We, the publishers, are proud to present this new novel by author Andrew Maloney. The story concerns the conflict between a girl's ambition to succeed in her profession as a private detective and the restrictions society places on women in men's jobs.
Told from a sympathetic point of view, it is a story which holds our attention from first page to last. Our heroine, Nancy, is naive enough to believe that the men around her are to be trusted in any situation. Through a series of unfortunate circumstances, she gains experience which alters her innocence. But as the author points out, Nancy find nothing with which to replace her earlier prudishness ... she is, at the last, a nihilist with only her animal impulses to guide her.
The Divorce Photographs is a sad story, but one which exemplifies the predicament of many young girls who enter a profession after living a secluded, rather repressive childhood. As the book comes to a close, we notice that young Nancy has moved from job to job, still seeking an identity for herself through her work. Unfortunately, this desire-a desire for self-discovery-is subtly transformed into a need for self-obliteration. Shamed by a weakness for men, a weakness which dulls her ability to resist compromising herself in crisis situations, she finds solace by indulging in those very sexual acts which, initially, she'd tried to avoid.
Nancy's resiliency, her ability to summon her energy and try again after encounters which would be crushing to someone with less ambition, is commendable. Yet it is this desire to get ahead which proves to be her undoing. Caught between her need to be an attractive woman, and her urge to face the world as a responsible adult, she finds her actions fraught with contradiction. On the one hand, she wants to please her boyfriend, which means she should want to make him happy by taking a job which is in keeping with her role as a woman; on the other hand, she is a victim of her times and cannot resist the temptation of proving herself in a man's world on a man's terms.
The above themes make for exciting, absorbing reading. We believe that Mr. Maloney's newest work will engage the minds of everyone interested in the problem of the changing standards of sexual conduct-and the changing roles of women that this entails-that is now an issue of great importance in the United States.
-The Publishers Sausalito, California December, 1973
CHAPTER ONE
Nancy Mullins had cried all evening, but she still looked beautiful, as though her good looks improved even with sadness. She stood in front of the lavatory mirror and appraised her face in the glaring overhead light-her melancholy blue eyes peered back from beneath thick blonde eyelashes. Then she stepped further back and briefly glanced at her hour-glass figure.
Next week her boyfriend Hank was moving to Leedstown, the state capital, and they'd gotten together tonight for one of the last times ... She'd hoped they wouldn't quarrel but, as usual, things hadn't worked out as she'd planned. After picking her up at work, Hank had kissed her warmly ... even more warmly than usual ... and then tried to put his hand up between her legs. And for the hundredth time she'd barely managed to push him off her virginal young body before it was too late for both of them. Now she eyed her clothing and noticed that her top two blouse buttons were undone. Her long blonde hair was slightly mussed and streamed down the front of her ruffled blouse to frame her ripely jutting young breasts as they rose and fell with her emotions.
"Darn him!" she whispered to herself. It hadn't been something she wanted to do, but there'd been no alternative to refusing to sleep with him. If she gave in, it'd mean risking her self-respect. Besides, after fighting Hank off for two months, it'd be foolish to give in just before he left....
"Excuse me, dear," she heard a female voice behind her, "But I'd like to use that mirror."
Nancy gave her hair two rapid strokes, dropped her comb in her purse, and moved aside to let the woman have the mirror. Hank was waiting outside in his car, where he'd gone as soon as they finished eating. Now he'd drive her home. Then, after next weekend, she wouldn't see him again for a month-or perhaps ever she decided as she pushed through the ladies' room door and re-entered the restaurant. She'd dated no one but Hank Jones for the last two months. They'd spoken of marriage, but realistically she couldn't see marrying him, at least not when her career was just getting started. Still she didn't want to lose him. Her thoughts were troubled as she maneuvered through cars in the parking lot before she saw the taillights of Hank's Plymouth winking like bloodshot eyes in the darkness. He seemed in a good enough mood now, and greeted her with a chummy kiss when she slid into the front seat.
"All's forgiven," he said. He gunned the engine, and the snappy car lurched out onto the Central State Thru way. Moments later, they were one with the heavy end-of-the-weekend traffic.
"So, you're forgiving me now," she said. "I thought it was up to me to forgive you. "
Hank ignored the barb. "What time you gotta be at work tomorrow morning?" he smiled. "I thought we might drive around for a while...."
Oh God, he's beginning all over. He's going to try to park again! Nancy held her breath as her boyfriend darted his car around a tractor-trailer in front of them. "Well, it's going to be a big day. I'd better get home right away," she said.
"You're crazy about that new job, aren't you?"
"Now, hold on ... you know I've been planning for this for over two years," she said, fearing another argument about her new job.
"It's one thing to study criminology in college," he laughed derisively, "and another ... well, it doesn't seem right, a sexy girl like you taking a dangerous job as a cop!"
"That's not what it is. A plainclothes policewoman is what I am ... besides, it's not at all dangerous!"
"My ass it's not dangerous!" he swore loudly. "You're a sitting duck for every gangster walking the streets."
"I'd hardly call the Rockdale Shopping Mall a breeding ground for violent crime!" she said.
"It's happening everywhere!" He made a gesture that included the constant flow of cars on the thruway around them.
"I don't think that's what you're mad about anyway," she said when they'd passed a camper. "You're angry because I won't go to bed with you."
"Maybe I am!"
"You love me, don't you, Hank?" she asked.
"Yes, sure, I guess I do."
"Then, please try to understand my values. Maybe it seems old-fashioned to you, but...."
"How long has it been ... three weeks? A month?.:. since I asked you up to my apartment?"
"Why can't you wait until we're married?" she said brusquely.
"There you go again ... like a broken record!" Hank was getting angrier by the second.
"All right, let's stop the car," Nancy said oh an impulse, not even sure herself what was on her mind. Maybe she could find a way to please him and still not go all the way.
"Right here ... on the thruway!"
"No, dummy...." she giggled. "Why don't we go to my house?"
Hank was in such a fluster he had trouble keeping his eyes on the road. Nancy had constantly changed her mind during the past month and he'd learned not to keep his hopes very high. Nevertheless, he was optimistic about tonight; his blonde girlfriend couldn't hold out much longer without losing him, and she knew it. He was sure Nancy would give in on one of the two issues that always started a fight between them: she'd forget about her detective woman's job, or she'd come across for him in bed.
He turned off the thruway down Westfield Lane toward Nancy's duplex apartment. The streets were empty now, and the lights had gone off in most houses on her block. Her place was set back behind some tall maples. On either side of the modern one-story house, older homes were out-lined by the pale night sky.
"Okay, thanks," she smiled as he brought the Plymouth to a screeching halt in the gravel drive.
"Wait a minute. What do you think you're doing?" he said as she pushed open the car door.
"This is my house...."
"I know it's your house ... remember, you promised me something when you told me to bring you over here...."
She closed the door again, and searched in her purse for a cigarette. "I've decided against it, Hank."
"You bitch," he said softly.
"Wait, just a second," she said, nervously lighting a cigarette.
"I've been waiting nearly two months, and I'm fed up."
"Well...."
Hank reached down and adjusted the seat so that it slid back about a foot, putting her at a 45-degree angle to his body. He glanced around and saw a light go on in the top floor of the apartment house across the street. "Who's that?" he said.
"Probably Mrs. Jacobs ... she keeps an eye out for me," Nancy said.
"You've got nosy neighbors.". He looked angrily at the tiny pinpoint of her cigarette glowing in the dark.
"Why'd you push the seat back?" she asked, knowing the answer, but trying to stall for time.
"I thought we might as well make ourselves comfortable," the dark-haired young man explained. "If you're through smoking that weed, you can slide over here a little closer...."
Nancy put out her cigarette in the dashboard ashtray and eased over toward her boyfriend. She could tell he wanted her badly, but she didn't know what she could do about it. "Fifteen minutes," she said nervously, "then I should go in. Mrs. Jacobs has got binoculars out by now."
"Aw, come on, it's not like you're some innocent college kid, Nancy." He slipped his arm onto the seat behind her. "You've got the needs of a grown woman."
"Thank you, Dr. Jones," she replied. "But I am still a virgin!"
He dropped his hand coyly onto her shoulder-gingerly, as if waiting for some signal that it was all right. He'd tried to pet her some before they'd gone to the restaurant and that had started a row, but now they'd worked out a temporary truce. She didn't tense at his touch so Hank relaxed. Maybe he'd get what he wanted after all, he thought.
He pulled his long-haired girlfriend a little closer to his side, easing his hand down over her shoulder and along her upper arm, making the soft little blonde hairs stand on end as he gently stroked her naked flesh. Nancy knew what he was up to and was anticipating it; his large strong hand felt good on her skin, and it made her excited to have Hank caressing her. Now his hand was stroking her bare arm from her shoulder down to her wrist, his fingertips brushing against her full firm breast as his hand slid along her suntanned skin. Then unexpectedly he eased his fingers beneath the lushly curving mound, tenderly stroking the side of her breast beneath her sweater.
Nancy could feel a forbidden pleasure tingling through her young innocent body as his hand worked its way around over her resilient breast, gently massaging the sensitive flesh in his strong grip. She tried to pretend not to notice, but his fingers deftly tweaking her budding nipple were as much as she could stand. She'd felt the same lust-arousing sensation earlier and had blocked it out, but now it was returning, and more insistently this time. She looked up to make sure Mrs. Jacobs had gone back to bed, then turning her head, she met her boyfriend's lips in a tight, warm embrace, her tongue slipping between his teeth into his mouth and probing hungrily as the smooth flicking desire began to well up inside her.
Pleased at the response he was getting, Hank turned her toward him and slipped his right hand around her body and inside her blouse to squeeze her brassiere-less breast, kneading the soft flesh between his fingers. With his other hand, he finished unbuttoning her blouse, letting her nakedly upthrust breasts swell free like twin snow-capped peaks, their cream-like whiteness shining in sharp contrast to the rich brown tan on the rest of her body.
Their lips parted and before Nancy could protest, Hank quickly lowered his head to her quivering young breasts, fastening his lips tightly to her tiny throbbing nipple. He rolled the pulsing bud wetly around in his mouth, avidly licking at the spiked-out tip with his lashing tongue. Nancy could feel jolt after jolt of pure sensuous pleasure coursing through her lewdly, exposed body, and then suddenly a deep-throated groan slipped from her half-open lips.
"Ooooooooh ... Hank ... stop, please...." Her mind was going crazy with conflicting thoughts. Her young woman's body was urging her on, begging for more as the heat of desire slowly fanned into searing flames deep inside her wildly trembling belly. She remembered their arguement about her new job, and realized that it was selfish for her to be stubborn about giving herself to the man she loved when she was about to embark on a career he disapproved of ... Yet, it all seemed terribly crazy. She doubted she'd see Hank very much after he moved, and here he was actually contemplating making love to her for the first time in the two months they'd gone together!
She squirmed on the seat, unconsciously contracting her buttocks as the delicious agony seared from her tongue-whipped breasts down to the very center of her untried pussy. "Ooooooh, oooooooh," she moaned softly.
Hank was going wild with desire as he nibbled on her naked young breasts. They were rising and falling in silvery allure in the light from the shining moon, and beneath the mouth-wateringly full mounds, her tanned body tapered down to a narrow hand-span waist and then disappeared beneath her micro-miniskirt. Below the skirt flared the pale warmth of her trimly tapering thighs, and he lowered one hand to their beckoning softness, forcing her fear-clenched legs apart. But, afraid of her own longing, she clamped her thighs forcefully shut again around his hand.
Nancy moaned as the flesh-trapped hand moved upward under her skirt and made contact with the tight elastic legband of her white bikini panties. His fingers rubbed her passion-heated cunt through the nearly transparent nylon, pulling her swollen pussy-lips apart under the material by inadvertent tugs on the tender pubic hairs escaping around her narrow crotchband. Finally, she could hold her legs together no longer, and as they parted, Hank's hand slipped eagerly up under the tight restraining legband at the top of her thigh, feeling the warm pulsing dampness inside. His fingers caressed the delicate folds of her sparsely hair-covered cuntal flesh, rubbing maddeningly back and forth over her sensitive little clitoris and driving the groans from deep in her chest.
"No ... Hank ... this is enough, please noooo...." She moaned helplessly for him to stop, but nothing could hold her lust-hungry boyfriend back now. He pushed her micro-skirt up around her waist, and looked down at her invitingly spread thighs, and the faintest soft bulge of her pussy. Her pubic hair spilled from around her skimpy white panty crotchband in teasing blonde wisps, and he gasped with dangerously mounting desire. He could see his own hand beneath the sheer panty fabric, caressing her warm wet vaginal lips, and it sent a wild shiver of arousal through his rapidly hardening cock.
Returning to suck hungrily on her tiny erect nipple, Hank slipped his hand down along her moistening pussy slit, gently tickling the soft blonde hairs and working his fingers back under her buttocks until he reached her puckered little anus. He teased his extended middle finger at the tautly clenched opening, but she pulled his hand back away...."Ohhh ... God no," her voice trailed off into soft murmurs of protest.
Christ! His cock was straining madly against his undershorts, standing up as thick and hard as a tree-trunk beneath his pants. He tried to push it down with his free hand so she wouldn't be frightened by his obvious arousal but it wouldn't relent. His penis was rock-hard with an excitement that had been building inside him since he'd first noticed Nancy Mullins in a college classroom; it was swollen far too big to be pushed back out of sight.
Through her passion-dimmed eyes Nancy noticed it too. She'd never really looked at his erection, and it fascinated her that his penis could grow so large in such a short time. It looked like his cock would burst through his pants at any second!
"Now ... take it easy, baby," Hank said, gathering courage to make his next move. "I want you to put your hand on my prick ... just touch it and see how it feels."
He held Nancy's hand and squeezed it reassuringly for a moment, then guided it toward the bulge of his eagerly pulsating cock. She held back at first, but the obscene mound was hypnotizing; finally, she allowed him to place her hand gently on the material covering his lengthening pole of male flesh. She could feel his stiffening penis swell beneath her touch, and she gave it a weak squeeze. His cock seemed to double in size inside the tight curve of her tiny hand-so big her encircling fingers could scarcely reach around it. With a little coaching from his guiding hand, she began to stroke his penis timidly through his slacks, running her fingers up and down its hardened length as it pounded with lewd excitement. She looked down and could see the bulge swelling to even greater dimensions as she clasped her moving fingers more firmly around it....
"Wow, that's right ... jerk on me like that," Hank said. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her small hand rubbing tenderly along the length of his rigidly throbbing hardness, still restrained by his pants. There was a widening damp spot marking his cock-head as his pre-cum impatiently oozed its stickiness onto the fabric.
He fumbled with his zipper, tugging at it angrily as it refused to open, and then finally got it down. Reaching inside he brought out his lengthy rod of flesh into the open, bending his massive member painfully to get it out over his jockey shorts and into the open.
Nancy tried not to look at first, but her curiosity got the better of her and she glanced down cautiously at his cock-shaft jerking crazily in her grasping hand. His penis was longer and thicker than she'd have guessed and much bigger around. For two months she'd thought next to nothing about it-only now did she wonder how girls got such huge things up inside their little vaginas ... his penis looked big enough to split her belly in half!
"Christ! That's so good, Nancy!" her boyfriend whispered, teasing his middle finger hopefully at the tight, moist passage of her pussy as she stroked his heatedly pulsating cock. Ever so slowly he parted the soft resilient cuntal flesh, and then eased his extended middle finger up into her hungrily nibbling opening. Nancy's pussy was wonderfully tight and hot, and as he worked his finger up farther inside he encountered the taut-skinned barrier of her maidenhead, the fragile obstacle he hoped to smash to smithereens before the night was over!
His blonde girlfriend twisted and squirmed on the cool car seat beneath him, moaning out her passion as her fingers still clasped his naked penis. The silky dampness from her warm wet vaginal depths spread out over his palm, soaking her panty crotchband with her warm lust-juices that were beginning to flow down between her legs in excited rivulets.
"Ooooooo ... Hank, honey ... that feels so good ... so darn gooodd!" Nancy purred her approval in his ear.
He'd forgotten her nakedly trembling breasts for the moment, but now, gave them both a long nibbling kiss, sending chills of delirious delight racing through her young tormented body. Then he hooked his thumb into her tight panty waistband, and worked her panties down over her girlishly rounded buttocks and down to her knees. Her hand stopped him there.
"No, Hank ... please ... we can't!"
But her curly-haired boyfriend, uncaring in his lust, jerked her hand away and snapped her flimsy panties in half, ripping the delicate fabric apart as he pulled them down her long kicking legs and tossed them in a useless heap on the car floor.
"Hank! Look what you've done! You've ripped my panties!" she struggled to get free.
Suddenly he had her back pushed defenselessly down on the seat and was fighting to force her clenching legs apart with his knee, using it like a wedge between her tightening thighs. "Hank...."
"You're acting like a baby," he reprimanded her.
"But we've never ... I mean...."
His lips brushed against Nancy's mouth, his tongue darting wetly between her parted lips. His kiss felt so good she could hardly fight him now ... and she tongue-kissed him back. Then, looking down, she saw Hank groping at his slacks. He quickly tugged them down around his knees, then again shoved her helplessly resisting thighs wide apart so he could squirm his naked loins right up to her virginal pussy hole in between them.
The anger and fear suddenly drained out of her, Nancy gazed numbly to her boyfriend kneeling between her splayed-out thighs, his long thick penis wagging in its fore-skinned hardness. Naked, his cock looked obscenely virile, she thought. Two blue veins traced down its throbbing length, and the tiny slit at the end cradled a single clear drop of excited male semen. He shifted on the car seat and Nancy felt his bulbously throbbing cock-head touch her legs.
"Oooooooo ... I don't know, Hank," she said, half-astonished at its solid hardness searing against her shaking thigh. Her voice was saying no, but her mind was screaming for it! Oh God, how she wanted his penis!
Hank Jones's mind went rampant as he crawled up between the young blonde's widespread legs. He hadn't been this turned-on for as long as he could remember. In spite of her virginal protests, her thighs seemed to be trying to suck him up into her hungering womb. And he could feel his cock still growing as he held Nancy's hand clenched tightly around his aching penile shaft.
"Now, pull on it gently," he said as she gave a tentative squeeze, "Nice and easy ... now faster, faster," he grunted as her hand caressed his crazily throbbing penis.
"Now bring it up to your cunt," he said.
"God, Hank ... no...."
"You heard me, Nancy!"
Hank levered himself onto his knees and pulled roughly up between the vulnerable softness of her wide-splayed thighs. Scared not to obey him, his girlfriend drew his impatient penis in to just below her blonde-fringed pussy-lips, her hand still circling his fleshy hardness and jerking it rapidly up and down.
"God, I-I...." she sputtered.
The panting girl's free arm wrapped around his back to pull his chest down against her nipple-hardened young breasts.
"Christ ... shit...." Hank sighed as he fumbled with his insanely beating cock, trying to find her tight little cuntal mouth. Though he'd made love to other girls before and during his relationship with Nancy, the thought of finally actually fucking her made him feel as inexperienced as the girl now bucking and tossing beneath him on the car seat, attempting to get his long male hardness up inside her virginal pussy.
"Oooooh, I'm so excited, Hank-yessss, I want you to do it to meeee!" Nancy moaned. Her long legs curled up around his hips and her heels dug into his tautly muscled buttocks as she thrust her aroused loins up at him in brazen invitation. She hadn't expected to react like this ... she'd thought of making love to him as a duty, a penalty required to hold her boyfriend, but now it had become an obscene compulsion. She just had to get his long hard penis up in her cock-starved young pussy!
"Christ ... yeah, I'm gonna fuck you, babe!" Hank said. He had to find her moist little cunt and get his aching cock up inside her before his welled-up cum exploded all over her squirming thighs.
She raised her head and kissed him lewdly on the mouth. Her lips made wet smacking sounds as she sucked his tongue slipperily between her nibbling lips. She could feel the enormous turgid heat surging in his cum-expanding balls as he squeezed his buttocks tightly together to hold back the hot liquid flow that was about to burst from his jerking penis.
"Now ... fuck ... me ... nowwwwww!" Nancy tightened her passion-strained legs around his lower back.
He thrust forward, but Nancy moved inexperiencedly back down against the car cushions. He pushed again and this time his bloated cock-head brushed heavily against her erotically swollen cuntal lips. She jerked her hips beneath him, trying to capture his wildly throbbing penis deep in her sex-starved little belly...."Oooooooh, please do it to meeeee!" she cried, excitedly squeezing her legs tight across his back.
Hank counted to himself, trying to stave off what was only a matter of seconds away ... but it was useless.
"Aaaaaagh!" he sputtered. "I'm sorry ... Nancy, shit, I'm too damn excited!"
"Noooo, please, not yet, too soon, you're too soon! I need you inside me!"
She tried to stop what was happening, knowing full well that all her efforts were useless. This was her .first time ... she'd muddled indecisively through the evening, and when she'd finally made up her mind to let him fuck her, Hank had gotten too darn excited!
"Screw it ... shit!" he shouted angrily.
Suddenly like an exploding grenade his hotly throbbing cock gave forth with a barrage of wild liquid spurts that sprayed out over Nancy's helpless blonde pussy mound and flooded wetly down her frustratedly churning buttocks. She could feel his wet jism streaming down the backs of her thighs, then flowing onto the car seat in a warm wet puddle of unfulfilled lust.
"Oooooh," his voice trailed off as his aching load geysered in one final spurt, then oozed in a dripping trickle from the tip of his rubbery, still-pulsating penis....
Nancy ground her teeth together in disappointment as his deflating cock slipped back from the softness of her trembling thighs. When it was all over, Hank wiped his penis with a handkerchief, then tucked it away as he pulled his slacks back on. He carefully avoided her eyes, turning his face away-waiting for her to say something, but she only looked at him in wide-eyed disbelief, unsure of what had happened.
"I'll call you tomorrow morning," he said, sensing her arranging her clothes beside him. He saw her reach down for her tattered panties on the floor and shove them into her purse.
"We'll see about that," she said, half-opening the door.
"Well, you did enjoy it, didn't you?"
"How could I not enjoy it?" she admitted. "Still, that doesn't mean I'm not ashamed of myself ... and angry with you!"
"Christ ... now I've heard everything!" he scowled at her. "If you hadn't put off screwing for two goddamn months, I wouldn't have cum so fast ... that's what you're angry about, isn't it?"
She was upset about his premature ejaculation, but she didn't want to concede that-better that he thought she felt guilty about letting him make love to her-after all, she'd almost lost her virginity!
Suddenly the young recent graduate felt less and less interested in marrying Henry Jones....
She had a college diploma now, and there was a bright future ahead of her. Why ruin it with this kind of hassle?
"Did you hear me?" he said, his voice rising in anger.
"I'm a little confused, Hank ... and worried about my job," she said. "I'll phone you tomorrow." She stepped out of the car and looked back in the window at his angular profile. Then she said, "I mean, you call me in the morning before I go to work."
He flicked on the ignition and turned on the car's headlights. "Look, Nancy ... I'm sorry," he said.
"So am I, honey," she smiled apologetically.
She stood on the grass and watched his blue car back out the drive and turn down Westfield toward the thruway, then she strode up the darkened lawn to her house.
CHAPTER TWO
Nancy stretched her long legs beneath the sheets and yawned. It was eight o'clock and she had to be at the detective agency by ten. Now she got out of bed, shedding her nightdress from her voluptuously curvaceous body as though emerging from a cocoon. She went into the bathroom, glanced uneasily at herself in the mirror, then headed for the shower.
The troubled young blonde didn't want to think. She felt as though she'd drunk too much last night in the restaurant, but then remembered it'd been Hank who'd consumed most of their bottle of wine. The water, making gushing rivulets on her lush nakedness, was cool and soothing. She gently washed her breasts, kneading her pert little nipples into comforting erection, and then caressed her tangled blonde pubic mound with the washcloth. Unbelievably, even after all that had happened last night with her brazen boyfriend, warm tingles of excitement seeped along the nerve ends of her skin, and she blushed as she stepped quickly onto the bathmat and began drying herself. As she toweled her ripely matured body in front of the steamy mirror, she admired the gentle curves of her hips and the fullness of her breasts as though she'd never really seen how attractive her body was before.
It must've been letting Hank touch her eager young vagina which had put her into this sexy mood ... still, she rarely had such lewd desires as she did this morning, and it was hard for her to account for them.
She stopped toweling herself just as she was about to caress her tingling pussy-lips again, donned her robe, and stepped out into her small bedroom-living room. It was a bright autumn day and the sun glowed radiantly through the gauzy curtains over her bed. She dressed quickly by the half-opened window, and went over to the kitchenette to splash some instant coffee into a glass and drink it down hurriedly. Then, the phone rang. It was Hank. She'd completely forgotten he was going to call this morning. Didn't she want to reconsider the detective-woman's job? he asked....
"I'm sorry, Hank, I've got to rush," she said, moving with the phone in one hand and the long cord trailing behind her to the bed.
"I'm making an early trip down to Leedstown tomorrow morning," he said. "I want to get things set up before I move."
"Then I won't see you," she said. "It's our last week!"
"Now wait a minute! I'll be back by Wednesday ... Thursday, at least. We can go out this weekend," he paused, then added: "Take care of yourself. Remember what I said about those characters...."
"What characters?'?
"There's an article about crime in the suburbs in the morning paper. It mentions the Rockdale Shopping Mall as a prime area for mugging."
"Nonsense," she scoffed.
"It's right here, in the Morning Times, Nancy," he said.
"I have to get going," she said uneasily.
"Okay, but it's your funeral," her boyfriend said, and then rung off the line.
It was nine-thirty by the time the pretty blonde mounted the Rockdale-Lakeview bus heading in the direction of town. She thought about the conversation with Hank ... he wasn't the only one who was against her taking the detective job. Both her parents had been in favor of her dropping her studies in criminology at the state university, but she'd gone through the preparatory curriculum and then scored in the top of her class. Now that she'd graduated, she couldn't see changing her plans. She was sincerely interested in working in law enforcement, even if the detective agency she'd been hired by wasn't the most reputable in the area ... Being female made it harder to find a job. Still, she'd decided that she had to begin her career somewhere, and the experience at this small agency would benefit her in applying for a more prestigious job later on....
With these ideas in mind, Nancy stepped out of the packed bus on Appletree Road and entered the lobby of the Remington Building. She took a creaky elevator to the fourth floor and went to the end of the hall, where her employer, Safeway Security, was located. A pretty brunette receptionist cheerfully escorted her into Bill Flaxman's office.
"Good to see you, Nancy," her middle-aged boss glanced up from some paper work. "You're looking well this morning...."
"Thanks," she said, and sat down in an armchair beside his desk. Her micro-miniskirt hiked provocatively up her firmly molded thighs, and Flaxman didn't miss it. His eyes flicked like small torches to her slender waist, and then traced a slow path down over Nancy's deeply tanned legs.
"Let's see-your assignment begins today at the Rockdale Shopping Mall." He leafed through some forms on his desk without taking his eyes off her alluring body. "There've been some muggings and shoplifting reported, but nothing very serious...."
"It was in the morning paper," she said.
"Like I said," he frowned, "it's nothing to be concerned about. The shopping center has it's own police force, so it's an easy assignment. Just keep an eye out for suspicious-looking types. You'll be given a list of the call boxes in the area ... if you chance on anything, don't try to apprehend the suspect yourself. Use the call box to notify the uniformed police, and they'll make the arrest."
"Is there anything else?" She tried to hide her first-day nervousness.
"I don't believe so," he laughed and swept his hand through his thinning black hair. "I've seen your school recommendations," he said. "They're excellent. But more importantly, you've got a certain ... er ... youthful charm that'll fit in well with our outfit."
She smiled. "I thought perhaps I was too young ... I mean, this is all new to me...."
"You've got to start somewhere," he said, grinning reassuringly. "You've met Dale Reilly, haven't you?"
"Yes," she nodded. Reilly, the chief detective for the agency, had interviewed Nancy for the job last week. He was a stockily good-looking man who'd worked for Safeway Security for almost ten years. Like Flaxman, Reilly made her feel awkward the way he openly raced his eyes over her willowy body, but she liked both men, in spite of this.
"Well, Dale's working on the same assignment ... You'll see him from time to time at the security office in Rockdale. If you have any problems, just give him a buzz. He's an awful nice guy."
Flaxman offered to drive her to the shopping mall himself, but Nancy decided to take a taxi, even if it was expensive. She needed to be as independent as possible, and didn't want to be a burden on anyone in the agency until she felt she absolutely needed their help.
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Set back from the highway in a valley of quilted farmland, the shopping mall first gave the appearance of being quite small. Actually it covered a wide area, and Nancy walked around for more than half an hour before she found the security office. A young black man at the desk demonstrated the use of the call box and gave her a map of police checkpoints, and then the attractive blonde was on her own. She was again surprised at the size of the shopping complex. It was a city in itself, with a small auxiliary hospital, a skating rink, and numerous other civic centers one normally expected to find in a large metropolis.
Nancy spent a few hours familiarizing herself with the various shops and the design of streets and malls which seemed to be forever backtracking on one another. She'd only come to Rockdale once, and that had been several years ago. Since then, the complex of buildings had grown substantially, and she found it difficult to memorize every aspect of the place. By late afternoon, her feet hurt and her temples throbbed with exhaustion. She'd gotten to bed late last night, and must have walked ten miles today, she thought, deciding to reward herself with a Coke.
The refreshment stand was on a busy corner facing the parking lot and a men's shoe store. Beyond the row of cars, she could see the rolling hills of Jessup County, a barely visible hazy blue in the distance. Nancy lit a cigarette and watched a young housewife bustle across the pavement followed by a clerk pushing a grocery cart. Catercorner to the shoe store there was a modernistic playground with spidery-looking recreation equipment. A fat man strolled across the gravel yard, appearing as though he'd rise into the air from the force of the red and yellow balloons tied to his wrist.
This hardly seemed the atmosphere where a serious crime would be committed, Nancy thought, and she had to laugh at Hank's concern for her safety. She watched some small children climb up a slide, and tumble like dolls down the long chute into a pile of soft white sand. About half an hour later, as she was getting up to leave, she noticed a young blond man staring at her from across the room. He left his half-finished cup of coffee, stood up, and followed her to the checkout center.
"Nice evening," he said, smiling.
Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed his pinpoint gray eyes staring her up and down. He was carrying several packages and wore a casual sweater, which caught her eye because of its bright red color.
Nancy didn't answer, and, moving away from the checkout, she turned in the direction of the parking lot and sensed him following behind. Looking casually back, she caught his seeking glance. God, how conceited! She despised the way certain males believed they had a perfect right to undress her with their eyes!
She decided not to go to the parking lot yet ... Still sensing the young man behind her, she walked back to Woolworth's, which was right next to the refreshment stand. She found herself in the lingerie department, and bought a pair of panty hose.
"What's the matter, honey?" the chubby woman clerk smiled as Nancy clumsily dropped a dollar bill on the counter.
"I'm fine ... just fine," Nancy peered back at the woman, but as she left the dime store, she saw the gray-eyed man waiting in front of the plate glass window.
A little alarmed, Nancy walked quickly away toward her car. She heard the footsteps behind her and tried to ignore them, but it was impossible.
The blond youth sped up till he was walking right beside her. "You going down to the parking lot? I saw you about three hours ago. Sure doesn't look like you bought much ... that I can tell, anyway."
Nancy started to say something, but changed her mind. Glancing behind her, she noticed they had almost reached the lot. At the far end of the long mall, the sunset shone eerily through the coffee-colored windows of the Leedstown Insurance building; the huge girders were like the skeleton of an enormous bird.
In a tense voice, the man said: "I was thinking ... uh, you might want to go out for a drink ... I'm just passing through. Actually I got five hundred miles to drive by tomorrow morning. Don't know no one here."
"No...." Nancy felt compelled to speak. "I have plans for tonight, thank you."
"Well, then ... maybe I could give you a lift. Anywhere's you want. I ain't got much to do," he laughed.
Nancy felt almost reassured. She realized he must be two or three years younger than herself ... There was something awkward, almost pleading about the way he'd asked her for a date ... but she didn't even know him! "No, really, the bus takes me exactly where I'm going," she nodded goodbye and walked away.
Nancy's bus stop was at the edge of the parking lot. Standing for a good ten minutes in the middle of nowhere, she saw a crescent moon rise like a pared thumbnail in the evening sky ... and realized it was later than she'd thought. The bus was supposed to come down the highway from Rockdale and turn around in the shopping mall before heading back to town, but she must have missed it. Most of the shops had already closed by the time she'd been getting her Coke. The refreshment stand and Woolworth's had certainly locked up for the night by now....
Because of the young man, Nancy had avoided looking in the direction of the parking lot, but now, turning toward the faded sunset, she saw that the lot was completely empty ... except for a beaten up Chevy coming in her direction. She swallowed hard when she saw the blond man at the wheel. He threw open the door on her side and grinned: "C'mon, I'll take you into town!"
His eyes seemed to focus directly on the area of her young vaginal mound. Nancy turned away, and his voice broke irritably behind her. "What's the matter with you, anyway?" he said.
She felt suddenly vulnerable, as though she'd been caught naked in a shower ... She began moving away, feeling a taut, constricting fear in her stomach. "I'm waiting for the bus," she said.
"Hell, the bus just come through here, 'bout a half-hour ago," he said.
"Well, there'll be another," she said, moving past the side of the early model Chevrolet.
"C'mon, get in the car," he smiled. He had sideburns, she noticed and his blond hair was long and slicked-back tight.
There was nothing for her to do but walk away from the bus stop. As Nancy moved up the parking lot in the direction of the highway, she heard his engine gun and the car throbbed into motion, and in an instant he was beside her. She swerved to her left. In one motion, he threw open the car door, reached out, and pulled her into the front seat beside him with one hand fisted around her arm. He broke his hold long enough to lock the door from the inside, then flicked on the headlights and roared off. Earlier he had seemed easygoing, but now his face was pinched with irritation. Moments later, he'd exited off the turnpike down a deserted country road, the moonlight falling around them like broken glass.
"You're not going to town!" Nancy said, her voice catching in her throat.
"Nope. No need to," he grunted.
"Where...?"
"I got some other place in mind," he said, chuckling boyishly. "Where we won't be interrupted." He reached under the seat and pulled out a half-empty bottle of whiskey.
"Hey, baby, want a drink?"
"Let me out or I'll jump!" Nancy cried, but she didn't need to look at the speedometer to know she really wouldn't. He was going at least seventy.
They passed several farm houses on the gravel road before he slowed down to moderate speed. Desolate corn fields swept by and clumps of trees hunched blackly on the racing horizon. Suddenly, the car shot off the side of the road and stopped. They were in a clearing where the grass had been freshly cut; there was a stone wall on one side and unmown hay stretching as far as the eye could see on the other. Nancy looked around-there was not even a farmhouse in sight!
He slid closer to her and unlocked the door on her side. "Okay, blondie, let's get out of this buggy," he said, swinging open the door and forcing her from the car with him following close behind her.
Nancy came to her feet in weeds that brushed up against her ankles. He tugged on her wrist and pulled her over to the mowed grass, forcing her roughly down on the ground.
Nancy looked up at her kidnapper with wide eyes. The youth was lowering himself to his knees. Abruptly, he pushed her down flat on her back on the stubby grass, and then fell on his side next to her, his hand swooping down and coming to rest on her naked inner thigh below the hem of her micro-skirt.
"What do you think of that?" he challenged her.
Nancy gulped, staring down at his hand inserted between her clenching legs. She clutched at his fingers, frantically trying to pry them loose from her shaking thighs. "Please, let me go ... you can't do this," she gasped, but he continued stroking his hand upward until it disappeared beneath her skirt! His outstretched middle fingers was pressing her white nylon panties up against her fearfully trembling pussy!
"Hell, you'll enjoy it!" he said in an excited voice. 'There ain't nothing like fucking a stranger, and no one'll know the difference." He kept on lewdly touching her there as he talked.
"Pleeeeeease!" Nancy cried out when his fingers pinched painfully into the soft naked flesh just below her tight elastic panty leg band.
"What's your name?" He squeezed tighter until finally she spread her legs wider and he loosened his grip.
"Uh ... Nancy...." she said.
"I'm Johnny," he broke into a smirking grin. "C'mon, open those pretty legs wider," he demanded, "wider!"
She tried to get up from the ground, but the teenager's muscular form lying beside her made that impossible. His leg was heavy over hers now and his hand held her shoulders pinned to the ground, while his free hand played lewdly up under her skirt. Her eyes widened and she looked like a cornered cat as he pressed closer. Putting his hand on her shoulder, he forced her back flat on the ground and leaned on his elbow up over her. Moonlight gleaming dully off the stone wall behind them illuminated the lush curves of her helplessly splayed out body; the young man's eyes were roaming over the heaving spheres of her breasts and the tanned smoothness of her exposed thighs. He breathed down hotly in her face, planting his hand firmly on the white nylon triangle covering her pussy mound.
Nancy's entire body flinched from his obscene touch on her vagina. "Oooooooh, let me go! You ... you can't do this!"
Her hips jerked up once more when his freely groping fingers began to squeeze at her yielding young buttock-flesh. Without warning, he grinned triumphantly and pulled hard at the tight elastic waistband of her flimsy bikini panties. In one violent tug, they were yanked down her thrashing legs until they dangled from one slender ankle.
"Oh, God, no!" Nancy gasped.
She gaped down at her nakedly exposed cunt and tried to cover her sparse blonde pussy hair with her hands, but he forced her hands away. When her panties dropped to the ground, she tried to sit up to retrieve them, but he used the opportunity to slide his hand under her uplifting buttocks, throwing her off balance, and then he began crazily squeezing the fleshy full moons together.
Johnny gloated as she fell back down, "This isn't the first time you ever fucked a guy. C'mon, you must've done it lots before!"
The young virgin turned her head so she wouldn't have to look in the blond youth's face. As unbelievable as it seemed, she knew she was going to have to submit to him. And shivering at the hard pressure of his pants-enclosed penis against her thigh, she was afraid she might enjoy it! God, how often had she wondered, when she'd read new stories and had studied the psychology of rapists in criminology classes-what did a woman do when she was being raped? She'd read that there was often a magnetic attraction between assailant and victim that defied understanding; and she feared her interest in becoming a woman detective had something to do with an attraction to sexual violence!
Nancy's young abductor's hands moved back up her parted thighs and rested just below her fearfully quivering cunt for an instant before he began stroking her naked vaginal flesh. Nancy shuddered and tensed as he circled his thick fingers over her wetly glistening pussy. After a nerve-shattering few moments, he used his thumb and forefinger to spread her defenselessly pulsating cuntal lips and exposed her aroused little clitoris, teasing it out to even greater erection with his lewdly extended middle finger.
"Oh!" The terrified young blonde was motionless with shame. "Oh god, stop! Stop!"
"C'mon," he rasped hoarsely. "Cooperate! Or I'm going to have to get rough with you, baby."
As his massaging fingers continued probing her warmly opening vaginal lips, she thought of Hank, and how he'd left her unsatisfied last night. The strange thing was, she felt almost as turned-on thinking about being raped as she did when her boyfriend made gentle love to her! She suppressed a groan as her tingling pussy-lips involuntarily rose up toward his caressing fingers. This was impossible! She tried to stifle the lewd exotic sensation spreading out through her prickling vaginal area, but she couldn't! This morning, she'd felt a telltale sensual excitement which had almost compelled her to satisfy herself with her fingers ... and now ...
"No, pleeeeeease, just leave me alone," she cried. She wished she had touched herself up between her legs this morning ... then, perhaps she wouldn't feel so turned-on with this complete stranger.
Johnny didn't answer. He just bent closer in the grass, his hands continuing to work luridly over the warmly seeping flesh of her responding pussy; "Now, reach down and take out my cock!"
"Goddamnit! Do it!" he said and coursed his stiffened fingers more firmly over her pulsing vaginal flesh.
Soft ecstatic ripples spread through her unwillingly reacting body, building to a pleasure so intense that Nancy relaxed her thighs further before she realized it. Then, like some mindless love-slave, she turned to Johnny, stretched out one trembling hand, and obediently began stroking the long thick bulge straining visibly beneath his pants.
"Daaaaaammmmmmmmm! Your hand on my prick feels so fucking good," he groaned, pivoting his cloth-bound hardness closer to her stroking fingers.
He pressed his body up against the young blonde virgin, rubbing his penis impatiently against her thigh as she struggled with his zipper. She gripped the metal clasp and then, closing her eyes, slowly slid it down. His jockey shorts sprang out instantly in the open "vee" of his pants, bulging with the obscene thrust of his pounding cock. "Oh, shit! Go on, squeeze it, touch it ... that's what a prick's made for!"
Fearfully, Nancy moved her hands down inside the waistband of his shorts until she felt his pulsating male hardness leap up eagerly into the glove-tight warmth of her hand. She squeezed tentatively, while he pulled at his underwear, tugging his shorts and slacks halfway down his legs. He kicked them both off along with his shoes and socks and crawled up over her spread-eagled young body. His virilely thick penis stood out only inches above her naked abdomen, the head swollen angrily with lust and its skin stretched so tight it seemed to shine in the dull moonlight.
The sudden awareness of what this total stranger was getting ready to do sent a streak of terror racing through Nancy's half-exposed young body.
"I got to get you naked ... so I can fuck you," he hissed, staring down excitedly at her.
"Please ... no ... take me back to town before it's too late...."
The desire-driven youth ignored her tearful response; he tore off her blouse, then yanked her micro-skirt completely down over her whitely quivering hips and thighs. Unclasping her white nylon brassiere, he exposed her proudly thrusting, pink-nippled breasts and stared panting at them. "Holy Christ," he muttered and tossed her brassiere to the ground, still gaping hungrily at her goose-bumped little nipples.
Her abductor tore his sweater and shirt off his head, then lowered his hips over her belly and began grinding his penis up against her nakedly defenseless vagina, rubbing his lust-swollen cock-tip against the delectable wet lips of her warm virginal cunt. With his heavy blood-engorged shaft he traced a tantalizing path up and down her helplessly lubricating pussy slit, teasing at it until her moist cuntal layers parted and his long fleshy hardness fit snug within her soft vaginal furrow.
"Damn ... Nancy ... you sure feel good," Johnny ground his cock slowly and steadily lengthwise between her flowering pussy-lips. He slid relentlessly back and forth over her moistening cuntal crevice, fomenting a warm glowing sensation that spread from her sensitive little clitoris down through her swollen pussy-lips and up into her dilating vaginal passage. Nancy fought in vain against the torment of his lust-bloated cock rubbing lewdly against her helpless cunt, fought with all her might against surrender to it. But she knew he was only seconds away from taking her virginity-just moments from thrusting his long hard shaft of male flesh deep up into her unused belly! And she wanted it!
"Noooooo, for God's sakes, Johnny," she cried out his name for the first time, "pleeeeeeeease don't!"
Her hips moved in frantic little circles, rotating around his cock that rubbed so tormentingly against her hungering pussy. Then, hurriedly he raised her knees until they were locked in place around his naked hips. His strong legs teased against the soft-fleshed backs of her thighs, expanding the lewd sensation in her virginal pussy down through the tingling nerve endings along her legs.
"Ooooooooooh," she cried, trying to pull her heels from behind his knees, but he wouldn't let her. "Nooooo, Goddddd, no oh, God, nooooo!!!!" Her words were smothered as he crushed his open mouth down into hers, splurging his tongue roughly into her hot oral shelter, while obscene excited sounds escaped from between his lips.
She gyrated her frightened young cunt down from his lengthening hardness, trying to get his penis away from her dangerously vulnerable vagina. "No, please don't put it in meeeeee!" she cried as he sucked wetly on her lips and his tongue wormed deeper into her mouth.
Suddenly, Johnny was looking down at her voluptuously firm breasts jiggling lewdly over her ribs as she fought him, and heaving with each gasp, each uncontrollable sigh from Nancy.
"Okay, baby," he said, "you ready for it?"
She gulped. No, god, no, he couldn't do it, but there was nothing to stop him now! "Oh ... pleeeeeeeease, don't do it to meeeeeee!" She tried once again to draw her hips away from his long hard cock, but she was hopelessly pinned to the ground.
Her abductor reached down between their sweat-soaked bodies and, grasping his excitedly hardening penis, positioned the lust-inflated tip right above the tight little opening to her virginal cunt.
"What do you want me to do? Go on say it!"
"Huh...."
"C'mon, tell me you want it!"
"No, no, I don't want you to put it up inside me," she said.
"Yeah ... you do! You want me to fuck you! You want me to put my cock in your tight little pussy and fuck you till you scream!"
He placed his huge rubbery cock-head against her involuntarily dilated pussy hole and paused for a moment to gather his force. Then he nuzzled the throbbing tip-end in a teasing semi-circle around her unused cuntal mouth till the resisting elastic rim suddenly gave way to v accept him! With one mighty thrust he shoved his hips forward, and his long burgeoning member sluiced brutally up into her defenseless vagina.
"Uuggggggghhhhhh!" Nancy groaned, her mouth opening and closing fish-like, her tongue running over her moistly contorting lips.
God, how it hurt! His blood-thickened penis was striking now at the taut membrane of her maidenhead, and she struggled on the grass, the excrutiating pain suddenly too much. Then she felt her hymen give way up inside her cock-smashed cunt, and her body went slack. He'd done it! She was no longer a virgin! Now his virilely thick cock lunged forward into her fiercely clenching vagina, filling her completely, brimming out at its base from her clinging pussy-lips and forcing her snug-fitting little cunt wider than she had ever dreamed possible!
"Oooooooh, noooooo!" she moaned as his sperm-bloated balls slapped harshly against her upturned buttocks. Her jerking cunt opened wetly for him as the vicious thrust of his loins drove her separating young thighs farther apart. The length and thickness of Johnny's cock was even greater than she had imagined when she first plucked it from his open fly.
"Oh!" she gasped up at him, suddenly more frightened than she'd ever been in her life.
Now, the muscular stranger was slipping his hands under her frantically churning ass-cheeks, grasping them painfully, one in each hand! She stiffened fearfully as he squeezed and fondled her clenching buttocks, letting her resilient flesh ooze like bread-dough around his hands. Then slowly and methodically she felt him slide one hand toward her tight little anus and rest his out-stretched middle finger in the damp crevice just above the tiny puckered opening. "No!" she cried.
Johnny felt her buttocks tense up beneath his hands when his probing fingertip nudged her interfolded anal ring, and then felt her snap back with her entire naked body, inadvertently impaling herself on his finger. With a sudden thrusting stab, he pushed his finger deep into her tight rectal opening, feeling her soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.
"Aaaaaaaaaargh," she squealed up at him, thrashing her eagerly pumping ass-cheeks around in his cupping hands. "No ... oh, God, no!"
"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" Johnny pushed again, "Jesus!" he grunted in satisfaction as she came down hard on his hand with her ass-cheeks, unwittingly assisting him in his outrageous attack against her defenseless rectum.
The young man had lodged his finger all the way up to the second knuckle within Nancy's tight rubbery anus.
He wormed it around in her warm buttery flesh, curling his fingertip so he could feel the ridge of his heatedly pistoning penis through the thin membrane that separated her two passages. Nancy rotated her buttocks back onto his obscenely skewering finger. Startled gasps bubbled from her contorted lips as, terrorized, she frantically jerked her palpitating cunt up and down on his long thick cock. His lewd dual invasion had pinioned her so tightly that each movement she made only sent her into wild new spasms of agony.
"Oooooooo, God, no, no!" she groaned. Her vaginal passage was moistening rapidly, while her rectum was suddenly filled with two of the teenager's stiffened fingers thrusting in and out in lewd rhythmic accompaniment to his rampaging cock.
Johnny pulled back his head so he could watch the innocent young blonde's crimsoning face in the moonlight. It was something he didn't want to miss-the sudden and humiliating surrender of her whole being to him. "Oooooooo, no, NO!" she was begging as though she were close to death, but he knew she'd soon give in to him!
Wet smacking sounds reverberated through the night's stillness, echoing back into Nancy's consciousness. Dimly, she was aware of her rapist's actions, but even now she could hardly believe it.
Her struggling young body was slick with perspiration. Even the area above her nakedly jiggling breasts was wet, and her whitely rippling belly and the sloping area above her pussy were soaked with her liquid passions that spilled out against her will in an unending flow from her helplessly secreting cunt. As his sperm-heavy balls slapped down hard on the moist crevice between her rotating ass-cheeks, she could feel even more excited secretions pulsing without her control from her no longer virginal vagina. In her mind she could visualize every lewd detail of what this man was doing to her-his two outstretched fingers fucking far up into her tightly stretched rectum merged with his thick gorging penis until his two skewering shafts became one impaling sword, one long rigidity raping her entire young body!
"Oh ... don't, please, don't!" she whimpered into his tousled blond hair. She feared he was nearing orgasm as he swung her gripping thighs higher up around his back, forcing her buttocks to wave freakishly from side to side as he spiraled his ravaging cock in and out of her undulating cunt.
Nancy gasped and then stiffened. "Oh, please don't cum in me...."
But Johnny hardly heard a word she was saying. He could feel the hot thick sperm massed in the reservoir of his balls, churning as his testicles beat a tattoo against her nakedly upraised buttocks. He thrust his tongue almost to her throat, and with desperate kneading hands he clutched her buttocks and drew her writhing pelvis up hard against his battering loins, slamming his semen-spewing penis as far as it would go into her helplessly receiving cunt.
"Ooooooohh, no! No ... nooooooo!" Nancy moaned in despair at the fiery sensation of his scalding jets of cum. She could feel the turgid, pulsating head of his cock suddenly flare to a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs, bursting with a force to flood right up into her throat!
His hot impatient sperm continued to squirt violently up inside her virginal belly. She could feel his seething cum shooting into her with the consuming force of molten fire, sloshing around in her still throbbing cunt like a pool of boiling hot lava.
God! She hoped he wouldn't make her pregnant! That was her only thought as he continued to shoot the last of his semen up between her wide-held legs. Then, trembling, he fell on top of her, panting heavily for several moments, before he finally lifted off. "Don't move," he said.
She lay on her back in the grass and watched him pull on his underwear, slacks, and his red sweater. She saw the flash of his blond hair and she kept her eyes fearfully on him ... what was going to happen? Would he kill her?
"What are you going to do to me?" she said. She lay with her face to the side, her full young breasts shivering with fear.
"I don't know," he sounded irritated with her now, and at the same time confused. "Maybe if you keep your mouth shut, I won't lay another finger on you."
"I'll do anything ... anything you like," she said. She waited for his answer. Then, seconds later, she heard his car spitting gravel as it turned down the country road.
Nancy hadn't thought of checking his license number, and now she was aware what a fool she'd been. At least she could have remembered that. When she went to the police, she suddenly realized, she'd have no way of identifying her assailant, or proving she hadn't given herself willingly to the rapacious teenager. All she could show was that she'd made love with someone, which was certainly different than demonstrating explicitly that she'd been forcibly molested.
The shaken young blonde dressed quickly, then went out to the road. In unseen fields behind her, the cry of an owl shattered the night's stillness. She began walking down the road. When she got home, she would have to call Dale Reilly immediately. The mere idea filled her with dread. In a way, informing her employers that she'd failed the first day on the job was almost ... though not quite ... as bad as what had already happened, she thought she headed toward the highway.
CHAPTER THREE
Nine o'clock that evening, and Nancy was at home, staring out the window. The shrubbery on the front lawn took on menacing shapes. A slight wind stirred in the skeletal branches of the old maple, and she felt a shudder go through her exhausted body. She was trying to work up enough courage to call her boss, Dale Reilly, and now, passing the sofa, she fumbled nervously in her purse for the detective's number. Since she'd arrived home a half-hour ago, after hitching a ride into town from an elderly woman driver, she'd had three Scotches. Now she sipped a fourth drink and remembered that her co-worker, Dale Reilly, had instructed her to contact him if she ever had trouble ... but neither of them would have guessed it might happen so soon, she thought as she picked up the receiver.
Reilly answered the phone.
"Dale ... this is Nancy Mullins," she said.
"Nancy...." he sounded confused. "Oh, yes, how you doing, Miss Mullins?"
She clinked the ice in her glass. "Not so good, actually. I just got home ... I ... I was raped by a man after work ... at the mall. What do you think I should do?"
"Christ ... have you called the police?"
"No."
"That's good. Nancy, you better get a taxi and come over here."
"I guess I should clean up," she said, helplessly.
"Yes ... clean up ... but hurry!" he said.
An hour later, after a soothing bath and a change of clothes, the young novice detective scooted across the yard into the back seat of a waiting cab. Quickly, the taxi headed to the main thoroughfare of downtown Rockdale which was like an avenue in a besieged foreign city: most of the stores were boarded up, having moved their premises to the shopping mall during the past year. Nancy closed her eyes at the thought of the mall and what had happened to her there this evening as they cruised toward the fashionable Collier Heights section of Rockdale.
It seemed that everything she'd hoped for during the last year of college-a promising career, and a meaningful relationship with a man-had been destroyed in the past few hours. Her boyfriend Hank, whom she sensed was really sort of a prude deep down inside, would never understand if she told him what had happened tonight. Then, there were her straitlaced parents, neither of whom would comprehend, even in this most extenuating of circumstances, how she'd gotten into such an obscene situation. She remembered one occasion when she was just fifteen and had brought home a boyfriend, Jamey Phillips. Her mother and father had gone out for the evening and she and Jamey sat down on the porch swing, watching the fireflies make tiny explosions in the darkness.
The teenage boy had stroked and petted her girlishly budding breasts up under her blouse till she thought she'd go out of her mind with excitement, then he'd persuaded young Nancy to let him touch her adolescent little pussy. At first, Nancy protested then, sure, that her parents wouldn't be home for a while, she permitted the boy to unzipper her jeans and fondle her wetly excited vagina through her panties. She and Jamey were so turned-on neither of them had had any experience with sex before-that when the elder Mullinses pulled up in their car in the driveway, the youngsters hardly noticed. Suddenly, her father stormed onto the front porch. On seeing her father, Nancy hastily rearranged her half-unbuttoned blouse, and crossed her legs over her open zipper, but not before Mr. Mullins understood what was going on. For a week after the incident, neither her mother nor her father spoke more than a word to young Nancy, She was virtually ostracized from the family, save when they took their meals together in angry silence.
Recalling how insensitive her parents had been to her needs when she was a teenager, Nancy doubted very much that they'd show any more sympathy now that she again required their complete understanding. Outside the cab, the tree-lined streets of Collier Heights signalled to the blonde detective woman that they were approaching the chief detective's home. The cab slowed down, then stopped in front of a ranch-style dwelling. She paid the cabbie, and as she got out, saw Dale Reilly standing at his front door.
Instead of looking at him as she entered, Nancy glimpsed herself in the hall mirror. She looked as fresh and pretty as she had only her second day on the new job. Behind her, Dale, a loosely fitting plaid bathrobe revealing his stocky form, was holding a drink. He trailed her into the large living room, handed her a glass, and said, "I've been thinking over what we can do."
"I'm afraid there isn't much to do ... now," she sat down on the Danish-style couch facing her employer. Slowly her eyes-still tear-flooded-focused on the tastefully furnished living room. There were black and white photographs of mountain landscapes on the wall ... a thick angora rug covered the space between the couch and the fireplace.
All that followed was an awkward pause.
"I won't be bothering you at your house like this again," Nancy struggled to start a conversation.
"Well, you have good reason for it tonight," he said.
The conversation was so constrained by their mutual embarrassment and awkwardness that neither one of them had much to say. "Is anyone else in the house?" Nancy asked at last, blinking her eyes.
"Yes, there's my wife Rhoda, but she's gone to bed. Tell me what happened," he said. He studied the disturbed blonde's expression with avid curiosity. Ever since their interview, he'd wondered what could motivate someone like Nancy Mullins to take a job at Safeway Security as a detective.
"Well, it was partially my fault," the uneasy blonde admitted weakly. "I knew he'd been following me ... and I got scared. I showed him I was frightened."
"That's the worst thing you could've done," Dale said, noticing she'd finished her drink. He took her glass and went to the bar where he poured her another drink.
"So ... where ... how...." he asked, returning to the couch with their refills.
She looked at him, with a pained expression. "He took me ... out in the country somewhere," she said.
"Did you get his license number?" he said.
"I'm afraid ... no, I didn't." Nancy was embarrassed to admit such a basic error.
Reilly repressed a surge of irritation. He could tell the young blonde had been drinking earlier. No doubt she'd returned home and had a few before she'd worked up enough nerve to call him after the mess she'd made. "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do, unless you want to register a complaint with the police. Maybe they'll pick up somebody and you can identify him. But that would put Safeway in an awkward position."
"I don't think there'd be much chance of identifying him," she said after a long pause. "He said he was heading out of town."
"Did he give you any idea where he was going?"
"I tried not to antagonize him," Nancy said. "The less I knew about him, the better I felt...."
Dale seemed lost in thought, and after a few moments, Nancy said, "I'm sorry to have pestered you ... I'd better go now." And she began, indecisively, to get up.
The detective motioned her back on the couch. "I hope you can, uh, understand my position. That is, for yourself and Safeway, I think it's best if you forget the matter!" Then, confusedly and quickly he said: "Let me get you another drink."
She glanced hazily down at her glass and saw she'd finished all of her second gin and tonic. Now, she didn't give a darn if she were drunk. What difference did it make? All she wanted was something more to relax her nerves.
"Yes, I think that'd be a big help," she said, handing him her glass.
Dale returned to the bar. He opened a new bottle of gin, and set it on the bartop. If what had happened to the Mullins girl ever got out, he and Flaxman, his senior partner in the firm, would become the laughing stock of every private agency in the Midwest. He couldn't imagine how Nancy'd gotten herself into the situation. Certainly she must've done something to attract attention, especially in a relatively crime-free area like the shopping mall. Now he felt a burgeoning anger that was stimulated by the several drinks he'd also had before she arrived.
He and his wife had gotten into a spat earlier that evening and Rhoda had gone to bed in the guest room. For the past several months his wife had been having an affair with an acquaintance of Dale's, and tonight, when Rhoda had finally told her husband about it, he'd almost gone through the ceiling. They had an arrangement whereby either spouse could sleep with whomever they chose, just as long as no one was hurt by it-which meant, that the arrangement entailed no serious involvements with others of the opposite sex. Dale had realized that Rhoda's recent adultery was nothing more than a casual affair, but now that she'd gone to bed, leaving him to think about it, he was in a fit of jealousy. This, coupled with Nancy Mullins' disastrous first day of work at the shopping mall, put the normally good-humored detective into a confused frame of mind.
He turned and faced the attractive young blonde, admiring her curvaceous profile. Her firm full breasts jutted out like little melons against her flimsy blouse, and her slender waist looked small enough for him to clasp both hands around it.
"Drink this," he said, sitting down beside her.
"I can't," she said, for some reason changing her mind about a third drink, "I've already had gallons."
That struck Dale as funny and he laughed. There was nothing more to do but laugh about everything, he thought. "You said you wanted another," he said.
She stared without blinking at him for a long time.
"Go ahead, you really need it," he insisted.
"All right, just one more," said Nancy.
Abruptly, he crossed to the stereo set by the fireplace. Low mood music was playing and he meant to turn it off, but instead he turned up the amplifier. The blue on-light winked at him like a knowing eye, and when he came back to the couch he saw that the girl was crying. Christ, now what am I going to do? he wondered. As he thought more about her story, he couldn't help having less sympathy for her. But, not wanting to appear insensitive to her plight, he said, "How's the drink doing? You feel any better?"
She sipped thankfully at her gin and tonic. "God," she exclaimed softly, "I feel very, very ... woozy."
"Drink some more ... then that feeling will disappear," he said, his voice wavering, though he didn't realize it. For some reason, Nancy looked prettier-sexier-now than when she'd arrived; maybe it was the booze, or that he'd had a chance to observe various evocative things about her. She had more than a pretty face, her cheek bones were sculpted an alabaster white, and her eyes-contrasting pleasantly with her cream-like skin-seemed to dance with light. He sat down on the couch beside her and slid close to the young blonde till their shoulders rested softly against each other. A vague stirring in his loins alerted Reilly to something not completely disinterested in himself. He was suddenly aware that he wanted to make love to the young woman.
"I want to ... thank you, f'being so nice," she said in a slightly slurring voice.
"Why ... it was nothing," he said. He could feel his cock stiffening into lance-like hardness beneath his robe.
"No, you were wonderful," Nancy said.
"Anything I can do to help." He lay his arm over the back of the sofa.
"You've done so much already. I thought of calling my boyfriend, but I just don't think he would understand," she said in a muted voice.
Nancy dropped her head wearily to the side until it rested against her co-worker's shoulder.
"Yeah ... well ... he probably wouldn't," Dale said, struggling against an irresistible urge to touch her ripely thrusting breasts. He thought of what she'd done this afternoon: getting herself raped! Jesus, it must have been her fault, he decided. No one could walk around as provocatively as the Mullins girl without inviting trouble. He realized he was drunk and trying to make excuses, but for an inexplicable reason he felt entirely justified in at least trying'to seduce her.
"I ... errr ... perhaps I'd better go," Nancy said, attempting shakily to get up.
"Oh, wait a minute ... why don't you finish your drink?" he said in an uncertain voice.
"I can't ... please, it's obvious that I'm already drunk," she murmured.
He lay his hand on her smooth sleek thigh, and felt the resilient flesh twitch beneath his lingers.
Her shoulders jerked anxiously back against the couch. "Oooooooh ... what are you doing?"
He drew her glass away from her and set it on the ceramic coffee table, then inched his hand farther up her thigh, till it was just below her tempting little pussy mound. He watched as the young detective woman made an effort to get up but-naturally enough-her body refused to respond to her mental command. So he curled his other arm around her shoulders from behind.
"Now, it's time to go!" she said, abruptly rising, but her legs had turned to liquid-pure alcohol-and she tottered back down on the couch.
Dale laughed, despite himself, and drank from his almost empty glass. Then the pretty blonde frowned and he imitated her expression to distract her. Abruptly, he leaned so close he could feel her youthfully ripe breasts and startled breath against the side of his neck.
"Please move back ... I'm so tired from what's already happened," she said, only half-aware that Dale's gentle caresses were intended to do more than merely comfort her.
"I didn't mean to alarm you ... that wasn't anything," he said.
"You're mad ... you're angry about what happened to me, aren't you? I was really stupid today."
"You might say that," he chuckled. "But we can settle things, with your help, of course."
"What...."
Nancy trembled as his lips, moist and sensuous, began to kiss her arm, nibbling at the sensitive goose bumps of flesh. She laughed uneasily, tentatively trying to pull away from him, but he clamped his hand firmly on her slender arm.
"No," he said gruffly, watching her arm still goose bumping in unconscious excitement.
He had the former student where she couldn't escape. And with the added advantage that he knew how to make her like it, he began kissing her neck now, licking his tongue along the smooth silky skin until he was caressing below her ear, blowing hotly against the sensitive lobe. She tried more resolutely to get up, but he pulled her to him so that their lips met and his tongue wormed wetly into her mouth as his leg moved forward to immobilize her.
"Lord," she gasped in spite of herself.
For a moment Dale was filled with self-doubt. The liquor hadn't worked as quickly on him as it had on her, but he knew that now was the moment to act. Nancy was as intoxicated as she'd ever be ... and, besides, there was something he wanted to settle with her. He felt suddenly justified in taking out his anger on her ... it was she who had invited the rapist to attack her, dressing as sexily as she did. This time, when he gave it to her, she'd come to understand a thing or two.
"You want to make it with me, just like you did with that guy?" he said.
"I-I don't understand!"
"You know, put out for me. Then everything will be all right."
"No. Of course not!" she said.
"Why not give it a try ... I know you really want to!"
"But ... how ... you're not serious?" she muttered.
"I am!" he said, his eyes fixed searingly on her close-fitting white blouse. "I thought you'd...."
"You came here for me to help you. And that's exactly what I'm going to do."
Suddenly, he lifted her up with his hands under her arms, and pushed her down gently on the carpeted floor between the couch and the coffee table.
"Oooooh," she moaned, trying to force him away from her, but he leaned down over her body on the floor, chuckling and kissing her again.
A sadistic thrill surged through the older detective as he looked down at her trembling body. It was all he could do to keep his hands from searching out her soft young pussy mound and pulling down her snug little panties at that very moment! The single light from the lamp beside the fireplace exaggerated the feminine contours of her ripely matured body. He watched Nancy's eyes widen as they focused on the length of his eagerly hardening penis. It was thick and ramrod stiff, thrusting out against his bathrobe, a dark stain seeping through the material where the bloated head seeped its impatient excitement.
"What are you doing?" she managed to blurt out.
"You'll see ... just keep quiet, or Rhoda'll hear you. You wouldn't want my wife walking in on us like this, would you?"
"Oh God...." she moaned, hazily aware of the compromising position he'd forced her into.
The detective lay his hand on her shaking thigh and stroked it up to her skirt hem. She tightened her hand into a fist, but as soon as he fluttered his fingers back down her thighs, she unclasped her hand, instinctively relaxing. The liquor she'd consumed throughout the course of the evening-and the shock of the rape earlier
-had weakened her resistance. She was just aware enough to be both frightened and stimulated by what her employer was doing and her head fell back, her eyes closed, and her breathing deepened.
"Oh, please noooo!" Nancy gave a cry as she felt his hands at her blouse, drawing it up over her head, then unclasping her white lacy brassiere. She remembered fighting off Johnny in the field tonight, and how she'd finally succumbed to him. Then she recalled last night with Hank: had she given herself to the young man when he'd first tried to make love to her ... and if she'd listened to him two months ago, she knew she could have avoided this incredible situation!
The private detective's eyes widened as her succulent young breasts leaped free and swayed like jelly in front of his face. He half-gasped, half-growled as he stared hungrily at the firm-fleshed mounds. Consistent with her slightly blushing complexion, her small round nipples were the palest of pink, delicate and finely formed, taunting him forward, making his mouth water with increased desire.
"Jeeeezus," Dale gloated as he began to knead the incredible voluptuousness of her breasts. He pulled Nancy toward him and felt her half-naked body trembling beside him on the carpet as his lips closed wetly over her tiny throbbing nipples.
He slid the stiffening nipples back and forth between his teeth in a slow tantalizing rhythm that made the half-naked blonde girl groan in undisguised arousal.
Dale glanced up at the stairway to make sure his wife hadn't awakened and seen them. The last thing he wanted was Rhoda walking in on him screwing this delectable piece of tail. But the stairway was empty, and he heard a new record flop down on the. turntable.
Reilly shifted his weight, and began undoing the belt to his bathrobe. He felt her eyes, like chips of mica, riveted fearfully on his hand. Abruptly, he opened the front of his robe to reveal the rigid thickness of his long hard cock jutting obscenely from his hair-covered loins.
"Oh!" Nancy's eyes widened.
"Now-easy does it," he said, and touched her hand and guided it to his erect penis. Nancy tightened her hand into a fist, but as soon as she felt his pulsating hardness touch the ridges of her fingers she unclasped her hand and instinctively wrapped her fingers around his blood-engorged cock-shaft. A mere second later she tried to withdraw her hand, but he forced it back to his fully hardened cock.
"Jerk on me," he said sternly.
"Why are you making me do this?"
"Don't ask questions," he insisted, forcing her to a sitting position beside him on the carpet as he leaned his back against the couch. She tried to pull away, but he held her rigidly by the forearm, twisting himself toward her so that their lips met and his tongue slipped wetly into her mouth.
"Now, go on down and suck it," he said.
"Huh...." Her eyes blinked with disbelief.
"Suck my cock," Reilly said.
"Please, let me go. I'll call a cab. I won't bother you any more," she pleaded.
His hand grasped the back of her neck, forcing her down over his loins until the bulbously throbbing head of his penis brushed warmly against her face. The warm wetness of his pre-ejaculate moistened her cheek, and the pungent aroma of his loins filled her nostrils, making her cringe inwardly. Still, she held Dale's heatedly pulsating cock-shaft in her hand, and she couldn't resist jerking on it, feeling it swell thicker and harder as though at any moment it was going to explode!
"Go ahead, suck it," he commanded.
"No!"
"I don't like forcing you to do it," he said.
"You can't force me to do anything."
"You wouldn't like word to get around Rockdale about what happened tonight, would you?"
"You wouldn't!" she exclaimed. "There's no way you can hurt me!"
"All I need to do is give Bill Flaxman the word. He's got connections in town. He could ruin your reputation, and you wouldn't like that." Dale said this with little inner conviction, knowing that Flaxman would sympathize with Nancy's plight, as any sensible person would. But right now, Reilly was not a sensible man. He was driven by some inexplicable sadistic drive to have his new co-worker submit to him.
"God, you're incredible," she said, averting her gaze from the lust-incited detective.
"C'mon ... suck my cock," he demanded.
Reluctantly, she put both her hands around his lust-engorged penis, and began stroking it along the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion. "Yessss, that's it," Reilly moaned, undulating his hard-clenched buttocks in time to her maddening rhythm. "Now ... put your pretty little mouth around it!"
"I can't ... I just can't!"
He tightened his one hand behind her neck. The pain was sharp, forcing her to dip her head till her pink-pouted lips were scant inches above the blood-filled head of his cock. Slowly, Nancy's face dipped toward the massive rigidity of Reilly's upstanding penis. She struggled to move back, but his hand held her fast. In this lewd bent-over position, it was all she could do to breathe. "Uuuuuuuuugh," she moaned, still, trying to move away.
Lick it ... with your tongue," he commanded.
Obediently, she flicked out her tongue, the tip boring teasingly into the slight moistness of the small glans opening.
"Shhhhhhhhhitt!" he sucked in his breath from the excruciatingly pleasurable contact. His muscled stomach tensed and rippled and Nancy could see the sinew of his pelvis tightening spasmodically. His robe fell away behind him across the front of the couch. In this half-sitting position, with his back resting against the couch, he could hold the half-naked blonde close to him and at the same time view every lewd thing she was doing. She'd obviously never sucked a man's cock before, and it frightened her ... but, he knew she'd realized by now that if she didn't get it over with, the agony would be prolonged.
"Now ... suck it," he said.
Closing her eyes, Nancy lowered her head till his sensually heated cock-head brushed against her moist full lips. She sensed Reilly watching as she clasped her mouth in a soft warm oval that caused the bulbously throbbing tip to become increasingly turgid and hot. Nancy thought it would taste bad, but even though it was strange she had to admit she liked it! Her lips tightened like a pink elastic band just below the pulsating cock-head, trapping his lust-thickened hardness inside the heated moistness of her mouth.
"Oooooh," he groaned, shifting forward to see more easily the young woman's startled expression and cock-filled face.
Nancy could tell that the obscene sight of his desire-flushed penile shaft sunk halfway between her greedily sucking lips increased the sensation a thousandfold for the older detective. In order to have him cum as soon as possible and end this sensual torture, she made all her movements deliberately provocative. On a whim, she touched her own breasts-thinking this would excite him to climax, then she caressed his hair-covered chest.
"Christ," Reilly moaned, wildly excited by her instinctive sensuality.
The married man's still-thickening penis glistened like a wet tree trunk as it began to move in a steady rhythm in and out between the soft fullness of Nancy's pinkly encompassing lips. She massaged the velvety resilient skin of his bloated testicles with one hand, then moved other down from his chest and stroked the hairy base of his member between thumb and forefinger as she began to suck in earnest up and down on his saliva-coated rod of flesh.
"Yesssss, Nancy ... that's good," the detective moaned as her tongue twirled with an obscene moist pressure around his swollen cock-head at the apex of withdrawal, her tonguetip dancing incitingly across the tiny opening at the end.
He flexed his hard-muscled buttocks on the carpet, his pleasure building with each swipe of her tongue around his achingly excited cock-head. His dark smoldering eyes hazed over as he watched the top of Nancy's blonde head bobbing salaciously up and down below. The devilish vision of her tightly rounded mouth encasing his hammering penis was almost painful in its lewdness.
Nancy felt the throbbing reaction in the man's loins and began to suck a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into his hard, resisting shaft, leaving small white trails where they scraped the blood from beneath the skin's surface. She shifted her position on the rug without disengaging her mouth from his erect, blood-engorged cock, and knelt on all fours between his obscenely opened legs.
Pushing the flaps of his robe aside, she grabbed his rhythmically jerking hips and pulled his pelvis up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped furiously around the warm bulbous head of his penis until Reilly made a grinding noise with his teeth. She knew he was near the bursting point as she took almost the full lust-rigid shaft deep in her hotly sucking throat.
Continuing the maddening sucking on and on, Nancy paused at intervals to take a gasping mouthful of air before starting all over again and working over his chunky masculine body like a contented calf worrying its mother's teat. At first she'd made it seem as though she'd enjoyed doing it, in order to excite him, but now, she realized with a wicked little shudder that she too was aroused! Little rivulets of perspiration were rolling down between her nakedly dancing breasts as she bucked wildly over the half-rec-lined older man. She thought of his wife asleep upstairs. What on earth would happen if she came down at this minute?
"Holy Christ!" Reilly groaned at last into the dimly illuminated living room.
The muscles of his stomach tightened till Nancy thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back away from the couch behind him, pushing his tensing cock even farther up between the hot clasping moistness of the pretty blonde's lips. He groaned over and over again, his mouth working crazily, incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth.
He was going to cum in her mouth! Nothing like this had ever happened to Nancy before!
The moment was here and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest. She caressed his sperm-swollen testicles with one hand, lewdly urging the impatient cum to make its mad dash from its churning reservoir, then felt the first impatient spewings as hot thin streams exploded up into her hungrily slavering mouth.
"Yeeeeow," he groaned, the tendons of his thighs stretching like those of a prisoner drawn tight on the rack.
The kneeling blonde's cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding torrents to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his fresh warm sperm into the wetness of her mouth, his feverish hands tangled in her blonde hair, holding her head to the ricocheting eruption of his loins as he rammed his madly jerking penis all the way up to her tonsils.
"Arrrrrgh!" the young detective coughed, swallowing to regain her breath.
Dale Reilly moaned his last and then fell back, grunting in complete fulfillment. Little by little his thickly distended cock deflated in her mouth, but Nancy continued her gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm-tasting semen from her depleted employer.
CHAPTER FOUR
Nancy Mullins awoke on her couch the next morning without remembering how she'd gotten there. She lay completely naked, a sheet tossed back from her voluptuous young body, and stared blankly at the ceiling. The phone rang and she lifted the sofa pillow from beneath her head and placed it over the receiver. Her head felt as though it had been struck by a sledgehammer. Dale must have driven her back she supposed. She wondered if nosy Mrs. Jacobs across the street had seen her tottering drunkenly onto the front porch.
The telephone continued ringing dully from beneath the pillow. Probably it was the chief detective, wanting to see if she was okay. Finally, disturbed by the stubborn insistence of the caller, she lifted the receiver. "Hi, honey ... she heard Hank's cheerful voice. "How's my little detective?"
"All right, I suppose," she leaned back and pulled the sheet tautly around her gently uplifting young breasts.
"God, you sound terrible. Anything the matter?"
She dazedly shook her head. "Where are you, Hank?"
"Leedstown ... I said I'd come by Wednesday, but I had to call a day early. Couldn't wait to talk to you." He laughed.
"That's nice of you, I was hoping you'd phone."
Then he said, "Jesus, you sound horrible."
"I'm okay," she said.
"You angry with me? You sure sound that way," Hank said.
"No, I just worked hard yesterday."
"Those dirty old muggers give you a hard time?" he chuckled.
"Ugggh," she felt an icy chill tingle over her naked young body.
"I've been considering what you said, and I made up my mind that you were right...."
"I'm glad you changed your mind," she said drily, "but I've been reconsidering what you said."
"I mean about taking the detective job. I still have lots of hang-ups about you going out into the cold, cruel world."
"Well...."
"No apologies. I should've known better than to tell you how to run your life."
"Yes, I suppose you're right," she leaned back against the couch cushions.
"I, well-I only called to see if you were okay," he said, hesitantly. Hank was in one of his conciliatory moods. Usually it lasted about ten minutes and then he was finding fault with her again.
"Things could be better," she said, watching tiny dust motes catching in an amber sunshaft over the phone table. Her resolve not to tell him was softened by his apologetic tone. "Maybe there is something the matter. I guess I should have listened to you...."
"Hold on. Just one second," he said, his voice unsteady. "Yeah, that's better. Someone wanted to get into the phone booth. People have no goddamn manners sometimes."
She twisted the sheet around her delicately formed ankles. "It was terrible ... I never knew it could be so ... horrible." Why was she saying that when she'd really enjoyed it? Oh God!
"Huh?"
"Uh ... what I guess you were afraid of, Hank, it did happen."
"What?"
She began the story of her rape the evening before but leaving out the part about her boss and how she'd later sucked his long pulsating cock. It would have served little purpose, and she didn't want to admit to herself that that had actually happened. She'd suspected Hank would react strongly, though in the long run he'd understand. He just had to! But now, from the disturbed sound of his heavy breathing, she had the terrorizing sensation of being left on a sinking ship with everyone else having taken to the lifeboats.
"So that's what happened," said Nancy, finally.
"I can't believe it," he said. "It wasn't my fault," she said defensively. "No ... I-didn't say it was."
"I mean, you still love me and everything?" There was another nerve-shattering pause. "Well, Nancy, this sort of changes things."
"How's that?"
"I ... dunno ... everybody wants the girl he marries to be, you know, a virgin."
"What do you mean, a virgin? I thought you wanted to go to bed with me!"
"Yeah, of course it's natural for a man."
"What if I'd gone to bed with you?" she said.
"I guess it wouldn't have been so bad if it had been me," he replied flatly.
"Is that all you have to say?'
"I'm sorry, really sorry," he said.
She crushed out a fresh cigarette in her ashtray. "You'll call tomorrow?"
"I'll try to."
Nancy hung up the phone. Limply, she stood up from the couch. The room swam before her eyes. She shook herself to make sure it was really she, Nancy Mullins, who had just received one of the biggest shocks in her young life. This was the kind of thing that happened to other girls but not to her. It wasn't right! Why had she been chosen to suffer such agony? She'd decided to submit her resignation to Bill Flaxman this morning, and after that she didn't know what she'd do. She recalled all the good times she'd had with Hank, the moment when she'd thought herself supremely happy. All that had come to an absolute zero, to nothing. When she got into the Rockdale bus a half-hour later, she felt all eyes on her ... with her well-endowed body, did she look like the kind of girl this would happen to?
Bill Flaxman greeted her with an anxious smile when she arrived. He was standing in the outer office of the security agency, glancing over some forms spread across the receptionist's desk, but he turned immediately away from them to lead Nancy into his office.
"Have a seat," he pointed to a chair facing the front of his desk. Behind him she saw the skyscrapers of Rockdale rising like exclamation points on the smoggy horizon.
The receptionist brought Nancy coffee while Flaxman cleared his desk of papers and said, "Dale's already told me about your problem out at the shopping mall. I've decided to move you to another assignment."
She looked at him dully. "I came this morning to submit my resignation ... I-I just can't go on with this job."
"Well, that's your prerogative," he looked uncomfortable. "Still, what happened out there was a ... total accident. I feel dreadfully sorry that you were attacked, but I certainly wouldn't have sent you out there if I'd thought the assignment was dangerous. I hope you understand that."
"I do. I don't blame ... the agency," Nancy said. Flaxman's concern seemed genuine, she thought.
"Well, it's a shame to quit ... the second day of your new career."
"But I just don't think I could stay on," she said, and crossed her long slender legs. "I'd be ... just miserable...."
Flaxman went on. "The fact that you had the presence of mind to consult Dale after it happened is reassuring. Most girls would have rushed off to ... well, all the wrong people," he laughed. "But you were smart enough to consider the agency's position and come to us immediately."
Abruptly, Flaxman's receptionist buzzed him on the intercom. Nancy saw the frown cross her employer's face, and then Flaxman got up from his desk and excused himself. Moments later, his pretty brunette secretary came into the inner office and nodded to Nancy, "Mr. Flaxman wonders if you could take the day off. He has an emergency the next couple of hours."
"I'd rather wait," Nancy said, settling herself in for a siege.
The young blonde leafed through an FBI crime report and an old copy of Time till early afternoon. But, for a while anyway, she she couldn't help worrying ... How much does Flaxman know?
At one o'clock, Flaxman swept in the door; the balding older man hurried Nancy into his office and offered her a drink. She sat primly in front of his desk, holding her Scotch and soda in one hand, a cigarette in the other. She felt dizzy as he lit a cigar, floating a smoke ring-a puffy, donut-shaped cloud-across the space between them.
"I hope you've decided to stay," he said in his soothing voice.
"I have been reconsidering," she admitted. "I guess it depends on the assignment."
He leaned back in his chair, grinning broadly. "Well, this assignment entails nothing more than keeping an eye on someone ... nothing dangerous, just a routine detail."
"Keeping an eye on ... whom?"
Flaxman raised his eyebrows, "The wife of one of our clients. The woman's husband suspects her of adultery. There's a suit for divorce, and if the client can prove his wife's infidelity, he won't be obliged to pay alimony."
"I'm not sure what you want me to do," she said, narrowing her pretty blue eyes.
"All that's necessary is you drive by her house ... find out where she's headed when she goes out. But that can wait a few days. Why don't you just hang around the office tomorrow and the next day?"
The job sounded deceptively simple the way Flaxman presented it, and Nancy decided it would be silly not to give her career another try ... especially after the way Hank had let her down.
Two days later, Flaxman called her into his office to discuss the assignment again. The client had called to say his wife was attending a Saturday night party at a residence in Collier Heights. Flaxman wanted Nancy to attend the party with another private detective from Safeway ... and to take some photographs of the wife with a miniaturized camera he was going to provide the young girl detective.
For the remainder of that week Nancy worked in the Safeway office, rearranging files. As Saturday approached, she felt a growing excitement over her new assignment. She'd not forgotten the lewd events of Monday night-in some ways, the memory of the rape and Dale Reilly's subsequent seduction intensified with passing time-but the idea of going to a party where she was expected to photograph a married woman in the company of a strange man was a distraction. She had waited at home Wednesday evening for Hank to call but he didn't. On Thursday morning she visited her mother who was as miserable as usual over Nancy's new job. Mrs. Mullins's curvaceous daughter found the living room of the family home-with the magazines on the coffee table arranged just so as oppressively tidy as she had when she'd left it three months ago to take her duplex apartment. Her mother was sitting on the other end of the sofa when she wasn't emptying Nancy's ashtray.
"It seems to me you've always done everything different," her mother recollected nervously. "Still, I always hoped you'd grow up and get married ... like other girls."
"Well, give me time," Nancy interrupted, laughing.
"Willamena Jacobs, living across from you, she's still seeing that psychiatrist ... well, she thinks you're doing this unconsciously to hurt me and your father, but I think she's just crazy, don't you?"
"God, Momma, I hope you don't think that. " Nancy put out her cigarette guiltily.
The young blonde gazed at a picture on the mantel of herself as a child. She was wearing pigtails and a sailor-suit dress, and behind her stood her father, at that time a handsome, if balding, man in his early thirties.
"You've known about my plans since I began majoring in sociology in college." She shifted on the sofa.
"I know," her mother admitted. "But we didn't realize sociology meant you'd be a detective. I guess we just didn't understand."
"Oh, Momma ... please stop it!" Nancy picked up her purse to leave.
"What happened to that nice boy Hank you used to go out with?" her mother asked as she followed her to the door.
"He's moved to Leedstown," she said and shrugged her shoulders.
Her mother gave her a dubious glance. "Well, don't lose him ... so many of these young fellows are, you know, interested in one thing, and I don't need to spell it! After they've got it ... they don't give a pittance for you ... I know, Nancy ... your father was just the same!"
That was Thursday morning.
Dale came into the office, the first she'd seen of him since their lewd meeting Monday evening. He was wearing a turtleneck sweater that accentuated his slight paunch, but despite that she had to admit it made him look exceedingly masculine. Seeing him hunched over a plastic container of coffee in the outer office, she couldn't help shuddering at the thought of her mother's reaction if she knew what Nancy had done with the stockily built private detective.
"All ready for the big Saturday night?" he smiled as he whisked by her into Flaxman's office.
He returned a moment later, still smiling. There was no sign that he wanted to even hint at what had happened between them, which was just as well, she thought; it would have demolished the composed manner she'd struggled so to regain over the past two days. She preferred not to be angry at her coworker ... not to be affected by him at all. She wanted to believe he'd been as drunk as she had and that his inhibitions had been loosened up by his state of intoxication.
"Bill tell you I was going with you to the party Saturday?" He stood at the water cooler beside the file cabinet where she was working.
"You're going with me?" she repeated, momentarily befuddled. "No, he never mentioned that...."
"The people who're giving the party live in my neighborhood ... that's how we happened to get an invitation."
"Oh, sugar," Nancy hissed before she realized she was thinking out loud.
"You sure are funny, doll. But I like you just the same."
"Thanks," she said. "But I'll get by without you being a member of my fan club."
"Look, if we're going to work together we at least have to be on speaking terms."
"I'll think about that," she said.
"Well, don't take too long to decide you really like me. By Friday I might change my mind."
"You might? About what?"
"Oh, nothing," he said and turned into his office.
She trailed behind him to the door. Dale sat down on his executive-style desk, his feet crossed. "The party we're going to; I think you'll find it exciting."
He eyed her expectantly. Forcing herself to smile back, she said, "It's just an assignment." Then she turned into the outer office and rapidly drank two glasses of water.
Saturday came with a brightening of autumnal colors; leaves on the maple behind her house were frost-burnished, and there was a cold nip in the air that intensified her anxiety about the coming night. She should call Hank, even though he hadn't contacted her all week, and then, not receiving a letter from him in the noon mail, she was convinced she'd been right about her boyfriend all along. That afternoon it rained.
She sat polishing her nails at the front window, watching the droplets dash and explode against the glass. When the sun finally broke through the clouds, it was evening. Despite her misgivings, she decided to remain with the detective agency, at least till she could find another more suitable job for herself.
There was nothing to lose by going to the party, Nancy told herself as she zipped up her short black cocktail dress sometime after seven that evening. But each time she saw an automobile's headlights turn down the street in front of her house, she felt a quickening of her pulse.
* * *
Dale picked her up at nine o'clock and drove down on the cross-county thruway to Collier Heights. She felt as if she were seated next to her executioner-he looked grim and gray as though he hadn't slept. She thought she'd make some light comment to ease the strain between them, but when she did, the older detective practically sneered at her.
The party was being held on Sandy Hollow Lane, the poshest area in suburban Rockdale. She couldn't help feeling an anticipatory excitement-in spite of Dale's grouchiness knowing that her assignment entailed pretending she was a member of the fast-moving social circle that frequented the get-togethers at Lance Dulany's house. Dulany, the scion of a wealthy Rockdale family, was well known for his wild parties. Dale had wrangled an invitation for Nancy and himself from an acquaintance of Dulany's. He'd made arrangements so it would appear that she and the older detective were invited guests of Dulany's friend. To be doubly certain they got revealing shots, both Reilly and the young blonde would be snapping pictures at the party, supposedly for the guests' later enjoyment. Now, the Victorian mansion loomed up behind some trees at the end of a long driveway.
Dale turned to her as they got out of his car. "It's best we split up when we first get there, at least till the action starts."
"What do you mean ... action?" she said, gazing toward the century old mansion.
"You know, dancing, sex, whatever...."
"Sex?" the blonde novice said in a squeaky voice.
Dale nudged her as they came to the elegantly porticoed front of Dulany's house. He seemed warmer, more open now, and she decided she liked him even if he was a bit difficult to understand.
"I've been to a couple of these things," he sard. "Group sex is as normal for them as spin-the-bottle ... they're a pretty sophisticated crowd."
A white-coated butler swung open the doors to a long, semi-darkened hallway, and they were escorted into a candlelit front room.
It took Nancy a while to accustom herself to the darkness; then she made out a few couples dancing beside a bar. The room was sparsely but luxuriously-furnished, providing space for the dancers and a band playing in a small alcove. Gaily colored Chinese lanterns hung from a high ceiling threw suggestive shadows over the embracing figures.
Dale disengaged his hand from hers. Forgetting their plan to separate till a while later, she turned apprehensively as his chunky form disappeared into the drifting cigarette smoke. Feeling disconcertingly alone, she began picking her way toward the bar when a hand tugged at her shoulder.
"Your friend ... he doesn't mind leaving a pretty girl like you alone?" said a man who was definitely Bill Perkins, the news announcer with the WROC TV station.
"Oh, he'll be back," she said, somewhat flustered.
"How 'bout a drink?"
"Yes...." she said, shrugging her shoulders.
She was relieved to get off the dance floor, and the ruggedly handsome television personality knew it.
"Then grab ahold of me," he said, his dark blue eyes twinkling, "or you'll become the third part of a couple."
Nancy giggled in spite of her reluctance to mix socially at the party. "I have no intention of doing that," she said.
"Look, honey," Perkins said, his muscular arm now around her back, "on second thought, you're too innocent looking to be seen with me ... but I'm stoned enough to forgive myself."
They stood at the bar with couples pressing uncomfortably against them from the side facing the dance floor. Tall, lean Lance Dulany, his arm draped around a micro-skirted brunette, appeared at the end of the bar for a moment and then crossed to the hallway leading downstairs. Nancy wondered how she was supposed to spot Sally Winthrop in the thick swarm of bodies. She'd seen a photo of the attractive Collier Heights socialite, but most of the young women were outfitted so garishly it would be almost impossible to identify her.
"So you're Nancy," Perkins said.
She felt herself crimsoning. "How'd you know?"
"I'm the fellow who gave Dale the invitation to the party," he said. "Didn't he tell you?"
"There are lots of things he doesn't tell me," she said.
"Well, we help each other in the industry whenever we can," he gave her a once-over that bordered dangerously on a leer.
Nancy studied her drink. "I guess we shouldn't talk about it."
"No. I guess we shouldn't," he replied.
Nancy surmised that the detective provided Perkins with leads on news stories in exchange for small favors, such as this invitation to Lance Dulany's exclusive gathering. Curiously, she said, "I didn't know the news media and our firm were so close."
Perkins leaned heavily against the bar. "We get more stuff from the private agencies than from the police. But it's a cooperative arrangement and in the long run everybody's happy."
She observed more people withdrawing from the room and going downstairs. Now, the band was playing to several couples dancing a tango. She saw Reilly motioning to them from across the room.
Perkins finished his drink and nodded to the demurely pretty girl, "The fun's about to begin. Looks like Buz Sawyer's anxious to see you."
"Stop that," she snapped, but for a moment Reilly's face did resemble the well-known private investigator in the comics.
The decision to go to the basement-where she imagined anything could happen-came so abruptly that she didn't have time to think. Now, Bill grasped her hand....
Outwardly, Nancy knew she looked cool and composed, but her stomach was doing somersaults, and she felt a thrill as the three of them made their way through the house toward a downstairs playroom. She didn't know how bad it would really be and tried not to think of it as they went down the dark stairs. Dale taking her hand and guiding her.
The young detective spotted Sally Winthrop right away-the amused blue eyes were unmistakable-and her first reaction was one of shock, a stunned reaction so overwhelming that she almost forgot she was here to take pictures. The room was dark except for the white circle created by a ceiling spotlight where she could see a middle-aged man and Winthrop's wife standing by the mattress. They were both completely naked, and the man's long white penis was excitedly erect.
Now Dale was craning his neck, looking for a place for them to sit, and Nancy opened her purse and fumbled for her miniaturized camera. She took a quick glance around them to make sure no one was watching and then shot-a close-up view of the lewdly naked couple flickered before her. She snapped the shutter again, and with nervously trembling fingers, dropped the camera in the bottom of her purse as Dale motioned them on.
She had to take her eyes away from Mrs. Winthrop and her friend as they threaded their way through the people gathered to watch and headed toward a couch that was along one wall.
"I didn't realize they'd be doing something like this," Nancy whispered to Dale as he led her along, but the private detective didn't hear her.
Suddenly he stopped completely and Nancy froze as she looked down at a nakedly entwined couple on top of some pillows at her feet. They were strung uninhibitedly across the narrow aisle, leaving Nancy's group at a temporary loss as to how to get around them. The woman, a stunning redhead, was lying on her back with her knees salaciously uplifted and her long slender legs spread far apart.
The man was sitting on the redhead's ripely swelling breasts; his buttocks crushed their generously rounded softness tight back against her chest while his knees were placed obscenely on either side of her head. Nancy watched, her mouth open in disbelief, as the woman reached up with her hands and greedily seized the man's fully erect cock. A hungry expression flickering through the redhead's eyes before she closed them and began licking the man's lust-stiffened penis with her tongue, craning her neck to slowly take his long hard cock deeper into her ovaled mouth.
Behind her she heard Reilly say, "God Almighty, Perkins, look at that!"
They stood transfixed as they watched the man gradually begin to pump his hips back and forth. His long white cock began to slide like a thick wet piston in and out of the woman's moistly clasping lips. The aroused redhead reached up with her hands and grasped impatiently at his waist to pull his loins even closer against her face. She wanted all she could get of his mouth-filling hardness. It looked like his cock was going all the way down her throat as the man began fucking harder and harder into her voraciously sucking mouth.
Gently, Dale pulled Nancy along. "Come on," he whispered. "We've got to ease around them. We're blocking the view for the others."
Finally, they reached the couch where an attractive older couple was sprawled at one end. Instinctively, Nancy sensed that they were married-to each other. Their wide-eyed expressions made it more than obvious they were no more used to watching sex shows than Nancy was. The couch was a long one, big enough for them all to sit on. No sooner was Nancy's group seated beside the couple than the uncontrollably excited wife whirled on her husband. Kissing him full on the mouth, she began grinding her curvaceous form licentiously against his body.
Nancy sat between the private detective and the television announcer, her breath coming light and fast. To see such overt lewdness and animal sexuality was shocking and yet strangely exciting. My God, she thought of the couple, how can people do such things? The older married couple screwed their mouths together like mad, the husband running his hands all over his wife's grinding body, pulling her dress far up her enticingly separated thighs.
It was exciting being in the room, Nancy admitted to herself, hypnotically watching the couple for a moment before she pulled her eyes away. A heated lewdness, an obscene atmosphere hung heavy in the packed room. There was a tense quietness but for the steady sound of the music upstairs reverberating like a deep pulse through the floorboards.
Then Dale was pointing and whispered to her, "That's Sally Winthrop out there on the mattress."
"I know," she said.
"I'm going to get up and take some shots from the back. You take some from here when they get more warmed up."
"Okay," Nancy gulped deeply as her parner disappeared into the darkness. She looked back at the middle-aged man and the young woman standing nakedly in the glaring spotlight.
Sally Winthrop was lovely with her blonde hair and her smoky blue eyes that had a glazed look. She was perspiring, and her hairdo was disheveled, giving her an even more lurid appearance. It seemed like a good moment to take a picture now, but Dale had told her to wait and Nancy followed his instructions.
There were red marks on the Winthrop woman's translucent white skin, particularly around the insides of her youthfully firm thighs near her blonde-fringed pussy. She stood with her arms trembling at her sides, her eyes now closed as the man roughly massaged her full-ripened young breasts. Then he spun her around and said to her in a commanding, almost brutal tone, "Turn around and get down on your knees!"
Without a word, the unfaithful young wife dropped obediently to her knees, facing away from the older man. Then he put both hands on her fearfully quivering shoulders, pushing her abruptly until she fell forward. Her pretty face, neck and shoulders were forced down into the mattress while her rounded young buttocks waves high up in the air, invitingly exposed for everyone to see.
"Spread your legs," the man ordered now.
Nancy suddenly found herself leaning forward on the couch, her breath coming fast. She couldn't believe she was actually watching the girl's nakedly exposed buttocks upraised so everyone in the room could see. Then a smoldering fear surged through her at the young woman's obscenely helpless position. As Winthrop's wife spread her legs, adjusting into a more comfortable kneeling position, her pink-slitted vagina revealed itself more openly, glistening wetly in the spotlight. Nancy found it increasingly difficult to sit still as a tantalizing sexual hunger all her own began churning deep up inside her tightening belly. She could feel her love-starved young pussy beginning to involuntarily moisten as she watched the girl spread her shaking knees as wide as possible on the mattress. God! She couldn't believe it! Nancy had never imagined a woman on her knees like that in such a submissive position ... as though she were a subdued animal readied for sacrifice.
"Grind it, move your ass around for me!" the man demanded, and Sally Winthrop obeyed instantly, rotating and squirming her girlish uplifted buttocks with all her might. Instead of being embarrassed and humiliated by her depraved position, Nancy saw that the girl was enjoying it. She had her face turned toward the couch where Nancy sat, and the young woman detective noticed the blissfully dazed smile on her face and the expectant way her eyes were now closed. Dale had told Nancy to wait until the Winthrop woman was "warmed up," and she certainly looked that now. Nancy took out her camera and got two shots, wondering with a sudden dizzy feeling, what kind of shots Reilly was getting from the rear of the room!
She felt the drinks she'd consumed earlier going to her head. The room whirled in front of her as the spotlight over the couple on the center mattress spun kaleidoscopically. The room was full of couples writhing in the dark, and everyone seemed to be breathing harder. She felt herself getting light-headed and blinked for a moment, turning to see the married couple on the other end of the couch. The man now had his wife's dress drawn up around her waist, and Nancy could see the narrow crotch band of her white nylon panties as the man caressed her eagerly parting thighs. His wife had his fly unzipped, and her hand was inserted inside his pants and slowly moving around over his passionately erect cock. With unconcealed delight, both of them were gazing at the naked girl in the spotlight as they fondled one another's heatedly aroused loins.
Nancy looked back at Winthrop's wife on the center mattress. Now the blonde woman was furiously undulating and grinding her buttocks up in the air, the gentle curves of her body casting weird shadows on a wall. Her straining back glistened with sweat, her teeth were tightly clenched, and her face contorted and transformed by passion-convulsed desire. It was raw naked lust-there was no other name for it.
"Uhhhh!" With a loud grunt, the heavy-set man behind her dropped to his knees and seized her encouragingly waving buttocks with eager, outstretched hands. He steadied them, gazed at her stilled young ass-cheeks for a long moment then brought his stiffened penis into position up against her pinkly splayed open young cunt. The girl seemed to be holding her breath as his lust-knotted cock-head pressed up between her blonde-fringed pussy lips. Then, suddenly, he found his mark and plunged his long, lust-thickened penis deep up into her hotly clutching vagina, bringing wild ecstatic mewls from the crouched girl's parted lips.
"Aaaaarrrggghh," she cried out.
Nancy could see the man's lewdly impaling member pull nearly out of the socialite's wet, curl-rimmed passage then disappear again out of sight between the moist tight walls as he shoved his aching cock deep into her tiny pussy hole again and again. "Ooooh, ooohhh!" she gasped and moaned, her voice trailing off into unintelligibility.
For a moment, Nancy was shocked, fearing the young wife was hurt ... then she realized the blonde was loving it! Her nakedly spotlighted body began to buck and quiver, anxiously thrusting back and up to meet his in-plunging cock. The man's eyes bulged out of his head as he fucked into her sucking young cunt unmercifully from behind, not holding back, slamming into her with all his massive weight and strength. Her entire body vibrated like jello under his pummeling strokes, her breasts dancing obscenely beneath her chest and finally flattening out as they were forced down into the mattress.
That's what it must be like to be completely ravished! Nancy thought and sneaked out her camera again. For some reason, the young girl detective was in such a dazed state she almost forgot to put the camera back in her purse when she was done! It was an act of total self-subjugation, her mind raced on, where the woman became nothing more than a slave to the depraved .and unrestrained desires of the man who plunged with greater force and strength into her defenseless cunt. There were no holds barred. The Winthrop woman was doing exactly what her partner wished and had no purpose but to satisfy the man who was thrusting so brutally deep up inside her helpless vagina. And what's more, she seemed to be enjoying it!
"Oh, God," Nancy found herself beginning a little moaning in her throat along with the blonde. A wild thought bolted through her mind and she quickly dismissed it. For a split second, she wished she were that girl ... getting fucked so savagely, so thrillingly, out there on the mattress where everyone at the party could see her shameless submission. Nancy sat forward on the couch and crossed her legs, squeezing her warmly moistened thighs tight together. The wet heat of her involuntarily responding vagina was becoming almost unbearable. God, this was too much!
"Uuuuuuhhhh!" the man's loud grunt pierced through the room.
With a roar, he stiffened and started cumming like a ravaging Hon into Sally Winthrop's hungrily milking cunt. His reddened face contorted with rage and desire, and Nancy could see his rock-hard buttocks flex and untighten as he arched his hips a final time. Then his body convulsed torturously as he came again and again, shooting his hot male sperm deep up into her squirming, still unsatisfied vagina.
"No! No! Not yet! Don't cum yet!" the adulterous wife moaned in despair.
She thrust her quivering white ass-cheeks up higher and higher, trying to keep the man's still squirting penis inside her ravaged but still passionately begging vagina. But it was futile. He merely collapsed on her back then rolled off to fall beside her onto the mattress, gasping out the euphoria of his own orgasm. The blonde lay prone, grinding her sperm-drenched pussy-lips hard down against the mattress, agonized moans of frustration coming from deep in her throat.
The man staggered to his feet and moved out of the small spotlight and into the darkness, leaving the insanely aroused woman naked by herself. "Next in line!" someone called, and there were a few laughs. Nancy licked her lips; her mouth was dry and her young body strangely on fire.
"That turn you on?"
Nancy jumped as Dale Reilly slipped back into the seat beside her. His elbow nudged her jokingly in the side; he was teasing her, grinning.
Nancy's face was flushed, and she couldn't look directly at her coworker. She nodded and tried to explain, surprised by the hoarse quality in her voice, "I've never seen anything like that before."
"Well, hang on, there'll be more," he laughed, lighting a cigarette. He looked at his young partner with an amused glow in his eyes and seemed to be enjoying her reaction as much as the lewd sex show.
On her other side, the TV announcer, Perkins, put his hand on her lower thigh and Nancy jumped. His hand was warm and moist, and he breathed across her as as he spoke to Reilly. "At another party, I saw that Winthrop girl take on four men and two women and still want more. She's unbelievable. I guess she really likes to fuck."
Nancy didn't try to take his hand away; it felt good on her thigh. She looked down the couch at the older couple. The wife was now leaning back with her panty-less buttocks perched at the edge of the seat and her dress brazenly pulled up to her waist, revealing every intimate detail of her aroused body from there down. Her excited husband had pulled her panties down over her revolving hips to the point where her dark-haired soft pussy mound was completely exposed, the wetly shining layers of pink cuntal flesh contrasting with the bluish hue of his blood-inflated cock-head.
Dale laughed uproariously as he followed Nancy's gaze. The husband grinned lewdly and then leaned forward to kiss his wife full on the mouth.
Without asking permission, Bill Perkins casually reached over and hooked two fingers in the woman's sheer white panties, pulling them down over her knees. "Ohhhhhhh, yes!" the woman moaned in wild agreement and kicked the panties from her ankles onto the floor. She lay half-naked on the couch, her tapering legs spread wide and her passion-inflamed pussy-lips parting to reveal more of her deeply throbbing vaginal slit, sparsely surrounded by soft black pubic hair.
Perkins turned to Nancy and grinned. "It's all right, they're married," he said. Nancy laughed in astonishment. Apparently everything was all right.
People were turning to watch the couch now. Men were looking lustfully at Nancy, but she felt safe between Reilly and Perkins. Then, the TV announcer said, "Looks like our friend on the mattress needs another man. I'm going to volunteer my services."
Nancy's attention was distracted back to the couple, and now the husband was really going at his wife, unbuttoning her dress and taking off her transparent white brassiere to expose her full, firmly set breasts that quivered in his cupping hands. He pinched the lust-stiffened pink nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Nancy stirred responsively, the warmth in her tingly-hot pussy becoming much stronger. She turned to Dale, "Shouldn't we ... I mean, we've got some pictures, aren't we going?"
"We should get her with more than one partner. Why don't you go over by those stairs and shoot? I'll see what I can get from this couch ... and for Christ's sake, don't get Perkins' face into the pictures."
"No, of course not," Nancy agreed and stood up uneasily. Any signs of an aisle had completely disappeared; she didn't know how Reilly had gotten through all this closely packed humanity in the dark, but he had, and she picked her way determinedly toward the beacon of light shining faintly below the door at the top of the staircase. A man's hand reached up her leg, and she lost her balance and grabbed. A woman gave an excited whelp, and Nancy fell into an opening beneath the stairwell, trembling and blushing flusteredly in the dark.
She took a deep breath, relieved to be alone here behind most of the crowd, and concentrated on the massively built announcer out there under the spotlight. He had stripped naked, and his eagerly stiffening penis was much longer and thicker than the last man's. His eyes flicked over the lewdly kneeling blonde girl with a lusty and expectant look, and sensing his presence, she got to her feet and looked with equal longing at his enormously lengthened penis swaying right in front of her. She was hot now and in a terrible deep passion which called for immediate satisfaction.
Nancy forgot that she wanted to leave, almost forgot she was in an audience of writhing couples who were half naked and heatedly fondling each other's genitals. All she could look at was the taut-muscles television announcer and the small blonde society girl looking hungrily at each other under the spotlight. Nancy's mouth was open and dry, her breath coming hoarse and deep. She squirmed and twisted uncomfortably under the stairs, and the passion-soaked crotch band of her nylon bikini panties tightening against her rapidly seeping vagina only served to titillate her all the more.
Perkins moved under the spotlight, put his hand on the girl's shoulders and said, "Go down on your knees and suck my cock!"
"God!" A little moan escaped Nancy's lips as she remembered the first time she had done that.
Sally Winthrop's face was twisted by a lust-crazed look, and as she sank slave-like to her knees, she slowly circled her lips with her tongue. Once on her knees, she reached eagerly for her new partner's desire-stiffened pole of male flesh. She played with his hardened penis for a moment and drew the loose foreskin up over the bluntly swollen tip-end. Then, as Perkins stood above her, spreading his powerful legs and bracing himself with his fingers tangled in Sally's disheveled blonde hair, her mouth finally closed tightly over his mushroom-like cock-head.
Nancy had never seen anything so lewd and obscene in her life, and she gasped aloud as the television announcer's hips slowly began to move. His penis was enormously lengthened and looked like a huge, wet, white bone as it began to slide in and out of the girl's willingly accepting mouth, fusing flesh with flesh as it thrust deep into her desirously puffing cheeks.
Nancy watched as if hypnotized, her eyes half-closed and glazed. The young blonde's mouth was open as wide as it could go, her lipstick-rimmed lips stretched tight around the vein-lined cock-shaft like two tight rubber bands.
She'll choke! Nancy thought as Perkins thrust his ramrod penis up deeper into her wetly clasping mouth. He moved deep and slow, pulling his entire blood-filled length out to the thickly swollen head, a malicious look on his face. Then just as slow and cruelly as before, he sank his heated member back inward toward her throat, farther and deeper with each plunge. Winthrop's wife was no longer merely sucking him; he was fucking into her mouth, using it as he would a young, hairless cunt.
The audience was silent at this obscene spectacle which was made all the more arousing by the rapt expression on the blonde wife's face. "Deeper!" a woman's voice cried.
"Harder!" said another man.
"Suck him!" people were calling from all parts of the room.
"Suck," Nancy heard herself say in a little voice. Perkins responded, driving his saliva-wettened cock into the woman's unresisting mouth all the way back to her throat. The young wife let her hand slip behind him and seized his rotating ass-cheeks to pull him closer and deeper into her warm, moist mouth.
"That's it, yes, suck him, suck him ... suck him!" Nancy was amazed that she was chanting the words over and over, saying filthy things in a crazy, sing-song manner.
Nothing mattered. No one was listening. Nancy took three pictures as quickly as she could and dropped the camera back into her purse. All eyes were riveted on the other blonde girl who was drawing as hard as she could now on the television announcer's rock-hard penis fucking faster and faster into her thirstily ovaling mouth. The heat and smoke were becoming unbearable, and Nancy found herself avidly sucking on that man's long hard cock in front of everyone ... just as she had sucked Detective Reilly's massive penis the other night. She watched the lewdly coupled pair writhe hard together with Perkins suddenly springing animal-like, almost crouching down over the kneeling girl. He forced her head back and up and drove his uncontrollably jerking penis as far as it would go into her suctioning mouth with all his power, the muscles in his flexing legs bulging and corded.
"Oooooh," Nancy gasped aloud when she saw his face, heard him grunt-all unmistakable signs that the television performer was rushing into orgasm. As he shot his hot liquid cum far back into her receiving throat, Sally's cheeks ballooned outward until it seemed they would burst. The veins stood out on her neck and shiny white sperm was overflowing out of the corners of her mouth, but she kept gluttonously swallowing his jetting cum, sucking crazily for more, moaning all the while in a frantic, pleading voice. Finally, Perkins's legs trembled in satiation, and he sank to the floor with Sally still possessively nibbling on his rapidly softening rod of flesh.
Suddenly the lights flicked on. People grinned self-consciously and fumbled with disarranged clothing. All at once, everyone seemed to stand up and move in a solid mass toward the stairs. Nancy peered over the sea of heads for Dale who motioned for her to wait there. Her eyes flickered greedily back to the center mattress where Perkins lay naked on his back, sighing and gasping with the unfaithful young socialite licking the fast, warm, white sperm-droplets off the top of his depleted penis.
CHAPTER FIVE
Nancy and Dale had taken enough pictures to fill three files on the Winthrop woman. After the show, the plainclothesman escorted his pretty blonde date to the upstairs bar.
"Give me ... something strong," she said in a shaking voice.
Dale ordered a double martini, and she downed the drink almost immediately.
"So that's how the other half lives," Dale said, smiling.
Nancy glimpsed Bill Perkins coming into the living room, arm in arm with a slender young brunette woman. The announcer winked at her, and turned away from the bar.
"God ... it was unbelievable," she said, looking anxiously at Dale. "I really need another drink...."
This was her fourth or fifth martini of the evening, and it went straight to her head. The overhead bar light dissolved into splintery fragments before her eyes. Then, she saw a redhead standing behind Dale. She was tall and willowy, and seemed a little older than Nancy.
"So ... this is the girl you've been .telling me so much about," the woman said, her eyes searing up and down Nancy's smoothly curved young body.
"Nancy ... meet Rhoda, my wife," Dale said, swiveling on his stool from the blonde to the redhead.
"Why ... I ... I thought you came here alone," the young blonde said.
"Not exactly," Dale said. "I'm with you and...."
"But, she's your wife," Nancy said, intoxicatedly.
"You've forgotten this is a neighborhood party. Rhoda just dropped by to see the tail-end of the performance," he laughed hoarsely, and signaled the bartender for another round of drinks.
"I ... I see." Nancy said, not understanding a thing of what was going on. "So, you're Rhoda. Dale's told me about you, too."
The well-endowed redhead turned to her husband. "You ought to take Nancy home. She's absolutely pie-eyed," she said in a husky voice.
"Just one more drink," said Reilly, who was getting drunk too.
"You must come and see us some time," Rhoda was saying to Nancy. "It's not often Dale introduces me to a colleague as pretty as yourself."
"Don't overdo it, Rhoda," Dale said, his words slurred.
"Don't be silly...." the attractive redhead said, leaning up against the bar between Nancy and the detective.
The room was half-empty now, and the band was packing its instruments.
"Maybe you should take me home now," the blonde girl said.
"Do drop by for a nightcap," said Rhoda. "We can continue the party-without distractions-at our house!"
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea Dale smiled at his wife. He pushed himself away from the bar, as Nancy followed behind with Rhoda.
Through her alcohol induced haze, the young woman detective sensed something was wrong ... with everything. She and Dale had come here only to take pictures, but now Dale was almost as drunk as she was. She supposed it was the "show" that had pushed her off the deep end; she'd never been so stunned by anything in her life, and the drinks she'd quickly consumed had served to blunt the evening's cutting edge. But now, as she followed the older detective, accompanied by his wife, to his car, she realized she'd overdone it, terribly. She didn't know if Dale should be trusted-after all, she'd made a tragic error in the same way a few days ago-but still it seemed reasonable to go to his house and sober up a bit before she went home.
"The camera ... where's the camera?" Dale said as the three piled into the front seat of his car.
Suddenly afraid she'd left it back at the party, Nancy fumbled in her purse. She found the compact Minox at the bottom of her bag.
"Here it is," she said, waving the small camera in front of the detective's face. "I hope you haven't forgotten yours."
"Well, aren't we going?" Rhoda said, seated on the other side of Nancy.
The car suddenly lurched to life.
"I-I think I'd rather go home. I've changed my mind. I don't feel so good," Nancy said. From the left side, Dale lay his hand on her knee. She wondered if his wife could see what he was doing, and tried unsuccessfully to hedge her knee but from under his grasping hand. A light-fingered sensation went flittering up through her belly as his hand slid up the side of her thigh, dragging the skirt of her cocktail dress along with it so that it bunched at her hip. Then his hand moved around and came to rest on her naked inner thigh.
"I don't feel like quitting ... not yet," Rhoda said, obliviously.
"We'll go ... to our house," Dale slurred.
"Please, no, Dale. Just take me home." Nancy pulled at his wrist with her fingers and the car swerved slightly. She suddenly realized he was driving with only one hand, and relaxed her fingers on his wrist.
"You're in no state to go home ... like you are," Dale gave her firm young thigh a squeeze.
"Not again...." Nancy looked helplessly at the detective's stern profile. "Oh, please...."
Dale's hand moved farther up her struggling thigh. Now his fingers pulled teasingly at the tight elastic legband of her lace panties, caressing at the sensitive area just below her inviting pussy. She could feel her vaginal lips lubricating moistly with each tug at her sheer nylon crotchband, but no matter how hard she tried, it was impossible to keep from getting aroused. She squirmed on the car seat, inadvertently pushing against Dale's wife on her other side. Dale wheeled around a turn in the highway, riding dangerously close to the culvert, then burned rubber as he spun onto the flat stretch of road.
Intoxicatedly the detective managed to find the turn-off to his home. Nancy stayed doggedly inside the car after Dale and Rhoda got out. She could tell Dale was excited as he stood outside the opened door. His penis jutted brazenly against his slacks, making an obvious thick bulge at the crotch. Nancy saw Rhoda look at it too, then the statuesque redhead turned to Nancy.
"Get out, honey," she smiled at the distraught blonde.
"No ... I mean, I'm tired ... Dale, we've got to work Monday ... I'd like to go home and get myself together!"
Rhoda's determined gaze made her weaken. Suddenly, the young detective woman slipped out of the car and followed Dale and Rhoda Reilly up the path to their house.
After that, she didn't remember much of anything, except having another drink with Rhoda and Dale in their living room. Later Nancy would hazily recall Rhoda showing her to a guest room and putting her to bed. She had a dream that seemed to last a long time about being made love to by an anonymous, hairy-chested man. Just as he was about to put his huge, throbbing penis up into her crazily excited vagina she heard a voice.
She awakened with a start, her body trembling and covered with a film of perspiration. Painfully, she opened her eyes, then struggled to focus them. Her head was throbbing, and she could feel the unmistakable signs of nausea coming on.
Finally, the whirling colors and indecipherable objects stopped, and her stomach settled. She seemed to be in a room-it was small; there were landscapes on the wall and the drapes were drawn. A dull yellow light made her think momentarily that she was still at the Dulany party, but turning her head, she saw the light came through the crack in the curtains from a street lamp. A flash of recognition swept through her. She was still in Dale's house!
The room began to whirl again and the next thing she knew her head was back on the pillow, and she closed her eyes. There was a soft voice in the room, and she sensed the unmistakable pressure of another person. Opening her eyes again, she blinked and blinked, each time the single figure growing closer as she squinted in the dim light. It was Dale! The detective was walking toward where she was lying on the bed, and he was smiling.
Slowly, it all began to come back-the party, taking the photographs of the Winthrop woman, the lewd performance in the downstairs room. She was very, very tired, and she felt ... debased! The wave of anxiety brought on by that memory was replaced by a new confusion as the detective reached her bedside.
"Dale ... how'd I get here...." she said, struggling to sit up. "Why didn't you take me home?"
"Just relax." Dale sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling. "Everything's going to be all right. You just drank too much, honey, and Rhoda brought you in here...." He chuckled and leaned toward her.
Suddenly, she realized she was naked. She tried to cover herself with the sheet, but Dale held the bedclothes down....
"Move over, sweetheart," he slurred as he pushed closer to her.
Nancy bolted upright in bed, forgetting for an instant that she was naked as his hand slid along her slender leg. She squeezed her knees together and pulled them tightly against her body at his touch.
He pulled her toward him and kissed her.
"Please ... no!" she said.
Again, he kissed her, this time splurging his tongue into her half-parting lips. She couldn't help it ... but she felt something responding within herself. The liquor ... and watching the orgy at Dulany's house ... had made her strangely receptive to his advances. Dale kissed her again, and this time she felt something snap inside her head. Eagerly, she kissed him back.
"That's more like it," he said.
"I don't know ... oh God...." she moaned.
He began gently stroking her long tapering leg, tracing the full curving line of her calf upward to her knee.
Seconds later, she heard another voice and sensed that someone other than Dale was standing beside the bed. Feeling like she was fighting out of a deep coma, she managed to open her eyes and stared into the grinning face of a tall, red-haired woman!
"It's Rhoda," Dale caught her hand when she reached again for the sheet to cover herself.
Nancy blinked up at Reilly's wife. She struggled, once again, to pull up the sheet, but he nudged her back. "But, I ... I don't understand," she said in an alcohol-slurred voice.
Suddenly, the attractive redhead looked at Dale and wrapped her arm around his waist. "Oh, you will, honey, you will." She laughed. "My husband here had wild tastes."
Dale moved away from his wife and peered from the edge of the bed down into Nancy's face. "Now, you're going to do exactly what I say ... I want you to just lie there and relax and let Rhoda do what she wants to you."
Rhoda grinned down at Nancy who looked back up with big uncomprehending eyes. Did Dale expect her to have sex with his wife? "No," she cried. "I've never done such a terrible thing before!"
Her co-worker frowned from the side of the bed. "Relax, will you, Nancy? Just be still. No one's going to hurt you."
Dale straightened, walked away from the bed and moved a chair up into a good viewing position. He nodded to his auburn-haired wife who pulled her blouse up over her head and tossed it onto the bureau. Seconds later, she unclasped a flimsy black brassiere and revealed her voluptuously full breasts.
Nancy watched the rapidly undressing young woman with her eyes still wide and unfocused from sheer shock. There seemed to be two of her. Two tall, curvy, overlapping Rhoda's were now stepping out of their micro-skirts as Nancy watched.
Rhoda twitched her hips as she began slowly rolling her black bikini panties down over her abdomen, until her "vee"-shaped triangle of auburn pubic curls was visible to Nancy on her ivory-skinned body. Finally, she pulled the skimpy black panties down her legs and tossed them on the floor, exposing her full-breasts body completely to Dale and Nancy.
"Oh, God, no!" Nancy gasped, stifling a scream. This was a new, depraved side of life she'd never experienced before. Then Dale was pouring her drink from a bottle beside the bed and handing her the glass, and she was drinking it, to calm her nerves. "Why?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Because it'll give us pleasure and you're going to like it too."
Nancy couldn't understand. Her attention was constantly shifting between the detective and the red-haired woman. Now she looked up to see Rhoda Reilly kneeling on all fours on the bed, right up between her own open thighs. She tried to close her legs, but couldn't because Rhoda's shoulders were in the way. In the struggle, Nancy's thighs had come apart, completely exposing the wispy inverted triangle of her pussy. Her hands flew down to cover her helplessly exposed vagina and the other woman gave a low chuckle, saying over her shoulder to Dale, "She's acting awful modest!"
Dale ignored her. "Nancy, relax. Loosen up. Don't be so goddamn inhibited."
The young blonde closed her eyes in shame and tried to choke back the sobs she felt rising in her throat. Now, Rhoda's soft hand was running over her quivering thighs, touching them in a slow sensuous way, lingering over the tingling insides of her separated legs, then gently trailing up to where Nancy's hands were cupped protectively over her naked pussy.
She could hear the older woman say, in a husky voice, "It won't do any good, honey. Remember, I'm a woman too, and I know what turns us on."
Gently, Rhoda tried to pry loose Nancy's fearfully clamped fingers. But the young blonde clutched all the harder, pressing her fingers into the soft pink flesh of her cringing cunt, inadvertently separating her blonde curled pussy-lips, one from the other.
Nancy's whole body leapt as she felt Rhoda's expert tongue softly licking on the quivering insides of her thighs and she tightened her hands over her whole trembling cuntal area with a sudden, helplessly excited moan. She could feel her clitoris swelling like a tiny nub of fire under her own clenching fingers, despite her attempt to hold the blaze back.
"Ohhhhhhh, no, please, no!" She moaned as Rhoda's tongue began licking and lapping maddeningly on and on all over her hands, trying to force its wet way between her covering fingers and causing shivers of lust to course up and down her spine. God, she didn't want to get turned on, but so lewd and obscene was the detective's wife's slavering at her straining thighs that little shocks of pleasure like electric static crackled through the young girl's entire helplessly responding body.
Wildly, she looked over at the private detective, who leered with shameless delight, as he watched his wife licking up and down between the young blonde's parting thighs.
Nancy could almost feel the redhead's eyes boring into the pinkly glistening slit of her cunt peeping erotically from between her protecting fingers. Then she felt Rhoda's cheek resting on the sensitive flesh of her twisting thigh, close enough for the woman's nose and lips to be tickled by the sparse silken pussy-hair curling up between her fingers.
The more the older woman's tongue probed, the harder the young blonde resisted, realizing with a frustrated moan that the harder she fought, the more desperately she was exciting herself. Rhoda's tongue began darting around, searching for an opening, a weakness, as Nancy-in order to prevent her-kept moving her fingers, inadvertently massaging her own pulsating cuntal mound. The desperate defensive movements only served to intensify her wanton arousal and the whimpering young girl realized she couldn't go on struggling against the salacious pleasure much longer.
"Oh, God, no!" Her cunt was now becoming moist and her moans increased as Reilly's wife's burrowing tongue found the one unprotected corner of her blonde victim's throbbing vagina and slowly forced Nancy's fingers to one side a fateful fraction of an inch. Now Rhoda licked furiously while Nancy gritted her teeth and fought with what little moral force she had left not to give in! The utterly delicious sensations rippling through her lusting young body were not entirely new to her, not since the beginning of this week, anyway! Yes, she thought, there was a raging need in her unwillingly aroused pussy, and maybe it could be quenched by another woman. Her moans increased, and her heart fluttered as though she'd been injected with some strong aphrodisiac. Oh God! What was she thinking of? Fucking another woman?!
"Uuuuuuuh!" she coughed, an involuntary groan of delight escaping from her throat.
"Lie back. Just relax," Rhoda said.
Then, in a surprise move, Rhoda darted her head lower so her tongue could find the enticing shadowy crevice of Nancy's buttocks, licking crazily while her fingers worked to part and widen the younger woman's firmly molded ass-cheeks. Nancy gasped and moaned in unbelieving joy while Rhoda eased her hands under her desperately churning buttocks to cup the two spontaneously wriggling half-moons in her hands. The tall, lustfully aggressive redhead tilted Nancy's hips ever so slightly, and the young blonde shuddered as she felt Rhoda's tongue flick hot and wet over her sensitively puckered little anus. Then it was slithering up inside her nether opening!
"Aaaaaaaaargh," Nancy groaned before she could think. "It feels so goooooooooooood!"
Struck numb with shame, she moved her hands fast in an attempt to stop the brazen older woman, and before she realized it, the redhead's moist mouth and tongue were working obscenely over Nancy's suddenly exposed pussy-lips! Nancy twisted and writhed helplessly on the bed, thrusting her hands on Rhoda's perspiration-beaded forehead to push the woman's slavering mouth away from between her legs.
"Oh, Dale ... stop your wife. She's trying to lick ... my pussy!"
But the protesting movement soon eased into revolving, undulating motions designed to lure that torturously worming tongue farther up between her throbbing cuntal lips! Oh God, it felt good, twisting and probing in her passion-heated cuntal flesh. She clenched and ground her ass-cheeks up and down, virtually helpless before the long searing tongue thrusting deeper up toward her love-starved vaginal hole. It was too good, too delicious to resist any more!
Oh! She'd never had her susceptible pussy tongue-loved by anyone, let alone another woman! Lesbianism! Yes, that's what it was. It was contrary to everything she'd ever been taught, but she wanted it anyway!
The young career girl lifted her head forward to see what she could, her eyes suddenly filled with the intoxicating spectacle of Rhoda's long flame-colored hair streaming like wildfire over her own passionately heaving hips and thighs. She felt the soft magic puffs of cool air grazing her own delectably naked pussy, merging with the maddening wet caresses of Rhoda's tongue now furrowing up her glistening vaginal slit from her desire-moist cuntal mouth, then licking her tiny bud-like clitoris into excited hardness.
Then, the redhead withdrew her burrowing head from between Nancy's helplessly splayed out thighs. She moved quickly up on top of the prostrate girl and ground her throbbing pussy into Nancy's vagina, the soft tendrils of her pubic hair massaging Nancy's sensation-filled cunt and exciting the young blonde still further. "Split those lovely legs as wide as you can, you're going for a real ride now, baby!" Rhoda hissed.
Clear-headed for a second, Nancy shot the woman's husband a pleading glance.
Dale was sitting on the edge of his chair. "Go ahead, let her fuck you," he encouraged. "Spread your legs so she can rub her cunt against your pussy!"
Nancy felt the detective's wife's voluptuous, supple-fleshed body crushing down over her own, and Rhoda's softly swaying breasts and distended nipples grazing tauntingly against her own breasts. The redhead's full-lipped mouth lowered down to Nancy's lush white mounds, and she sucked one tingling nipple into a quivering nugget shape. A wild sensation charged through Nancy's nakedly trembling form. It felt to her as though hot needles were being pricked all over her captive body; she was nothing but a sex-toy tonight, jumping to every depraved whim of either Dale Reilly or his red-haired wife.
"Open your legs, yeesssss, open them wide," Rhoda directed, sitting lewdly straight up over the young blonde's loins.
She again began grinding her hungry pussy hard down against Nancy's open cunt as the obscenely intoxicated younger woman mewled with shameless pleasure and thrust upward, rotating her hips around and around as if they were on oiled ball bearings.
And as the older woman and the young girl detective rubbed their excited pussies lewdly together, Nancy watched Dale wrestling out of his clothing. He threw his slacks and shirt carelessly on the floor. Then she saw him standing at the side of the bed, his long, rigidly swollen cock swaying out in front of him like an obscene serpent.
"Jesus!" With a guttural sound, Dale crawled onto the bed behind the two excitedly humping females. Nancy gasped heavily as his additional weight was placed on top of her, forming an obscene sandwich with his redheaded wife in the middle. It took only an instant for Nancy to figure out what Dale was doing. She could feel it. He was fucking his wife's grateful young pussy from behind and she was moaning insanely while her face pressed down in the hollow of Nancy's neck. The redhead moaned blissfully, and closed her eyes. "Ohhhhhhhh! Fuck meeeeeee! Dale baby, yesssssss!"
Nancy could feel the detective screwing wildly into his wife from above, could feel his semen-filled balls slap down hard on her own moist pussy flesh nakedly exposed between Rhoda's widespread thighs. With each thrust Dale made into the redhead's eagerly milking cunt, the whole bed rocked violently; Rhoda's little belly rippled wildly against Nancy's while the auburn-haired woman stabbed her tongue deep between the blonde's passionately accepting lips.
Dale shifted his weight and Nancy could feel his lubricant-slick cock slip out of Rhoda's moistly clinging cunt. Then she felt it part her own unresisting pussy mouth!
He was in a position to change from one hotly hungering cunt to another at will, and now he screwed into his young blonde co-worker with an obscene vengeance. His wife's additional weight between them, jiggling like a buffer of resilient foam rubber, tantalizing Nancy's stiff-nippled breasts, increased the licentious effect of his wild, hard fucking. The tight wet heat of Nancy's pussy sucked around his rampaging cock like a voracious vacuum, drawing ardently against his loose foreskin. Now the shamelessly excited blonde felt as though she were past orgasm, that she was too aroused to ever cum!
"Ummmmm," she hummed into Rhoda's passion-swollen lips, wishing this insane drunken night could go on forever ... and forever! She could sense the strange obscene aspects of herself opening like a pornographic prism inside her. Dale fucking her, then slipping his cock into Rhoda's eagerly rocking cunt moments later, was so lewd and immoral, but so exciting!
Behind the redhead's kneeling body, Dale grabbed Rhoda's nakedly trembling buttocks and kneaded the soft globe-like mounds in rough thick fingers. Then, he fucked her some more from the kneeling animal-like position, plunging his ramrod cock home until its turgid head slapped heavily against the cushiony tip of her cervix.
"Ugh! Ooooh God!" Rhoda groaned, raising her passionately straining buttocks for deeper thrusts.
It was savage! Wild! It was just too much! The thought of acting in such a bestial way and of being so sluttish was mind-blowing for young Nancy! Then, Dale's thrusting up into Nancy's own clasping pussy hole-forcing his penis up between her now willingly widespread thighs while the redhead joggled nakedly on top of her undulating body-was enough to drive her to the brink of orgasm."
"Oooooooooooh, I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMING!" she moaned into the feathery softness of Rhoda's long hair trailing across her face.
Like a crack of sizzling lightning, Nancy came, wracked and convulsed by a pleasure so sweet and intense that it turned her body liquid, limp, and with a loud groan she collapsed.
And still, it wasn't over.
Nancy moved to the side of the mattress, enjoying her body tingling at the sight of Dale fucking Rhoda, still from behind. She watched him on top of his wife, with her, slender legs wrapped back around his calves as he slammed into her tight little belly with frenzied pile-driving force.
"Oh, shit ... yes, fuck it, fuck it to meeeee!" Rhoda cried out in wild, abandoned ecstasy. Nancy could see the woman's orgasm coming in the way she slapped her hands down on the mattress and gritted her teeth.
The redhead's eyes tightened and closed, and Nancy felt a sympathetic whirlpool of delight racing through her own ravished pussy mound as she watched the detective's long, blood-engorged shaft pull out to just below its heart-shaped head, then plunge back up inside his wife's convulsing vagina again. Rhoda kicked out her legs on either side of Dale's rigidly muscular torso, grunted, then fell on the mattress with a crooning, high-pitched squeal.
"Aieee, God, I'm cumming! Oh Christ!"
Moments later Dale scrambled up from his satiated wife, and leaped like a wild satyr back onto his young blonde co-worker. "Okay, Nancy ... it's your turn again, baby!" His wickedly impaling hardness slipped easily into her orgasm-drenched pussy. The velvety warmth of her vaginal walls clasped and sucked hotly around him, urging him to fuck her into the bed without thought of mercy or gentleness.
"That's it," Rhoda chanted from beside them. "Yes, fuck the life out of her! Screw her tight little cunt into the mattress!"
Nancy's still throbbing vagina milked into him a hardness and rigidity that Dale had never felt before. Her hips were practically spinning in place as he groaned and lurched adulterously over her. He held the young blonde tight around her back, flattening her large melony breasts against his hairy chest, not even caring if she could breathe.
"Oh God, yes," came her muffled voice. "Don't stop, Dale, I'm cumming again!"
And then he came too!
Like an erupting volcano, his white-hot sperm spewed in viscous streams deep up into her tightening cunt, filling her to the brim of her tenderly sucking vaginal lips, and fountaining more of the burning jets of semen until it felt as though he would burst her open like a cum-filled balloon!
The night became wilder, more abandoned. Between bouts on the mattress, they drank glass after glass of Scotch, then piled onto the bed again, acting as though the Black and White Company had spiked the liquor with aphrodisiac. Half the time they didn't care what they did, and half the time Nancy couldn't tell who was doing what to whom anyway. Finally, she staggered up to the bureau for another drink, then collapsed, feeling the redhead fondling her exhausted young body in a lesbian embrace as she fell asleep.
CHAPTER SIX
After that night at Lance Dulany's, Nancy remained at Safeway Security because she had no other alternative. Luckily she hadn't gotten pregnant from the rape her first night at the shopping mall. But now there were other things of equal concern to her that loomed more important than her job. She'd felt almost as shamed about photographing an adulterous Sally Winthrop as she had about participating in the lewd goings-on at Dale's house after the party. Three weeks later, she read about the Winthrop's divorce proceedings in the Rockdale paper; the caption under a photograph of the attractive socialite had read: Former Blue-Book Deb Involved in "Swinging" Scandal ... Nancy'd known that the photographs she'd taken were to be used in a divorce suit, but seeing the details of that lurid night in newsprint dealt a crushing blow to her conscience.
This wasn't all that persuaded her to leave her job.
Although Rockdale was a large metropolis, there was much about it that resembled a small town. For instance: Nancy's mother was friends with Willamena Jacobs, the gossipy woman living across the street from Nancy. Mrs. Jacobs had observed the young blonde coming in late and had noted that twice she'd appeared under the influence of alcohol. This got back to Mrs. Mullins, who reported what she'd heard to her daughter. By way of veiled threats, she was able to persuade Nancy to quit her job and move back in with her parents.
Submitting her resignation to Bill Flaxman, who'd been rather nice to the young blonde, wasn't easy. The balding older man had inquired about her reasons, obviously wondering if her first night's experience at the shopping mall had something to do with it. After she'd convinced him that she was leaving for strictly personal reasons, she sensed, from a glimmer in his eye, that Bill partially understood something had happened between her and Chief Detective Reilly.
The days following her resignation were dreary ones, although the sparkling autumn weather brightened her mood somewhat. She'd been putting off looking for a new job, but her presence in her parents' house disturbed Mr. Mullins who wanted his daughter to find a new job immediately. So she took a position as a waitress at Poor Richard's Chicken House, a restaurant on the rural outskirts of the city. One night, she spotted Dale and Rhoda Reilly sitting at the swank bar adjoining the restaurant; she didn't know if they saw her as she carried drinks from the bar to her tables, but later that evening her boss, Jim Ackerly, brought her a note written in Dale's masculine scrawl:
Dear Nancy:
Rhoda and I are sorry about how this has turned out. Maybe you'd like to drop by the house for a drink. Anytime that's best for you is fine for us. Keep smiling.
Best, Dale Reilly
She tore the note into tiny shreds, and tossed it into a waste-disposal in the kitchen. Later that night, she saw Dale sitting alone at the bar Rhoda evidently had gone home-and when he slid off his barstool to talk to her, she turned away with her tray of drinks, firmly resolved never to speak to the older detective again.
Despite her decision to make a complete break with her past, there were things the young blonde just couldn't change in herself. Lying in bed of an evening, she was often tempted to touch herself up between her tensely throbbing legs. After her parents lights had gone out, she would begin massaging the straining whiteness of her breasts, trapping the trembling nipples between her fingers, kneading and pulling them until it felt like she would rip them loose from the quivering mounds.
Then suddenly she would drop her hands to her trembling little belly, roaming her fingers down to the softly curling pubic hair up between her firm young thighs. Slowly, she would spread her legs, and watch as the silken blonde hair covering her pussy became apparent in the moonlight. Her aroused little pussy-lips would be pulsating against her fingertips as she drew the narrow pink slit open, exposing her cuntal flesh to the cool night air. Then, she'd drop her head back on the pillow, a feeling of restiveness and insecurity flooding her unsatisfied body. Though she wanted to cum, there were too many "hang-ups", that were holding her back!
And there were other maddening distractions....
While she was waiting on tables, her mind would wander back to that evening at the shopping mall, and to the man named Johnny. Where was he now? She imagined him arriving in some small midwestern town, forcibly seducing other pretty girls who were perhaps as innocent as she had been herself. Had her rapist been aware that it was he who had taken her precious virginity and that his lewd, sadistic penetration of her had drastically changed her life?
During reflective moments such as this, she dreaded facing the customers awaiting her in the restaurant. They glared at the young blonde with appraising eyes, the hunger glimmering in them throwing her into a state of internal frenzy. Then there was Jim Ackerly, her new boss, who seemed always to be following her. In a fit of depression one night because Ackerly had been eyeing her interestedly all evening, Nancy slipped into the dressing room near the kitchen, unaware that the bar owner was tagging behind her. She stood in front of the dressing room mirror, daubing her tear-smeared make-up, when she felt the tall, almost good-looking man breathing on her neck and his arms encircle her waist.
"What you cryin' about?" he said in a drawling Georgia accent.
"I'm sorry, I'm acting like a fool," she excused herself.
"Now, honey, I can make them tears stop ... no need to cry your heart out for nothing," said her boss, thrusting one leg licentiously between her trembling young thighs from behind.
"Please, can't you see I'm-"
Something violently impulsive within herself responded-as though her tears of frustration were transformed into a desire for orgasm, for self-obliteration as Ackerly spun her around in his arms. Nancy hugged her helplessly quivering thighs close to him, as her boss thrust her wildly against a sack of clean linen in a corner of the dressing room, pushing her down into the spilled laundry with uncontrolled abandon. Then, the bar owner was tugging her wispy panties down over her long slender legs to the floor.
She heard him sigh as he undid the belt to his pants, then felt the throbbing head of his cock prodding hot and heavy against her prematurely moistening cunt. She widened her legs, giving him access to her eagerly waiting vagina, mindlessly not caring how it happened and who was doing it, just so long as it was done quickly to fill that yawning void up inside her womb.
He thrust into her rapidly, his long racing cock eliciting surge after surge of pure pleasure in the young waitress's shamelessly turned-on body. He kissed her wetly on the lips, and she responded with immediate passion, darting her tongue like a snake into his mouth.
"Screwwwwwww, fuckkk meeeeeeee!" Nancy crooned into Ackerly's crimsoning face.
She could feel the metal zipper to his fly scraping wantonly against her knees, where his slacks thrashed about his own knees as he rammed violently into her, while his sperm-filled balls played a lewd tattoo on her upturned buttocks. Then suddenly they were both cumming, and she could hear their groans of animal-like abandon filling the tiny room.
Nancy didn't return to the restaurant next evening. She'd worked for less than two weeks at the Chicken House, and then, compelled to move on, found a new job as a clerk in a department store, one of the last remaining in downtown Rockdale. Her mother suspected there'd been some trouble at the restaurant, but when the frail middle-aged lady inquired about Nancy quitting her job, the young blonde's only response was a stone-like silence.
If word was getting around Rockdale about her promiscuity, Nancy hadn't heard of it; but it was no secret to the girl what had happened to her: she'd lost the prudish restraints which had guided her throughout childhood, and with no new morality to replace the old one, she was prey to impulses over which she had no control. She began picking up men indiscriminately, meeting them in the singles bar near the department store and accompanying them to motels or apartments where she and her casual bed-partner would make rapid, impersonal love.
One evening after work, she and a middle-aged Rockdale businessman whom she had been seeing off and on for a few weeks were caught parking by a policeman just as she'd pulled the man's long, throbbingly erect penis from his pants. The trauma of being seen in the act of making love put a scare into the Mullins girl, and for days after the harrowing experience she didn't even think of sex.
When Janice Cooper, an old college friend, called Nancy the week before Thanksgiving, inviting the attractive blonde to a sleep-over party at the Cooper's family farm, Nancy realized that a kind of test for herself was at hand. Despite numerous temptations during the past two weeks, she'd managed to refrain from having sex with anyone, including herself. Janice, a raven-haired beauty, who had been runner-up in the senior prom-queen contest that Nancy had won, told Nancy her former boyfriend Hank would be present at the gathering. Hearing this was like being given a choice between the dungeon and drowning: she couldn't bear the thought of staying home while being seen by Hank after all that had happened this fall, was an equally frightful alternative. Nevertheless, she found herself telling the Cooper girl that she'd go to the party, and she spent the rest of that week before Thanksgiving pouting about it.
She got off work at noon on Wednesday, and when she arrived home, her mother handed her an envelope addressed to her which had been received in the mail that morning. It was from Dale. Nancy slipped into her bedroom, closed the door, and read the letter, the jist of which was that Bill Flaxman had been hospitalized by a heart attack a week ago, and that Dale, now director of the private detective agency, was interested in having her back as an employee. She was surprised by the formal tone of Dale's note. However, Nancy's thoughts, dwelling on the up-coming party, couldn't even summon themselves to consider his generous offer of a raise in salary if she rejoined the agency.
She hadn't seen Janice Cooper since graduation last June. When the darkly attractive brunette pulled her VW bug up to the Mullin's house Wednesday evening, Nancy's nerves were tingling with raw anticipation.
"How's the job going, Nancy?" Janice said, after she'd backed out of the Mullins' driveway and was heading downtown.
"Didn't I tell you?" said the Mullins girl. "I quit. That was at least a month and a half ago."
"Oh no, you didn't," Janice said. "What was the matter?"
"I decided I wasn't exactly suited for being a detective," she said.
Janice laughed. "You only worked for that what was it?-agency for about a month. You sure changed your mind fast."
"It didn't take me long to realize that it's a man's world ... much more than I thought."
"But you knew all along that very few women ... well, that you wouldn't fit in, as if you were just one of the boys."
Nancy threw a sidelong glance at her brunette girlfriend. "No ... I suppose I didn't."
"Some people, girls we knew in school," Janice said, "they've been saying all sorts of dreadful things. But, of course, it's no doubt exaggerated."
"What's exaggerated."
Janice drew in her breath and the bug-like car picked up speed. Nancy saw the needle on the speedometer touch eighty.
"That you've changed," Janice said succinctly, "although you seem the same to me!"
"C'mon, Janice," Nancy said irritably. "How do they say I've changed?"
"Well, Sally Walker, a friend of a friend, told me you'd been seen at the Tip Top Bar, that place where guys go to pick up single women."
"I can't deny I've been there. But that doesn't mean anything...."
"No, I guess it doesn't," Janice said.
Late afternoon shadows raced along the tree-studded cornfields beside them. Janice had turned down a country road, and now small round stones clanked against the front fenders of the car. Abruptly, Janice's farmhouse appeared on the gray horizon with the Wahatchee River unraveling like a rope in the distance. Nancy and Janice spent the last hours of daylight cleaning up the downstairs rooms to the house. There was no electricity, and they lit kerosene lanterns which threw off a romantically flickering light. Hank and Jill Williams, his date for the evening, and two other young men Nancy had known at college were expected later. Nancy thought it was odd that Janice hadn't asked how she felt about seeing her former boyfriend-but then, there was something funny, she thought, about their plans for the entire evening. Perhaps Janice thought inviting Hank and Nancy to the farmhouse would be a way of getting the two back together again. Janice had never been very wild in college, but Nancy noted that the curvaceous brunette's style of dressing had changed-she wore a flashy vinyl mini-skirt, and taking off her sweater, Nancy noted that she wasn't wearing a brassiere beneath her revealing see-through blouse.
Just after eight o'clock, the headlights of a car splashed through the calico curtains to the living room. Ralph Jameson and Sy MacNeil, both former football players at the university, bounded up the creaky front porch, and came in the door, their faces ruddy from the autumn cold.
"Nancy Mullins! Haven't seen you since last June! How's the life as a private eye?" Sy embraced Nancy and then swept past her to greet Janice before the young blonde could answer.
Ralph, whom Nancy had dated occasionally during her junior year, made a blaze in the fireplace, and Sy began busily mixing drinks. Both young men were muscularly built-Ralph, being slightly taller than his companion, though he had an easy-going manner that tended to underplay his size. Nancy could see by the way Sy wrapped his arm possessively around Janice's slender waist that he was the brunette's date for the evening. Nancy, anxiously anticipating Hank's arrival, sat down beside Ralph on the davenport facing the fireplace.
"I guess you feel funny, Hank coming here and all," Ralph said after a moment.
"We're no longer going together, so what difference does it make?" she shrugged.
He gave her fully rounded young breasts an appraising glance, and said: "Yeah, I hadn't thought of that. We can have our own fun. There's no reason to dig up the past."
"I haven't seen Hank in a couple of months," she added, sipping her drink.
"Well, you must be a little uptight," said Ralph, "I mean, you got to be, not having seen him for so long."
A log in the fireplace blazed brightly, the sparks sputtering against the hearth-screen. Nancy peered into the bluish flame and saw the shapes of faces and naked bodies undulating devilishly as the fire consumed itself. "Yes ... we were engaged," she admitted to Ralph, "but my job and his moving away to Leedstown had a lot to do with our breaking up."
"You sure look good, Nancy," Ralph said, as though he hadn't heard what she was saying. "Good enough to eat."
Nancy saw Sy and Janice glance up from where they were talking at a wooden table across the room from the davenport.
"I hope I wasn't rude or anything, I didn't mean to be," Ralph cleared his throat.
"Oh, no, you weren't," Nancy said with an understanding smile.
"I sure feel good about seeing you," he casually dropped his arm behind the davenport so that it rested against her shoulders.
"You're nice, Ralph," she said. Something urged her to reciprocate with a gesture that reassured Ralph she felt the same about him. She remembered the few good times she'd had with the handsome dark-haired boy, and wondered why she hadn't been more serious about him. The answer, of course, was Hank. And now she'd come to Janice's farm with the intention of seeing her former boyfriend and showing him she wasn't pining away like a deserted Cinderella since they'd broken up. She hadn't counted on picking up another man at the same time, but that wild animal-lust that had driven her to have casual encounters with men at the Tip Top Bar seemed to be playing havoc with her common sense again.
She and Ralph had two more drinks before Janice, deciding that Hank and his date weren't arriving tonight, called her three friends to dinner. They roasted hot dogs and warmed pork and beans over an embering fire.
After finishing, Ralph and Nancy took a walk along the river.
"My God, it's beautiful," she said; the stars were flung prodigiously across the sky and the evening's breeze acted as a stimulant on the senses.
Suddenly, Ralph drew her close to him and pressed his lips wetly to hers.
"N-No. Let's go back, Ralph," she said, pulling away from him.
"What for?" he asked, almost dumbly.
"I just want to."
"Christ almighty, I can't figure you out," said the college football player.
"I want you to make love to me, but not here, at the house," she said, not able to control her desire to be physically ravished by this old friend.
"Well, I mean ... are you sure?" He was astonished by her suddenly aggressive tone.
She again let him kiss her, and it felt like thousands of little sparks were erupting in her young loins. "Now, you know I'm sure," she said, playing her hands down his big chest till they rested on his stomach, just above his slacks.
When they got back to the house, they found Sy, unaccoustomedly wearing Janice's apron. He was finishing the dishes at the sink in the kitchen.
"Look, Sy," Ralph whispered to his friend, "something's come up...."
"Don't look at me," said Ralph's red-haired teammate. "Janice and I had an argument, and she went to bed."
"You don't understand," Ralph gesticulated nervously, "I got a scene here with Nancy. You sure Hank won't be by tonight?"
"I doubt it. And if he is, who gives a crap? Nancy's not going with him anymore." Sy shrugged and accompanied his friend into the living room.
Nancy was standing at the door to the downstairs bedroom, her big blue eyes misty with lewd anticipatory exhilaration. She saw the two youths standing in the light from the fireplace, and suddenly she knew she wanted both of them ... at the same time! Her former boyfriend hadn't arrived tonight, and the disappointment she felt was reason enough for giving way to her orgiastic desires. "C'mon, boys ... I'm waiting...." she said, her voice attenuated by an unholy silence that seemed to rush through the room.
"Could she mean...." Sy grinned at Ralph, then looked back at her. "Nancy, you interested in both of us? Well, if Ralph doesn't mind sharing his date."
Ralph didn't say anything, he looked too surprised, so Nancy spoke up. "I don't think he'd mind."
"You think you can handle the two of us?" Sy moved hurriedly into the bedroom with Ralph following.
"I suppose so," Nancy gulped. She was the one who had brought up the wild idea, she realized, but it still seemed incredible!
"What do you really think, Ralph?" Sy turned to his friend. "You mind me messing around on your turf?"
"Nah ... no hang-ups whatsoever," Ralph said excitedly.
Sy sat down on the bed, leering anxiously at Nancy, while Ralph leaned against the bureau. Nancy guessed this sort of thing went on a lot ... she'd suggested it herself, after all ... but she still didn't know quite how to get it started. She smiled back at the two men from the center of the carpet, curious about what it would be like but also filled with a strange dread that the party might get unmanageable.
"You like taking off your clothes in front of strange men?" Sy's voice broke the momentary quiet.
"I don't know," Nancy teased. "I never did it before."
"Girls say they always get a weird kick out of it. Sort of like being on stage for the first time," Sy laughed. "Butterflies in the stomach, the whole thing."
"I wouldn't know," Nancy said, determined to keep up her nerve."
"Well, let's have a ball," Sy said, rubbing his palms together. "Nancy, honey. Take off your clothes ... ladies first."
At first, Nancy's hands trembled slightly as she began unbuttoning her tight sweater. She'd suggested this thing so quickly, before really considering what she was getting herself into, she thought as she dropped the clinging wool garment onto the carpet. Then she regained some of her poise. A wicked chill raced over her almost naked upper body as she stood before the two ex-football players with her lushly formed young breasts swelling voluptuously out from her skimpy white brassiere.
"Now the skirt," Ralph said, his enthusiasm mounting.
Quickly, Nancy unzipped her miniskirt and slipped it down her legs. The awareness that two men were watching her disrobe sent an extra charge racing through her half-naked body. She turned her back to them and bent over to pick up her skirt from the carpet, sensing their burning glances as her rounded buttocks came into view. Her white bikini panties slipped teasingly between the rounded cheeks of her buttocks and remained indented in the crevice as she straightened up again and tossed her skirt on a chair.
Behind her, she heard Ralph's breath quickening in harmony with Sy's, and she felt doubly excited by their anxiousness to see her naked. Nancy turned, feeling totally wanton and whorish, and definitely liking the feeling somewhere deep down inside. Reaching behind she unsnapped her brassiere and exposed her pink-nippled breasts to their avid gaze, suddenly more excited than she'd ever been before. She could almost see the last of her modesty and reluctance slipping from her as the two young men gaped hungrily at her nipples rising in responsive hardness.
With a slow teasing smile, she hooked her thumbs in her elastic panty waistband. Then she rolled the flimsy material inch by inch down over her full-fleshed thighs and long tapering legs to the floor. Standing before them now, completely naked, another exotic thrill charged through her as their hungry eyes devoured her curvaceous young body for a long moment.
"Hey, let's get out of these clothes," Ralph started up from the bureau and began undressing, with Sy quickly following suit. By the time Nancy had picked up her panties and tossed them on the chair, her two former college classmates were standing before her equally as naked as she. Her eyes raced over their virile young bodies-Ralph so rugged and tall, Sy shorter but more muscular. Their fully erect penises speared out directly at her, sensing her, like two snakes about to strike! Suddenly, she knew she was going to enjoy this evening ... more than anything in the world!
"Now ... into the sack," Sy laughingly suggested. "I don't think it'll be too crowded."
Nancy swayed provocatively toward the bed, Ralph following closely behind her. Then the aroused young blonde was dropping onto the mattress between Sy and Ralph. She felt the soft bedspread brush against her girlish buttocks as she propped herself up against a pillow and looked down. Their cocks were stone-hard and straining against her naked thighs on each side as the lewd tension in the air increased! On either side their penises jerked against her thighs, and the lustful tingling throughout her whole naked body blazed down into her pussy where it centered with maddening intensity.
"Reach down and hold our cocks." Sy's brown eyes narrowed, and Nancy's hands moved quickly to do what he had commanded. Their two rods of desire-hardened male flesh lurched out and her hands curled automatically around each one, embracing a stiffly pulsating cock-shaft in each palm.
She worked the two blood-engorged penises gently between her clasping fingers for several minutes, sliding their loose foreskins up and down over the blunt bulbous heads until clear lubricant appeared, oozing from the tiny slits in the centers. Oh, this was so obscene! Sy's hand moved upward to Cup her ripely heaving young breasts, while Ralph, on her other side, pulled her legs wide apart and splayed one hand over her nakedly seeping pussy.-"Oooooooh, that feels so goooooooood," Nancy gasped. She felt so high ... so good ... so hot! Suddenly, she was riding high on sheer lewd excitement.
"Oh!" she whimpered in lascivious delight as four lust-inspired hands coursed at will over her wildly hungering young flesh. The voluptuous blonde girl was forced back down on the bed between the boys, her arms loose at her sides, her body trembling from the wicked sensations running through her unprotected flesh. Ralph's lengthy blood-engorged cock rubbed warmly against her thigh, trailing wet premature ejaculate in his excitement, and increasing the wanton feeling a hundredfold. Then Sy's mouth clamped down hard on her lips, his tongue splurging into her open mouth. Nancy began undulating wantonly with the hard pressure of the two ex-football players rocking insistently against her.
The young girl gave their hotly throbbing cocks each an extra tight little squeeze. She swallowed hard as Ralph and Sy continued to roam their hands with greater urgency over her softly quivering curves, their eyes and bodies straining closer and closer to her proffered nakedness with each passing second. Her hands too moved faster and faster now over their massively jerking rods of flesh sliding in and out of her tight-clasping fingers.
Nancy felt a rising passion beginning deep in her gently fluttering belly. Her obscene wantonness and the impending ravishment of her young body sent tiny strange ripples dancing through her lust-inflamed nerves. Just thinking about two men going to fuck her made hot shivers of forbidden delight pulse through her tingling pussy, and warm cuntal moisture come gushing rapidly down between her parted legs.
"You ready now?" Sy asked hotly. "I can't wait much longer."
"You go on and do it to her first," Ralph's voice cracked. "It just might warm her up for some real fucking when I get to her."
"There's nothing I'd like better," his shorter stockier friend said, studying the young blonde's provocatively swaying form spread out between them on the bed. He sat up beside her, letting his eyes play momentarily over her lushly rounded breasts on down to her sparse blonde pussy hair nestled in a soft triangle between her thighs. He ran one finger greedily upward from Nancy's delicately shaped ankle, and she responsively drew up her leg.
The passionate girl's eyes flickered admiringly over his muscular form as he crawled up over her naked body. Edging up between her lewdly parting thighs, he knelt with his long slender cock jutting like a flag pole straight out from his hair-covered loins.
"Oh, yes, yes, do it to me!" Nancy groaned as he hovered over her.
"Now don't take all night," Ralph said impatiently. "I'm about to shoot my wad just watching you."
The red-haired man's hands circled around Nancy's girlishly narrow waist as he pivoted himself closer up between her lewdly widespread thighs. Nancy scissored out her long shapely legs in obscene encouragement, anxious to feel his long hard cock up deep in her pulsating pussy. Then she realized her old friend had something else in mind! He gripped her flaring hips until he'd wedged himself up to a sitting position on her stomach, his pulsating cock wagging lewdly just below her breasts and his velvety soft balls resting on her belly.
Nancy lifted up her head from the pillow, thinking Sy was going to plunge his rigidly erect penis into her mouth. "Oh, God, yes, yes!" she moaned, her glance falling thirstily on his cock extending its lust-hardened head just below her melon-round breasts.
"It's been a long time since I fucked a woman between the tits," Sy said, a hungry leer flickering over his angular face.
Nancy lowered her eyes in momentary confusion as a tiny drop of clear male pre-cum seeped wetly from the small slit at the end of his cock. She felt him readjust his weight on her belly, shifting his muscle-hard buttocks closer to her nakedly heaving breasts. He wasn't going to put it in her mouth, he was going to fuck her between her breasts! God, she thought, it would be even more obscene and depraved, even more thrilling!
"Oooooooooh," she moaned as Sy placed his hands on her firmly rounded breasts and drew them close together. At the same time, he thrust his long penis into the deep valley between their tantalizing fullness. He cupped his hands harder around her sensually soft breasts and pushed them even closer together until only his blunt blood-heavy cock-head appeared at the top.
"God, yessssss!" the pinioned young blonde gasped as she watched his massively beating penis slithering up and down between her breasts, the tiny opening at the end winking at her eye-like and straining almost to her chin! "Oh, Lord, yes, fuck my breasts!" she could feel his hot stalk of flesh pulsing licentiously against her sensitive young flesh and an uncontrolled responsive warmth shot through her trembling breasts and down to the center of her neglected pussy below.
"That's it, Sy, get her good and hot," he heard Ralph's excited voice from somewhere beside them.
The ex-football player's hands massaged the large succulent softness of her breasts, tweaking her erect little nipples into diamond-chip hardness. And as he squeezed the lewdly stiffening little buds between his thumbs and forefingers, a throbbing sensation seared through her hotly quivering belly.
"Oh, yes, do that to me! Pinch my breasts!" she moaned, beginning to strain with the sensuality surging through her helpless young body.
Sy's long hard penis stiffened into even greater rigidity when he felt her start writhing beneath him on the bed. Her lewdly uplifting movements enveloped his blood-engorged penis even deeper between her voluptuously formed breasts, and he thrust it back and forth feverishly, increasing the speed while his mind reeled with overpowering excitement. Nothing else mattered but sinking his passion-knotted hardness up between her warm enclosing breasts ... he didn't hear Ralph urging him on, or his own animal-like groans as he kneaded her resiliently oozing breasts with hands he no longer controlled.
"Shit," he sighed, looking down to see the tight wedges of Nancy's breast-flesh protruding in milk-white bloodless ridges between his mauling fingers. His head dropped to one berry-like nipple and he began sucking hungrily on it.
Nancy gasped, feeling his warm breath flowing over her straining chest and arms. His hands were forcing her breasts over his thickly poking cock until it completely disappeared!
"Shit, I've never seen anyone get it between the tits like that," Ralph admitted from beside them. "I'm not waiting any longer."
There was suddenly another movement around Nancy's head and Ralph's hairy abdomen brushed against her cheek as he maneuvered his penis up to her face. Then his fully erect cock pressed against her chin, and he lifted her head with one hand as he guided his passion-inflated member toward the young blonde's wetly parted lips.
"Oh, yesssss, let me suck your cock ... while Sy fucks ... my breasts!" she gasped.
She kept her eyes open in delight as his satin-smooth cock-head brushed against her willingly ovaled lips. She wanted to do it. And the fact that above her, between the closely-held mounds of her breasts, his friend was eagerly fucking back and forth, made it just that more wicked and exciting!
Nancy opened her mouth and her lips rounded over Ralph's hotly jutting maleness. Slowly, experimentally at first, she ran her tongue over the throbbing head. Then she began to swirl it in tiny licking circles, feeling the shock of what she was doing ripple through his desire-tensed body. Teasingly, she inserted her tongue-tip into the narrow wet slit at the top, tasting his warm, impatiently oozing seminal fluid, and loving it.
Ralph's hotly pounding cock, sliding up into the warm wet suction created by the young blonde's mouth, made a lewd whooshing sound as it entered and exited. Moving her head sideways, Nancy lowered her mouth down on his rigid penis, all the way until the blond-haired man could see nothing but a small white bit at the base protruding from her stretched pink lips surrounding it. Nancy began a slow back and forth movement with her cheeks convulsing and expanding as she worked her way far up Ralph's burgeoning cock until just the bulbous head was left inside her warmly enclosing mouth, then, with a loud sucking noise, moved her face back down on him, impaling her mouth completely with each long smooth stroke.
It was all too much for Sy. Above her breasts, his slow pelvic rocking built quickly into a lewd crescendo of crazy fucking. Nancy began bucking her naked hips back and forth, almost uncontrollably in time to his wildly skewering movements between her hand-held breasts.
Beneath his twisting hips, she could feel his sperm-filled testicles slapping harshly against her undulating belly. He was fucking into the long hollow between her lush moon-like mounds faster, faster, faster now. Sweat poured down his arms into his tightly clasping palms, moistening the deep valley between her breasts ... and then ... then he was there! He was cumming!
"Christ, I'm blowing it between her tits!" Sy gasped to his friend.
The football player's crazily jerking cock shot its white-hot streams in violent spurts up the tunnel of Nancy's full heaving breasts like a geyser exploding between two soft hillocks. His pent-up sperm splashed obscenely against the groaning blonde's chin, and rivuleted in oozing white pools on her straining neck and Adam's apple, flowing back over her shoulders and down onto the mattress.
"Damn, if it isn't the girl detective," a new voice full of irony grunted, but none of the three seemed to hear it.
Hank Jones, standing on the threshhold to the bedroom, gaped down incredulously at the lewd trio. He'd wondered what his ex-fiancee had been doing lately, and this pretty much explained it. Christ! She was fucking both those buys at once! Still, Nancy Mullins! His old hung-up girlfriend!
Thankfully, his date for the evening was making drinks in the kitchen. He closed the bedroom door behind him, a strange mounting desire shooting like quicksilver through his loins at the sight of his ex-girlfriend sandwiched between the two young men. There was nothing he wanted to do more than join in! A sadistic thrill coursed through his lower body, and great swirls of lustful heat pulsed through his swelling penis until he could contain himself no longer.
"Long time no see!" he chuckled lewdly as he came up to the bed.
Nancy heard the voice and sensed a movement beside the bed. Peering down to the foot, she saw her ex-boyfriend's husky form coming at them, and an embarrassed flush came over her. Of all the people she didn't want to have know about her depraved behavior, there he was! It was Hank who'd always implied this would happen to her if she took the detective job. Now her little act of self-assurance was done for! Her already-besmeared reputation would be in ruins by tomorrow for Hank would certainly let the word get around to his friends, and then it would spread like wildfire. But with a masochistic thrill she decided she just didn't care!
Hank's muscles rippled as he tore off his clothing and crawled up on the bed. It wasn't hard for Nancy to see that he wanted to hurt and humiliate her.
"Roll her over. I want a go at her sweet little ass," Hank said hoarsely as he crawled up from the foot of the bed, taking Sy's position above her suddenly tense body. He stared excitedly down at Nancy's mouth still working up and down on Ralph's pistoning cock-flesh.
There was a moment of silence before Ralph, satisfied with the way thing were going, looked up at Hank. He grunted back in a dazed voice: "Just a minute ... I'll cum ... then you can fuck her."
"No, I want to do it right now, up the back."
"What? Hank are you crazy?"
"Just let me roll her over. She can keep on sucking you off."
"Uuuuh," the football player drawled. "Uhhhh, okay. She sucks me off ... while you screw her from behind."
Nancy was so stunned by her old boyfriend's arrival that she didn't pay attention at first to what the men were saying. Then their meaning struck through her lust-dimmed consciousness with full force. It couldn't be true! She had tried to please the two football players with every lewd trick she'd learned during this debauched autumn, but they weren't defending her against Hank. It was inhuman to have Hank's long thick cock ramming into her rectum while she had to keep sucking on Ralph's choking penis at the same time!
Hank had already rolled her over on her knees and shoved her face back down over Ralph's stiffly upstanding cock. She clenched her legs and buttocks tightly together in a frightened reaction. Then, Hank's strong fingers sank into her softly curving ass-cheeks and drew apart the milk-white mounds. Nancy tried to keep them clenched together but wasn't able to as he applied his brute-like strength. Her legs fell open, and she shivered as cool air coursed over her nakedly exposed nether crevice.
Nancy could hear Hank suck in his breath as the tiny puckered ring of her anus was exposed to full view! She flexed tightly at the inner sinews of her rectum in a desperate effort to protect the vulnerable spot and prevent the cruel penetration she knew was coming. Her whole body stiffened in fear as Hank's outstretched middle finger probed angrily at her rubbery anal ring. Then he plunged roughly forward, sinking his finger up into her protesting rectum as far as the first knuckle.
"Aaaaagggg!" she groaned as a sharp, searing pain shot through her. "No, Hank! No! Stop!"
But her vengeful ex-boyfriend didn't stop there-without giving her a moment to adjust to the strange unnatural presence in her anal passage, he shoved his finger steadily deeper as far as the second knuckle. The obscenely skewered blonde closed her eyes to ward off the pain, feeling his fingernail catch in the soft flesh lining her tightly resisting rectum. She groaned and slithered onto her elbows over Ralph's turgid penis imbedded in her mouth; there was no way to escape!
"Oh, no! Please don't! Hank, you're hurting me!" she gurgled around the football player's penis moving in and out between her lips.
She wished Sy would help her, but there was no response from the red-haired man who'd moved up to the side of the bed. His cock had hardened again, and she could feel it rubbing lasciviously against her naked thigh. Tears of shame and humiliation streamed down her cheeks as she fully realized she had lost control of the situation and was prey to these three men's unrestrained desires.
Hank was going to screw her mercilessly in the anus; she knew it. He was so intensely involved in that effort that her pained protests and unwillingness meant nothing to him.
Finally beaten, the sobbings blonde let her buttocks go limp to be used as Hank wished, steeling herself mentally to endure the pain.
Suddenly, her former boyfriend pulled his finger out of her rectum, and Nancy sighed with momentary relief, allowing Hank to force her legs vulnerably wide with his knees. She flushed deeply as she imagined the leering expressions on the three men's faces while they peered at her naked little anus that Hank would violate in the next few minutes.
Then she jerked when he leaned forward to drop spittle from his lips onto her little rectal opening to moisten it and lubricate his entry.
"Oh!" she moaned around Ralph's penis plunging excitedly into her mouth, she could tell he was ready to cum any second.
As Hank knelt up behind her, he placed his hands on her fearfully shaking ass-cheeks and once again drew them firmly apart. The full, blood-hardened length of his cock slid searchingly up and down her warm nether crevice, teasing her obscenely as it grew and expanded to even greater size from the lewd contact. He levered himself up on his arms and pressed slightly forward with his hips for a moment, directing his rock-hard penis straight at the tightly clenched orifice of her rectum!
"Aaahhhhh!" Nancy gasped from the first hard pressure between her wide-held buttocks.
It was so huge! She could never take his massive rod of flesh in her rectum without being ripped in half! But before the fearfully trembling young girl could jerk her hips away, Hank's hands dug into her hips, pressing them down hard and flat against the responding mattress. She could feel his muscularly rippling thighs pressing closer as the lewd probe of his heatedly searching cock at her clenched anus increased.
Searing pain shot through her tight little belly as her vainly resisting rectum gave way before the unyielding pressure of his cock. "Ugggg! Lord!" she gurgled as the throbbing blood-filled head popped up inside.
It was too big ... it was just too much!
The cruel unnatural intrusion brought great waves of pain vibrating through Nancy's helplessly kneeling body. She groaned in anguish as he thrust mercilessly onward, filling her virginal rectum with his expanding hardness. The young blonde seemed to be in an eternity of excruciating agony, and her eyes widened as his pressuring penis increased the torture till she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily against her lewdly impaled buttocks. The giant rod of flesh was buried to the hilt in her aching rectum!
Ralph was muttering incoherently above the nakedly engaged couple. "Christ ... I'm going to cum ... any second ... just watching you guys!"
And then, as though in response, Hank began fucking into his cheating girlfriend's straining rectum, thrusting up with long, hard lunges that threatened to tear her young body apart. Falling into a rapid pace, he caused her helpless form to vibrate beneath him as though she were a shaking rag doll. She tried to tear herself from between the two men, but her muffled groans and whimpers merely incited them to plunge into her mouth and rectum with still more brutal force.
And then something Nancy had never expected began to happen!
She had sunk into a dazed state and discovered, in her relaxation, that it didn't hurt as much when she didn't try to fight, and that the pain was slowly decreasing. And then, as she grew aware that there would be no pain, she actually began to enjoy it! It was a strange whorish joy brought on by the thought of being used abusively by two virile men at once.
Gyrating her hips slightly and finding that the motion didn't hurt, the obscenely skewered young woman began undulating her ass-cheeks, slowly at first, then with greater force as she gained confidence. A lewd thrill coursed through her helplessly skewered body! She lurched uncontrollably backward to meet the rigid upthrust of Hank's long thick cock plunging into her wide-split anus, and her buttocks began to move in slow, seductive circles beneath his sodomizing penis.
"That's it, honey ... move your ass like that!" Hank gasped from behind her. "It's great!"
"Me toooo," her words were cut off by the heels of Ralph's hands suddenly digging into her sucking cheeks to press her mouth tighter about his aching cock.
"I got to cum," the blond football player groaned, pulling her face downward till his blunt, bulbous cock-head brushed against the back of her throat.
More aroused than ever, Nancy began urgently working her lips in a tight, gripping circle just over his lust-swollen hardness, and felt it about to explode in her throat. Cock! Prick! His penis tasted deliciously tangy and pungent, and she could feel the throbbing pulsations that meant he was about to pump out his warm thick cum into her fervidly sucking mouth at any moment.
His hands pressed harder against her cheeks, pulling her lips apart to get his cock even deeper into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm," she mewled. Oh God.' He was going to cum in her mouth, spewing all his boiling sperm into her with hard-shooting bursts that she would have to swallow to keep from choking.
Hank, excited by the sight of the football player's cock buried in Nancy's mouth, began to increase his own mighty thrusts up into her tightly clasping rectum. He lunged into her with deep desperate strokes while Sy watched from the side of the bed. Both their eyes focused on Ralph's lust-reddened penis straining Nancy's pink sensuous lips to their limit.
To their lust-glazed eyes, the thickly pummeling cock seemed to disappear into a strange lengthened fusion with their blonde ex-classmate's face. Ralph sank his penis into her wetly drawing mouth until his coarse fair pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose. He lifted up his hips, and his balls danced crazily beneath, slapping in lewd cadence against the ex-career girl's chin in unison with his hard upward thrusts.
Then suddenly, as they watched, the husky athlete jerked his penis from Nancy's sucking lips and held himself rigid about two inches away as, with an agonized yelp, he began lewdly spewing his hot, thick cum into her greedily gulping mouth in an obscene geyser spray.
"Jesus," Ralph gasped as the jetting spurts streamed from his ejaculating cock-head like milk from a cow, filling her wide open mouth to the brim.
The young blonde swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a single drop of the hot, male fluid. Her Adam's apple bobbed up and down to keep up with his jerking penis crazily jettisoning his clear, white sperm up into her face. Ralph's cock continued to squirt out its last remaining spurts of semen and her mouth overflowed. Thin trails of his pearl-colored liquid ran out from her lips and over her rapidly working throat that continued swallowing and gulping down the seemingly unending reservoir.
"Aaaaggghh! Aaaagghhh! Fuck ... SCREW ME! YOU BASTARD!" Nancy groaned at the lurid mental picture of the handsome football player obscenely shooting his sperm into her mouth while Hank fucked her rectum.
She was cumming now, too, and wildly writhed out her release on the expanding cock cramming into her from behind. "Yeeeoowww!" She was going out of her mind! The thought of her former boyfriend spewing his engulfing white semen into her helplessly receiving rectum was too much!
Hank felt her anal passage flowering open around his aching member, sucking him deeper and deeper into the moist dark depths between her writhing ass-cheeks.
"Fuck her hard," Sy hissed from beside them.
"I ... AM!" Hank grunted responsively.
He thrust faster, digging deep, deep up inside her, feeling the ecstatically aroused girl spasm beneath him several times. Her frantically heaving pelvis worked and sucked at his cock embedded up inside as though trying to milk him dry.
Nancy's breath came in short desperate gasps as she felt him plunge deep inside her again, the searing jets of his suddenly exploding penis splashing up heatedly into her passion-convulsed belly. His orgasmic juices unloaded deep inside her quivering belly in a hot, wet whirlpool of, abandoned lust that Nancy had never known could exist.
Her drained and exhausted body gave way abruptly, and her limbs fell out obscenely to the side on the semen and sweat-soaked mattress. The satiated blonde lay still with her ex-fiance's naked body splayed out over her own.
Her heart pounded as though it would burst. For several moments, she panted deeply to get her breath, hardly aware of the two other girls who had come to join the party and were now scattered around the bed quickly undressing.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Nancy didn't admit it to herself, but in some ways, she was happier than she'd ever been in her life. Joining the agency again, under Dale's direction, at first had seemed like a dreadful compromise; then, after she'd been given her new assignment, she swiftly forgot how angry she'd previously been with Reilly. In some ways, the night at Janice's farm had forced her to make up her mind about going back to Safeway Security. Realizing that Hank had never really cared about her, and that to him she was nothing more than a prostitute, gave her a strange courage she'd never had before.
During the first week at the agency-it was nearly December-she'd returned to her filing job. Then, on a wintery afternoon with a gently sifting snow falling from a marshmallow sky, Dale had asked if she'd like to go on an assignment again. This time, she'd be taking more risks than before ... instead of photographing clients' wives or husbands' adultery, she'd act as a femme fatale, seducing the husbands of wives who had employed Safeway to find incriminating evidence in divorce suits.
Nancy'd balked initially at Dale's request. What kind of a woman did he think she was? But then, on reflection, the idea interested her. After all, she'd gone this far ... why not go the whole route? she decided, with an excited little shudder, and experience complete sexual liberation? Once she'd have thought that doing such a thing was a rejection of her ethical values, but now, her old restraints destroyed, she felt free to do anything she wished.
In mid-December she was assigned to meet an executive of an important regional corporation. In a sense, Dale told her, she'd be acting as a call girl. Cameras were placed at strategic points throughout the hotel room where the assignation would take place and were set with timers that went off at regular intervals so that any activity taking place on the king-sized bed could be recorded. Looking at the pictures after the evening was over, the young blonde couldn't help feel a narcissistic satisfaction with herself. One was a picture of Nancy sucking the man's long, full, erect penis; then there was a photograph of him licking her moistly glistening vagina while she held the executive's head between her splayed open thighs.
Christmas Eve, she went out with another prominent businessman from the Rockdale area. Dale photographed them petting in the man's car outside the Green Dolphin Inn, and the picture was used in a divorce suit coming up in late January. There were several other assignments for Nancy in cities outside the state that she covered with a professionalism she'd never thought herself capable of ... and Dale was extremely satisfied with her.
Like so many people before her, Nancy had learned bitterly that there's no going back, that you can only go forward, regardless of what's ahead. She left her parents' house and took another apartment-a duplex near Collier Heights, a step up the social ladder, she thought-and for a while she was very happy. Then the drab routine of a nine-to-five job, even if it was an excitingly different one, began to get to her. Her pretty face had become too well known at the "swinging" parties around Rockdale, and word got out that she was associated with the agency. Dale had been able to put her on a security job at a new apartment complex in suburban Rockdale, and after ten days at the new assignment she again quit her job-this time for good-and decided to move to New York.
She pulled her battered blue suitcase from the closet and began stuffing in clothes.
And why not, she thought, tossing her micro-skirt away for good. She'd never seen New York, and there wasn't any law against fresh starts.
And suddenly for the first time since she'd been a teenager, Nancy was excited ... not just excited, but jumping up and down excited, for that spot in life she'd been looking for maybe wasn't in front of her yet, but maybe it was a lot closer, and there was always another opportunity.
