shifting her widespread feet, the campaign worker tried to move backwards, but Joe's groin was shoved against her from behind. With a sudden thrill, she realized she could feel his hardened cock beneath his clothing, pressing against her trembling buttocks. She was surprised to hear his breath rasping with the same excitement as her own. The lascivious scene inside the room was obscenely vulgar, but she could never admit that it was arousing her baser emotions. Still, though, there was no denying the heated moisture dripping from her hotly throbbing vagina and soaking the nylon crotchband of her bikini panties.
Never in her whole life had she felt this aroused with the older boys and males she'd dated. She'd always been able to refuse the older ones because she simply didn't want them to make love to her. Now, however, she knew she was feeling raw animal lust and, in spite of her disgust at the perverted scene in the other room, it was easily the most exciting thing she'd ever seen. Somehow she'd always known that younger boys would someday arouse her to a sensual awakening. She could still remember the erotic tingles of expectation up and down her spine when the teenagers at the minority school where she'd tutored had used dirty four letter words. But there in school, she'd always done the proper thing and reprimanded them for being obscene, never admitting how their crude words had brought surge after surge of excitement to her wickedly tingling cunt.
And now as she stared at the lewd scene of the two boys and the blonde teenage girl on the mattress in the next room, she became even more excited as the lewd tempo of oral sex increased. Too, Joe was adding to her arousal by pressing into her buttocks from behind, and she could feel her trembling thighs being forced further apart as he slid his knee back and forth, causing an ecstatic friction on her already flowing vagina.
The young girl on the mattress in the other room had her lips tightly ovaled around the youthful penis inside her mouth; her eyes were closed in rapture as she writhing under Max's obscene tongue fucking. Beth began to unconsciously imitate her lewdly thrusting movements, slowly rotating her ass-cheeks back against Joe's rock-hard erection still inside his tight jeans.
God, she was hot! This evil perverted scene was so contagiously wicked! With a sense of despair and growing hunger, the young brunette realized she would like to be doing what the teenage girl was doing on the mattress. She wanted to suck a warm pulsing penis; she wanted someone's tongue slipping in and out of her wildly throbbing vagina. The student campaign worker closed her eyes in shivering lust as she realized where her thoughts had led her. Oh God! Something bad was wrong with her! She had to be sick to just stand here and observe this perverted scene ... and if anyone found out about it, she'd be finished with the governor's campaign!
Silently she fought the grip Joe had on her hips, trying desperately to get away, but an animal-like grunt filled her with frozen shock, and she ceased all movement as she stared back into the room beyond the cracked door. Then only dimly aware of what she was doing, she leaned forward again to see better, a movement that spread her smoothly rounded buttocks even wider.
Joe immediately took full advantage of it, pressing his hard throbbing cock into her softly yielding ass-cheeks. Quickly, he unzipped the opening to his Levi's, and his erection jumped out as if it were spring-loaded. Quietly, he lifted the hem of the back of her shirt and pressed forward; there was nothing between his hardened flesh and the young woman's nylon covered buttocks. Wondering if she would protest, he placed both hands on her trembling breasts and eased forward, slowly pushing the head of his nakedly jerking penis against her desire-dampened panties, feeling his cock slipping along the nylon and her sleek inner thighs. Sawing back and forth, he could feel his lewd desire building inside him, and fought the momentary desire to throw her on the floor and rape the hell out of her right now.
Beth's feverishly pulsating pussy lips were swelling and straining against the restricting band of her panties. Her vagina felt hot and wet, and her clitoris had become hard and throbbing. Oh God, she wanted to reach down and caress her love-starved pussy like she did at night when she was in bed alone, but she couldn't with Joe behind her. Now, she could feel his rigid teenage shaft sliding back and forth across her wetly heated vaginal slit, and she trembled uncontrollably, wanting him to slip it deep up inside her quivering cuntal passage. Oh, how she wanted it! Suddenly, her cock-hungering vagina took command of her body, and she began wantonly writhing with the overpowering need to be satisfied by this sixteen year old boy. Unaware of the gasping sounds escaping her lips, she began to moan with an obscene hunger.
In the room in front of her, the boy with his pistoning young penis in the girl's hungrily sucking mouth was groaning as his body jerked faster, and Beth's eyes glazed with lust as the boy went wild, fucking the girl's wetly ovaled lips with a sadistic speed that threatened to choke her. The girl sucked harder hanging onto his youthful buttocks, pulling him forward with each thrust, forcing his penis deeper in her throat.
Then it happened! "Suck harder ... harder! Oh shit, baby! Here comes a mouthful...." The boy's naked body went stiff, shaking in ecstatic spasms as he forcefully ejaculated his heated sperm in the girl's desperately sucking mouth. The teenage girl's throat worked faster and faster, swallowing and gasping for air to keep from choking, and then-still not satisfied she sucked and licked at the deflating cock, cleaning it of every drop of his hot young semen.
Without warning, the boy called Max who had been voraciously licking at the blonde teenager's widespread cunt, climbed up over her breasts, placed his hard slender penis against her saliva-glistening cuntal slit and rammed his thickened shaft to the hilt deep up inside her taut little belly.
Beth wanted to die! God, she was so turned-on that she was vibrating with obscene lust! She felt Joe remove his hands from her aching breasts, and she was helpless to prevent him from pulling the crevice between her quivering ass-cheeks open wide. A second later, the young campaign worker felt the damp nylon of her bikini panties being forced deep into her heatedly throbbing pussy slit. She didn't stop him, or even try! She wanted this handsome teenage boy to do it ... wanted his tender young penis shoved up inside her hungrily clasping cunt and fill her ... ease her need! She wiggled her buttocks backwards against the boy's hardened cock, forcing it to slide forward across her painfully distended clitoris. She gasped in lewd delight as a wave of rapture inundated her awkwardly posed body.
Her eyelids fluttered in expectation as Joe pressed in harder, just as though he knew exactly what she wanted him to do; and the hot thrill-as his warmly pulsing penis touched her naked inner thigh-shivered through her loins. Her trembling became more pronounced as Joe slowly reached down and slid the narrow, passion-drenched crotchband of her panties aside. And then, his heated young cock made an electrifying contact with her moistly quivering pussy slit.
At once he began thrusting back and forth in obscene abandon as his powerful hands locked on her panty-clad buttocks, holding her in place.
Beth no longer had control of herself! She felt as if her mind would blank out when she felt his hot naked hardness rubbing against her sensitive clitoris and then back across her swollen vaginal lips, only to repeat the movement over and over again until she thought she would scream. Staring through lust-slitted eyes she could see the young blonde on the mattress in the room in front of her lewdly writhing with wide-split buttocks as Max's hard thrusting cock slammed in and out of her pussy in a staccato rhythm. And the frantically trembling brunette knew that was exactly what she wanted too.
In the other room, the teenage girl threw back her head and cried out, "Oh shit ... ,yes, Max ... yes ... I dig it! Fuck me ... fuck me ... ,Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhh, yes ... watch me, Don! Watch Max and me fuck!" she stammered to the naked young boy lying in a relaxed state beside her.
Yes! Yes! Beth thought, do it to her ... fuck her while I watch! She tried to slow her breathing while Joe clasped her around the waist and slammed his long naked cock back and forth across her hotly throbbing vaginal slit. The very idea of a teenage boy doing these lewdly delightful things to her stoked the fire in the campaign worker's loins even higher while she watched the three naked teenagers on the mattress in the room in front of her.
Beth stared in amazement as she saw the youth lying beside the girl, the one who had just come, in the blonde's mouth, getting another erection ... so soon! His slender young penis was already hard and standing up again, the cock-head touching the side of the girl's nakedly grinding ass-cheeks.
Behind her, Joe let out a gurgling sigh of need as he reached down in front of her and slowly inserted the tip of his outstretched middle finger into her moistly throbbing cunt. At the same time, she felt him push his hotly pulsating penis against her anal opening, and she flinched as the lust-swollen tip tried to enter her puckered little hole. God! Even that felt good! She moaned softly in hunger as she ground her almost naked buttocks back against the handsome teenaged boy's hard pulsing cock.
Joe grinned in lewd triumph as he gently stroked the twenty-four year old brunette's wildly twitching vaginal lips, making them become even wetter. Deliberately he ran his thumbnail over her erect little clitoris which he could feel straining out in definite need. Her uncontrolled groan was muffled by the panting youth who was fucking into the wanton young girl on the mattress. Beth heard the blonde moaning, "No ... ,not yet ... no, don't cum ... I'm not ready...." as she pumped her naked hips upward slamming her cuntal crevice into Max's exploding cock, fighting to achieve her own climax.
At the same time, Joe was pressing closer in from behind Beth, his finger expertly fucking in and out of her widespread vagina while his rubbery cock-head pressed against her quivering rectal opening and slid back and forth through her soft satiny slit. Mindless to everything but the fact that what the young boy was doing to her felt better than anything she'd ever had in her whole life, Beth watched the girl shove Max off onto the mattress and quickly climb over the other teenager who was still stroking his renewed erection. Without hesitation or resistance, his slender cock slid up inside the kneeling blonde's wetly writhing pussy slit as she frantically ground her loins down against his virile hardness.
Beth stared through lust-blurred eyes at the girl's greedily pumping hips as she slammed up and down on the boy's hardened penis. And then, she felt Joe behind her remove his finger and shift into a new position. She was so aroused now that when she felt his heatedly pulsating penis pushing at the virginal opening of her cuntal passage, she gasped with a gurgling wail. Eagerly, she leaned forward, wanting him to hurry up and put it in! To fill her love-starved cunt with his wonderful teenage flesh! Oh God! She had to get out of here and let him fuck her! All thought of her campaigning duties had been erased from her mind, and now there was nothing but her hungering desire to be relieved of this implacable hunger in her loins.
Suddenly, she realized that all movement had stopped in the room and the blonde girl was saying, "I heard something!"
Beth choked back the moan that threatened to escape her lust-constricted throat as she felt Joe's pulsating penis trying to penetrate her virginal pussy. Yet, she couldn't move, even though she knew she stood a chance of being seen. She didn't care! Oh God! Yes! That really was what she wanted-all three youths could make love to her ... fuck her!
And then, just as she was about to push back and impale her virginal cunt on Joe's lurching hardness, she felt him pull away from her, his youthful penis jerking from her hungering slit. Turning in surprise, she gasped, "What is it?"
"I just heard someone coming up the stairs," he forced his already wilting cock inside his pants and quickly zipped them up, and then exploded at her gaping stare, "Get your goddamned clothes straightened out. Hurry. It might be the cops!"
His words were like cold water dashed in her face, but she quickly did as he ordered. No sooner had she moved back, letting her skirt fall into place, then he grabbed her by the hand and raced for the door. They were practically running down the steps when they saw two young boys and a girl who looked a tired thirteen coming up from the second floor landing.
"Hi, Joe! Who's the skirt?" one of the boys asked, grinning lewdly.
"None of your fucking business," he rasped as he pushed Beth in front of him and down the stairs.
"Wait a minute," she said, "Let me get my breath."
"Not until we're in your VW. We can finish what we started there. We'll fuck there."
His obscene phrase shocked her back to complete reality, and by the time they arrived at the parked bus, Beth was able to rasp, "No! We won't finish anything. Now or ever!"
"Aw, come on! I know you liked what we were doing."
"Joe, it's not a nice thing to do. I admit I lost my head, but we shouldn't do awful things like that," she said, trembling almost uncontrollably. "I'm a virgin, and you almost ... in another few seconds, you would have ... you'd...." she couldn't finish the horrible words.
"Well, I know you love it, and I'm gonna get me a piece of that tight little pussy ... like now!" He reached for the keys she was holding, but she jerked her hand away.
"No! You'd better go, or I'll scream!"
His eyes narrowed, "You aren't shitting! You would scream!" He shrugged in defeat. "Okay, babe, you win this time, but there'll be others! Don't you ever forget that! I guess I'll have to settle for a little of the stuff upstairs." He laughed as he walked back toward the house.
Shivering with fear and disgust at her own unexpectedly lewd conduct, Beth opened the VW bus door and sat for a few minutes until she felt calm enough to drive. There was absolutely no way she could talk to voters this afternoon!
She'd never be able to face all those leering male faces. Not after what had almost happened to her a few minutes before. My God, they'd surely be able to smell the animal heat on her, and it would be hours before her panties dried.
The troubled campaign worker drove away from the curb, and headed toward the pick-up point for her fellow workers. She shuddered! Hopefully, this would be the last time she'd ever have to come to this awful street.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning Beth awakened with a headache and felt as though she hadn't slept a wink all night. She'd tortured herself for hours trying to find an answer to her own lewd response to what had happened with Joe yesterday. God Almighty! She had to be sick and really need a psychiatrist to have encouraged the teenager the way she had. She could have forced him to let her go ... or run out the door and down the stairs before he could stop her! But, she hadn't! She had stood there and enjoyed every titillating second of the vile thing he was doing to her. But worst of all had been the undeniable fact that she wanted him to put his lust-hardened penis up inside her vagina, and had been actually disappointed when he'd taken it away. If they hadn't been interrupted the second they had, she would no longer be a virgin. She would have been deflowered by a teenaged boy she had met only moments before!
Beth knew in her heart that she wouldn't have stopped Joe from shoving his lean hips forward and slowly sliding his wonderfully pulsating cock up into her belly. And that frightened her badly. Now, the troubled young brunette mentally made a promise that she'd never put herself in that position again. The men at the factory had been crude and insulting, but she'd been able to handle her emotions with the adults. But Joe? She'd been completely helpless around him, had been shamelessly aroused by the sight of the two other naked teenaged boys. No, in the future she'd have to be very careful when she was among young males and force herself to stay aloof. It was obvious to her now that her earlier predilection for ghetto boys hadn't been a momentary observation. She simply was not capable of controlling her attraction for teenage youths.
The troubled brunette dragged herself out of bed and was just opening the bathroom door when the telephone rang. The deep professional voice of Mr. Benson penetrated her weary brain as he asked about her first day of campaigning.
Suddenly she was blurting out all her doubts. "It was all right, I guess, but it's not easy to talk to those people. They don't believe a word I say, and they don't trust anyone," she sighed into the telephone and then continued, "I don't know Mr. Benson! I don't think they care who becomes governor."
"Beth! Let's not be formal. Call me James since we are working together." The older man sensed the girl's anxiety. What the hell could have happened to change her enthusiasm so quickly? Thoughtfully, he added, "Now, look honey, ignore their tougliness. They're just human like you and me. You have to convince them there's a difference between Claude Roberts and the incumbent."
"Okay, James! I'll try."
"Listen! I think you should go back to the same streets again today. They've had time to think about what you said, and a quick follow-up might be just the thing to show them we mean business."
"Again? Today? The same streets?"
"What's wrong, Beth? Did something happen yesterday?" he asked curiously, the tone of her voice disturbing him.
"No! Of course not! It's just that I came home very discouraged last night," she mumbled. "I'll be all right. I'll do whatever you say."
"Okay. Take the other students to the new streets out-lined in your itinerary, but you go back to the same factories. Just the way you did yesterday. I'll call Roberts and tell him we've changed our plans, in case he's planning a street appearance somewhere."
"I passed a high school and gave the students some pamphlets to take home to their parents," she said as an after thought.
"That's great! I knew you'd take the initiative and reach more people than the average campaign worker." He was silent for a few seconds. Jesus, could some of those tough punks down there have given her a bad time?
"Are you still there, Mr. Benson ... I mean James?"
"Yeah, I was just thinking. Listen, if you ever have any trouble with the men, you get on that telephone right away and call me. I'll come running!"
"Nothing's going to happen," she said with a false lilt to her voice, intuitively sensing that he'd suspected something was wrong. "I can still take care of myself ... in broad daylight!"
"Till tomorrow then, goodbye!"
Beth said so long and then hung up. She hurried to the bathroom and, after showering, dressed for the day. This time she wore clothes designed to hide her voluptuous body. But when the beautiful young girl stared in the mirror she realized she hadn't been very successful in concealing her lushly ripened curves. If anything, the capri pants-which looked molded to her body-accentuated her sensual femininity.
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It wasn't until Beth had dropped off the volunteers from the University campus at their respective streets that she began to shiver with anxiety. The smiling courageous face she'd up on for the other campaign workers melted and was replaced with one white with apprehension. God! She was such a baby! Nothing could happen as long as she stayed in the bus. She'd hand out pamphlets through the open window today, keeping the door locked, and just drive around using the loudspeaker when she had nothing else to do.
With renewed courage she drove into the parking lot of the factory she'd visited yesterday. Sitting behind the steering wheel, waiting for the men to come out for lunch, she noticed many things that she hadn't seen the day before. This belonged to a non-union rubber manufacturer. The grubby factory buildings looked almost palatial compared to the smoke-grimed filthy tenements that surrounded it.
That was the big problem behind the ghetto, she thought, the money was in the hands of a few wealthy people and the poor didn't have a chance. Beth was far from being communistic, but she was a definite slogan-chanting liberal, and always had been. She hated the Viet Nam war and she hated the draft. She'd been in many anti-war demonstrations and worked with the Peace Committee. But, she didn't like drugs and that made her almost an outcast with most of her peers. She didn't particularly care, knowing she'd still have her intellect when the dope-heads couldn't hack it any longer. Besides, she'd never been very popular anyway. Most of her friends called her a book worm and ignored her after a few refusals to their invitations.
But more than anything else, Beth hated poverty. Her eyes filled with tears at the thought that handsome young Joe had to live in that terrible house with his entire family. It was impossible for her to comprehend the way they must sleep, all together. My God! Maybe that had been his sister and two brothers fucking in that room yesterday. That would be ... incest! How terrible....
The young campaign worker shook herself out of the reverie when she saw the men and women begin pouring out of the building. Reaching for the speaker, she began her spiel about the generosity and integrity of the man she was working for, Attorney Claude Roberts.
Her voice carried loud and strong as she saw a few of the hurrying masses pause to listen to what she was saying. Several of the men and women who had stood around the VW yesterday came over and greeted her with smiles.
"Hi toots!" Jack Lowe reached through the window and patted her shoulder. "How's tricks, Babe?"
Beth continued to speak into the loudspeaker, trying to ignore the big bearded man who was staring at her. Finally, announcing the final reason why the people should vote for Mr. Roberts for governor of Illinois, she pushed the "off" button on the microphone and sighed, "What'd you think of that, Mr. Lowe?"
"Well, if that man does everything he says he's gonna do, he'll be a busy fucking governer," the tough-looking foreman growled. "I don't believe a word of that shit myself, but I believe you think he's an honest man."
"But, I'm telling you he'll do everything he says," she snapped, angry at him for using obscenities in front of her. "He's going to speak on television tonight. Why don't you watch him at eight o'clock and judge for yourself?"
"I might just do that, but I'll tell you something, honey. I'll vote for him anyway. You're such a cute little thing, I'd do anything and I do mean anything-you asked me to do." He grinned and reached down to pat her on the thigh.
"Don't do that, Mr. Lowe. I'm not just some kind of street walker for you to paw at," she said indignantly.
"I'm sure sorry, honey. I didn't do anything," Jack Lowe pulled his hand back in obvious surprise and with just a tone of asperity in his voice.
"I just don't like the way you put your hands on me and use filthy words in your speech." Beth ignored him and reached for the printed leaflets to pass out the window to the men and women surrounding the bus.
"Well, boys, we're not good enough for the young lady ... not educated enough ... or rich enough. Ain't that the way it always is," the young bearded foreman said as he stepped back from the window.
"Yeah, they always say they want to help us, but all the time they're looking down their nose at us like we're some kind of cockroach," the same muscular blonde woman from the day before shouted as she spat on the hood of the bus.
"I'm sorry, Jack. I didn't mean to give you that impression. I like you, but I simply don't understand you." Beth knew she had to placate the man in order to keep peace. She was on a mission of good will, and besides he seemed to be the spokesman for the other men and could influence them one way or another. Maybe this job was too much for her to handle! Right now they seemed just too rough and disgusting for her to feel sorry for.
The young factory foreman stood silent while she distributed the pamphlets through the window, sullenly staring at her. She smiled at him as she drove away, and some of the men and women waved and yelled goodbye to her, but Jack Lowe stood with his arms by his side, still suffering from her put-down.
The closer she came to the high school on Baker Street where she'd met Joe Wilson, the more her hands trembled. Oh, if she could just get past without seeing the youth, she might be able to handle the rest of the day. Traffic was heavy during the noon hour and she stayed in the right lane, as far away from the school building on the left as she could get. Trying to keep cars between her and the far curb, she was surprised to find she'd passed the area and was a block away from the school. Breathing a sigh of relief, she began to hum a catchy little tune while she searched for the right cross street.
A few minutes later Beth parked the VW bus near the building on Whitten Street where Joe had told her to go yesterday, and pulled out her brown bag lunch. She'd found the street with little difficulty today and was proud of herself.
Nibbling at her food as her nerves slowly settled down from the earlier tension, Beth tried to analyze the poverty-stricken people in the ghetto. There was every minority race that you could think of living in these streets. She casually stared at the men and women as they trudged along the sidewalks. There were derelicts, obvious prostitutes propositioning the passing men, criminals, people on welfare, sick and disillusioned human beings with nowhere else to go ... and there were people who looked completely happy with their lot in life, people who seemed content in these squalid surroundings. The idealistic young girl felt tears well up in her eyes; she wanted to throw her arms around all of them and look into their faces and say, "I care about you-about what happens to you!"
Oh God, she thought, there must be a way to equal out the prosperity in this country! If only Mr. Roberts could get elected it would be a step in the right direction. There had been times when she'd thought about going into welfare rather than become a teacher, then she decided she could do more good by working with the young people, encouraging them to get a good education and fight back.
Suddenly, Beth realized she was listening to the factory whistle blowing. As the first workers began pouring out of the building, she reached for the microphone to give them the campaign propagandas. A large crowd of people gathered around the bus, and the serious looks on their faces gave Beth the impressions they were actually listening, hanging on to every word she said. When she finished speaking, she reached for the leaflets and, without thinking of her earlier resolve to keep the doors locked, got out of the bus and began to pass through the crowd. She smiled and greeted everyone, including the curious children who had stopped playing and ran to join the men and women.
Then the majority of the group slowly dispersed, leaving the young campaign worker alone with only half a dozen or so tough looking characters. Beth looked around and was not at all pleased with the results of her efforts. Most of the printed pamphlets lay discarded in the streets. Now she returned to the bus and, once inside, sat listening to the few stragglers who were hanging around talking in loud voices, using the most obscene words Beth had ever heard. She shook her head and sighed at the ignorance of people who wouldn't listen or even try to find out the truth about the political candidates who represented them. They had evidently given up the idea that they would ever be anything but poor and depressed.
Fighting back her tears of disappointment and frustration she reached for the ignition key, but her hand froze in mid-air at the sound of a voice behind her, "Hello, Pussycat!"
"Joe! What are you doing here? How ... how did you get in?" The young campaign worker's voice choked in sudden fear as she turned and stared at the grinning teenager. , "Well, baby, while you were doing your Christian duty, I snuck inside and hid." He grinned up at her from his sitting position on the floor of the bus behind the driver's seat.
"You get out ... right now!" Beth snapped, opening the door and pointing toward it.
"Oh no ... not this time," the young boy smirked as he got up and moved to the passenger seat beside her. "You just start moving. I'll tell you where to go."
"I won't do it, Joe! I'll call for help," she said, a quiver of burgeoning excitement at the same time shooting through her angry body.
"I said get moving, and that's just what I mean! No one'll help you here, this is my territory! Shit, I'll just tell them you kidnapped me." Laughing at her apprehensive expression, he slowly slid his hand up her long slender thigh, enclosed in the tight capri pants.
"Please, Joe!" she pleaded, all the time trying to figure a way out of her situation. "I have to go pick up the students who are working on the other streets."
"You can beg later. As a matter-of-fact, I like a broad who begs to be fucked," he said, leering at her voluptuous body.
"Don't talk to me like that! Look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I don't know what got into me, but I'm not like that. I ... I'm a lady!"
"Good! I never fucked a lady before, pussycat, much less a virgin!" The young boy sat back in the seat and sighed, "You did say a real live virgin! I can't believe it!"
"It's true! Please ... please get out and let me go."
"No! No!" Joe snapped, "Now get moving before I ask someone to help Me!"
Beth tried to protest once more, but Joe reached over and shoved his hand up between her legs and brutally pinched the outline of her fleshy vaginal lips under the capri pants. She winced at the pain, feeling a growing despair with the knowledge that the teenager could be cruel ... and would be, too, if she didn't do what he wanted. All Beth could do now was get off the street without creating an incident so she could protect Mr. Roberts' good name. What would people think about her employer if they were to find out about the lewd incident in the tenement house where Joe had taken her yesterday?
With a deep sigh of resignation she started the engine and slowly drove away. She had driven only to the first stop light a block away when the youth told her to turn left. She made a quick turn and immediately was told to turn left again. Suddenly, she realized that they were in the alleyway to the building where Joe lived ... where she'd visited before. Her hands trembled on the wheel, and she frantically tried to think of a way out for both of them. A way to convince the boy that what he was doing was wrong, while at the same time, not insult him.
"Look, Joe! I don't know why you're doing this, but it's wrong! Don't you know this is no way to help your people? Don't waste precious time! Use every minute to better yourself, get a good education and work to eliminate all ghettos." Her speech finished, she turned to look into his slitted eyes, and knew he wasn't buying a word she said.
"Look, you fucking cunt, you might feed some screwballs with that shit, but not me! I know better," he rasped in a voice that sounded a hundred years old.
"Joe! You shouldn't feel that way. You're only a little kid!"
"A kid my eye! I'll show you what kind of kid I am when I get you inside on that mattress!"
"I'm not going," she said firmly. "You'll have to drag me in and that would cause a little trouble, wouldn't it?" she smiled.
"We'll see about that! How would you like me to place an anonymous phone call to the campaign headquarters of your fancy Mr. Claude Roberts? I'll tell him you're a child molester ... that you like to tease young boys! Remember? There were some witnesses of you and me coming downstairs yesterday."
"Joe, you wouldn't do that ... would you?" she gasped, knowing she had to stop him at all costs.
"You bet your cute little ass I would," he snapped. "Now get over there to that parking space and shut up."
Beth saw the place where he was pointing and pulled to the curb, cutting off the engine. She was shaking with renewed fear, knowing now that there was no way out for her. The only thing she could do was try to keep him from actually raping her. Just at that moment she saw a young boy strolling up to the parked VW and straight toward the rolled down window where Joe sat. Oh God! Maybe she could get help from him.
"Hi, man!" the strange youth greeted Joe. "You holding?"
"Sure! Need some?"
"Yeah, man! I'm real low down!"
"How much?" Joe asked while digging his hand in his pocket.
"Gimme a couple joints now, but I'd like about a dozen later if you got it," the youth said as he pulled out a couple of dollars and passed them through the window to Joe. The sale was made as Beth stared in amazement, too shocked to speak as she saw the passing of two brown cigarettes.
"See ya!" Joe said as the other boy ran down the street. Then, turning to the gaping brunette, he rasped, "What the hell you gawking at?"
"But ... but ... that was marijuana!"
"So...."
"You're a common dope pusher!"
"What do ya mean common? Man, I got class," the teenager sounded tough and experienced, yet still had the laughter of a child.
"You have class, all right," Beth sighed. "You're the classiest enemy poor people have. God, if they only knew the terrible damage you're doing to the other children, they'd kick you out of the city."
"I take it you don't believe in drugs," he muttered as he reached for the door handle. "I suppose you're one of the bastards who don't want them to legalize grass. I just bet you are!"
"You're right there, Joe. I hate what it does to kids ... and grown-ups too! I'd like to see every single pusher in jail! Including you!"
"Well, that ain't gonna happen any time soon, so get out." He seemed to change his mind and slid back over beside her. Reaching across to the left door he opened it and growled, "Move!"
There was nothing for Beth to do but get out or be dumped in the street. She stood by the side of the bus while Joe got out and took the keys from the ignition. "I'll keep these in case you get ideas!"
"Joe! I'm begging you to let me go. I promise not to say a word about your selling drugs, or that you tried to force me. I'll forget all about it! Please!"
Grabbing her by the arm he roughly pushed her across the street. They went into the rickety building where he'd taken her yesterday, and she knew it would be hopeless to scream. She meekly walked up the stairs beside him, shaking uncontrollably with a strange feeling that was a combination of fear and vague excitement at having Joe touch her again.
They reached the third level and the youth quickly unlocked the closed door. He pushed her inside the room and followed her, relocking it behind him.
"That should give me all the privacy I need," he snickered, "to fuck the shit outta you, Pussycat!"
Beth glared at the youth and snapped, "Well, we'll just see about that. You can't make me! Not if I fight you!"
"You won't fight for long," he answered, viciously grabbing the campaign worker by the arm and yanking her to the other room with the soiled mattresses on the floor. The same room where she'd seen the teenage orgy!
"Take your clothes off," Joe ordered the older woman. "Unless, you want me to tear them off."
"I'm not going to take anything off," she said as she sat down on the edge of the mattress. "You can try getting rough, but if you do, you'd better kill me because I swear I'll turn you in to the police ... no matter how much I like you."
"Don't give me that shit. Nobody gives a damn about me; in your eyes I'm just a no-good punk."
Impulsively, Beth reached out and grabbed his hand. "Joe! Joe ... Joe! Don't say that. Don't even think it! There's nothing to prevent you from becoming anything you want to be if you'll just work at it." She took a deep breath, her ripely straining breasts quivering with emotion under her sweater as her face softened. "And in spite of your gruff demeanor and dirty talk, you're a nice kid ... and I do like you ... as a human being!"
"Okay, I'm a nice kid. You're right, I won't rape you. Let's have a smoke instead." Beth heard the tenderness in his voice, and it was such a change from his previous tone, that she stared at him in wonder.
"You're really not so tough, are you?" she asked in a quiet voice. "You're just a lost little boy."
"You could be right! I just do what I have to, Beth." He filled his voice wth self-pity, sat down beside her and bowed his head. There were more ways than one to get at this naive little bitch!
"That's all I can do!"
"I'm sorry, Joe! I know it's rough living in a place like this ... and being so poor. But selling drugs is not the answer."
"It buys food for my entire family ... and medicine for my mother," he sighed deeply, sneaking a glance at the face of the distraught young girl, checking to see if his approach was working.
Unaware of being conned, Beth patted him on the shoulder and said, "I'll help you. I'll try and find you a decent job to work at while you go to school, and when you finish high school I'll get you an EOP Grant at the University and see that you get a good education."
"That's nice of you, Beth. I wish it was that easy." He slid closer to her and folded his hands in front of him.
"It's okay! Trust me! I want to help you." Unknowingly, Beth was stroking his jean-covered thigh while she spoke, and she didn't really become aware of what she was doing until she felt an odd sensation flowing from her loins. Abruptly, brilliant images of the lewd orgy that was held here on this same mattress the day before began flickering through her mind. Oh God! It was as if the salacious spectacle had just happened! She was getting shamelessly excited again ... like she had yesterday when Joe was sawing his warmly pulsating cock across her sensitive vaginal slit. There was something erotically fascinating about sitting here and quietly talking to the boy who just a few minutes ago had threatened to rape her. She wasn't afraid any more ... not of Joe! But what about herself? She'd have to be very careful or she'd be the one doing the seducing.
"I do trust you, Beth! I really do!"
"How did you ever become involved with drugs? And selling them?"
"I guess it just happened. A man asked me if I wanted to turn on when I was only twelve years old. I did, and then he asked me if I wanted a job." Joe lay back on the mattress, forcing a tear from his eyes. "I been selling ever since."
"My God! Since you were twelve?" Beth was shocked. "How awful!"
"Well, we needed the money for the other kids in the family. Ben, my six year old brother, is a cripple ... in a wheelchair." That news would have surprised several of the neighbor cops who had lost hundred yard dashes time after time while chasing the fleet-footed purse snatcher.
"By the way," Beth suddenly thought of his family. "Where is your mother?"
"That's something else! I lied to you about living here. Those kids you saw are from our club. We use this place for a clubhouse. I brought you up here yesterday to ball you."
"Joe! Why?" Beth felt a surge of anger which was quickly suppressed by a deep compassion for the deprived dark-haired youth. "It's all right, though, you had the courage to admit you lied. That's the first step toward trusting me."
Feeling very much at ease, she lay backwards on the mattress beside the young boy, and with a sigh she said, "I like you, Joe. I really do."
The teenager stared at the naive campaign worker lying beside him, her firm upthrust breasts practically popping the buttons on the front of her pull-over sweater. He lifted himself up on his elbow and stared down at her long slender legs encased in the stretch pants. The sight of her protruding cuntal mound under the tight Capris inflamed the youth, and he felt his restlessly stirring cock beginning to harden. "I like you too, Beth. You really turn me on! Goddamn, how I dig your sweet bod!"
"Joe! You're very handsome. You must have many girls, your own age," she said, impulsively kissing him on the cheek.
"I like older girls, they're not so silly!"
"It's probably because you had to grow up too fast."
"Hey, let's light up!"
"Joe!" Beth said with wavering voice, her throat constricted with an almost ungovernable desire to really kiss him, to feel his strong young hands caressing her again. No matter how wrong it was, she still felt a wicked enjoyment in being with the handsome teenager. He was so close that the warmth of his youthful body was filling her with excitement. "I'd better go! It's getting late and I have to take the students home ... the ones who are working for Mr. Roberts."
"No! Please! Just a little while longer," Joe was thinking fast. "You ever been high?"
"No! Never! It's wrong!"
"Then how do you know it's bad?"
"I just know."
"Well, I say you don't. You're just like all the other people who come down here and expect us to take your word for what's good for us and what's bad ... even when we know better. Even when we know you're lying to us."
"Joe, it's been proven!"
"By whom?"
"By researchers ... by people who've worked with it."
"Did they ever try it?" Joe asked belligerently.
"Of course not. They know it's illegal." Beth had often thought of taking drugs under supervision just to find out what happened to your mind, but she'd never had the courage to go through with it. Some of her friends swore that it was no different from alcohol, but hating alcoholics as much as drug addicts had stopped her.
"Unless you try it, you don't really know. Come on, let's have a joint."
"No! I don't think so, Joe!" Beth said haltingly.
"If you try it and still tell me it's bad, I'll quit selling it. I promise!" the young boy exclaimed excitedly, turning his face away from her so she couldn't see the cunning grin splitting his lips. He was just about to get sick at his stomach, molly-coddling the bitch.
"Do you mean it? Really mean it? All I have to do is try it, and then you'll stop pushing?"
"I swear it! Even though my family will suffer from the lack of money. Honest, Beth!" He sat up and stared directly into her dark blue eyes, his gaze never wavering.
"If I thought you'd really stop, I'd do it," she said wonderingly.
"I will ... I'll even write it down and sign it if you want me to," his words rushed out.
Joe was already lighting the marijuana joint, knowing he had the silly bitch hooked. She was no different from all the other social worker do-gooders who stupidly thought they could con him into something he didn't want to do. Shit, they were a prime bunch of assholes-male and female-too fucking dumb to come in out of the rain. Wow, he could hardly wait to fuck this naive little cunt. But, first he'd make her want it so bad she'd beg for it; and if her actions of yesterday were any indication, she'd be begging damned soon. Christ, she was already turned on to him, he could tell that!
"Okay, Joe, but remember you promised."
Together they smoked the joint, Joe taking only short puffs while insisting that she take deep long draws on the cigarette.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
"The same," she said, puckering her eyebrows. "Is that really all there is to it?"
"Yep! That's it," he grinned, knowing what was going to hit her in a few seconds. "Like it?"
"Doesn't do a thing for me. Vastly overrated."
Joe laughed and leaned over, grinding his already hardened cock against her pants-covered thigh while he kissed her passionately on the lips.
Beth shivered with excitement and then reluctantly forced him away. She'd never felt like this before when a male kissed her. Now she whispered, "You shouldn't do that!"
"But it felt good to you, didn't it?" Joe asked as he handed another joint to her and said, "You take the rest, I want to know exactly how you feel afterwards."
"Okay!" Beth took the brown cigarette from the young boy's hand and smoked it down to a quarter inch when she felt it burning her fingers.
"It's too short to finish. I think that's enough anyway."
"Yeah, should be," Joe took the butt and threw it into an empty carton.
"I ... I guess you're just going to ... to have to ... go straight," she said, wondering why it was so difficult to speak normally. Shaking her head, feeling her eyes go out of focus, she moaned, "Oh! My head feels funny. I must be getting sick!" Beth felt her entire body begin to relax while her mind seemed to become more alert. Joe's touch was more poignant and she thought she'd go out of her gourd if he didn't kiss her again. Abruptly, she had an almost uncontrollable desire to remove all of her clothes and let the handsome teenager see her body. But that was silly! Why would she want to be naked in front of Joe? Only minutes before she'd refused to do it.
Gently, the boy slid his hand beneath the elastic waistband of her tightly fitting Capris and began to caress her taut little belly. She moaned and made little whimpering noises which might have been sounds of protest ... or pleasure. He was gonna go out of his fucking mind if he had to wait much longer. Slowly he lowered his hand to the top of her bikini panties and slid his fingers beneath the sheer nylon. He went only as far as her silken pussy hair, caressing it and watching her face. When the young campaign worker didn't fight him off, he knew she was ready to be fucked.
"Hey, Beth," he mumbled. "Let's take our clothes off and relax."
"Yes ... yes...." she whispered, her eyes still closed. Her body was tingling with lewd excitement and vaguely she wondered what was happening to her sensitivities. She knew it was a mistake but still she wanted to be naked with Joe ... and see his youthful body naked, too!
Joe hurriedly removed his clothes. When he was completely undressed, he stood up and hovered over the brunette with his visibly throbbing cock standing up at an angle in front of him.
Beth blinked up at him through drugged eyes, gasping in admiration at his beautiful teenaged penis and tight little testicles. Oh God! He was so wonderful, and with all her heart now, she wanted him to make love to her, to be the first male to penetrate her virginal vagina and fill her with his liquid love.
Slowly, the campaign worker began to remove her own clothes. She was incapable of rushing as the boy had done. For some reason she felt as if everything was in slow motion, as though she was someone watching another man and woman on the mattress. When Joe offered to help her, she willingly let him take over. He quickly stripped the sweater over her confused head, and then, taking the waistband of her tightly fitting stretch pants, he slid them down her long slender legs along with the tiny bikini panties. He sucked in his breath in a long whistle when he saw her lush young nakedness. She was even more beautiful than he'd anticipated ... so white and soft!
"My God, Pussycat, you're something else! I've never seen such a beautiful bod!"
Beth's head was swimming as she felt the naked young boy fall on top of her, and when his mouth found her erect little nipple and began to suck with lewd hunger, she moaned with ecstasy. Then, he slid upwards across her full sensual mounds and lifted her head to kiss her on the mouth, his tongue probing her lips until she gladly parted them, all resistance gone from her drugged body. She felt his hot young tongue hungrily thrusting in and out of her mouth, and gradually she began sparring with her own tongue, fighting for supremacy over the youth. Beth found her nakedly tingling body responding in obscene lust, her hips lifting upwards in an obscene invitation to the teenager to do as he willed with her.
Finally, Joe moved his mouth away, allowing them to breath freely once again, and whispered, "Baby, you're so fucking beautiful! I want to ball you. Shit, I'm gonna eat your pussy, and then fuck you."
The lewd words partially penetrated her drugged mind and although she didn't understand why, she moaned dreamily, "Joe! We shouldn't! No!"
"You're gonna love this, Pussycat! Really love it," he mumbled as he lowered his hand and covered her sparsely curling pussy hair again. He felt the fiery warmth beneath his palm and grinned in satisfaction when she let out another deep groan of undeniable need.
"Oh God! It feels good!" Beth had no control over her words. She closed her eyes again as the teenage boy stroked her hair-lined cuntal slit.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked, as her naked body began to grind involuntarily upward to the steady caressing movement of his hand.
"Yes! Yes! Do it ... do it," she mumbled, unable to stop herself.
Above her, Joe grinned as he took her hand and wrapped her limp fingers around his hot throbbing cock. As if she were dreaming and had no control over her consciousness, she saw his blurred face in front of her eyes, his youthful mouth split in a grin, his eyes closed, and she thought of him as just a little boy who needed to be loved. He wouldn't hurt her! Just love her! Her lust-filled body cried out and her drugged mind became a partner to her overpowering physical need. "Do it, Joe! Do it to me!"
Joe kissed her wetly parted lips with Beth responding to the heat of his fire. Tearing his mouth away from hers, he whispered in her ear, "Tell me you want to ball with me. Say you want to be fucked!"
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... I want you to fuck me," she chanted, the lewdness of her words stoking her own carnal fire even higher. Every ounce of her self control had been obliterated by the marijuana. She spread her slender legs even wider and moaned, "Fuck me any way you want to. Now!"
Beth lay in a moaning writhing stupor, yet her sense of feeling was magnified to capacity as Joe sucked at her fleshy breasts, and flicked his tongue across her erect little nipples, causing them to grow into a greater hardness. Then, with a low groan, he began to nibble at each full upthrust mound, sending currents of wildly erotic pleasure down to her feverishly throbbing cunt.
The teenaged youth was fairly vibrating with lust as he pulled the naked young campaign worker to a sitting position; he saw that her eyes were slitted with a lewd passion that made her a slave to his every command. "Before I suck you, suck my cock!"
The excited boy rose to his knees and crawled closer to her face. Roughly he entwined his fingers in her long black hair and demanded, "Suck it! You know you like to suck cock!"
With a frown of confusion on her face, the brunette reached out and tremblingly took the erect young hardness in her hands and felt its warm rigidity. My God! She'd never even touched a penis before, and now this boy was asking her to suck it like the blonde girl had done yesterday in this same room. She stared at the long white shaft of male flesh. It really was beautiful, and it had a heartbeat of its own, as it throbbed only inches from her lips. So, why not suck it? Her marijuana-soaked brain felt pinpricks of doubt, but she was too far gone to comprehend the obscenity she was considering.
"I want to suck your wonderful penis," she crooned. "I want to ... I really, really want to!" The excitement of hearing her vulgar declaration filled her love-starved body with renewed longing, and she abruptly realized she meant it with all her heart.
Caressing his hotly pulsating cock, the girl pulled it close to her half-open and suddenly salivating mouth, and gave it an experimental lick. She felt Joe forcing it tighter against her lips but she pushed his hips back so she could look at his penis again. It was visibly throbbing and had one tiny drop of his fresh young sperm oozing from the slit at the end of his cock-head. And then without further hesitation, she licked the full hot length of his youthful hardness, tasting the pungent drop of semen. That's what it would taste like if he came in my mouth! The thought of it was lewdly overpowering, and with a low deep-throated moan, Beth willingly opened her lips and let his warmly pulsating cock slide slowly in, filling her mouth, sliding backward into her throat until she was afraid she'd choke to death. A second later, he slowly withdrew, pulling it back out all the way until only the lust-swollen cock-head was between her tightly ovaled lips.
It was wonderful! Beth wished there was someone standing at the door to watch them, as she'd watched yesterday while the three teenagers were on the mattress making love.
Quickly, Joe began fucking in and out of her wetly gripping mouth while she sucked and nibbled his hard, saliva-moistened penis. The youth began a frantic thrusting back and forth into her mouth, groaning out his passion, "Suck harder, cunt! Suck it harder!"
The hotly aroused brunette did as he ordered, sucking on the rigid shaft of teenaged flesh.
With a gurgling cry, the boy pushed Beth to her back on the dirty mattress, unable to tolerate her inexperienced slowness. He couldn't wait any longer. "Split 'em, Pussycat, I want to eat some of your sweet pussy while you suck my cock."
Beth did as she was told and spread her legs out wide. She felt the cool air hit her moistly heated cuntal slit and felt more naked and obscene than before. Her eyes followed the naked Joe as he knelt upside down above her, straddling her head, his long slender penis directly in front of her face. Hungrily she took it again and stroked it in her hand; her little pink tongue reaching for the mushroom-like head. Joe leaned down over her nakedly squirming body and, without warning, licked his tongue the entire hair-lined length of her wetly quivering cunt.
"Aaagggghhhhhhh!" Beth shrieked in rapture and stiffened in lewd delight as the wildly overpowering sensations rippled outward from between her legs. A second later, she raised her head and let his rapidly pounding cock slide back into her mouth. Her lips ovaled tightly around it, and her hands instinctively cupped and caressed his tight little balls, and she moaned and groaned as his tongue wormed its tantalizing way around inside her ecstatically trembling pussy, driving her out of her mind.
Beth jerked her knees back up as far as she could, just as she'd seen the naked teenaged girl doing last evening. And then, she felt Joe's wetly heated tongue locate her sensitive little clitoris. She jumped and mumbled out her ecstasy as he began nibbling at the erect nerve ending. No longer was she the prim and reserved young lady she'd been earlier today. Oh God! She was nothing more than a bitch in heat now, and she never wanted this forbidden delight to stop. She never wanted him to end it! Let it go on forever and ever! And, she would suck his hotly throbbing penis until it filled her mouth with his fresh young cum.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, her orgasm hit her with all the force of an earthquake. She pulled her mouth away from his pistoning cock and stammered in disbelief, "Cum ... cumming? I ... I ... I'm ccu-cummming!"
Never before had she believed such fantastic pleasure could come from a male! It was even greater than when she brought herself to climax with her fingers! Even though her nakedly thrusting body was convulsing in orgasm, she returned her mouth to the boy's wonderfully rigid penis and began to suck harder, her naked ass-cheeks twisting down against the soiled mattress as she sought to get away from the maddening onslaught of his probing tongue. She writhed in a mindless passion as Joe clung to her wildly jerking buttocks and bit down on her sensitive clitoris. Even though she was wailing around his cock-shaft, he continued to nibble at her thinly bearded vaginal lips and fuck the full length of his tongue into the heatedly twitching depths of her pussy because he knew he was driving her insane!
With a gasping cry, Beth flailed her head sideways, causing his saliva-coated penis to slip from her mouth. Her drugged mind was near to freaking out from too much pleasure as Joe quickly reversed his position and crawled between her trembling legs. He was breathing like a runaway stallion as he guided his wetly glistening cock to the virginal opening of her wide-split cunt.
Without hesitation, the slender rod of boyish flesh slid up into her tight vaginal slit and began its relentless journey into the resisting depths of her belly. She felt the pain-pleasure as it stretched the tight virginal passageway, then ripped her hymen as if the membrane were tissue paper. With that last barrier gone, he rammed forward, his hotly throbbing penis sliding in to the hilt and filling her to the utmost. She gasped and cried out, "Joe! It hurts! It hurts!" Yet even as she was protesting, the pain was already evaporating under the seething heat of her own illicit desire for this handsome teenaged youth.
The hotly aroused boy began fucking into her tightly clasping pussy like a maniac, sadistically slamming his hardened cock in and out in a staccato rhythm. He ignored her pleas to be gentle as the tightness of her wetly pulsing vaginal passage wrapped around his shaft. Shit, the little bitch's cunt felt so good he couldn't stop.
As the discomfort passed, Beth felt a wildly ecstatic thrill of lewd delight fill her loins. She locked her arms around the youth and instinctively thrust her hips up and down, wanting every inch of his pleasure-giving penis up inside her love-starved cunt. The friction of his hardened rod of flesh sliding back and forth across her sensitive clitoris drove her to the edge of climax, and then it happened again! She opened her mouth in surprise and then let out a wail that echoed off the walls of the dilapidated tenement house. "Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh! Ooohhhhhhhh! Fuck! Oh Fuck! Aiiieeeeeee! I'm ... c-cu-cummming ... again ... again!"
Above her, Joe thrust even deeper into her convulsing cuntal passage, his handsome young face deformed with the power of his lust. He wanted to cum ... had to cum ... and yet, he didn't want to end it so soon. Her pussy was so goddamned good! And the tightest cunt he'd ever fucked! They were both covered with the sweat of passion as they hung onto each other for dear life, mindlessly slamming against each other as Joe headed for his explosion. .
Beth moaned continuously now, her third orgasm hitting her just as she heard Joe groan out his own climax from above her. Their mouths locked in a drowning kiss as the young boy's wildly jerking cock burst into a fountain of white-hot cum deep up inside her ravaged cunt, spewing again and again until with a moan of rapture the naked brunette lost consciousness with Joe's ejaculating penis still buried deep in her spasming belly, and still pumping its youthful sperm into her womb.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Beth awoke in her own bed, and with a purring sigh, pulled the covers tightly around her neck. She was warm ... and soft ... and happy! She felt as if she were in heaven! But heaven faded with the first ring of the telephone! And with its shrill summons, she abruptly remembered most of what had happened yesterday. Her happiness evaporated-guilt and shame replaced it.
"Good morning, young lady. Aren't you up yet?" she heard James Benson on the other end of the line.
"No ... not yet."
"Then, you'd better get going," he said as she came wide awake. "How did it go yesterday?"
"Fine ... fine," she stammered.
"Did you get hung up somewhere?" the campaign manager asked.
"No! Why?" Beth asked nervously.
"One of the other students called me this morning and quit. He said you were late, and he didn't want to wait around on dark streets for you."
"That's silly. I wasn't that late," she snapped, unthinking.
"Oh, I know. He said he was afraid of street gangs. I'm not blaming you," James Benson said, clearing his throat. "He also said some boys gave him a rough time ... nothing serious, just a little pushing and shoving, and a couple threats. You had any trouble yet?"
"No ... no, not a bit," she said too quickly.
"Well, I was just wondering. I have another student to take his place, so it's all right. You know where to go today, right?"
"Yes, James. Look ... ah ... I'm sorry I was late last night, but I got lost," she lied, unable to tell him anymore.
"Don't worry, Beth. I was afraid something might have happened ... maybe trouble with the street gangs." James Benson replied. There was something in her tone yesterday and again today that sounded like she was worried. But, there was nothing he could do if she wouldn't tell him.
"It was a good day yesterday, and I'll do even better today," the young volunteer responded, resolving to stay far away from Whitten Street.
"Good girl. Now, call if you need me."
"Thank you, James," she said as she hung up the receiver.
Beth's hand shook so badly she stared at it with sudden horror. Did Mr. Benson suspect something was wrong? What had she said to the students when she finally picked them up and took them back to the University? Actually, as she remembered back, it was evident that she had barely spoken to them, simply saying she'd gotten lost. God! What was she going to do! She was getting in too deep!
The young brunette sat down on the edge of the bed and let tears of shame and regret overtake her dissipated body. She felt the soreness of her ravaged vagina, and tried to remember if there was any pain last night. Instinctively, she knew she'd never be the same again. Her sob of remorse filled the room as she dropped her face to the pillow and thought of the way she'd let Joe talk her into smoking pot. Oh God! How stupid could she be! She'd been so sure of herself that she'd taken the chance to becoming an addict just to prove a point to a boy who was nothing but a conniving drug pusher who-at sixteen-was far more knowledgeable in the ways of the world than she would ever be.
Joe had told her that she'd love marijuana. She hadn't enjoyed or loved the filthy weed, but she had ended up by begging him to ... to fuck her, and she'd loved every moment of it. Oh no! She couldn't have done that! Not Beth Moore! She wasn't like that! Or was she? It was all so confusing! Now all she wanted to do was run away and hide somewhere. Her guilt etched itself in her brain. She had been entrusted with a responsible job, and she had blown the whole thing in one stupid half-hour.
After two hours of thinking about the impossible situation she'd gotten herself into, Beth knew she'd never be able to go back to the ghetto. If Joe was like all other males, he'd feel he had a proprietary interest in her. She sighed in despair. What were the alternatives? Her mind was a cauldron of confusion and shame. She couldn't seem to think straight any longer. Maybe ... if she had a drink. Everyone always told her it helped to make things look better. Quickly she went to the tiny kitchen off the living room and took down a dusty bottle of Vodka. She'd almost forgotten it was there. A boyfriend had brought it one evening three years ago when he came to have dinner with her, but when she'd refused to hop in bed with him, he'd left in a fit of anger. The bottle had never been opened!
With trembling hands, the long-haired brunette tore the top off and filled a glass with the clear liquid, unaware of the danger of drinking straight Vodka. At first, she sipped the strong liquor, but when her thoughts crystallized and she decided her only course was to call Mr. Benson and tell him she was resigning, she downed the last of the Vodka in the glass. A second later, she poured another half a tumbler of the straight liquor.
The alcohol miraculously had relaxed her up-tight nerves, and she felt a warmth spreading throughout her entire body as she dialed campaign headquarters.
She felt like giggling, but that wouldn't be lady-like. She was floating on a cloud of laughter and everything seemed far away.
"Hello," Benson spoke in a business-oriented manner and even with the influence of the alcohol, Beth had to gather all her courage as she said, "James, I had to call you again, because in the interest of your campaign, I think I'd better resign and let someone else drive the bus."
"Where are you, Beth?" he asked quietly, recognizing by her voice that something was wrong with the young girl.
"I'm at my apartment," she felt a wave of weakness wash over her and she dropped to the chair beside the telephone.
"Can you tell me why you want to quit?"
"No ... I'd rather not," her voice beginning to break. Oh hell! She couldn't start crying ... not now. "It's personal. I just don't want to work for you anymore."
"Okay, Beth. I'll call the student office and tell them the bus isn't going today;" he said thoughtfully, then added, "Could I come talk to you?"
"No-no, I ... I don't think so," she stammered, not wanting to see him or anyone else today. "It won't do any good. I'll bring the bus to your office this afternoon."
"All right. What time?"
"I don't know. Later today," she said quickly as her eyes blurred. She was having difficulty speaking as the full effects of the Vodka hit her. "I'll ... I'll see you ... later."
The second she hung up the receiver, the weeping young campaign volunteer began to giggle. Well, that was over with, and she had nothing to worry about. Now, she could do just what she wanted and not hurt anyone ... but herself!
Reeling from side to side, Beth stumbled back to the bed and fell across it, barely conscious as the room began spinning around as though it was in outer space. Damn! That Vodka really packed a wallop! But, it did make you feel good! Almost as good as the marijuana she'd smoked with Joe.
With the thought of the handsome youth, she smiled, a crooked grin splitting her lips as she slid her hands down her curving sides, sliding over her taut little gown-covered belly and dropping down to the darkened "vee" of her hair-covered pussy. Sliding her fingers across the gown-protected slit of her vagina, she let the tip of her middle finger press inward. The exciting twinges began to penetrate her alcohol fogged mind, and she moaned as she realized that the previously locked door had been opened to her sexual desire. A door that once opened to her sexual desire. A door that once opened can never be bolted again. Now, she needed to be loved! But not by a man! A teenage boy ... two little boys ... three youthful boys ... or even more!
Yes ... that was all she needed to make her happy....
CHAPTER FOUR
Beth opened her eyes and saw muted light coming through the window. She sat up but quickly dropped her head back down on the pillow. Oh my God! What a headache! Still slightly drunk, she slowly opened her eyes again and sudden awareness hit her with clarity. She was supposed to take the VW bus back to the campaign office! Oh shit! What time was it?
With slitted eyes she stared at her watch and gasped with the realization that she'd slept most of the day. It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and the campaign office was probably already closed. Pulling herself out of bed, she cautiously stooped and picked up her clothes from the floor where she'd dropped them last night. Sure that her head was going to split wide open, but knowing she had to get the bus back to James Benson so he wouldn't come around looking for it, she began to dress. Her hands shook and she thought of having to explain her reasons for resigning. She stumbled to the bathroom and combed her hair, put on lipstick and found her resolve to handle the situation quickly and efficiently had deserted her. Hopefully the campaign manager had already left and she could just park the bus and leave a note. That would be the best way to do it, but if she ran into Benson he'd want to know everything! Maybe she needed another drink of Vodka to give her renewed courage! Also, it might help settle her spinning head.
Quickly she went to the kitchen where she'd left the bottle and poured about two inches of the clear liquid in the glass. Grimacing from the smell, she took a sip and shuddered! It felt like she was going to throw up every drop. Holding her nose with one hand, the young brunette lifted the glass and downed the burning Vodka in two swallows, then choking and spluttering she rushed to the sink and drank a glass of water. Her eyes were watering from the alcohol. Wow! That was powerful stuff, she thought as she felt the glowing warmth spreading deep inside her stomach.
A few minutes later with renewed false-courage, Beth smiled as she left the apartment determined to get it over with. The Vodka had made her feel as though the problem was not as momentous as she'd earlier thought. As she drove along the street toward campaign headquarters, she knew that she was right to resign from the governor's campaign, because she couldn't take a chance on giving him any bad publicity. In her mind, she instinctively knew that if she met Joe again, her need for the handsome teenager's body would overcome all her sensible upbringing. He was so beautiful ... so wonderful, and he knew exactly what to do to satisfy her.
Her alcohol-drugged mind refused to allow the pin-pricks of conscience to fill her with regret. For a moment she had lost her inhibitions and she was flying high again. Parking the bus in front of the campaign office, the curvaceous brunette stepped out onto the sidewalk. She thought about locking the van doors, but it was really too much trouble, so she shrugged her shoulders drunkenly and hurried through the glass doors, wanting to get this entire unpleasant scene over with as soon as possible.
Swaying, she went up the elevator to the fourth floor and slowly tiptoed across the hallway to Benson's office door. She tried the handle, shushing herself and grinning as if in a conspiracy. The door opened and she peered into the room. Oh damn! The gray-haired political publicist was still behind the desk, waiting for her! She decided she might as well be bold and go in.
"Hi! Sorry I'm late," she said smiling.
James Benson looked up to see the dark-haired girl grinning crookedly at him and immediately sensed a strangeness about her. Returning her smile, he said, "I had things to do anyway. Come on, sit down and talk awhile."
"There's nothing to say, Mr. Benson. I don't want to work for you anymore. I want O-U-T!" she swayed a bit and was forced to put her hands on the chair to support herself.
"Why? What happened yesterday?"
"It's a personal matter and I don't want to talk about it," she said firmly, nodding her head to give emphasis to the remark.
"Okay, Beth. I won't say anymore now, but would you do something for me?"
"Like what?"
"Would you just take a couple days to think about it, and then if you still don't want to drive the bus, I'll accept your decision," he sighed, and then continued, "I sure hate to lose you. We've had a lot of telephone calls raving about you."
"You have? Really?"
"Yes, ma'm! I just hung up from talking to a man. He said you were absolutely great, and you should be commended for being interested in electing the right man."
"Did he say who it was?" Beth asked suspiciously. God! If Joe ever called and got her address, she'd be in serious trouble.
"No, he just wanted us to know that he and his friends were going to vote for Mr. Roberts."
"Gee! And I thought they weren't listening."
"That's not all. The call just before that one was a lady who wanted your address. She said that she and her husband wanted to write you a personal letter of thanks."
"Did ... did you give it to her?" Beth had an unexplainable feeling of disaster, but she wasn't sure why. It was almost as if a warning bell was ringing in her brain. Thank Christ for little favors ... it was a woman and not a man!
"Sure did! I'm positive you'll be hearing from her. Now, what do you say about taking a day or two to think about your resignation."
"Okay, James, but I know it's still going to be the same decision. Since you've been so nice to me, I'll give it a lot of thought, though." The young brunette stood up from the desk and continued, "Thanks for everything."
"Beth," he said as he reached out and took her by the hand. "Come here."
As he pulled her toward him, Beth felt herself go off balance, and she stumbled against his leg before falling down on his lap. "Gee! I'm sorry! I guess I had too much to drink."
"It was my fault," he mumbled. "I caught you unaware."
"Maybe, but I did drink a lot of Vodka before I came here ... to get up enough courage to quit," she giggled.
"Beth," the older man stammered, encouraged by her lack of movement away from him and becoming aroused by the feel of her softly rounded buttocks on his leg. "I like you. I don't want anything to happen to you. I feel responsible."
"You shouldn't," she said as she impulsively placed a kiss on his forehead. And then, beneath her, she felt the campaign manager's cock growing into a rigid erection. She began shivering. It was frightening! Not at all like the excitement she felt with Joe! Nervously she jumped up and said, "I've got to go!"
James Benson shrugged and said, "Come on, I'll take you home."
"I'll be all right ... I'll get a bus."
"Listen, Beth, I really do like you. Remember, if you should ever need me, I'll be there." He got up from the chair knowing he'd upset the young woman. As he stood she backed away from him wide-eyed. Jesus! The kid was really up tight about something. "Now come on. I'll drop you off at your door. You don't have to invite me in."
"Well...." she relented.
"That's settled then."
The campaign manager took the keys from her outstretched hand and walked out of the building with her. When they pulled up in front of her apartment building, Beth sat with her hands folded in her lap for a second, and then said, ruefully "I'm sorry it was too much for me to handle."
"I don't believe that. I know something must have happened, and someday I'll find out. If it's what I think it is, somebody's gonna pay." The older man sounded tough, she looked at his face-he could be mean, she thought.
"I'll let you know what I decide." Beth wasn't going to talk to anyone about the incident in the ghetto with Joe Wilson, or he'd be in trouble, too. She put her hand out and shook his in a friendly fashion.
"I'll stop by tomorrow evening to check on you ... just to make sure you're all right," he said, leaning forward and kissing her cheek.
Beth jerked away from him, opened the car door and ran up the steps to the door of her building. James shrugged his shoulders and drove away, his mind busily trying to decide what had frightened the beautiful young girl away from the campaign. He was sure she'd been threatened in some way, but it could have been anything from sex to politics in the ghetto. Most likely she'd had a run-in with some street gang, and being a young impressive girl, she'd believed their idle threats.
All he could do was wait for her to tell him. He wasn't lying when he told her he liked her, even though "like" wasn't a strong enough description for what he felt for the sensual young woman, and she sexually excited him in a way few females could. He wouldn't mind getting a piece of the action, but he still had the feeling she was an innocent. Jesus! Could she still be a virgin? She looked virginal.
Suddenly he decided he'd drop by tomorrow night with a bottle and maybe things would just happen! She might not fuck, but she did drink ... that had been all too evident. Well, sometimes enough booze led to other things ...
Yeh! Tomorrow night was a definite must!
CHAPTER FIVE
Beth slept fitfully that night and, after staying in bed most of the following day too, she was determined to forget the events of the past few days, including the Vodka bottle in the kitchen cupboard. Whatever idiocy had possessed her to try and drown her problems simply wasn't powerful enough to make her go through another painful hangover. She knew that alcohol didn't work any more than drugs did for an addict. She'd had enough of both of them to last her a lifetime.
Her head had finally stopped hurting during the day, and now she felt like having something to eat. Glancing at her watch she saw that it was almost six o'clock. The corner grocery store would be closing at six-thirty. Jumping out of bed she hurriedly slipped on a pair of jeans and a shirt over her naked body and, picking up her purse from the dressing table, she rushed out the door, leaving it unlocked.
Fifteen minutes later, with a bag of groceries in her arms, she was humming as she walked along the sidewalk and took a deep breath of fresh air. She felt good for the first time in three days, and now she might be able to see James and continue with the campaign after all. If she controlled her sick desires for adolescent boys, she'd be an asset to Attorney Roberts' campaign; but if there was any chance of her name being involved in immoral activities it could ruin him. Maybe she'd make an appointment with the University psychologist and find out why she had this overpowering need for young boys ... while at the same time she felt so uneasy around men her own age or older.
Beth knew she had a great future ahead of her, teaching underprivileged children; it would be such a shame to destroy it with this forbidden desire. She also knew she'd end up in jail if she were ever caught in a compromising position with an under-age youth. Jesus! She could have been imprisoned for what she and Joe had done together. Well, that would never happen again! Never!
Everything seemed simple and easy until she opened the door to her apartment and saw Joe Wilson sitting on the sofa. She gasped, and stammered, "How ... where ... how did you find out where I live?"
"Hi, Pussycat! Nothing to it," he grinned crookedly. "I just had a girl call and ask for your address. The boss-man was very obliging."
"Oh no!" Weakly she stepped into the kitchen and set the bag of food down. Trembling with fear, yet feeling the familiar sensations of lewd excitement shivering through her body, she went to the sofa and sat down beside the young boy. "Joe! Listen to me! I'm sorry it happened, but it was the marijuana. You're wrong about grass not being dangerous. I proved it is."
"Look, I just wanted to see you, and invite you to a party. Why weren't you driving the bus today?" he asked thoughtfully. "I thought you were going to be my girl."
"Well, I'm not, and I'm not working for the political campaign any more. I quit because of what you did." She sighed and bowed her head in shame.
"Well then, there's no reason why you can't come to the party with me. You are going to be my girl, Pussycat," he said as he reached out and caressed her bare arm.
"Don't call me that stupid name! I'm not going anywhere with you, Joe." She jerked her arm away from him. "And I'm not going to let anything happen ... again. It was my fault for smoking the marijuana, but it won't happen again."
"Oh?"
"Furthermore, no one can ever know what happened between us. If you tell, I'll just say you raped me, and I was too frightened of your gang to report it."
"I was afraid you'd feel that way," Joe commented with a rueful smile as he got up and went to the bathroom. "Come on out, fellows," he said, opening the bathroom door.
Beth stared in dismay as three strange teenagers came into the room, all grinning in conspiracy.
"How ... how did you get in?" she stammered as the four youths encircled her.
"The door was left open for us after we were invited to a fuck party. That's our story, what's yours?"
"Joe! You're a little monster!"
"That wasn't what you were screaming the other evening. You said I was a real good fuck," he giggled obscenely and rubbed his hand back and forth across his bulging Levi's. "Besides, we brought a little pot along so you can relax."
"If you don't all leave this instant, I'm going to scream. Do you hear me? Now get out."
The youth stared at her and with a bored sigh, said, "Go ahead. You just do that. There's four of us, and we'll just say you invited us up for cookies and milk, and then you made us fuck you." The teenagers roared with laughter, shaking their heads, as one boy said, "Man, Joe, you're great! A real smart devil! Cookies and milk!"
"You wouldn't dare," Beth gasped as she stared from one boy to the other.
"There's only one way to find out! Scream your fucking head off!" Joe murmured as he lit a joint and puffed in the powerful smoke. At the same time the other boys lit up and Beth could smell the sweet thick odor of marijuana.
"Please, Joe! I'm giving you one more chance to leave." She gasped and suddenly spun around as one youth moved to her side and caressed her firm upthrust breast through the fabric of her shirt. "Don't touch me!"
"Aw, come on, Beth! Be a sport and take a smoke," Joe said as he held the lighted joint out in front of her mouth.
"No! I won't." The campaign worker ran to the telephone and was just beginning to dial when she heard the boys talking.
"We'd better decide what we're gonna say. Let's see! Corrupting our morals! Contributing to our delinquency! Or shall we just say she fucked us all silly the other day?"
My God, they were right! If she called the police and the four boys stuck together with their lies, she would possibly be the one in big trouble. They'd sure as hell believe the boys! After all, who would be her witness against them?
"Joe told us you fucked with him. We don't believe it, but he promised us he'd prove it to us," the smaller of the youths said as he forced the marijuana cigarette between her lips. The other boys stood around her while she held the joint loosely between her teeth, staring fixedly at the glowing end. "Go ahead, lady! Suck on it like you did Joe's cock." He wiggled his eyebrows and giggled.
"I'll help her," Joe said as he reached out and caressed her hand. "Now, take a deep whiff and the rest will be easy."
"Joe...." she moaned as she took the cigarette out of her mouth. "No! Please don't make me!"
"Smoke it, bitch," Joe rasped as he grabbed her right breast and pinched the tiny nipple pressing against her shirt.
"Oh! That hurts!"
"It'll hurt worse than that if you don't do what I say," the teenager said forcefully.
With the boys crowded around grinning lewdly at the fearfully trembling body, she knew it was no use to fight. Besides, the drug would dull her mind and make it easier for her to accept the uncontrollable desires that were already invading her dully throbbing loins. She lifted the joint to her lips and took a puff. She felt the hot burning smoke fill her lungs and coughed. The boys were right when they said no one would believe her anyway, so she might as well accept it. Resigned to her fate of the horrible yet exciting things to come, the dark-haired girl willingly smoked the entire marijuana cigarette while the boys stared at her waiting for her to get high.
Once the decision had been made, Beth felt a masochistic excitement rippling deep inside her. How could she ever think young boys were nice? They were filthy-minded little animals just waiting to grow up into filthy-minded adult animals. How could anyone think they were innocent and needed understanding? They were nothing but little con-artists using their so-called innocence to get what they wanted from adults. Silently she cursed herself for not telling James Benson about what had happened to her in the tenement house. She could have told him confidentially and let him help her! But, now it was too late!
"Let's get the fun started," Joe said as he began taking his clothes off. Grinning and giggling, the other boys followed him, dropping their shirts and pants in the middle of the floor.
Beth sat down on the sofa, gaping open-mouthed at the naked bodies. She was surrounded by slender young cocks! All sizes! And all in a state of erection! She covered her face, and her shoulders shook with a combination of shame and lewd desire. But, she thought excitedly as the conscience-killing marijuana smoke deadened her inhibitions, of course she couldn't keep her eyes closed ... not when there were four beautifully swollen penises waiting to be caressed. Now she definitely felt the marijuana begin to take effect, and a soft warm glow filled her body. She heard the boys using vulgar four letter words, but the wanton hunger filling her drugged mind and loins was blocking out everything but her heated excitement. Her brain was becoming sluggish, and she felt as if she were going to pass out as she lay back on the sofa and stared at the lust-provoking sight of naked teenagers standing in front of her. With her last fading wisps of conscience and morality, the campaign girl abruptly realized she couldn't go through with this orgy-no matter how much she wanted to.
Suddenly, she jumped up in a last effort to escape, but unable to balance herself, she fell helplessly to her knees on the carpet. Posed on all fours, Beth stared up at the beautiful young cocks throbbing in front of her face.
"We're going to do all those things we did together, and a lot more! Are you ready to be fucked?" Joe whispered as he lewdly stroked his lust-hardened shaft.
A forbidden thrill ran through Beth's dazed mind, and erotic sensations of lust so strong she had to catch her breath inundated her weakly trembling body. Her mind reeled and she fought to focus her drug-glazed eyes. One of the boys pressed the head of his warmly pulsating cock against her watering mouth, and she unconsciously ovaled her lips, remembering the taste of Joe's virile young semen.
"Goddamnit, Jack," Joe ordered. "Wait until we get her naked."
Beth stared through a fog of marijuana and passion as she felt the lips of her vagina swelling in throbbing hunger. Yes ... yes, it was true; she wanted these boys to make love to her! All at the same time! This was the most real thing in her life, and at the moment, she couldn't understand her reasons for fighting against it.
Very well, she'd show them who the boss was! She'd let them do anything they wanted, and she'd do anything they told her, but at the same time they'd realize how much they needed her. She tried to take her clothes off, but her fingers didn't seem to work properly.
"You do it, Joe ... honey," she said vacantly. "You take my clothes off!"
Without a moment's hesitation, Joe reached down and lifted her shirt over her head, revealing her proudly upthrust breasts with their erect little nipples. Then, she stood up swaying drunkenly as he slid the tight jeans down over her sleekly flaring hips, buttocks, and down her long slender thighs. The boys gaped in awed silence at the slightly parted vaginal lips of her hair-lined pussy.
"Now! What do you think of her, you guys?" Joe asked in pride, as he reached out and caressed the soft warm flesh of her naked ass-cheeks.
"Shit, man! That's eating stuff!"
Beth leaned helplessly against Joe and grinned in a friendly manner at the naked teenagers. Oh wow! They were all so beautiful ... so young ... so virile. There was a stunned silence as she put her arms around Joe Wilson and kissed him passionately on the mouth as she ground her hotly throbbing pussy against his long slender shaft. Gently, he tried to lead her backwards to the sofa, but she fell against it and then slid to the carpeted floor again. Giggling at her uncoordinated muscles, she stuttered, "I ... I'm ... so dizzy! I can't stand up."
Joe dropped to his knees in front of her, his nakedly trembling body crouching between her widespread thighs. He spread the lips of her vagina with his thumbs as the other three boys moved in closer to the spectacle on the floor. The smooth pink flesh of her moistly flowing cunt was revealed in all its coral-hued splendor, and they could see her tiny little clitoris peeking out like some shy thing from its hiding place.
"Look at that!"
"She's ready!"
"Let's fuck her!" The voices all blended into a chorus of lust as Beth lay on the floor too drugged to care about her nakedly displayed body.
"First, she's going to beg for it," Joe whispered, slowly caressing her hotly quivering pussy.
Beth could feel the lewd excitement taking command of her drugged body, and the only thing she cared about now was having all four youths making love to her ... catering to her sexual demands. Why not beg? If that made them happy, she'd beg all night just to keep them here with her.
"Go ahead, do it ... oh Joe ... do it...." she said in a pleading voice, her quivering little cunt waiting expectantly for the pleasure that only the teenager's long slender cock could give her.
"Do what? Shit, woman, I don't even know what you're talking about," Joe rasped.
"Please! Fuck me ... fuck me! I want you to fuck me ... and then everyone can fuck me together! Fuck me! Yes, fuck me!" She heard the shameful words being repeated again and again, but instead of repulsing her, the lewdness of the request caused strange masochistic sensations to stroke her already smoldering carnality into a powerful blow-torch of lust.
"Of course I'll fuck you," Joe hissed, his lust-slitted eyes staring at her widespread cunt. "I'm going to let my friends just watch. After I'm finished, they can fuck you, too!"
Beth shuddered in obscene delight as his hands once again began fingering the sensitive flesh up between her widespread thighs, and then felt the youth's spongy cock-head forcing its way up into her tightly resisting cuntal passage. She began to moan with an overwhelming passion that threatened to blank out her mind as her wetly expanding vaginal passage filled with the hardened flesh of her sixteen year old lover. Pumping her naked buttocks up off the floor, she whimpered with the need to have the youth slam the entire length of his wonderfully rigid cock deep up inside her hungering pussy.
She gurgled with lewd joy as Joe's long slender hardness slowly sank into her warmly welcoming cuntal slit. Then she began fucking back with a strength that almost threw the boy off her nakedly squirming body.
"Oh shit, look at her go," someone whispered in a lust-constricted voice.
"Yes! Give it to her, Joe! Gita-going boy, and give it all to her!" Beth heard the boys cheering him on.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me hard!" She joined the three youths in urging Joe to give it to her, as he thrust deeper up into her greedily sucking cunt and began fucking in and out of her clasping tightness while the brunette continued to writhe, groaning in lewd passion. "Faster ... deeper ... fuck me harder."
Joe did as she instructed him. With a loud grunt, he cupped her wildly churning buttocks with both hands and pounded into her with all his youthful strength. Using the middle outstretched finger of his right hand, he found the tightly puckered hole of her anus and sadistically dug the tip into the rubbery little opening, causing Beth to cry out in sudden pain.
But, the older woman was too excited to give in to the uncomfortable feeling in her rectum, and she obscenely lifted her hips in invitation to the thrusting cock of the teenaged boy. Beth only vaguely heard the cheers of the other youths now as her fiery vagina slid up and down around Joe's wetly glistening penis. Her super-sensitive little clitoris sent spasms of ecstasy through her love-starved body each time the hardened shaft rubbed across it.
"Oh Fuck! Oh God ... your hot little cunt...." Joe gasped, his breathing loud and rasping. "I'm gonna ... cum ... cum ... cum...."
"No! No! Not yet! Please don't stop," the lewdly groaning brunette begged.
The young boy slammed his wildly jerking cock up into her wetly clasping pussy and, as he groaned in release, his ejaculating penis spurted out gush after gush of his warm virile sperm. Groaning happily, he collapsed on top of her still lunging body, his already deflating cock sliding from her greedily rotating slit, spewing cum across her naked thighs.
"Get off! Joe, get off her! Oh shit, hurry," one of the youths gasped as he impatiently shoved the sixteen year old boy aside. He quickly fell on top of Beth's shamelessly squirming nakedness and with one smooth forward motion of his hips rammed his hardened young penis deep up inside her cum-filled cunt.
Beth felt her vaginal passage being filled with delicious boy cock again, and she moaned with pleasure, "Yes! Yes! More, sweetie, fuck me some more."
A second friend of Joe's was frantically jerking at his own eagerly pulsating cock when he rasped out in a lust-hoarsened voice, "Shit! I ain't waiting another fucking minute!"
Beth saw the naked youth move in toward her head, and she could see his erectly pulsating penis with the tight little testicles beneath it. She reached out and cradled them tenderly in the palm of her hand. Teasingly, she moved her caressing fingers to the very tip of his rigidly swollen rod of flesh and began to massage the mushroomed head.
"Fuck you, cunt! I want more than that," the boy groaned. With a grunt of desire, he dropped to his knees and shoved the swollen tip against her lips. "Suck my cock!"
Obediently, the dark-haired campaign worker opened her mouth and licked the angry-looking shaft with her soft warm tongue, then slowly slid her wetly ovaled lips up the full length of his lust-stiffened boy-flesh.
"Aaaggghhhhhhh!" The young boy went berserk and moved closer to her face, his back to the naked youth who was energetically fucking into her clasping vaginal passage. With his knees pressed tightly against her head, he thrust rapidly in and out of her warm wet mouth, feeling her tongue swirling around and around his hardness. He shivered with lusting greed, knowing he'd soon pop his lid from the powerful sensations enveloping his young body.
Beth felt the unknown boy fucking into her greedily sucking cunt, his fingernails digging into her buttocks, and then she heard him groaning out his climax. "Aaaggghhhh! She's so tight ... so good! Oh Fuck! Oh-ohhhhhhhhhh ... ffuuccckkkk!"
He fell to the floor beside her, his limp boy-flesh sliding from her cum-inundated pussy, only to be replaced immediately by the waiting boy-cock. Beth pumped her hips high up against the virilely pulsating penis now filling her vagina, fighting for her own orgasm, but the young boys were coming and going so fast that she'd been unable to reach that illusive apex. Each time she felt the first twinges of her climax, the teenager would get excited and cum, leaving her still hungering for more. Somehow the lewdness of this beautiful dark-haired older woman so salaciously bucking up and down on the floor drove the boys to quick satisfying orgasms, the like of which they'd never experienced before with high school girls.
Slowly Beth opened her lust-glazed eyes and stared up at the warmly throbbing cock sliding in and out of her gratefully receiving vaginal passage. Beside them on the floor, Joe and the other youth lay lewdly grinning at the orgy being enacted in front of them.
The knowledge that she was being watched while being fucked in the mouth and vagina at the same time was all the older woman needed to trigger her long-delayed climax. She could feel the young boy trembling as she sucked voraciously on his slender hardness. Wanting him to cum with her, she began throwing her face harder against his loins and suddenly, the hot sticky cum exploded into her mouth. She swallowed frantically as her throat emptied and filled again with his heated jism. Then her own orgasm struck-and her lust was like a savage wild animal shaking something caught between its jaws. She stiffened and then convulsed in ecstasy.
Beth's sobbing wail of rapture forced the young man's still ejaculating penis out of her mouth, and his cum splattered against her face and neck as her nakedly jerking body doubled up with an overpowering climax. She gasped in a frenzied lust-hoarsened voice as the youth between her wide-spread loins grunted and began emptying his own cum-filled balls deep inside her already sperm-slickened vagina. And then, after a moment, she collapsed onto the carpet, completely spent and her drugged mind swirled in ecstasy.
Awareness slowly returned and with it the realization that one of the boys was fucking her again, his youthful penis thrusting deep up into her still quivering pussy. A lascivious grin split her cum-smeared lips as she stammered, "You guys are wonderful! You're all mine!"
She motioned to Joe who was now sitting on the floor beside her, caressing the firm upthrust mounds of her naked breasts, and with a gentle whisper, said, "Come here, baby! Let me suck your beautiful cock until it gets hard again."
Although the sixteen year old boy was near to exhaustion, he straddled her chest and pressed the tip of his slender penis against her wetly parted lips. His excitement got too much for him and he began sadistically shoving his pulsating hardness deep down her throat. Beth gagged and fought to get her breath, but Joe held her arms to her sides while he slammed again and again into the depths of her hotly spasming throat.
Finally, with tightly ovaled lips, Beth forced Joe to slow down and she breathed steadily as he fucked in and out of her soft moist mouth. She swirled her dancing tongue around and around his sensitive cock-head and grinned in satisfaction as he came to a quick violent climax, roaring out his pleasure, "Shit! Fuck! Aaagggghhhhhh! I'm cumming ... I'm cumming, you cocksucking bitch! I. ... I ... Aaaagggghhhhhhhh!"
The other boy fucking into her tightly clasping vagina ejaculated his virilely heated semen at the same time, and Beth felt yet another powerful climax rip through her own nakedly writhing body. Oh God! she thought, I can't take any more ... my mind is blown! I can't even think! With a sigh as though someone had let the air out of her, she collapsed into a state of unconsciousness.
The four boys lay sprawled around the voluptuous young brunette, breathing heavily with eyes closed and minds unaware of their surroundings. They had fucked and been sucked until all their strength had ebbed from their youthful bodies.
A few minutes later Joe sat up and groaned wearily, "We'd better get the hell out of here, you guys!"
"Listen, Joe," one of the teenagers said as he lit up another marijuana cigarette, "The next time let's bring a camera, and get some pictures of this hot little cunt."
"Hey, man, groovy!" Joe answered as he took the joint from the boy and took a deep drag. He was as weak as a kitten and needed something to give him strength to move. "We could probably make more money with "fuck pictures" than pushing."
"Great!" the other boys chorused.
Beth heard the teenage youths talking, and her mind cleared enough to understand what they were saying, but it was difficult for her to associate herself with the person they were talking about. The drugged feeling had almost disappeared when she opened her eyes to stare at the disarray of naked young boys surrounding her. Damn! It was all true! She was nothing but a whoring bitch! A female corrupter of teenage boys!
"Say, Pussycat," Joe whispered as he saw her open her eyes. "How about posing for us?"
Beth could only nod her head as the lewd thought of being photographed with the naked boys penetrated her conscious mind. She had been fucked half to death by them, and it would be useless to say no to this final debasement. They would somehow find a way to do it, even if she denied them the right. They would never leave her alone ... not now! They would use her body again and again no matter what she said. But, still, the idea was lewdly exciting, and she smiled as she thought of the scenes to come. They could take all the pictures they wanted. She'd give these little boys something to look at.
She sat up, opened her legs and used her hands to lewdly spread her hair-lined vaginal lips, exposing the pink flesh of her cum-soaked pussy, and said, "How about this pose?"
Suddenly out of the corner of her eyes she caught the silhouette of a man standing just inside the door of her apartment! The young campaign volunteer froze with fear, her mouth gaping in shock. Oh God! Who? How long had he been watching? Why was he so quiet ... and still?
The boys followed her stricken gaze and guiltily jumped to their feet when they saw the darkened shadow of the man. "Who the fuck is he?" Joe snapped as he stared at the figure, surprised and suddenly unsure of himself.
Beth's mouth was still open, and her fear-widened eyes were glued to the man, unable to turn away. She tried to cover her nakedness with her hands as she drew her legs tightly together. And then with a cry of anguish, she crawled across the floor to where her clothes had been carelessly discarded. Just as she reached the crumpled shirt, she froze into immobility at the sound of the angry voice:
"What's going on here?" James Benson roared, still standing in front of the door, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
The four teenagers had grabbed their clothes, and before Beth realized it, they were fully dressed and moving toward the door. She stared with stunned eyes at her former boss who was now advancing menacingly through the room to the spot where she sat trembling in frightened humiliation.
"I asked what you're doing? Can't any of you tough little punks speak?" the campaign manager asked the white-faced boys.
"Uh ... uh ... uh...." Joe stammered, and while the older man waited for an explanation, the youths whirled and dashed toward the door, disappearing like frightened rabbits into the hallway.
Deserted, Beth lay shivering with shame, a large puddle of congealed sperm beneath her naked buttocks. Suddenly, she began to sob and was soon weeping hysterically, "They made ... they made ... they made me do it! Oh God! They made me do it!"
"Beth! Why didn't you tell me what happened in the ghetto? That is what happened, isn't it?" James Benson whispered, deeply shaken.
"Yes! But, I couldn't! I couldn't tell you," she mumbled. "They said they'd tell the police I molested them ... and they drugged me...."
The older man lifted her nakedly trembling body from the carpet and carried her to the bathroom. "Take a shower and wash that filth off! I'll put you to bed before I go."
Much later Benson had gotten her quieted down and settled into bed. He thought she was finally asleep, but when he let go of her hand and got up from the chair where he'd been sitting beside her for almost an hour, she moaned, "Please don't leave me alone! I'm afraid! Don't leave me, James, it'll just happen again if I'm alone."
"All right, Beth. I'll stay as long as you need me." He had such an overwhelming feeling of guilt about letting the naive young woman drive the campaign bus that he felt obligated to try to protect her from further abuse. But there was another thing involved: he had seen her enjoying all that fucking before she knew he was there. By God, she was a female who obviously dug sex. If so, he was going to get his share!
He'd give her a chance to get over the horrible things she'd been forced to do while under the influence of drugs, and then he'd show her what making love was really like. The things he'd seen while standing immobile in front of her apartment door ... goddamnit! It was all he could do to keep from ripping his clothes off and jumping into bed with her right now!
CHAPTER SIX
Two weeks had passed since that terrible night when James Benson found Beth nakedly displaying herself to the boys on the floor of her apartment. True to his word the campaign manager didn't leave her alone. With her consent, he'd taken her to his house, and the emotionally confused young brunette had been there ever since. He pampered her like a fragile mistress, but not once had the older man tried to make love to her, because every time he touched the troubled young girl she reacted with such revulsion to the touch that he'd wondered if maybe he hadn't been wrong about her seeming to enjoy the ravishment by the four little hoodlums. But, like most politicians, he was a very patient man, and he bided his time while the voluptuous dark-haired girl slept alone in the guest bedroom.
Early one morning, in the beginning of the third week, Beth awakened to a beautifully sunshiny day, and the serenity of t'xe morning made her wish it would last forevei. She knew that sooner or later she'd have to go back to her own apartment, but the thought of it made her tremble with fear, while at the same time, a lewd excitement shivered through her body at the sudden vision of Joe Wilson and his teenaged friends finding out that she was back. She could almost see them walking arrogantly through the door of her apartment, taking over as if they owned it. If Beth had been honest with herself, she would have admitted that the lewd hunger was daily growing in the pit of her belly and her desire increasing with each passing hour for the virile young boys to come and find her.
In one way, the beautiful twenty-four year old woman had accepted the fact that her mind was sick, and that she needed psychiatric help; and yet, she'd convinced James Benson that she hated what the boys did to her. She had promised him she'd never smoke marijuana, again, even if they killed her. But in the sterile silence of her lonely room, her need to be loved grew like a hot house rose in the heat of her long suppressed passion.
So it was, on this morning of the third week that Beth-for the first time since that fateful night-suddenly felt alive, and her mind refused to deny any longer the existence of her gnawing carnal hunger. She could almost feel Joe's slender erection throbbing up inside her love-starved vagina! And now, through the smoking vapours of her own heated passion, she could feel another wonderfully hardened teenage penis in her mouth. She shuddered once, violently, and then said loudly, "No! No! No!"
The distraught young girl didn't hear the older man opening the bedroom door until he spoke, "Did I just hear you cry out?" he asked, his face a mask of concern. "I thought you might need some coffee," he added as he placed the tray on the bedside table.
"I ... I was just dreaming," she whispered, still shaken by her lustful desires.
"Not again!" he sighed as he sat down on the bed beside her. "Beth, it might help you forget the terrible things they did to you if you learned how wonderful sex can really be. I want to love you."
"Oh God, no!" She quickly sat up, the sheet falling down to reveal her quivering young breasts. She'd momentarily forgotten about waking during the night and being too warm in her long-sleeved nylon gown. Now, she remembered that she'd taken it off and dropped it beside the bed.
Benson's control snapped at the sight of her lushly ripened nakedness. With a gasp of lewd desire, he reached out and tenderly caressed the soft satiny skin of her upthrust breasts. "You're so beautiful, darling. I want to hold you, comfort you, and caress you."
"No ... no ... oh God, no, James. You can't!" She pulled the sheet up to her chin and fell back on the bed.
"I've waited a long time, Beth! I've been good to you, and I realized that you needed to forget about what happened, but we can't wait any longer." He groaned with an obscene hunger and dropped his face downward to nuzzle her sheet-covered breasts.
The frightened brunette tried to push him away, but as soon as she let go of the sheet, he yanked the covering off to bare her naked torso. Dropping his mouth to her goose-pimpled nipple, he took her little pink nub between his lips and swirled his probing tongue around her sensitive flesh.
"Oh ... don't! Please, James!" She fought him with all her strength, but he held her hands tightly against the bed and continued the lust-provoking nibbling of her erect little nipples.
"There ... there, don't be nervous. It's going to be all right. You'll see," he crooned as he lifted his head and stared Nat her fear-contorted face. "Just relax! I'll take care of you."
Beth felt a shudder of revulsion pass through her at the touch of his hand on her naked breasts, and then she gasped in fright and frantically shook her head as the older man stood up and unfastened the robe he was wearing, revealing his naked well-kept body beneath the loose garment. She knew he always wore pajamas to bed, so he'd actually come into the room planning to rape her!
"Wh ... what are you going to do...."
"Relax, darling. It's okay! I'm gonna show you how wonderful love-making can be if it's done by someone who cares for you," the campaign manager soothed, as he climbed into bed beside the terrified girl's nakedly trembling body.
Beth lay unmoving as Benson pressed his warm wet mouth to her lips and passionately kissed her while caressing her sensitive breasts and tweaking her nipples into hardness. In total disbelief, Beth stared wide-eyed at the adult male body whose intimate touches both excited her and repelled her at the same time.
"I ... I thought you were different," she stammered stupidly.
"I am ... shhhhhhhh! Just relax and let me love you," James Benson whispered, his long v thick cock was hard and throbbing menacingly against the girl's naked thigh.
"You're so beautiful! You excited me the first time you came into my office," he gasped.
"Then why? Why did you pretend to help me ... to be my friend?"
"I didn't pretend! I have helped you. I am helping you now! I will help you by teaching you the joy of sex."
"No! I won't let you! I won't," she mumbled as she struggled against his muscular body, trying to get away. Again, she fought with all her strength, but the dark-haired girl was helpless against the political campaigner's powerful arms now holding her down on the bed. She had no choice but to accept the cruel punishment. She should have known he was just like all the rest. He'd said he wanted to "protect" her from the teenagers, and all the time he'd been planning to do the same thing they had done. Besides, here she was in his house, sleeping in his bed, and she'd willingly come to live with him! He probably thought she'd be grateful and want him to love her.
Knowing that no one would ever believe that he'd forced her into making love, Beth slowly relaxed under the pressure of his mouth, and then, his probing tongue was plunging in and out between her teeth like a tiny red penis. She felt the first tremors of excitement shooting through her nakedly trembling belly as James caressed her now responding body. It felt good! It actually felt good!
Slowly, he removed his lips from hers and lowered his face to her taut little nipple again, hungrily sucking it up into his mouth. And then, teasingly he slid his hand down her curving waist, all the way to her tightly clenched thighs. Playing with the sparsely curling hair that covered her throbbing pussy mound, the experienced older man twisted it around his finger and then let it slip away before reverently covering her quivering cuntal flesh with the palm of his hand.
The tantalizing caresses spread delightful sensations throughout her body, emanating from her already moistening vagina! Oh Jesus! Maybe she was wrong! Was it possible to be just as wonderful with an adult male as it was with Joe and his teenage gang? Since she had no choice but to accept the older man's advances, she might as well try to enjoy it.
James felt her voluptuous young body relax even more, and he moved over her, wrapping his legs around her slowly moving hips. He could feel the soft matte of her hair-lined pussy lips brushing across his painfully hardened shaft. Shit, she was enough to drive a man out of his head, he thought as he slid his eagerly pulsating penis up and down the entire wetly heated length of her cuntal furrow.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, baby! If you only knew how exciting you are," he muttered hoarsely. "How good your hot little pussy feels."
Beth's breathing quickened and rasped from her lust-constricted throat as Benson continued to shower kisses on her warmly tingling breasts, moving downward in a sliding motion until his lips were just above her belly button. He dipped the end of his rapier-like tongue into the little dimple and then, quickly slid his nibbling mouth downward until he was directly over her passion-dampened slit. Slowly, he teased at her now slightly spread cuntal lips and took a deep appreciative breath, smelling her warmly perfumed cunt.
Groaning with lewd hunger as he knelt between her widespread trembling legs, he forced her knees up and back, and then lowered his extended tongue to the wetly throbbing portal of her femaledom. A great shudder of obvious pleasure shook the naked young girl's body as his tongue found her sensitively quivering clitoris and gently sucked it up into his warm wet mouth. A wave of disgust and shame tried to penetrate her brain as she thought of the obscene tonguing, but the lewd excitement was too powerful for her sensibilities to fight.
Now he was forcing her thighs even further back, until her knees touched her shoulders. He stared at her succulent vaginal flesh for a second, then drooling, he buried his face in the warm moist crevice of her pussy. Licking and sucking mindlessly, while his fingers tweaked at her distended nipples, he hungrily fucked his probing tongue in and out of her tight little vaginal slit.
"Ooohhhhhhhhh ... oooohhhhhhhhh, yes...." Beth moaned uncontrollably. Memories flooded her tortured brain ... memories of a young boy's penis bringing her the same pleasure and unthinkingly, she reached down and grasped the campaign manager's head, grinding her steaming cunt up against his assaulting mouth. The wonderful sensation up between her lewdly spread thighs was the greatest, and momentarily she thought only of a teenage boy, pretending Joe Wilson was the male tongue-fucking her.
"Oooooommmmhhhhhh! More! Yes, yes! Aaagghhh," Beth gasped, thrusting her wetly throbbing vagina up against the older man's bobbing face.
The delicious licking of her quivering young cunt enveloped her nakedly writhing body with lewd hunger, and she wanted it to continue, go on forever. Suddenly, she felt his outstretched finger slide into the crevice between her thrusting buttocks and groaned with pleasure as he began to caress her tiny little rectum. That felt good! Then he forced the tip forward, penetrating the tight spincter muscle guarding her anal passage. The pain in her virginal hole blended with the uncontrollable surges of erotic excitement rippling out from her feverishly throbbing vagina, and she began to pint uncaringly.
A strange sadistic glow spread across James Benson's face as he felt her ass-cheeks pushing eagerly back against his hand, and he thrust his finger in deeper, widely stretching her tightly pulsating anus. By God, she was an anal erotic as well as being at hot little bitch.
Gasping from the pain, a madness overtook Beth and she wanted to be hurt, wanted to be punished for her perverted behavior with the teenage boys. Impaled on Benson's long probing tongue fucking in and out of her throbbing cuntal passage, and his outstretched middle finger sawing back and forth in her painfully widened rectum, the young campaign worker felt a wild masochistic ecstasy seething deep inside her taut little belly. Nothing mattered now but the wonderful delirium of the exciting sensations sweeping through her lust-tortured body. There was nothing else in the whole world except this crazed hunger in her loins as she writhed between the man's finger and tongue.
"OoolmWmhhhh," she moaned, "I can't stand it! James! Please! I'm dying ... it's too much! Too good! Harder! Harder! Aaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhh!"
The political publicist worked frantically, feeling her softly curling pussy-hair brushing against his cheeks. Goddamn, he'd never seen anyone as hot as this beautiful little bitch! She was really turned on now! The way her ass-cheeks were pivoting around on the bed and the way she was holding his face tight against her wildly quivering cunt proved she'd really wanted to be fucked all the time. He stared up into her lust-contorted face, and suddenly the thought hit him that maybe she had asked the boys to fuck her ... maybe she was just a little whore after all! But he didn't care ... not now! His snake-like tongue plunged back and forth into her fiery little hole as his speeded rhythm drove her into a frantic writhing movement. He wanted her to beg him to shove his painfully throbbing cock up inside her mouth-watering cunt.
He continued to nibble at Beth's hardened little clitoris as a low guttural groan exploded from her tightly clenched teeth. Her soft satiny thighs gripped his head in a bone-crushing convulsion, and he could feel her moistly pulsing flesh as it quivered against his long teasing tongue, attempting to imprison it deep inside her tight little vagina while her puckering anus sucked like a feeding fish's mouth at his extended finger. He pressed his saliva-filled mouth down into her pulsating slit, and used his nose to rub against the sensitive little nub of her clitoris. Excitedly, he breathed in the pungent odor of her flowing cuntal juices and felt his cock lurch into an even greater hardness. He knew he couldn't control his desire much longer ... he had to have release.
Beth was now lost in the hunger of her love-starved body, and every muscle strained upward toward the overpowering sensations up between her legs. She'd never dreamed that a grown man could bring her such pleasure! She'd never wanted one before! But, this was wonderful.
"Ooohhhhhhhh! Aaaaagggghhhhhhhh," she panted, splaying her knees as wide as humanly possible in her bent-double position. "Oh God! Don't stop! Eat my pussy! Lick my cunt! Shove your finger deeper in my asshole! Aaaaaggghhhh!"
James fucked his sodomizing finger in and out of her widely stretched anus, probing the soft mushy lining while he thrust his tongue in and out of the greedily sucking passage of her vagina. She was ready to be fucked now! She hadn't asked him to, but he was ready and couldn't wait any longer.
Beth felt her climax rushing to an apex of pleasure that threatened to blow her mind. The waves of release were already washing over her nakedly writhing body, and she mewled as the obscene pleasure of her orgasm hit her again and again, tearing her body apart with ecstasy.
"I ... I'm cumming! I'm ccuuummmmming! Aaaiiiieeeeee!" She wailed in wanton rapture, but even at this height there was something missing ... a terrible emptiness in her belly.
Grinning in lewd triumph at the knowledge he had tongue-fucked her to orgasm, Benson withdrew his finger from her tightly clenching anus, and then lifted his face from her flowing slit. The young girl gasped as the cool air hit her hotly spasming vaginal passage. Her physical strength had drained from her body, and she was unable to fight him as he climbed over her satiated form. He kissed her flat little belly and then slid his lewdly licking tongue upward to her nakedly heaving breasts.
The older man had just placed the tip of his lust-thickened penis at the entrance to her quivering pussy when she blinked in alarm completely alert and anxious.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
"What the hell do you think I'm doing," he rasped. "I'm gonna fuck you. My cock's just about to explode."
"No ... no ... not that!"
"Why the hell not? he asked as he shoved hard and his heavy body fell on top of her, pinning her trembling buttocks to the mattress below. With one masterful shove, his long thick cock slid up into her wetly resisting pussy, ramming in until the throbbing shaft was buried to the hilt and his cum-filled balls slapping against her defenselessly upturned ass-cheeks.
"Oh God! Ooohhhhhhhhhh," she whimpered, feeling her quivering vaginal passage being completely filled with his lust-thickened penis. "Oh God! No!"
He ignored her pleas, unable to stop new even if his life depended on it. Shit! Her beautiful little cunt was so tight that he couldn't move his wildly throbbing cock without cumming! After a second or two he slowly inched his lust-hardened shaft outward until just the cock-head was buried in her soft warm slit. Then, ever so slowly, he pushed it back up inside her hotly trembling cunt until it was completely ensheathed in her clasping vaginal flesh.
But, James Benson had waited too long! His overpowering lust took control, and suddenly he began a sadistic sawing motion in and out of Beth's wide-stretched vaginal passage, mercilessly slamming against her squirming body beneath him. Quickly, he came to his climax, cumming in a never-ending stream of pent-up sperm that splattered like hot lead up against her cuntal walls.
Beth felt the explosion of his cumming inside her, and the tears filled her eyes with relief ... relief that it was all over! She lay beneath the man's spasming body unfeeling and disappointed. He wasn't her friend! He just wanted to use her body for a receptacle to empty his male sperm. When he collapsed to the bed beside her, she knew she'd have to leave his house today. She couldn't stay any longer and refuse him the use of her body. And besides that, she knew for sure now that the only male for her was a young boy like Joe Wilson. Joe!
She would find him and tell him she needed him ... wanted him! Wanted him ... and his friends ... to fuck her, to treat her as their own special whore.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After the campaign manager had left the house for the office, Beth dressed and packed her belongings in the one case she'd brought with her. There was nothing left behind to indicate that she was leaving for good, and furthermore, she didn't care what James Benson thought. He'd never find her! Not if she had anything to do with it. He had been good to her at first, but it had been erased by the few minutes in her bed earlier this morning.
She stopped at her own apartment just long enough to leave her things, and then went to the bus stop a block away. She had only one thing on her mind, and that was to find Joe. Suddenly, she thought of what she was doing and began to tremble with a pang of embarrassment. If she did the right thing she'd go back to her apartment and stay far away from her young friend. She should fight the terrible forbidden urge to be with the handsome teenager. How could she even think of becoming involved with him again? If the police ever found out, they'd arrest her and send her to jail ... for contributing to the delinquency of the juvenile boys.
That thought made her smile at the ridiculous law. It would be impossible for anyone to corrupt Joe. An experienced lover at sixteen ... a drug pusher, and even willing to deal in pornography! Contribute to his delinquency? That was the biggest joke of the year! Maybe there should be a law against contributing to the delinquency of an adult. As she sat on the bench waiting for the" bus, she let her thoughts wander from the moment, and she fell to thinking about her future. She would apply for a teaching position at a school in the ghetto, and then she could see Joe any time she wanted to ... or maybe she'd have a whole stable of young boys.
The bus dropped her on Whitten Street at four o'clock, and suddenly doubts began to assail her again. What if Joe didn't want to see her? He must have lots of girls! As she walked toward the door of the condemned tenement building, the beautiful brunette began to tremble with uncertainty and disgust. It was also possible that his parents would find out about their affair and report her, too.
All her courage deserted her the second she saw the door of the deserted tenement in front of her. Quickly, she turned and hurried down the street ... away from the room where the teenager had taught her to enjoy sex with him.
Seeing a coffee shop, she went inside and ordered a cup of hot black coffee, then with trembling hands began to sip the strong liquid. Slowly, her mind cleared enough for her to see things in a sensible light, and she was shocked at the unbelievable thing she'd almost done. Oh God! She'd wanted to go crawling to the youth and beg him to use her again!
But, thank goodness, she'd stopped herself before it was too late! Suddenly, the lonely brunette knew what she had to do. She needed professional help, and it was just about time she faced facts and asked for it. Somewhere in her past something had happened to make her crave young boys. She'd been orphaned at the age of six when her parents were killed in an accident, and she'd gone to live with an old-maid aunt. She could still remember how Aunt Maude had hugged and fondled her young cousin Bill when he visited them for the weekend, but she could never remember being hugged by anyone. She'd hated both Bill and her aunt because she always felt left out and unloved. They practically ignored her while they stayed in the bedroom most of the time.
Now, she remembered the times she'd secretly cried herself to sleep as a teenager, wishing that Bill would love her. He was the only boy she'd known since her aunt refused to allow her to date boys. Aunt Maude told her all about men and the way they took advantage of a girl. She shivered as she remembered the fear she felt when a boy even talked to her in high school. She was sure they were going to rape her right in the hallway. Just like Aunt Maude had told her they would.
Sitting at the table drinking coffee across the street from the tenement clubhouse of the young gang, Beth reluctantly admitted to herself that her problems could have started then. She used to lie in bed and caress her warmly pulsing vagina at night, pretending it was Bill doing it. Afterwards, she lay shivering with guilt and fear that her aunt would find out about what she did to herself.
Strange, that after all these years she should think about Bill and Aunt Maude. She thought she'd put it all out of her mind a long time ago. If only her parents had lived she might be a normal woman like the other girls she'd known in college. Convinced of her urgent need for professional help, the young brunette felt a heavy load being lifted from her heart.
Her decision made, the troubled twenty-four year old woman motioned for the waitress. She was determined to see the University counselor this very afternoon, taking no chances in changing her mind. Beth was digging in her purse for change to pay for the coffee when she heard a voice she thought she recognized talking to the man at the cash register.
Slowly she turned to look at the familiar group of four boys who had crowded into the coffee shop, and she almost cried out in suffering. It was Joe and his gang! Beth felt like a trapped rat, and the trap was closing in on her. She sank back against the chair and tried to hide her face, but it was too late. Joe had caught sight of the long black hair and had already recognized.
, "Hey, man! Look who's here! Whatcha doing, Pussycat, waiting for us?" he asked slyly as he sat down at the table beside her.
Beth looked up into the grinning face and fought the swirling tide of emotions that unsettled her mind. Quietly, she answered, "No! I had some business to take care of and stopped for a cup of coffee. That's all!"
"Looks fishy to me," the youth said teasingly. "You sure you didn't come to get something ... something you left in our club house?"
"No ... no ... I did not," she stammered as the other boys gathered around and began to snigger at her confusion.
"Hey, Joe, let's show her the new camera we bought," one of the boys whispered.
"Yeah! We bought it just for you," Joe said, leeringly.
"That's too bad, because you wasted your money." Beth was shaken, but still felt she could fight her lewd desires. "I was just leaving, so goodbye."
"Wait a minute," Joe grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the table as she got up and started to walk away. "Where you been the past two weeks?"
"It's none of your business. Why should you care what I do with my time?"
"That's gratitude! I make a special trip to your apartment every fucking day to look for you, and that's the thanks I get. I was worried about you."
Beth dropped into the chair where she'd previously been sitting and with a pleading voice said, "Joe! Please let me go! Help me!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Pussycat," Joe hung his head and sighed, "Chick, I'm hung up on you, don't you know that?"
The trembling young brunette woman stared at the teenage boy with haunted eyes. He couldn't mean what he was saying. It was wrong! She had to stop this madness! Still determined to fight the excitement that inundated her loins at the thought of Joe really liking her as she liked him, she said, "Joe! It's all wrong for you and me ... to...." she paused and stared around the leering faces of the other boys surrounding the table. She was too ashamed to finish what she was trying to say.
"To what," Joe said stubbornly.
"I ... I can't talk here ... in front of everyone," she mumbled.
"Then come with me to the clubhouse where we can talk without being interrupted."
"No! They'll follow us!"
"No, they won't! I promise!" Joe crossed his heart in mock sincerity, and then turning to the boys, he winked broadly at them and snapped, "I don't want nobody to leave this place before I come back. Hear me?"
"Yeah! Sure! Course!" the boys chorused.
"Come on, Beth. Let's go talk about it." The youth got up and grabbed Beth's hand, trying to pull the voluptuous brunette out the door with him.
"Wait a minute, Joe! Wait!" she snapped, holding back, forcing him to let go of her hand. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know about being alone with you. I ... I don't trust you."
"You really crush me, baby. You can trust me. I won't do anything you don't want me to. I just want to tell you how much I love you."
"It won't do any good ... not this time. I'm not ever going to ... to ... do that with you again," she stammered.
"O.K.! If that's the way it is, then I'll just have to accept it," the youth said regretfully as he stepped through the door and held it open for her.
His sudden change of heart was too much for Beth's faltering emotions, and she followed him down the street. She wanted to explain to him how she felt and how wrong it was to do the obscene things they did that night, but the real problem was she couldn't trust herself. Of course, if she was going to try to overcome her emotional problems then she'd have to start being strong ... it was time she started fighting her weakness for young boys.
"Joe, you're sweet." She sighed in defeat and said, "Come on." She locked her arm through his and ran across the street toward the condemned tenement house. "I want to explain to you how I feel. What I'm going to do after I leave you."
They stepped into the building and hurried up the rickety stairs, pausing in front of the door to the club rooms to catch their breath.
"Whew! I'm not used to that," Beth coughed and smiled at the grinning youth.
"Aw, that's nothing!" Joe answered as he opened the door and led her inside. "I'm locking the door. See!" He made a big point of letting her see the key turn in the lock and then leaving it there.
"Thank you! I just want to talk alone."
Together they went to the room where the mattresses were and sat down side by side, their shoulders touching. Beth felt the sudden contact through her dress and knew it was going to be tough refusing anything the young boy asked for. She would simply have to retain her cool, control her runaway emotions.
"Hey! How about a smoke?" the teenager grinned at her as he took a joint out of his pocket.
"No! Definitely not! Joe, I'm serious about what I said."
"I know ... but, it wouldn't hurt anything."
"Doesn't matter. I'm not smoking any grass, understand!"
"Okay! Do you believe me when I say you've really fucked up my head?" he asked, staring into her eyes with a pained expression on his face.
"I ... I don't know," Beth stammered and turned away from his child-like look. "I just know it can't happen again. It's wrong ... terribly wrong, Joe! I shouldn't have let it happen. It's all my fault, because I'm sick ... mentally sick!"
"No ... you can't be. That's silly. There's nothing wrong with you. You're perfect," the youth said as he reached out and gently caressed her hair for a moment.
"You're wrong! I am sick!"
"Who says so? That old bastard who saw you balling?" he asked suspiciously. "Just because you dig fucking? That's why you're supposed to be sick?"
"Yes, that's why I'm sick; but no, it wasn't that man. I think I'm sick." It was barely a whisper as Beth felt the tears begin to fill her blinking eyes.
"Then half the population of the world is sick! If it's sick to like fucking and well to shoot people in wars, then I'm sick, and I'm glad ... glad ... glad! You hear? I'm glad!"
Beth lay back across the mattress and covered her face, choking back the sobs that threatened to engulf her. Quickly, Joe lay beside her and tenderly took both her hands in his. He kissed her eyes, her nose, her lips, her chin, and then returned to her closed eyelids to repeat the process.
"Beth! Listen to me. It's fun being with you, and yes, it's fun balling with you, too! Don't fight it! I think it's wonderful to be loved."
"You're too nice to me! I'm really screwing up your life ... and mine. I ... I ... oh God help me." She yanked one hand away from his and then wrapped her arm around his neck, hungrily pulling the boy down against her trembling body, kissing him passionately on the lips. She really did need him, but she couldn't have him ... not a sixteen year old boy!
Beth moaned in desperation as he slipped his hand inside the "V" of her dress and caressed her naked breasts, sending flames of lewd desire arching throughout her love-starved body.-Small shivers of wanton excitement raced through her erect little nipples as he rolled them into lust-provoking little nubs. She felt the heat of his rasping breath on her face as he kissed her slightly open mouth, plunging his warm wet tongue between her white teeth. Subconsciously, she thrust her own tongue forward and he sucked it deep into his mouth. Oh God! His kisses were like liquid fire. She should leave. Go now. Get away from him before it was too late. Already her vagina was throbbing out a heated liquid-the prelude to making love.
The youth eased his mouth away from hers and whispered in her ear, "Let's take our clothes off, Pussycat."
Instantly the danger of her impossible situation struck her. Again she thought about running away ... far away from this handsome teenager who drove her to the brink of insanity with his caresses. But, more than that, she wanted him to hold her in his strong young arms and satisfy this terrible craving in her belly.
"Come on, please!" he said, sitting up on the mattress and removing his shirt.
Weakly, she protested, staring at his naked chest as he began unzipping his tight Levi's and sliding them down his youthfully slender legs. Then, completely naked, he glued his mouth to hers again, his tongue moving deep into the soft moistness and sparring with hers. Unconsciously, she let her hand slide to his breast, her fingertips raking his tiny nipple, squeezing and rolling it as he had done to hers earlier.
She felt his hand traveling up the tender flesh of her inner thigh beneath her mini skirt, and momentarily, her breath caught in her throat as his outstretched middle finger slid inside the tight elastic legband and parted the sensitive lips of her vagina to allow the tip of his finger to graze her already hardened clitoris.
Beth froze as her brain fought for control. She couldn't do it! This was exactly what she didn't Want to do. She'd promised to fight it, and fight it she would.
"No ... Joe ... no ... don't do that she gasped, struggling with renewed strength to get away from his tightly entwined arms.
"Goddamnit, now what's wrong?"
"Leave me alone! Let me go! I can't talk to you," she snapped, starting to get up off the mattress.
Quickly, he reached out, caught her wrist in his hand, and shoved her backwards. The weight of his naked body pinned her to the soiled mattress beneath him as he growled in anger, "Shit, you're really a cock-teasing bitch! I was gonna be nice to you, but if you want it the hard way, then you're gonna get fucked like you never been fucked before." He hooked his fingers in the nylon of her bikini panties and tore them away from her loins with one savage jerk.
"Oh God, no! I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to arouse you! Please, Joe ... please let me go!" she pleaded as hot tears of shame ran down her cheeks. The teenager's only answer was to shove her dress up over her hips and bunch it around her waist. Her ripely voluptuous thighs, the soft dark pussy hair, and the flatness of her white belly were visible to his leering eyes, and she felt his warmly throbbing penis being forced against her trembling vaginal slit as he spread her thighs apart with his knee. Then he raised her legs high, forcing them wider apart and used the thick rubbery head of his cock to part the fleshy pink lips of her fearfully quivering cunt.
The helpless young campaign volunteer shuddered and moaned in undeniable delight as she felt the electrifying contact against the sensitive nub of her clitoris. And slowly then, the rigid shaft of boy-flesh began to sink deep into her involuntarily clutching passage.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhh ... dear God help me...." Beth gasped in lewd excitement as his hotly throbbing penis filled her tight little pussy.
"I gotta fuck you ... you fucking cunt...." Joe blurted as he began sadistically slamming into her with mindless abandon.
He came down heavily on top of her, crushing her dress-covered breasts against his chest. He slammed into her with roaring fury, sending his long virile cock sliding all the way inside her wetly clasping cunt, pushing the soft moist flesh in pulsating waves of rapturous sensation in front of it. His tight little balls slapped rhythmically against her nakedly upturned ass-cheeks as he sawed his rigid shaft back and forth, thrusting deeper, ever deeper up into her belly.
"Oh no! Oh Jesus!" she moaned beneath him as he speared into her mercilessly. It was like a warm wonderful pole of hard flesh being driven into her erotically throbbing vagina, and she could feel every tiny ridge on its stiffened length as it stroked in and out of the ecstatic hole up between her widespread legs.
"Like it rough and hard?" he asked as he grinned down at her in sadistic delight.
When she didn't answer, Joe snapped, "I asked you a question, you fucking cunt," he roared as he spread her thighs wider and slammed into her with a body-jolting lunge.
"Yes ... yes ... Joe! Do whatever you want to ... punish me ... punish me for hurting you."
"Beg me to fuck you ... like you did the last time."
"Fuck me...." she said in an unfeeling monotone.
"With the same spirit, pussycat. Like you really mean it."
"Fuck me, you bastard ... fuck me hard! Fuck me...." she hissed, spitting out the lewd words as she raked her fingernails across his naked back.
The youth yelped with pain as the blood oozed from the deep scratches, and he slapped her hard across the face. "Do that again, you whore, and I'll kill you," he snapped, then bit down on the dress covered nipple of her firmly upthrust breast.
Beth didn't even cry out! Her degradation was surely complete now. She'd brought it all on herself and the only way to purge her sins was to let herself be punished ... tortured by the same youth she'd lusted for. She would fight the exciting pleasure and accept only the suffering. Her mind was strong enough to retain control over her body, and she intended to see that it did control it, no matter how good the boy lover might feel.
She knew that Joe was waiting for her to stop resisting, signaling the moment when she would begin enjoying his vile treatment. But, this time he would have to wait until hell froze over! The agony in her mind made her moan uncaringly as the young boy clamped his mouth over hers, digging his wet tongue between her quivering lips. He began a slow rocking movement, fucking in and out between her widespread legs, his rock-hard cock scraping against every tingling nerve ending in her pussy. As the heated sensations spread throughout her involuntarily responding body, the tortured young woman instinctively knew she was fighting a losing battle against her lewd hunger.
And it wasn't long before her hips began to buck wildly beneath the boy's naked body and she groaned incessantly up into the moisture of his mouth as she shoved her tongue, with mindless rhythm, deep into his throat. Loud passionate mewls of lewd delight were wrung from her lips as she strained her pulsating pussy up to meet his pistoning young penis.
Joe slaved above the shamelessly aroused brunette, moving suddenly into longer deeper strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her hotly clasping vagina on the backstroke, and then slamming forward into her wide-split cunt until she felt the harsh slap of his sperm-laden testicles against the naked crevice of her anus. They tossed and rolled across the bed like two animals in the death throes, the movement forcing their lips to separate.
Abruptly, Beth realized she was on top of the young boy and she clamped her knees against his slender sides holding him in place, suddenly taking control of their obscene motions.
"Ummmmmmmm! Wanta be boss, huh?" he grinned up into her lust-contorted face.
"Ooohhhhhhhh! Aaaahhhggghhhhhh," was the brunette's only reply as she bounced her wildly ecstatic pussy up and down on his rock-hard shaft of flesh.
Smiling, Joe pulled her face back down to his lips and kissed her, plunging his tongue deep into her gasping throat while she twisted and wantonly spread her vaginal slit as wide as she could. Her circled pussy lips were throbbing with an excess of blood and were swollen almost twice their normal size as they lewdly sucked at his thickened hardness.
After a moment, the naked teenager pulled his mouth away from hers again and lifted his head slightly in order to look down at her gaping hair-lined furrow. He watched his wetly glistening penis sliding in and out of her pouting pink cunt, her nibbling pussy lips clinging to his shaft as if reluctant to let it go. Then he looked up into her beautiful, lust-contorted face and saw her eyes grow vacant and smoky as she started the slow climb to orgasm.
The sight was too much for the virile young boy and he quickened his thrusts, hot and deep up into her belly. The tormenting hunger up between her legs caused Beth to thrash above him, and she rode his hard young cock as if she couldn't get enough of it."
"O o o h h h h h h h h h ... aaaaggg hhhhhhhhh...." she chanted as she raced the final lap to an insane climax, and felt his thickened shaft expanding inside her ecstatic vaginal passage.
"Oh shit ... fuck ... oh shit ... I'm cum ... cummming," Joe roared as he grunted and groaned, his buttocks grinding up off the mattress, stabbing his wildly ejaculating cock upward into the hidden recesses of her womb.
Beth was a blistering mass of delightful pleasure deep inside her loins as the overpowering pressure built inside her. She was only vaguely aware of the youth's fingers playing with her throbbing cuntal lips now, and the hot slippery friction-as he tweaked at her sensitive clitoris-threatened to unhinge her mind.
"Harder ... harder ... Joe ... don't take it out," she gasped. "I'm about there. Keep fucking! Oh God, don't stop!" She breathed a grateful sigh when she felt his renewed erection.
At that precise moment, two of the young boys who had accompanied Joe Wilson to her apartment that night came piling into the room where the couple were lewdly writhing on the dirty mattress.
An obscene snicker penetrated Beth's lust-deafened mind, and her body momentarily froze in mid-stride as she stared around to see who it was. When she saw the hot glittering eyes of the two familiar teenagers, she felt her heart lurch painfully. Oh no! Joe had betrayed her again. He'd promised her. In spite of her initial rush of anger and disappointment, she felt the sudden jolt of lewd excitement-even greater than anything she had experienced before-as she realized someone was once again watching her fuck.
Joe grinned up at the boys and raised his hand in salute. Immediately, one of them moved over beside the partially naked brunette and began to caress her sensually quivering buttocks. Standing about six feet away from Beth and the two boys, the lone boy stood with a camera in his hand.
Beth felt the eager fingers tugging cruelly at her exposed ass-cheeks while one finger probed at her defenselessly puckered anus, teasing at the tiny opening as she began uncontrollably bouncing up and down on Joe's virile young cock again. She winced as an outstretched finger suddenly popped through the tightly surrounding nether-ring and dug at the spongy flesh inside.
"Ooohhhhhhhhh ... yes ... yes ... hurt me ... destroy me ... torture me!" She spat out the words as she clenched her teeth in agony.
And then, almost at once, the pain began subsiding and a tingling joy took over. The final debasement and ravishment of her rectum caused masochistic sensations of lewd pleasure to surge through her body. The one teenager hurriedly snapped a picture as the other youth removed his finger from her tightly puckering anus. Then, he lifted the skirt of the kneeling girl's dress, and pulled it upward over her nakedly swaying breasts. Beth lifted her arms high in the air, never missing a stroke as Joe's rigid penis punched up into her frantically quivering cunt from below. She was so aroused that she really wasn't consciously aware when the confining dress was pulled over her head and tossed to the floor.
"Now, she'll be naked in the pictures."
"Oh yes ... take my picture ... play with me ... fuck me ... do everything...." She moaned in mindless lust as the teenager's hand returned to caress every inch of her now naked flesh and she began reaching for that magic apex of sensation. Once again she was about to cum when suddenly the door splintered from a powerful blow outside, then with lock broken, crashed inward against the wall.
"You goddamned whoring bitch," the sound of James Benson's deep angry voice was equal to the sting of a whip-lash. Everyone in the room froze. One youth had his hand glued to the naked girl's flesh while the other boy stared in transfixed horror, the camera dangling from his hand. Joe lay unmoving beneath Beth, his virile young cock beginning to wilt at the look of rage on the older man's face.
Beth cowered down against the teenage boy beneath her, covering her head as if protecting herself from a blow.
"You weren't satisfied with me! You had to have little kids," he rasped at the shivering brunette. "You perverted bitch!"
Then, staring around at the teenagers, he snarled, "Up against the wall, you sons of bitches! I'm gonna show you assholes something you won't ever forget." The older man's angry voice vibrated through the room with demanding authority, and the two trembling teenagers moved back against the wall on the far side of the room, both looking as if they were about to bolt.
"Please, James ... go away ... just go away," Beth looked up and pleaded.
"You shut up, you stupid bitch," he snapped and then ordered, "You ... with the camera! Come here, you little shithead."
The youth haltingly stepped forward and with trembling hand passed the camera to the angry man as he reached for it. With a violent movement, Benson slammed the instrument against the wall smashing it into many pieces. The boys all gasped as though in pain as the older man then viciously ground the jumbled wreckage into the floor with the heel of his shoe.
"Now ... as for you, you little bastard," he pointed at Joe who was lying unmoving in fright beneath the badly trembling brunette. "You get to fucking! And I do mean F-U-C-K-I-N-G!"
"But ... but...." Joe stammered. "I ... I ... "
"Don't but me ... I said fuck ... N-O-W!" Benson rasped as he bent down and put his finger on the boy's nose, and added, "Get going!"
Joe jumped in sudden fear. Jesus! This old son of a bitch was obviously a mean devil, and in his fucked-up state of mind, he might do anything. The ghetto youth was helpless without his knife, and there was no way to reach it in his pants pocket, so he'd better play along for the time being. The other guys were safe enough if they just stayed put, but would they help him if the old cocksucker became violent? Suddenly he doubted it, and he decided to cooperate.
James Benson moved up behind Beth's nakedly shaking buttocks and felt his anger fading as he stared down at her beautiful curving ass-cheeks. God! She was an exciting bitch! Why the fuck couldn't she just be satisfied with him and leave the kids alone? He was a hellava lot better lover than a little boy! Suddenly, his anger returned full force and he hated her; yet, he wanted her, too!
"You're nothing but a fucked up whore ... and I'm going to treat you like one," the older man said ominously through clenched teeth as he angrily lowered his hand to her sweat-streaked anal crevice and began probing at the tiny puckering hole with the tip of his outstretched finger.
"Oh ... please." Beth moaned as her sphincter muscle tightened in frightened defense.
"Shut up. I saw that little son of a bitch over there reaming out your asshole with his finger. Now let a man show you how it should be done."
"Uh, Mr. whatever your name is," Joe said with mock bravery, "why don't you just leave, and we'll forget about you breaking our door down."
"The shit you'll forget," the older man growled. "When I'm through with you, you little fuckheads won't ever forget me. I promise you that."
Joe Wilson swallowed audibly and began fucking, as ordered.
"Please, James! Let the boys go and you can do whatever you like with me," Beth pleaded.
"Look, baby, they're as much to blame as you are. I'm going to show you what perversion really is, and they're going to watch. I'm gonna fuck you in the asshole, and if either one of the little shitheads try to leave, I'll do the same thing to them," Benson growled, feeling his long hard cock painfully pressing against his tight pants. The lewdness of what he was planning made his loins burn with obscene desire. "As for you, Joe, you little bastard, you're going to fuck her in the goddamn cunt while I'm blazing a trail up her rectum."
"No! Oh, no! James ... please don't do that to me! I can't take your penis inside my anal passage. It'll split me wide open! You're too big," Beth was faint with fear. He had hurt her when he'd penetrated her vagina with his horribly thick shaft. Now, he would surely kill her if he tried to put it in her tiny little rectum.
"Tough shit," he snorted. "Kid-fuckers should be tortured until they slowly die from the pain."
"Mr...." Joe started to say, but wasn't allowed to finish his sentence.
"Shut your trap, kid. Just stay quiet and fuck, and you'll be safe," the glaring campaign manager growled menacingly, his eyes looking strange. The thought of sodomizing this beautiful young woman had filled him with uncontrollable lust, and his semen-churning balls ached with an implacable desire. All he could think of was her tightly puckering little orifice peering up at him from between the soft white mounds of her ass-cheeks.
Joe stared as the older man withdrew his hand, unfastened his pants, and quickly dropped them to the floor, not even bothering to take them off his feet. His thick rigid penis sprang out from his loins, and the huge, angrily inflamed cock-head was poised only inches from Beth's helplessly widespread naked buttocks.
Benson shuffled closer to Beth's cringing ass-cheeks and used his right hand to separate the fleshy mounds while with the other hand he pointed the lust-swollen tip of his hardened shaft at the tiny opening to her rectum. He began pressing forward, then cursed as his penis slipped away. He repositioned his throbbing hardness and pushed again. Sweat popped out on his forehead as he strained forward in an effort to make penetration. But no matter how much pressure he exerted against the kneeling brunette's wildly quivering anus, he could not penetrate.
"Beth, baby, you really do have a tight little asshole. But there are ways around that." The older man drew back about three inches and dipped the middle finger of his right hand in the heated flowing cuntal juices running down the inside of her shaking thighs. Then, he began to stroke the full deep slit between her buttocks with obscene glee, spreading the lubrication back and forth. Just as the terrified woman was beginning to relax, he suddenly rammed the tip of his finger just inside her tightly clenching rectum.
"Oh my God, James ... don't ... that hurts...." she yelled with pain as she thrashed, trying to force the invading finger from her tortured hole.
"No shit," James grinned, reveling at her cries of anguish. He felt the tight elastic sphincter muscle give way and his middle finger slid up to the first knuckle as the soft inner passage closed around his outstretched finger like a second skin. Jesus Christ, if it's that tight on my finger, what the hell is it going to feel like on my prick."
"Oooooohhhhhh ... nooooooooo," Beth moaned as she clenched her buttocks as tightly as possible.
No longer smiling, Benson pushed down with great force and his middle finger popped through the remaining muscles impaling her tight little hole until his palm was pressed against her nakedly trembling ass-cheeks.
The tortured brunette wailed continuously now as the pain tore at her rear end and completed her humiliation. Through tear-dimmed eyes she saw the wide-eyed and obviously terrified young boys standing against the far wall, staring at the lewd spectacle in front of them. They were like frozen statues unable to move, and her face burned with shame as she helplessly knelt over Joe's naked body beneath her, while the political boss mercilessly impaled her rectum from behind.
The older man began sawing his finger in and out of her tight anal passage, digging into her tender virginal flesh. A moment later, he forced still another finger into her wide-stretched anus, ignoring the pleas and tears of the suffering girl.
Joe was glued to the mattress from the force of the powerful older man holding them in place, but also the salacious scene of Beth being fucked in the asshole by the man's outstretched fingers made his youthful cock begin to swell and grow into an even greater rigidity than before. Slowly, the youth began to move his newly excited erection, and soon he was plunging in and out of the kneeling brunette's hotly clasping pussy with ardent vigor.
The pain had lessened now that Beth had adjusted to the relentlessly thrusting fingers deep inside her rectum and, in spite of her terror, she was soon moaning little animal sounds of pleasure as her suffering changed to lewd masochistic shivers of desire. When she felt Benson withdrawing his outstretched fingers from her tightly clenching anus, she felt a strange disappointment. An emptiness that needed to be filled with something.
But as Joe began wildly slamming his virile young penis up into her throbbing vaginal cavern, the wanton dark-haired girl soon forgot about the emptiness in her puckering anal passage. The slender hardness thrusting in and out of her wildly rejoicing cunt, rubbing against her erect little clitoris on every wonderful stroke, was all she needed. All she ever wanted!
Behind the nakedly kneeling brunette, James Benson placed both hands on her pumping ass-cheeks and used his thumbs to pull apart the soft glistening mounds to expose her wetly puckering hole. He slid his lurching cock back and forth through the freely flowing moisture from her pussy, preparing once again to enter her rectal passage. Momentarily he paused, then leaned forward again so that his swollen cock-head pressed against her tiny defenseless hole.
Beth began to shake with fear-but at the same time she was inundated with obscene lust-as she felt the older man's long rigid cock pressed against her anal opening. Ohhhh God, he was going to split her from rectum to vagina with his huge rod of male flesh! She was on fire with desire, but only for the youthful penis already buried in her greedily sucking cunt. She didn't want Benson and his massive thickness invading her virginal cavity.
With a lewd sigh of pleasure, the campaign manager brutally thrust his hips forward and, with one violent lunge, plunged his monstrous hardness far up inside Beth's anal passage, ramming mercilessly through the tight little opening, sadistically stretching the agonized sphincter muscles wide ... wide ... until he had buried his thick pulsating cock deep up inside her hot buttery rectum.
"Aaaaghhhhhhhh!" Her shriek echoed throughout the room.
Beth gasped with pain and felt her consciousness fading from the unbearable torture in her insidiously impaled anus. She fought to keep from fainting as she clenched her buttocks as tightly together as she could, trying to rid her bowels of the thickened shaft of male flesh.
With one last shuddering growl of lewd delight, Benson rammed forward and his sperm-swollen balls slapped against her moist cuntal slit. It was only then that he realized he was as far inside her tight little hole as he could possibly go. He held her nakedly squirming buttocks against his bristly pubic hair and gasped for breath, the shivering heat of her virginal little rectum almost blowing his mind.
The sadistic rape of her inflamed rectum threatened to unbalance the helplessly kneeling young girl. Never before had she been so agonizingly filled. His hot throbbing cock seemed to grow longer, pulsate faster, with each painful second. Then he brutally flicked the skewering instrument, forcing it even deeper up into her cringing sheath.
It was impossible for her to believe that the tormenting pain shaking her entire body could get any worse. But it did! She groaned again and again as James experimentally jabbed the head of his lust-thickened cock into the soft rubbery lining. Satisfied that he was as deep as he could go, he slowly withdrew his rock-hard shaft almost all the way out, feeling her anal lips pout out as they clung to his pulsating penis. Then; with lust-glazed eyes, he stared at the obscene spectacle as his wildly excited hardness slowly disappeared again deep inside her belly.
"Goddamn! You're so tight! Oh fuck! Hey, you punks! Do you see your baby-fucking girlfriend getting it in the ass?" His eyes rolled back in his head and with a vicious grin on his face, he began to fuck out of control, sadistically sodomizing the loudly wailing girl.
"Please ... James ... I beg you! Don't punish me any longer!" Beth wept as the pain destroyed any feeling of ecstasy she'd felt from the handsome teenager's virile young penis tightly embedded up inside her wetly clenching vagina.
Joe could feel the older man's massive cock sawing back and forth against his smaller one up inside her belly, and he could hardly believe the lurching male above her was actually fucking the girl in the asshole. Staring at the carnality while slamming deep up into Beth's hotly twitching cunt from below, the youth's penis burgeoned out with a new excitement as he was forced into making hard and deep strokes. He knew that Beth really must be suffering from the painful sodomy, but his own lewd excitement overrode any desire to help her. Besides, the powerful older man would only knock the shit out of him if he tried. And that was enough reason to just lay there and fuck. He turned his face toward the two teenagers -lined up against the wall and a grin covered his youthful face as he saw their lewdly staring eyes burning in disbelief and carnal anticipation.
"Take that ... and that ... and that...." James Benson snapped through gritted teeth as he slammed his hardened shaft in and out of the young woman's tortured rectum. "That's how you treat a whoring bitch, boys. You fuck them in the asshole and make them yell 'Uncle'."
Benson's eyelids fluttered with uncontrollable pleasure as the nakedly kneeling brunette futilely twisted beneath him in an effort to throw him off balance and dislodge his pulsing thickness from her stretched anal opening. But Beth's frantic writhings only caused the brutal sodomy to worsen as she accidentally bucked her mercilessly impaled rectum backwards, ramming the thick rod of flesh further than ever into her forever-stretched anal passage.
"Gggoooooo-ooooooddddd," she wailed out the last of her protests as she realized the helplessness of her position.
She lay sandwiched between Joe and the naked man in total degradation; unable to move without having a lunging cock bury deeper into one of her completely filled passages. She was suffering impossible pain, but it was only ironic justice. She'd allowed her perversions to be satisfied, and now this awful punishment was being heaped on her tortured body without hope of ending it.
Despair had dulled her brain to the point where it was almost a minute before the weeping young girl realized that the pain was lessening. She frowned. Had her mind just blocked it out? No! It was true! It didn't hurt any longer. Evidently her torn and stretched anus had grown accustomed to the thick length of cock buried deep up inside her belly. And then, as Benson began a steady sodomizing stroke in unison with Joe's youthful penis sawing back and forth inside her wetly clasping vagina from below, she even began to feel an unexplainable ripple of pleasure coming from her ravished hole nestled in the crevice between her quaking ass-cheeks.
Her suffering groans became gurgling moans of lewd delight as her brain reeled with confused impressions. The older man's penis actually felt good shoved all the way up inside her stretched rectal channel! It was a dark forbidden perversion, but it did feel good now; and even though she was no longer suffering, her mind refused to accept the thought that she could actually be enjoying an act of sodomy.
Her long dark hair shimmered across Joe's face below her as she bounced up and down, backwards and forwards, a sensual blur of rhythm, luxuriating in the lewd twin-fucking and the pleasure surging her forever-stretched rectum and the strange love of a teenage boy whose wonderfully throbbing penis was nudging her cervix on every stroke.
"Oooohhhhh! Yessssss! Fuck me, Joe darling. And fuck my asshole, James, you bastard," she heard the lewd words pouring from her lust-constricted throat, but she had no control over them.
Joe heard her mindless cry as she slammed downward onto his rock-hard cock, and then lift backwards against the older man's thick impaling penis. It was hard to believe that she was really asking to be sodomized. Maybe her fucking mind had finally snapped. The incredible pressure increased inside the youth's sperm-swollen testicles and almost drove him out of his mind as her enjoyment of the double ravishment became an undoubtable fact.
"Shit ... oh shit ... aaagghhhhhh! Goddamnit! Your pussy is to tight ... and good ... and hot!" the youth moaned gleefully, knowing that his climax was going to overtake him in seconds. "Ooooohhhhhhh!"
"Yes ... yessss ... fuck my cunt, Joe, darling ... my sweet little boy! Harder! Aaaggghhhhhh," the brunette wailed.
"I'm about to blow my fucking head, Pussycat. Put your ass in gear if you want to cum with me," the teenager groaned as he used all his mental powers to hold off his impending orgasm.
"That's it! Look at her go, you assholes. That's what a woman looks like when she's getting with it," Benson crowed lewdly as he gripped Beth's nakedly lurching hips, hanging on for dear life as she slammed backwards into his loins almost throwing him off balance on every stroke. "She's a goddamn fucking machine!"
But his grin faded almost immediately, and he began panting as he pistoned his thick hardness deep into her wildly rotating buttocks.
Beth moaned continuously now as the naked teenager impaled her hotly pulsating vagina from below while her boss from the campaign headquarters skewered her frantically puckering anus from behind. With a sure instinctive knowledge, the subserviently kneeling woman knew that she, too, was headed for a final explosion that would be greater than anything she'd ever experienced before in her life.
Abruptly then, Beth felt a quivering in her writhing belly, and she began to buck with an insane strength between the young boy and the older man. Their naked flesh was covered with fine beads of sweat, and their bodies made wet slapping noises as they all three slammed together in an obscene dance of love.
"Baby ... goddamn son of a bitch! Fuck, woman ... I'm gonna blow my lid ... Aaaaggghhhhhhh," Joe roared.
Suddenly, both males quickened their thrusts, hot and throbbingly deep as the shamelessly excited brunette jerked her body uncaringly between them. They grunted and hissed, their lust-devoured bodies mingling as they writhed together, ready to explode with never-ending streams of warm white cum.
Beth's naked swaying breasts were scraping back and forth across Joe's youthful chest as she squirmed up and down in ecstatic joy. And then, suddenly she was shaking, no longer in control of her body, lewdly vibrating from head to toe between the two sandwiching males.
Her moistly throbbing little pussy opened up around the young boy's slender erection and warm spewing gushes of her cum flooded around his rapidly thrusting penis. Joe pistoned his hips up and down, rapidly fucking deep up inside her quivering belly as the lips of her tightly convulsing cunt worked and sucked at his desire-inflated cock as though trying to pull it out by the roots.
"Oh God ... Oh Christ! Sweetheart ... harder ... fuck me harder ... I ... I ... I'm cum-cu-cumming! Aaaaggghhhhhhh! I'm c-cumming," Beth wailed.
At the same time, feeling as though her spasming sphincter muscles were squeezing the head off his thick pulsing cock, James groaned, "Mother fuck! Shit! I can't hold it! Uggghhhhh! Oooohhhhhhh! Damn! Here it comes! I'm cumming! It's all yours, darling!"
He spewed his load of hot sticky cum high up into her wildly sucking rectum and continued to groan in lewd delight until every drop of life-giving sperm had been sucked from his slowly collapsing penis.
Beth's throat was swollen and her breath rasped through her widened lips in short desperate moans as she felt the older man's wildly jerking cock explode deep up inside her ravished anus. The tight muscular lining of her vaginal passage clutched at Joe's youthfully ramming cock, and he growled in mind-blowing demand, "Aaaaggghhhhh! Shiiiiittt! Man, I'm gonna cum, too! I'm ... I'm c-c-cumming!"
Joe plunged deep into the older woman's tightly clasping pussy with all his virile strength, almost squeezing Benson's limply imprisoned flesh from her puckering rectal passage. The warm white jets of his fresh teenage semen flooded her quivering vagina just as he heard her scream out her second orgasm, "Oh ... oh ... I ... again, sweetie ... I'm cumming again!"
Joe continued to slam his hardened cock in and out of her wetly twitching cunt until his youthful hardness grew soft and slid downward, backing out of the hot little hole with a lewd slurping sound, leaving a thin stream of cum flowing down over his naked loins beneath her.
Beth's exhausted body quivered like a wounded animal, and she mumbled meaningless words of rapture as she felt the youth's virile boy-flesh sliding from her cum-inundated cunt. When she felt him completely withdraw, she collapsed on top of his stilled body. The foamy white sperm trickled out of her fluttering vaginal passage and puddled on his pubic hair before dropping onto the soiled mattress beneath their naked bodies.
As their orgiastic fluids mixed, joining them together, she knew that the older man behind her didn't matter. He would never be a part of her future. She needed young boys, and that was all that she ever wanted. She needed the pure and sweet love of an innocent ... a teenager! Even if they weren't so innocent, or sweet, sometimes.
The campaign manager withdrew from her ravished anus and sat back in exhaustion on the floor beside the mattress. As his heated cum flowed from her reddened hole and dripped down her trembling thighs, she turned and stared at his collapsed form. She didn't hate him for what he'd done, she didn't feel anything for him. He didn't exist as far as her future was concerned.
Finally, she slid her body onto the bed beside the sixteen year old boy and whispered, "You're wonderful, Joe! I really like you."
"Yeah! Well, I dig you, too! You're some fuck!" the youth grinned at her as his eyes closed in satisfaction.
Uncaring now that James Benson was sitting on the floor near them, Joe pulled the naked brunette close to his youthful chest and held her tightly, passionately kissing her on the lips, knowing that he would want her again and again, even though she was much older than he. She was, without a doubt, the best fuck he'd ever had. And he'd taken her cherry, by God! Besides, now that he'd seen it happen, he wanted some of her asshole, too! His virile young cock began to stir with renewed interest as he thought of the tight little hole closing around his pulsing hardness.
James Benson pulled his guilt-ridden body to his feet and stood staring at the two naked lovers curled together on the mattress in front of him. Too bad! He could be happy with Beth if she were different. She really dug sex. She'd even liked the painful sodomy he'd inflicted on her subserviently kneeling body. But, she only wanted teenagers, and that was something he couldn't tolerate.
At least he could take her home and try to talk some sense into her head. He zipped up his pants and reached down to touch her on the naked shoulder as he said, "Come on, Beth. I'll take you home."
"I'll see she gets home," Joe rasped. "You get the fuck out of here."
At the sound of their leader's voice, the forgotten youths straightened up and moved a couple of steps toward the older man. Neither one of the boys spoke as they waited. They didn't want any part of the big man, but if he got violent, they would have to help Joe.
"I'm taking her home, and you'll never see her again, you cocksucker," Benson roared.
"You old bastard, I'm not afraid of you," Joe started to get up but the older man easily shoved him back on the mattress and ordered, "Get your clothes on, Beth."
Without hesitation, the brunette began to grab up her clothes and quickly dressed. If she went peacefully he might not cause any trouble for her young friend.
"Forget it, Joe," she said gently. "I'll go! But I'll see you later, honey."
"O.K., if that's what you want," the youth shrugged and lay back on the soiled mattress with his eyes closed.
After she was dressed, Benson took Beth by the arm and led her out of the room. Pausing at the door, he looked back just once, then closed the door behind him, muttering, "I'd like to beat the shit out of that cocky little bastard."
Beth kept her eyes averted and humbly followed him to his car parked on the street in front of the tenement building. She didn't say it, but she thought the handsome youth had reason to be "cocky".
"Beth," James Benson said as they drove toward her apartment, "Why don't you give up this screwed up desire for kids?"
"No! I'm sorry ... but I can't." She sighed.
"You can, but you don't want to. That's what you mean."
"I guess you're right!"
"You're sick! You need help."
"Forget me, James! Forget that you ever knew me."
"I'm sorry about tonight. I shouldn't have done that to you, but I was so mad at seeing you with that little shithead."
"It's O.K. I'm not angry with you. I just don't want to see you again."
"If that's what you want," Benson snapped. "But there's one thing I can do for you. You're not going to go back to that cocky little punk. He'll be peddling your ass around town before the week's out."
"Calling him names won't help. I'll do whatever I like," she said wearily, not really sure how much damage this man could inflict on her and Joe Wilson.
"No, you won't! If you do, I'll have both of you put in jail. Do you understand?" he threatened as he stopped the car at her apartment building. Beth stared at him, and knew in her suddenly saddened heart that he was capable of doing what he said.
She could never see Joe again ... she'd have to leave Chicago and go far away where no one knew her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One evening after dinner, six months later, a radiant young woman was sitting across the table from three young boys at her rented house in the eastern district of Los Angeles. Beth was now a bleached blonde, having decided to change her looks as much as possible. She smiled as she now drank a toast from her wine glass, "To the best students in Los Angeles."
"To our teacher," the three youths chorused as they winked at each other and drank from the glasses being held toward Beth. All three of them felt just as proud as their teacher. They'd gone from delinquents headed for reform school to straight "A" students in one semester.
"Benny," Beth said, "I think your father is going to be a better student than you are. He's really smart."
"Oh yeah," the youngster replied. "Well, he can be smarter than I am in school, but hell never be a better man."
"You've even become a little braggert," Beth teased. "Well, shall we call him and have a contest?"
"No! You might decide you don't like me if you ever got a look at my old man's horse cock."
Beth ruffled his hair, "I doubt that ... besides, I was just teasing."
"How come you waste time on old people anyway?" one of the other boys asked, his forehead wrinkled in thought.
"It's not a waste. They needed someone to help them too. It's easy for you guys to learn because you're young and have all the facilities. Men and women who are already forty or fifty years old, and are uneducated, are ashamed to seek help. I want to cry every time I see them working so hard to learn to read and write."
"You're a strange woman, Beth," the boy Benny said. "My old lady says she'll skin my head if I ever give you any trouble, and yet, you're fucking us."
Beth smiled, but her heart was heavy as she said, "You have a wonderful mother, Benny. You should listen to her."
"Hey, come on," the blond teenage boy who had been sitting silent during the conversation, said, "Let's forget about parents and think about us."
Forcing herself to stay calm, the young woman got up from the table and the boys followed her to the den where she put a record on the turntable and walked over to the blond youth. Putting her arms around his waist she began to grind her hips against him and hum along with the rock music.
"Baby," the youth whispered, rubbing his already hardened penis against her loins, reveling in the pressure of his virile erection as it became hot and hard against her leg. "Baby, let's fuck."
Their hands met and held, then wordlessly they began to strip the clothes from their trembling bodies. As Beth led him to the bedroom and then pulled him down on top of her naked body sprawled in invitation on the bed, a frown creased her forehead, and her thoughts were confused. She was a very disturbed young woman tonight, but she couldn't let the boys know about her plans.
"Something wrong, baby?"
"Nothing ... not a thing, honey," she said as she tried to disguise the concern in her voice and grinned at the two youths standing in the open bedroom door waiting their turn. "Just make love to me. Give me a fuck to remember...."
Beth's worries were all too real. She knew this would be the last time she saw her teenage friends in Los Angeles. All her projects to help educate the parents of her young boys would end. And it was her own fault. The parents had trusted her, and she'd betrayed them by seducing their young sons.
Last night she'd had a visit from a male teacher from the same high school where she taught, and he'd told her that he knew she was having orgies with the teenagers. He assured her that if she'd let him in on the fun and games, he'd gladly keep quiet.
She'd known even then, that it was all over here and she'd have to move on. She was incapable of appeasing the older man just to keep him quiet; and besides, it would only be a matter of time before he'd tell someone ... a friend who'd want to join in too. Again, she'd have to move somewhere where no one knew her.
Would there never be an end to it? Always on the move! Well, maybe someday she'd go to a psychologist and get the help she'd needed for such a long time. But not soon ... a psychologist might cure her and, she thought in despair, I don't want to be cured because I'd die without them ... without their shy tender caresses ... their love....
