As this gripping, realistic novel clearly illustrates, the criminal mentality is not confined to one social stratum, sexual group or, most particularly not to any special age. Anti-social inclinations can be encountered in the youngest of children, according to psychologists' findings, and when discovered at a sufficiently early age, can often be treated with therapy and counseling. However, if not corrected, the fundamentally delinquent mind will become more difficult to understand, and probably unrecoverable by the time it has matured to the teenage years. "Difficult" children, aware of their unacceptability in social life, become withdrawn and/or aggressive. Their actions grow more and more outrageous until their very conception of their own existence centers around the need to shock and to cause distress.
The trail of chaos and heartache that can follow in the wake of such a youngster is graphically portrayed in Elizabeth Watson's newest novel, The School Photographer. The boy, Julian Werner, though merely trying to understand in his pathetically twisted way the complexities of the world around him, acts as a catalyst in the moral and emotional near-destruction of a woman who has come to his small town to photograph school students. The woman, Laurel Kent, is a prime candidate for disaster, a thirty-one year old beauty, newly divorced and painfully lonely. Her first mistake is a fatal one. In an agony of physical and emotional need, she wantonly seduces Julian's best friend, Jonathan Everett. When the bewildered Jonathan appeals to his friend for wisdom about women, Julian gleefully sets about exploiting Laurel's vulnerability for his and Jonathan's pleasure. By the time an interested stranger, incidently an executive at the boys' school, steps into the situation, she is very nearly a broken woman. It is only through the most traumatic experience of them all, administered by this seemingly friendly older man, that she begins to find a hopeful perspective on her new freedom, and perhaps a chance to find love again.
We, The Publishers, are indeed delighted to present our readers with this exciting and often enlightening new novel. Authoress, Elizabeth Watson's storytelling prowess is well-known to our public and, in this novel, she has not failed to offer a tale full of meaning and passion for any reader who is daring enough to absorb its real and occasionally horrifying comments on the human situation. Graphically related, with no details spared, The School Photographer may well be a book to be passed down to future generations as evidence and proof that answers can be found, even in troubled times, if only one dares to face reality honestly and without fear.
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CHAPTER ONE
In the fading blue of the spring twilight, Laurel Kent could see the flashing neon of the motel sign as her car rounded the bend in the two-lane highway leading out of Sullivanville. The dense woodlands that skirted the town were almost black now against the sky and she kept her sight on the pink letter that spelled "Welcome Inn" as she drove the remaining quarter mile to the motel parking lot. Behind her, in the trunk of her Chevrolet, she could hear the metallic sound of a loose film can rattling against her camera equipment as the car bounced over the roughly surfaced road.
Home, sweet home again, the thirty-one year old blonde mused with a little ironic smile as she turned the steering wheel and guided her car into the parking lot before the sprawling modern brick structure. Well, it was home for a week anyway, she amended the thought. And then she would have to drive off to another motel and another... she turned off the ignition and sat quietly in the driver's seat for a moment, shaking her head at her own self-pity. She hated feeling sorry for herself, and it was especially pointless when she had taken this job expressly to forget her problems, to travel, to meet new people... to forget.
Laurel felt her eyes begin to burn and, pressing her full curving lips into a hard line, she resolutely blinked back the hot tears that were suddenly threatening to spill down her cheeks. You've had a long day at the elementary school, she told herself firmly, you are just tired. So don't cry now. She didn't want the tears to come anymore. It always left her with a headache and, besides, in the last few months, she had shed enough tears for the rest of her life.
Squaring her shoulders as though to convince herself of her own determination, the lovely blonde unlatched the car door and slid out of the seat with her purse in her hand. As the scent and warmth of the night air surrounded her, she could feel herself relaxing again. Her mouth curved into its natural easy-going smile as she locked the car door. In the woods, the frogs were calling, the birds singing their evening songs and she was again certain that she was going to be all right again some day.
Some day she might be able to forget Russell and their marriage, and the disastrous party that ended it all. She might even forget that ugly, humiliating divorce, when the man she had once loved had somehow proven that she was as guilty as himself of the filthy "swapping games" that finally separated them.
There might even come a day when she would be able to risk falling in love again. Why not? She thought as she flipped a lock of her golden hair away from her cheek. If a spring came to the world every year, surely she would have another spring in her own time.
Breathing deeply of the fragrance of the lilacs that bordered the entry of the motel lobby, she strode toward the lighted doorway. As she entered the building, Laurel was already mentally reviewing the menu of the motel restaurant. She was considering treating herself to something really nice this evening, maybe a big steak. After all, she had finished taking photographs of all the elementary school students in Sullivanville today. Tomorrow and Friday would be the senior high school, and then on to the next town on the schedule. But today was the week's halfway mark anyway. A steak and a nice bottle of wine would do wonders for her morale.
"Excuse me, but are you Mrs. Laurel Kent?"
Startled out of her reverie by the deep masculine voice. Laurel turned and stared inquiringly at the slim, fair-haired man who sat on one of the sofas in the lobby. The last few months of travel had taught the curvaceous woman to be distrustful of strange men and now she nodded curtly. "Yes, I'm Mrs. Kent. Do I know you?"
Despite her cool tone of voice, the good-looking man smiled amiably as he rose from the sofa and held out his hand to her. "I'm Steve Merrill, the vice-principal of the high school," he introduced himself. "I thought it might be a little easier for you to get organized tomorrow if I discussed it with you tonight. I guessed it might get pretty hectic trying to photograph five-hundred students in two days."
Laurel's suspicions faded immediately in the face of his warm, friendly grin and she happily shook his hand. In the three months since she had taken the job of traveling photographer for a company which contracted to do "student portraits", no school officer had bothered to welcome her into a new town, much less discuss the arrangements before she actually arrived at the school. Now, she felt almost overwhelmed by the handsome stranger's unexpected thoughtfulness.
"That's terribly kind of you, Mr. Merrill," she said hesitantly, not quite certain of how she should behave in the unanticipated situation. The photography company had given her a long list of rules, designed to protect their image in whatever community she was visiting, but she had never been told a word about how to handle a helpful vice-principal... especially not one as tall and handsome as this one!
"Why don't you just call me Steve?" he laughed down at her. "I'm Mr. Merrill all day and I could use a break. And a drink. Would you join me?"
Laurel could not help the flustered expression she knew must be on her face. God, how long had it been since she'd been alone with a man, much less over a drink? Since the divorce, she'd been very careful to steer clear of any contact with the opposite sex, afraid that unhealed wounds might be opened again by too much intimacy. Still, this man was so charming and kind what harm could it do?
She nodded slowly. "Thank you, that would be lovely," she agreed cautiously. "But just one..."
"Fine," he smiled, taking her arm to lead her into the lounge. Chuckling he added, "Just one drink it is. I know you traveling girls have to watch out for wayward vice-principals, but you can relax with me. I'm single."
"That's two of us," Laurel said with what she hoped was the right degree of nonchalance. It was the first time she had ever said such a thing since she married Russell almost six years ago and the thought shocked her. Single at the age of thirty-one! Would Steve Merrill think something was wrong with her. Nervously, she went on, "I mean, I'm divorced now."
In the dim light of the cocktail lounge, the pretty blonde could not really see her companion's face but she thought he smiled as he replied, "Ah, there's an unfortunate man in your past. He's probably pining away with misery now."
"I doubt it," Laurel snapped, then shut her mouth as she realized the secret inner bitterness she had unintentionally exposed to this man she barely knew. Deliberately softening her voice, she added, "I left Russell because I didn't like the idea of sharing him with every other woman in the neighborhood."
Steve pulled out a chair from a table in a quiet corner and seated her. "Poor Russell is probably the type who would be unhappy in heaven," he commented as he sat down opposite her. "Some fools don't recognize an angel when they see one. Now, what would you like to drink?"
Laurel was glad it was so dark there in the bar because she could feel a deep flush of pleasure warming her face. It had been some time since anyone had complimented her that way and, though she supposed that this man treated every woman the same way, she could not help being flattered. After traveling so much and working so hard for the last three months, it was delightful to be treated like a female again.
"Do you feel like a martini?"
"Yes. Yes, that's fine," she nodded quickly as she suddenly realized the waiter was standing at the table and probably had been for some moments. Lord, she'd have to get a hold on herself, she thought with insuppressible happiness. If a little flattery could rattle her like that, she must be more tired than she imagined. She would have to watch out for this charming man. "Will there be any problems about my equipment tomorrow?" she asked, trying to get back to the real reason for this conversation.
"There shouldn't be," he shrugged. "We've cleared out the audio-visual classroom and the students are scheduled in alphabetical order after ten o'clock. Can you have your camera set up by then?"
"Certainly. That's plenty of time," Laurel nodded. Then with a grin, she asked the question she could not restrain any longer. "You seem awfully well organized at the high school, Steve. Just why did you come over here tonight?"
Across the table, the handsome blond man returned her smile. "I guess you caught me there," he admitted without a trace of embarrassment. "To tell the truth, one of the teachers in the elementary school told me that the photographer was a real beauty. I thought I would come over and see for myself."
"Oh, did you?" the pretty blonde asked coolly. The man's tone was altogether too self-confident and Laurel abruptly found her fascination with him fading. His blatant assumption that he could charm the birds out of the trees reminded her too much of the way Russell had so smoothly informed her of the swap party that had ruined their marriage. This Steve Merrill was just too casual and, she suspected, slippery. She didn't mean to let another man like that into her life.
"Well, I'm sorry I told you, if it upset you," Steve's apologetic voice informed her. "I just thought.. . "
"You just thought that any woman traveling alone would be grateful for your company, I suppose," she stonily interrupted him. She barely noticed the waiter putting their icy drinks on the table as she slid her chair back and rose angrily to her feet. "Well, thank you for the invitation, Mr. Merrill, but I'm really not as desperate as all that. You drink them. Enjoy yourself. I'm going to my room now. Good night."
Laurel turned and strode stiffly from the cocktail lounge, ignoring his protesting call after her. She paused to pick up her room key from the motel desk and, when she turned, he was standing behind her, his good-looking face lined with worry.
"Hey, don't rush out like that," he said softly. "I truly didn't mean to make you angry. Why don't you come back and finish your drink. No strings. You may not like the company, but I appreciate it after a day with those kids."
His words struck a chord in Laurel and she hesitated, staring uncertainly into the electric blue of his eyes. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the bar's waiter standing in the doorway, listening to their conversation. She stiffened in angry humiliation and shook her head. "No thank you. I'm really quite tired tonight."
"Well, what about dinner tomorrow?" he insisted fervently. "Let me make it up to you before you go. Please. I feel like a heel for making you so upset."
"Well, maybe," she shrugged in exasperation, all too aware now of the eavesdropping waiter's smile of amusement. "I don't know, Steve. Couldn't we talk about it tomorrow?"
"Okay," he nodded understandingly. "I'll drop by tomorrow evening and see how you feel about it. But I hope you come. It would be a nice break for both of us."
Laurel nodded and was about to turn away, when she suddenly felt the warm strength of his fingers clasping around her upper arms. Almost before she realized what was happening to her, he had pressed his lips lightly against her mouth and then let her go. When he stepped back from her, she was too astonished to do anything but stare at him open-mouthed.
"Well, isn't that the way the kids do it?" Steve grinned at her obvious distress. "Seal it with a kiss?"
His lopsided smile was melting her defenses more rapidly than she could build them up again and with a quick, muttered "Good night, Steve," Laurel rushed down the corridor to her room.
It was not until she tried to insert the key in her door that she realized that her hands were trembling uncontrollably.
CHAPTER TWO
It wasn't that she was a prude, Laurel mused as she lay back on the motel bed a few minutes later. She could well imagine what Steve Merrill would be thinking of her now, but it didn't matter. She was simply trying to keep sex in its proper perspective. And that did not include being recommended by one man to another, like a new brand of beer.
The lovely brunette had taken off her dress and slip and now she stretched lazily out on the mattress, feeling the muscles grow taut under her smooth ivory flesh. God, it felt good just to relax for a moment, to forget about the hundreds of school children she would be photographing tomorrow. Sometimes, she wondered why she had taken this job at all. She could have found a job in her own town and eventually she would have grown accustomed to seeing Russell out with other women, she supposed. But instead, she had answered a newspaper advertisement and found herself in this crazy job, traveling from town to town, lonely, pressured, and putting up with oddballs like that Steve Merrill...
But was there really anything untrustworthy about that man or was it only her own fears? she wondered as she stared up at the ceiling of the room. Since she had seen Russell in their neighbor's arms the night of that horrible party, Laurel had been hard-pressed to look at any man with a kind eye. Once upon a time, Russell had been very much like Steve Merrill, gracious, charming, attentive and just completely wonderful in every respect. She had felt lucky to have such a perfect husband for the first few. years of their marriage. Then gradually almost before she knew what was happening he had changed. He simply seemed to lose interest in her.
Even now, Laurel could not understand what had happened to them. Certainly, she was still as attractive as ever. Men whistled at her in the streets and she knew she could have company every night if she wanted to accept the dates of the men she met while traveling. But for several years, before she had even turned thirty, she had spent countless hours standing before the bedroom mirror in the home she had shared with Russell, wondering if she was too old, too fat, too anything! What could have been wrong with her?
Often after taking a bath, she would carefully study the body he had begun to turn away from in bed. It had always looked the same and, without false modesty, she had known that her body was beautiful. Her breasts were high-set and round, with up-tilting pale brown nipples. Her waist was still girlishly slender, flaring out to rounded hips and smooth taut buttocks. And her legs had always been her best feature, with full-swelling thighs and smoothly curving calves. There was nothing wrong that she could see, so she had started to work harder in all the other little things that make a marriage. In fact, she became so conscientious that Russell used to tease her about ironing his socks. She hadn't actually done that, but she would have, if it would have helped.
After his constant grouchiness had made her sensitive, she had noticed how Russell had begun to watch other pretty girls every time they went out together. And on the rare occasions when he did want to make love with her, he was either maddeningly quick or insisted on playing insulting games, like pretending to be some sort of jungle animal mounting his mate. One night, when she had burst into tears and begged him to just be the Russell she loved, he had pulled on his clothes and stormed out of the house, saying he was going out "to find a good screw"!
For several years, she had endured it, convinced that he still loved her. She had continued to hope that he was simply going through some sort of personal crisis that would eventually work itself out. But month after torturous month went by, and finally he had pushed the thing further than she could tolerate. The situation had become something new and terrifying almost overnight.
The first scent of disaster had come to her one evening when Russell came home from work, delighted by a bit of gossip he had heard in the insurance office where he worked. According to the story, some of their closest friends were involved in a "club" that met weekly to swap wives and husbands for the evening. Laurel had been disgusted by the very idea and refused to believe that anything like that could be occurring in the lovely suburb in which they lived. But it had been easy to see that Russell was absolutely enchanted by the story. At last, to appease him, she had reluctantly agreed that switching partners might be good for some marriages, if the husbands and wives were really all that desperate for a change.
For a week after that, nothing more had been said about the subject. Laurel had almost decided that her husband had forgotten about it when she was surprised by a visit from the married woman who lived next door. Such morning visits were not uncommon, but the subject discussed had been unnerving to say the least. Marian Webster had wanted to invite the Kents to her house that evening. Marian said she had already talked to Russell and he had said he would love to come, if she could convince Laurel. Of course, Marian had hoped that Laurel realized what kind of party she was talking about.
The news hit the pretty blonde wife like a sledgehammer. Russell actually wanted to go to one of those "swap" parties and he hadn't even had the decency to tell her himself. Instead, he had managed to use Laurel's best friend to back her into a corner. With as much calmness as she had been able to muster, Laurel had told her neighbor that she would have to think about it. With great effort, she had held back her tears until Marian had left, promising to telephone for her answer later in the afternoon.
It had just been too much for her to believe! She and Russell had been married for more than five years and though things had not been perfect lately, she had never realized he was so unsatisfied with her. For hours, she had struggled with herself, trying to decide what she would do in this terrifying situation. And finally, she came to an answer.
She had to do it. Their marriage had been almost doomed, and if Russell needed an occasional fling with another woman, perhaps it was better if she was there, sharing the experience with another man. She had been frantic, ready to try anything that would bring them close together again. When Marian had called, late in the afternoon, Laurel had said yes. And a few hours later, when Russell had come home and heard of her decision, he had been so pleased. Hugging and kissing her, he had called her the most wonderful wife in the world. She had been heartbroken by his obvious enthusiasm to go to bed with another woman. But, she had managed to hide her feelings for the sake of their marriage and had even smiled as, arm in arm, they had walked into Marian's house with Laurel feeling like a lamb going to the slaughter.
At first, it had seemed like nothing more sinister than a neighborhood cocktail party, all the people Laurel had known for years drifting around, exchanging gossip and compliments. But then, all too quickly and suddenly, the nervous young wife had felt the excitement charging the air. Something had been about to happen and she abruptly knew that she wanted no part of it. Excusing herself from the man she had been speaking with, she hurried toward the bathroom. On the way, she had seen Russell deep in conversation with Marian and, as she brushed by them, her husband had looked up and frowned. There had been a moment of tension as Russell recognized her feeble attempt to evade the inevitable, but the woman beside him had merely laughed and whispered something in his ear. Laurel had felt a pain in her heart as she recognized the lazy smile in Russell's eyes when he nodded eagerly to their next-door neighbor. The smile had always been for her at those special times before they slipped into bed! she thought in furious hurt as she rushed past them in to the bathroom. How dare he... how could he feel that way about another woman? she had bitterly wondered as she locked the door behind her and stared dismally at her pale reflection in the mirror.
She had stood there for long anguished moments, wondering what she should do when she left the bathroom. No matter how well she knew any of those men in the other room, she had known that she would die if one of them tried to touch her. And yet, if she didn't cooperate, she had been afraid that Russell would never speak to her again. At last, gathering all her courage, she had opened the door and walked back into Marian's living room, bracing herself to the ordeal that seemed necessary to salvage her marriage.
In the hallway outside the bathroom, she found her former companion waiting and she forced herself to smile warmly at him. He was a man she had known and liked ever since she and Russell had moved into the neighborhood, but then she had stiffened as he stepped closer and slipped his arms around her. With a great effort of will, she stood quietly and let him kiss her.
He had kissed her passionately for several minutes and Laurel had been amazed to find that, despite her revulsion, her body was easily responding to the man's tender caresses. He was responding too, and realizing that she was on the verge of being raped right there in the dimly lit hallway, she had nervously pulled away from his embrace, suggesting that they should rejoin the others in the living room. The man had laughingly informed her that she might be surprised at what she found there.
Now, months later. Laurel lay tensely on the motel bed, fighting back the horror that still flooded her mind at the memory. The sight that had met her eyes as she walked back into Marian's parlor had so shocked her that she had been momentarily afraid that she would collapse on the spot. How could Russell have done that to her? she still wondered as she rolled over on the mattress and huddled into a ball of misery. The rest of the memory was so painful that she struggled to keep it from her mind, but like an old nightmare, it kept returning to haunt her. Suddenly, against all her wishes, she felt like she was right back there in her next-door neighbor's house, standing beside the man in the living room where all but one lamp in the corner had been turned off...
The room had been hazy with cigarette smoke and though she had dimly seen couples kissing and embracing in dark corners, she had heard Russell's voice before she saw him. He had been groaning with a husky, guttural passion she had not heard in their own lovemaking for a long, long time. Her face had flushed a hot red in disbelief and humiliation as she realized that he was making love to another woman right here in front of all their neighbors, people she would probably have to face every day for the rest of her life. And then she saw them!
She had been straining to see through the semi-darkness of the parlor when suddenly her gaze locked on two shadowy forms, one lying on Marian's couch and the other kneeling on the floor before it. Unable to stop herself, she stepped impulsively toward them, then swallowed a scream as she saw Marian Webster's blonde head bobbing up and down over Russell's loins. The woman's lips were clasped in a tightly ovaled circle around his erect penis which stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his trousers' fly. She could just see slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick fleshy base.
"Oh, Russell," she had moaned in a choked voice that was barely more than a sigh. She had half-expected her husband to hear her and jump up from the couch, desperately begging her forgiveness. But, instead, he had gone on enjoying the ghastly lovemaking, oblivious to his anguished wife only a few feet away.
Laurel had never realized that it would be like that. How could they have been so shameless, making love right out in the open where everyone could see? She didn't know now how long she had stood transfixed by the terrible vision of Russell's hard penis disappearing into Marian's hungrily sucking mouth. She had thought she could face anything but not this!
"You got to hand it to Marian," a masculine voice had murmured into her ear at that moment. "She really loves it. I remember the last time she did me. I was wondering if she was going to let it go after I finished."
Laurel had whirled around in fury and had been about to slap the man when he suddenly grabbed her and pulled her close against him. Mistaking her horror for passion, he cupped her buttocks with his hands and jerked her even more tightly against his loins as his lips devoured hers. Then, he loosened his hold and, unable to stop herself, Laurel turned slowly around to check what was happening on the couch.
Russell was groaning over and over, his lips working crazily and incoherent muttering spilling from between his clenched teeth. His hips had been grinding furiously up against the woman's face and his hands were tangled in her curly yellow hair, pulling her head down as he rammed his rampant cock far into the woman's throat. Laurel closed her eyes against the horrible scene and shuddered violently.
She had wanted to flee the house, but had known that her trembling legs would not support her if she left the sheltering support of the man's arms. She had been able to do nothing but stand there in helpless torment while her neighbor made wanton sucking love to Russell. Her eyes tightly clenched against the sight of Russell's infidelity, Laurel had stood and listened to the hoarse panting of the man behind her. Then, she gasped as she heard Russell's hoarse voice begin to speak.
"Get up on top of me, Marian," he had commanded. "I want to cum in your pussy. I've been waiting a long time for this and I don't want to waste it."
Laurel's eyes had jerked open, just in time to see her blonde neighbor lifting her dress up over her hips and sliding up over Russell's body. Laurel realized with a shock that Marian had worn no panties under her dress, in preparation for just this moment. She could see the woman straddling Russell, the whiteness of her rounded buttocks positioned directly over the gleaming hardness of his long, thick penis. Reaching behind her, Marian had taken hold of the up-thrusting shaft, aiming the swollen tip up into the waiting split of her vagina. The blonde had delightedly worked the bloated head up and down the full crevice of her open loins, moistening the tip with her passionate juices. Then, with a short breathless groan, she drove her buttocks down hard over it.
Laurel had gasped, the breath rasping through her constricting throat as she watched Russell's saliva-moistened shaft tunnel slowly into the mouth of the blonde woman's cunt. Marian had wriggled her body down over it until all Laurel could see was a tiny portion of the base protruding from the hair-fringed lips that surrounded its thickness.
As though her grief surrounded her like a bubble, cutting her off from the rest of the world, Laurel had only been able to dimly hear the soft moans and whispers of the other love-making couples in the Websters' living room. Her entire being had painfully focused on the shattering sight of her husband and his new lover, Laurel's best friend. Knowing that her marriage was on the line, she had fought valiantly against the impulse to run over and rip the blonde woman off her husband's loins. Instead, she had stood, leaning against the man behind her and watching in agony as Marian had begun a slow grinding movement around Russell's cock, moving up and down with her buttocks rising in the air above him until just the tip of his stone-hard penis was left in the warm velvety passage of her flesh. Then, with a delighted grunt, each time she made the movement, the blonde had slid hard down the full length of his organ, skewering herself completely with each smooth, long stroke.
It had felt as though her world was crumbling around her and, turning away from the shattering spectacle, she had pressed her face tightly into the other man's shoulder. Despite the lewd word games Russell had sometimes played when they made love, Laurel had never really considered what it would be like to watch other people doing it. To her astonishment, she had found it effecting her tremendously. Besides the shame and disgust she had known at seeing her husband in another woman's arms, she had also felt a strange quivering excitement deep between her thighs.
She had squeezed her eyes even more tightly shut, but still she could not block out the terrible picture of Russell's cock, powerful and hard, pummeling in and out of the blonde's eagerly working vagina. It flashed in her mind, a torturous and yet incredibly exciting symbol of the change in her life. And there had been no way she could shut her ears to the sound of their moans and grunts of sensual exertion, and the soft wet sucking sound of her husband's penis pistoning in and out of Marian's steaming pussy.
Abruptly, she had been aware of the man behind her. His arms had tightened around her in convulsive eagerness and one of his hands slid up toward her breast. The sight of the coupling on the couch had been effecting him too and she had heard the rasping of his breath past her ear as he pulled her closer to him. As he ground his pelvis against her buttocks, Laurel had felt the huge, hard lump in his trousers pressing into the softness of her ass-cheeks. His fingers had suddenly tightened around one of her nipples, sending a fiery flash of pain mixed with pleasure shooting down her spine. She had wriggled in his arms, about to protest the cruel tweak, when he had suddenly whirled her around toward him. Her words had been effectively choked off by the harsh pressure of his wet lips clamping down over hers and she had groaned helplessly. His thick tongue had driven into her mouth while she squirmed violently in a desperate effort to escape the inflamed man's attack.
"Please... please," she had whispered falteringly as she finally tore her lips from the man's mouth. "I c... can't stand it."
"Me either, baby," he had rasped down at her. "Let's go find our own spot before we explode. I want to get those clothes off your beautiful body."
Laurel had stared silently at him for a moment, stunned by his words. Did he think... did he actually think she wanted to do the same thing with him? The idea had been almost too much to believe but as he began pressing her toward the bedrooms in the back of the house, the pretty blonde had realized that he was serious. For one moment, she had felt a crazy urge to laugh bitterly in his face, but then she had forced her feelings under control again.
"Oh, wait... just a minute," she said quietly, slipping out of his grip as he tried to lead her across the room. She tried to keep her voice as low as possible so Russell wouldn't know what she was saying. She had known he would be angry but she just could not do it. She knew she just couldn't stand to let another man touch her body, not now or ever! If their marriage was worth saving, there had to be another way to do it.
Her thoughts rushed as she strove to think of a way to escape. Then she swallowed hard and whispered, "Wait for me in the bedroom. I'll be right back. I want to run over to my house and get some things we have, some special things Russell bought for when we make love. Will... will you wait a minute?"
It had been a brazen lie. Russell didn't care enough about their lovemaking to have ever done such a thing and, if the man had asked her what she was talking about, Laurel wouldn't have known what to say. But to her relief, he smiled and nodded eagerly. "Sure, baby, it sounds great," he had agreed, reaching out to lewdly caress one of her breasts through her dress. "I can't imagine being more excited than I am now, but why the hell not? Let's make this a really crazy party!"
Smiling with genuine relief, Laurel had turned and hurried out of the front door. During the short walk across the lawn to her own home, she had felt her first nervous reaction to the ordeal. Her entire body had begun to tremble and by the time she slipped inside her own kitchen door, hot tears had been pouring down her cheeks. She had paused one minute in the kitchen where she had cooked meals for Russell for the last five years and then, abruptly, she had made her decision. Her husband was no longer the man she had loved and married, and she did not want to live with him any longer. For too long, she had reaped nothing but pain from the marriage and she wanted no more of it.
Fighting back her tears, she had rushed into their bedroom and hurriedly packed a suitcase. She had written one check for exactly half their bank balance, enough to live on for a few weeks until she found a job, and then tossing her bag into the car, she had driven away from Russell and her old life forever.
She had never seen him again, except for a few times at the divorce court, and those few times had been enough. He had come with a different girl each day and the stories he had told about her when he was called to the witness stand, had made Laurel's blood run cold. None of it had been true, but at the time, she had just been too unhappy and depressed to fight about it. He had gotten his divorce and she, at last, had been free of the man who had made her life so miserable.
Then, why was she so lonely? the lovely blonde-haired woman asked herself as she wearily rose from the bed and began dressing again to go to dinner in the motel restaurant. And when would she lose this terrible suspicion she now felt toward all men? That man tonight, Steve Merrill, was probably a very nice man. And yet. . . and yet, she could not bring herself to believe she could trust him. He was a male and how could she know that she might not fall in love with him, only to find that he had changed too, just like Russell? She could no longer take the chance.
Her pretty face marked with worry, Laurel finished dressing and went out of her motel room again, dreading another restaurant dinner alone.
CHAPTER THREE
"Lift your chin a little. That's right. Now smile, just a little bit. Perfect!"
The strobe lights flashed on either side of the big electric camera as Laurel pushed the button of the trip cord. Within the box of the camera was a short whirring sound as the film advanced another frame. The teenage girl on the chair before the beige backing cloth blinked her eyes and looked uncertainly at the smiling golden-haired woman.
"That's it," Laurel nodded. "It looked like a very nice one, too. You can go out now and send the next student in."
"Okay and thanks," the girl said, but Laurel barely noticed as she turned away to check the focusing on the camera. It was almost lunchtime now and all day she had been plagued with the feeling that she might not be shooting the pictures properly. It was ridiculous, she knew. The camera she was using was so sophisticated that it practically ran itself. The students had been very good this morning, and she'd done nearly fifty already. There was no reason to be so jittery and yet she just couldn't shake it today. It was all she could do not to simply sit down in one of the student desks in the back of the room and have herself a good cry.
But she couldn't. She had to work. Even as she turned around from the camera, she saw another student, an auburn-haired boy, sitting in the chair.
"Hi," Laurel said with a bright smile that was automatic by this time. "Just relax now. This is going to be easy."
The boy stared unhappily at her and she noticed that he had beautiful clear green eyes. "No, it's not," he said flatly. "I really like cameras but I hate getting my picture taken. Couldn't you just pretend you did it and let me out of here?"
"What?" asked Laurel in astonishment, her mind taken off her own troubles for the first time that day. She saw that the boy was quite good-looking, though his face was strained with anxiety and she laughed lightly. "Oh, come on. It's just a picture. Don't you want to be in the high school year book?"
"No," the youngster said miserably and stared down at his hands. "I always look funny in pictures."
For some reason she did not quite understand, Laurel suddenly felt a rush of sympathy for the obviously uncomfortable teenager. When she had been in high school, her school photographs had always seemed uglier than they should be and she could almost understand why the boy didn't want to go through the ordeal of seeing a strange-looking reproduction of himself. She decided to try a trick that had often worked with other shy youngsters.
"But you're a very handsome boy," she said sweetly. "I've got a brother who looks very much like you and he has lots of girlfriends."
She saw the youngster begin to smile at her compliment. As his face relaxed happily, she began to press on the button she held in her hand. Something in her eyes must have given her trick away, however, because his face suddenly froze anxiously, just as the strobe lights flashed and the camera whirred. As it happened, she and the boy both knew the picture was going to be terrible, just as he had feared.
"Well, thanks anyway for trying," the teenager said glumly as he rose from his chair. "I guess maybe it won't matter so much. Who cares about pictures?"
"I do," the lovely brunette woman said quickly, surprising herself with the vehemence in her own voice. "I'm sorry, but maybe you'd let me try it again."
"No, everybody's out there watching," he protested quickly. "They'd laugh."
Laurel's gaze went to the door and behind the glass panels that filled the upper-half, she could see a blond youngster watching, a mischievous smile on his face. He looked like the type who would laugh at anyone, and she decided that her auburn-haired young friend was probably right. Then, another idea hit her and she whispered quickly, "All right, go now and send the next boy in. But come back this afternoon, right after school. We can do it again then, if you want."
The youngster looked at her doubtfully for a moment and then glanced at the big camera behind her. "Well, I don't know..." he began uncertainly.
Remembering what he had said about cameras, she quickly interjected, "And I'll show you the camera, too. It's very interesting, if you like cameras."
"Okay," the boy agreed quickly, then hurried to the door.
As he opened it, Laurel heard another boy's voice jeer, "Ha, ha, you messed it up, didn't you, Jonathan. Boy, I can't wait to see that picture. I bet it'll be a scream!"
The curvaceous blonde heard her young friend whisper something angrily and then the blond youth was in the room with her and the door closed behind him.
"Sit down in the chair, please," Laurel instructed him coolly, taking an immediate dislike to the grinning youth.
"Okay, lady," he agreed and dropped down on the wooden chair before the backdrop. Then, as though unable to contain himself any longer, he burst out with, "Hey, he really screwed up, didn't he? I told him all the time we were waiting he would. Man, that guy just doesn't know how to be cool. My brother told me that you got to smile at the chicks, like you really know what you're doing. You know what I mean?"
He stared at Laurel and his mouth opened into a wide, cocky grin that was obviously meant to be engaging. Laurel thought he was repulsive and, with a feeling that she was repaying the other youth for the way he had been unnerved, she pressed the button in her hand. The lights flashed, the camera whirred and the blonde's supercilious smile was recorded for the high school year book. Served him right, she thought with satisfaction as the youngster continued to leer at her, confident of his own charm.
"You can leave now and send the next student in," she said calmly. "The picture is taken."
"Yeah, and I know it'll be great," the boy enthused as he jumped up from his seat. "I'm going to buy a dozen so I can hand them out to the girls."
Laurel stared at him and sighed disinterestedly. Suddenly realizing that the pretty photographer did not share his high esteem of himself, the boy stopped talking and the expression on his face changed. "You don't know, but I screw lots of girls."
"he whispered defensively. "My brother fixes me up with girls he knows and we go to the drive-in."
"Are you planning on finding one by yourself someday?" Laurel couldn't resist asking.
Malevolence glittered from the cocky teenager's pale blue eyes. "Huh I can get a broad any time," he said nastily. "I might even get you, if I wanted you."
Sorry she ever started the silly conversation with the unpleasant high school student, Laurel nodded toward the door. "Out, Romeo," she said wryly. "I want to get your group done before lunchtime. I'm sorry, but you're really not my type."
The teenager's eyes made a quick, insulting survey of her body under the light knit dress she had worn to the school that day. "Too bad for you," he shrugged.
Feeling her temper beginning to rise, Laurel walked past him and opened the door to the hallway, calling, "Next, please."
CHAPTER FOUR
The dismissal bell had rung and the school was finally quiet. Laurel was resting exhaustedly in the chair where each of her young subjects had sat to have their pictures taken. It had been a good day, more than a hundred and fifty of the youngsters photographed and tomorrow would be easy. Just a hundred or so more students to shoot and then she could pack up her equipment and be off to the next town. But the next town would be the same as this one... lonely and quiet, another seven days in another motel. Oh God! Could she go on like this? Something had to break in her life and soon or she would go out of her mind!
"Ma'am, can I come in?"
Despite her weariness, Laurel's nerves were taut as bow-strings, and she almost jumped from her chair as the young male voice entered the room. She turned, smiling, then as she saw it was the auburn-haired boy she had invited to come back this afternoon. In the rush of photographing all the students after lunch, she had completely forgotten about this youngster, but now she motioned him into the room.
"Are you ready for another try at that picture?" she asked with a friendly smile.
The boy seemed unenthused about the idea as he walked into the classroom that had been cleared to make Laurel's temporary studio. "Well, I really came back to see the camera," he said hesitantly. "You said you might show it to me."
Frowning playfully up at him from her seat, Laurel shook her head in mock sternness. "No, I want to take your picture, too. You've got a handsome, masculine face and I know I can get a good photograph of it. I'd really like to try."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the lovely blonde-haired woman was startled to realize that they were absolutely true. Earlier that day, her brief encounter with the youngster had lifted her out of her emotional doldrums, and now she felt like stretching this meeting with him for as long as she could. There was something about the fresh-faced, green-eyed boy that made her feel relaxed, and well even a little feminine. He was obviously shy about girls, and it was rather nice to be talking with a male from whom she had nothing to fear.
"Why don't you sit down here?" she invited him, rising from her chair and motioning toward it. "It'll just take a minute to do a new shot of you and then you can help me change the film on the camera, okay?"
"Wow! That's great!" the youngster informed her as he looked in awe at the big heavy camera that stood in the center of the room, supported by a four-foot tripod. "That's the biggest camera I've ever seen. How do you move it?"
"Oh, I usually find someone to help me when packing up time comes around," Laurel laughed. "By the way, now that we're getting to be friends, I'm Laurel. . . Laurel Kent. What's your name?"
"I'm Jonathan Everett," the slender youth informed her as he sat down in the wooden chair she had left. "Gosh, I really appreciate this. Are you sure you're not busy?"
"Positive, and there's nothing I'd rather be doing," she said firmly. "But what about you? Should I hurry up with this? Do you have a date or something?"
"No, I don't have a girl friend," Jonathan said reluctantly, obviously pained by the admission. "Most of the girls in school are pretty silly and... well, I guess none of them really like me. I don't know..."
"Don't worry. You'll have more than you can handle some day; I'm sure," Laurel smilingly encouraged him. Nonetheless, the shapely blonde had felt oddly pleased with his words. Somehow, she didn't want him to have a special girl. He was nice just the way he was, innocent, tender, and perhaps needing a friend just as much as she did. Anyway, it was pleasant to be here with him, and for the time he could stay here with her in the deserted school building, she decided to enjoy his company.
"Just sit still for a moment," she told the youth. "I'm going to make sure the camera's in proper focus."
She walked back to the center of the room and peered into the focusing glass of the camera, arranging its height and adjustment to exactly suit the boy's face. He was an awfully good-looking youngster, she found herself thinking warmly, with his big green eyes and dark red hair. It was almost a pity he hadn't been born about ten years sooner so they could really enjoy each other. Then, smiling at her own silliness, she turned back to face him.
"How old are you, Jonathan?" Laurel asked sweetly in an attempt to ease the youngster's nervousness about having his photo taken. "This must be your last year at the high school, no?"
The handsome youngster smiled at her, and she was delighted to see a warm flush of happy embarrassment coloring his face.
"Gosh, no, Laurel," he protested, obviously pleased by her words. His green eyes sparkled with boyish appreciation of her full, curving figure as she walked around the camera. "Wow, I'm only fifteen, a sophomore." But just then his smile faded as he noticed the long cord that connected the camera to a little device in her hand.
"You know", I haven't had a good picture taken of me since I was eight years old," the youngster began nervously as he saw her thumb resting on the little red plastic button on the shaft she gripped with her fingers. "My m... mother says all kids are a little funny-looking at my age."
"Nonsense," the lovely photographer protested in mock indignation. "Anyway," she went on with a conspiratorial wink, "I think you're specially nice-looking or I wouldn't be bothering trying to get a better picture of you."
"Wow, do you?" Jonathan exclaimed in joyful astonishment. He smiled with boyish pride, and suddenly the strobe lights flashed around him. "What. . . what's that?"
"Gotcha!" Laurel announced happily. Then, dropping the cord, she walked over to affectionately pat his shoulder. "You're wonderful, Jonathan, absolutely wonderful. I'm so glad you came back to see me this afternoon!"
"Boy, me too!" the russet-haired boy announced, absolutely glowing under her admiration.
Laurel could imagine no logical reason for the way she was talking to this sweet, innocent youngster. If he were a grown man, she knew she would be suspicious and probably nasty with him. But he apparently did not mind, and she was enjoying herself tremendously, despite the strange nervous fluttering she felt in the pit of her stomach.
Perhaps her meeting with this appreciative youngster was an omen of better times to come, she thought wistfully. For several days now, she had been uncomfortably aware that it had been much too long since she had made love with a man. The last time had been with Russell, before she had left him. And though she couldn't remember it clearly, she was fairly certain that, as usual, she had obtained no real satisfaction from the encounter.
She hated to face that issue, but she supposed that sooner or later she would have to have an affair in one of the towns she would visit. God knows, she needed a man badly. After dinner last night, she had barely been able to get to sleep. Her body was still accustomed to having a man occasionally, and last night her loins had almost ached with need for a hard masculine penis driving deep into her pussy. She had Finally had to finger herself to release sometime after midnight. It was disgusting, and she always hated to do it, but at least she'd been able to drift into slumber. Today, however, she felt just as deprived as ever, and as she smiled warmly down into the handsome face of the boy sitting before her, Laurel yearningly wondered how long it would be before her body was truly satisfied again by a man.
"Are... are you studying my bone structure or something?" the youngster finally inquired as he began to squirm under the intensity of her gaze.
"Oh! Yes... I guess I am," Laurel replied haltingly, suddenly aware that she had been staring at the youngster for a discourteous length of time. Turning on her heel, she strode back toward the camera, motioning with her hand for him to follow her. "I'll show you the camera now, Jonathan."
Arriving at where the camera stood on its heavy tripod, she twisted a knob below the thick metal plate on which the camera sat. "This moves it up and down, so I have no trouble taking pictures of small children as well as older students," she quickly instructed the youngster who stood close beside her. "The ground glass focusing screen is on the top of this camera, so they put this periscope-like thing on it, so I can look through it from the side. Here, I'll take it off so you can see the mirrors in it."
As she spoke, Laurel reached up and tried to remove the bent funnel of black metal that clipped onto the top of the camera. It was usually difficult to get off when she packed the camera away in its box, but this day it was particularly sticky. Rising up on her toes for more leverage, she strained to pull the thing free. Her position was precarious, her hip supported only by the leg of the tripod, and suddenly she felt the whole apparatus begin to roll away from her on the wheeled legs.
"Hey, let me do that!" the teenager beside her cried in sudden alarm, reaching out to stop the camera that threatened to go careening off to the other side of the room. "Be careful!"
But it was too late. Almost before she knew what was happening to her, she felt the viewfinder popping free into her hands and her shoes beginning to slide across the polished classroom floor. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jonathan reaching quickly to catch the camera as she tumbled to the floor, the viewfinder slipping out of her hands and skidding across the floor with a terrible clatter. In the next moment, she felt strong hands grabbing her and hauling her up onto her feet.
"The camera!" she gasped, still flustered as she continued to clutch at the strong arm that supported her. Then, as she saw it, still standing upright and apparently undamaged on its tripod, she sighed with relief. Her knees felt strangely rubbery beneath her weight, and she leaned on the boy's strength another moment until she abruptly realized that Jonathan's arm was pressing tightly into her full breasts as he held firmly onto her shoulders. Abruptly embarrassed by her position, she let go of his arm and stepped back unsteadily. "Excuse me, Jonathan. Maybe that thing knows it only comes apart on Wednesdays and Fridays," she said with a tremulous laugh.
"Oh, I'll go get it," the youngster quickly volunteered and hurried across the room to pick up the viewfinder, which had rolled into a corner. Rushing back with it, he asked concernedly, "Are you all right now, Laurel? Maybe you should sit down in that chair."
Her blue eyes wide with shock, Laurel stared at the boy and nodded dumbly. She did not protest as he gently took her arm and led her back to the chair that had been in front of the camera. At that moment, she couldn't speak, couldn't trust herself to utter one word. Her hands crossed nervously over her breasts as she remembered how his arm had felt touching them, so warm and firm and exciting in a way she barely dared think about.
When this sweet youngster had touched her, he had undeniably triggered a violent reaction in her body, almost as though all these months of unfulfilled passion were suddenly coming to a head. An electric surge of tingling little sensations were dancing over her breasts and belly, and her body heat seemed to be rising suddenly, making her feel strangely lazy and languid. Her eyes studied the boy's clean-cut features for a moment, then drifted downward to scan his long, boyish body. He was beautiful, a perfectly built young man, and-his flesh was so warm and vibrant. She could remember exactly how it had felt to touch him.
God! What was she thinking of?
Angry with herself, but even more frightened of her strange reaction, the voluptuous blonde managed to point behind her to the backdrop of beige cloth. "Look behind there, Jonathan. I think there's another chair. Why... don't you bring it out and sit beside me."
The teenager hurried to do as he was bid, returning with the chair in less than a minute. As he settled it beside her and sat down. Laurel could feel his eyes upon her. Feeling suddenly shy. after all the excitement of the previous moments, she looked at the camera and asked, "You caught the camera before it fell, didn't you, Jonathan? It's insured, but my company could probably fire me if it were damaged."
"Oh, it's fine. I caught it," the boy assured her, his gaze now openly examining the body of the beautiful woman beside him. In his young life, Jonathan did not think he had ever seen anyone so pretty. It was also the first time in his life that he had ever really been able to help a woman who needed assistance and he felt extremely proud. She was so close to him now that he could smell her perfume, and he thought excitedly, if he just lifted his hand a little, he could brush his fingertips across one of the full, firm mounds that jutted out beneath the front of her dress! Suddenly aware of his cock jerking inside his trousers, his face grew hot with embarrassment.
Laurel heard his muffled gasp and turned 'round to see the youngster, red-faced and obviously uncomfortable. "Jonathan, what's wrong?" she demanded anxiously, placing her cool fingertips against his flaming cheek. "Are you that worried about the camera? I'm sure it's all right."
"I'm glad, ma'am," the teenager smiled nervously. "But maybe I should go now. You probably want to go home..."
"No, I like being here with you," Laurel protested warmly. "All I'm going home to is... an... e-empty motel... r-room... anyway. You... you don't have to go... r-really."
The auburn-haired youth could tell by the way she'd suddenly begun to stammer that the beautiful photographer had caught sight of the terrible lump in the front of his trousers. In shamed anguish, he tried crossing his legs to hide it, but the fleshy bulge of his stiffening penis seemed to shift with his legs, popping up no matter how he moved. Finally, in desperation, he jumped to his feet and rushed over to the bank of windows at the far wall, staring outside as he muttered, "I'd better go home. Laurel. Thanks for showing me the camera, but..."
"No, stay!" she interrupted him with a force that amazed even herself. The boy had turned and was walking quickly across the room toward the door, moving almost sideways so she could not see his erection, but she leaped from her chair and caught his hand before he could leave the room.
Tugging him back toward her, she murmured softly, "You don't want to go out like that, Jonathan. Go sit down again, and I'll lock the door so no one will disturb us."
The teenager, bewildered and distressed by his body's involuntary reaction to the nearness of the beautiful woman, could do nothing but obey her. Sitting down on the chair he had just left, he dully watched as Laurel walked to the door and carefully threw the bolt that would lock it.
As she made sure the door was securely fastened, Laurel noticed a pull-type shade over the paned glass half of the door. Of course, she thought delightedly. The school had given her the "audio-visual" room, the one in which they showed movies to classes. There would probably be screens on all the windows, too, if she wanted to pull them down. No one outside would be able to see into the room, or even know if anyone were in here. She and Jonathan could be completely alone!
As she smilingly pulled the shade down over the glass panels in the door, Laurel abruptly realized what she was doing, though she'd persistently tried to avoid admitting it to herself. Much as she might want to, she could no longer ignore the lustful yearning that was blazing in her loins. Already, she could feel a warm moisture between her thighs, spreading over her nylon panties. It was insane to even imagine that a mere child like Jonathan could excite her this way. Insane, but true!
The lush-bodied blonde could barely remember a moment in her life when she had felt so wild with excitement. Perhaps she had felt this way years ago when she first met Russell, but his long-standing indifference to her had changed all that. Now this young, this tender, vulnerable youth was arousing the kind of passion she knew she had been meant to feel all her life. She knew she should open the door and send him home, but she no longer had the strength of will. Moving like a sleepwalker, she strode back to the teenager and stopped beside him. Resting her hand on his shoulder, she felt the warm flesh beneath his shirt and knew that she was lost.
She had to have him! It had been too long. Suddenly, her ripe, female instincts were overpowering every objection her mind could think of. Massaging the warm, muscular flesh underneath her hand, she murmured sultrily, "You're a very handsome boy, darling. And I'm glad that you got hard like that. It makes me happy to think you like me so much!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Though she had spoken with deliberate nonchalance, the boy could not have been more stunned if she'd screamed at him. He stared at her apprehensively, his brain racing to understand what she was saying as she pulled the other chair closer to his and sat down. He was vaguely aware that the lovely woman's dress was pulled up high on her creamy thighs and that her knee was gently touching his leg, but he felt almost mesmerized by her blue eyes that ravenously searched his. What did she mean? he wondered fearfully.
"Are you still so hard?" she asked again.
The blonde photographer's eyes seemed to be blazing with some wild inner fire while her curving pink lips were open until he could see the gleaming white of her teeth. She leaned toward him until her big, cushiony breasts were nuzzling against his right arm, just the way they had pressed against him when he lifted her up from the floor. This couldn't be happening to him. He thought he must be going crazy!
"You're so sweet, Jonathan. You know; I like you, too," Laurel continued in a low, suggestive tone of voice. Her blue eyes were sparkling and heavy-lidded with excitement. "There's something I've been wanting to do all afternoon, darling. I hope you won't mind..."
Feeling as though he were lost in some sort of crazy, fabulous dream, the fifteen year old youngster could do nothing but stare at her in helpless bewilderment. His throat was so tight that he couldn't have spoken, even if he had thought of something to say. Then, he trembled drunkenly as he felt her hands framing his cheeks, caressing them warmly as she slowly drew his face down closer to her moistly parted lips. In a shattering flash of comprehension, the startled youngster suddenly understood that she was about to kiss him, right on the mouth!
His green eyes closed apprehensively as he felt the first soft touch of her lips on his mouth. Somehow, he had never thought that something like this would actually happen to him, but now he knew why all the guys were always talking about kissing and hugging girls. Wow! Her lips felt like silk, but warm and soft. He didn't know what was happening to him, but he hoped it would never end!
"Oh, Jonathan, that was heavenly!" Laurel breathed when she finally lifted her lips from his. "Did... do you like it? Is it as nice as the other girls?"
"Gosh, I don't know," the boy whispered hesitantly in reply. Only the newly-awakened passion smoldering in his young body gave him the courage to tell her, "I've never been kissed like that before. Could. . . could we do it again?"
His timorous question sent a surge of joyous passion through Laurel's aroused body. Still she hesitated, torn between her body's hunger to feel the honeyed softness of the boy's lips again and the terrifying awareness that she was treading forbidden ground. She was aware of his smoldering green eyes blazing over her body, visually exploring every soft contour as though he wanted to remember her forever, and she felt her resistance weakening.
Suddenly, the decision was taken out of her hands as Jonathan jumped to his feet and grasped her hands, tugging her up in front of him. Before she knew what was happening, the aroused youth had gathered her awkwardly into his arms, jamming his lips desperately against her mouth. The beautiful photographer opposed him for only a few moments, quivering and resisting weakly as every nerve in her body came alive with tinglings of erotic bliss. Then, enchanted by his boyish eagerness, she quickly surrendered to the trembling grip of his sinewy young arms.
Her heart beating a wild tattoo in her chest, she allowed her lips to part before the violent hunger of the youth's ardent kiss. She pressed against his youthful frame until she could feel her breasts flattening against the hardness of Jonathan's chest. Her last inhibition lost, Laurel caressed his lips with the tip of her soft, pointed tongue. The months of loneliness had taken their toll on her nerves and will, and now she wanted nothing more than to stay forever in the thrilling warmth of this youngster's arms.
Then, the voluptuous spell was suddenly shattered as she felt the unmistakable stiffening of his boyish penis against her hip. The auburn-haired youngster was holding her breathlessly tight against his firm, young body, and the lovely photographer abruptly realized that she was arousing the youth beyond all control. She could hear his breath growing quick and deep, and his hips began to move urgently against her body, as though he was trying to find relief for the unaccustomed sensual pressure in his loins. She wriggled and moaned piteously in his caress, but he seemed not to notice, only clasping her more powerfully against him.
"Darling, wait a moment," she gasped as she finally pulled her face away from his hungry lips. The idea that she had driven the vulnerable youngster to this state sobered her slightly, and she nervously disentangled herself from his enfolding arms. There was no excuse for what she was doing to this innocent youth, and she knew she should stop this nonsense now, before it was too late for the both of them.
But Laurel knew that the time for self-control was already well past. Even as she stepped back away from him and tried to will some calmness into her sex-starved body, she heard a slow sultry voice she barely recognized as her own begin to speak: "Your cock is so hard, darling. Would you like me to help you with that?"
A wild thrill of excitement surged through Laurel as the boy stared at her dumbfounded. She was helpless to stop herself from glancing down at his trousers where a dark spot of moisture was slowly forming around the top of the fleshy bulge there. Then she ran her gaze over the rest of his not-quite-mature male body, her smoky eyes coming to rest at last on his confused and lustful face. With a little laugh that tinkled like bells in the silent room, Laurel reached out and pressed her fingertips against the bulge in the front of his trousers. As her hand grazed the length of his lustfully hardened member, she felt it jerk and swell even more stiffly inside his pants.
"L-Laurel, please... you c-can't.. . " the youngster sobbed in an agony of lust and shame.
"Of course, I can, darling," she whispered back at him, her blue eyes blazing with uncontrollable lust. She had no more illusions about what she was doing. Her voice throbbing with emotion, she told him, "I'm touching your cock, Jonathan. But you have all these nasty clothes in the way. I want to feel it better, all warm and stiff in my hand."
Jonathan's face glowed pinkly with the excitement that was pounding through his body. He barely understood what was being said to him, but his rampant penis jerked wildly in his pants each time the ravishing woman spoke. And her soft white hand was rubbing all over the front of his trousers, stroking his cock with obvious delight.
None of it could really be taking place, he knew. He'd walked into this room this afternoon to look at the big camera and get his picture taken that much he was sure of. But the rest of it wow! It was too much to believe. Maybe she was some kind of witch, and she'd thrown a spell on him. That was okay with him! She must be the prettiest witch anyone had ever seen!
Too involved in the warm vibrant feel of the boy's body to even suspect the thoughts that were running through his mind, Laurel leaned forward and claimed a deep sensual kiss from his lips. Thrusting her pointed tongue into his open mouth, she greedily explored the sweet warmth within, while her fingers urgently caressed the front of his bulging trousers. Then, no longer able to restrain herself, she grasped the tab of his zipper and pulled it down. She had to feel his pulsating masculinity in her hand or go mad with longing!
The auburn-haired teenager drew a long, quavering breath as he felt the photographer's long smooth fingers delving into the opening of his trousers. Then, suddenly, he shuddered as he felt the warmth of her hand tightly encircled around his cock. Nervous energy was mounting in his youthful body until he felt like he was about to burst with excitement. Strange, disconnected impressions of his parents and relatives and his friends at school began to flash through his distracted mind, bewildering him even further. Was this what girls were really like? Was this "doing it", the thing his friend Julian was always talking about? The fifteen year old was frightened as much as aroused by this beautiful wild-eyed older woman whose hand was clutching at his insanely pulsating penis inside his trousers. He moaned in undisguised fear and stared into Laurel's face, his wide green eyes clearly expressing his uncertainty.
"Jonathan, darling, don't look so worried," the curvaceous golden-haired woman softly chided him. Gently squeezing the stiffened member through his trousers, she whispered, "Your cock likes to be touched like this. It likes to be touched and kissed and sometimes, it likes to be put into a girl's nice hot pussy."
A salacious smile curved her lips as she heard him gasp at her words. Then, crooning soft words to comfort the anxious youth, she slowly pulled the swollen fleshy shaft free of his trousers. Her eyes fastened greedily on the slender white staff of flesh and her hand began a slow tantalizing up and down stroking movement on the throbbing penis.
As he trembled nervously before her, Laurel realized again that he was barely a man, so innocently receptive that he would react to anything she might want to do to him. The thought filled her with a lascivious sense of power and her grip tensed around his up-thrusting cock with a starved eagerness that made it jerk spasmodically in her hand.
"Are... are you sure it's okay?" Jonathan asked haltingly as he stared in awed wonder at his naked, stone-like penis clasped in her warm hand.
Laurel smiled tenderly at his fear. "Of course, it's all right," she assured him, ignoring the red lights of warning that were flashing in her own brain. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"Oh, yes," he breathed happily. Wild shocks of excitement were charging through his virginal shaft and up into his belly each time she stroked him, sliding the loose outer skin up and down, then slipping her fingernails downward to tease lightly at his dangling testicles. "It feels like... like the best thing in the world."
"Then, relax, my little lover," Laurel breathed softly into his mouth. "Because we're going to do wonderful things today... things you've been waiting for all your life." She leaned forward to kiss him again, her tongue splaying his lips wide apart.
Then lifting her lips from his mouth, she whispered seductively, "Don't you want to see me without my clothes on, Jonathan?"
Jonathan stared incredulously at the ravishing woman before him, nervously wondering what he should say. He felt like he were living through some kind of crazy dream, the kind of penis-stiffening dream that he sometimes had before he woke up in the middle of the night and began to play with himself. Gosh, the only time he'd ever seen a girl naked was one time when he accidently walked into his mother's room when she was getting dressed. And besides, mothers didn't count. He could do nothing but stare at Laurel in dumb uncertainty.
"After I take my clothes off, you can touch me, darling... wherever you like," Laurel went on, fully aware of the salacious effect of her words on his young mind. Letting go of his swollen penis, she turned her back toward him, smiling over her shoulder. "Here, lover," she purred suggestively. "It would help if you'd unzip the back of my dress."
"Okay, Laurel," he mumbled shyly, afraid now to meet her eyes. His handsome adolescent face, so smooth and clear-skinned, was flushed with distressed boyish lust. Nothing that had ever happened to him had prepared him for this moment and yet, he knew that he wanted to do anything that would please this maddeningly wonderful older woman. With a breathless groan, he reached toward her to undo the zipper in the back of her dress. The excitement flooding through his mind made him awkward as he tugged at the tiny tab at the base of her neck until Laurel finally reached back with one hand to open the garment before he ripped it from her body.
The lovely golden-haired woman turned around to face him again, wriggling the knit dress down over her shoulders and then her hips with deliberately suggestive movements. She was delightfully aware of the boy's blazing eyes as they locked on her lacy slip that barely concealed the generously curving flesh beneath. With cat-like grace, she kicked the dress away from her feet and stretched sensuously before his eyes.
"Do you like me, darling?" she asked in a silky voice. Laurel could not have stopped now even if she had wanted to. "Do you want to take the rest of my clothes off?"
"Yes, please, I want to!" Jonathan gasped, no longer able to control himself in the presence of this thrilling woman. He reached out to pull her toward him, but laughing softly under her breath, she skipped out of his reach.
"Not so fast, you lovely boy," she chuckled, enjoying the absolute power she wielded over the innocent youngster. "There are all sorts of things we're going to do today. Things I bet you've thought about.. . like this..."
Stepping closer to the wide-eyed, panting youth, she took his long, rigid penis in her hand again and bent slowly toward it, her blue eyes locked on the virile young staff of flesh as her face lowered toward it. Her hand stroked down to the base of his cock, drawing the foreskin back from the gleaming reddish head and her tiny pink tongue darted out to flick at the slit-like opening in the end. A half-sob of excitement choked up from the boy's throat as he watched her lick up the glistening drop of semen that had oozed out of the tiny hole.
Mesmerized by the incredible sight before him, the youngster watched the photographer's head dip downward as he felt the unbelievable warmth of her beautiful lips slipping down over his tingling fleshy shaft. Down, down... he could feel the hot wetness enveloping his length until he thought for sure she had taken the whole thing into her mouth. Crazy shocks of excitement tore through his entire body as her tongue gently swirled around the tip and her sucking cheeks drew upwards for what seemed like an eternity. At last she slowly raised her head. And then she was straightening up before him, her pink lips glistening wetly.
'Til do more of that later, Jonathan," she promised huskily as she stepped closer to rub her body against him. Gazing hungrily into his eyes, she murmured, "But now, I'll take the rest of my clothes off. Sit down in the chair again and watch me."
His voice seemed to be lost in his excitement and Jonathan could only nod jerkily and move back to one of the two wooden chairs in the front of the room. From his seat, he stared in wonder at the beautiful woman beginning to undress again. With deliberately provocative slowness, she pulled her lace-trimmed slip over her head and then, suddenly, she was almost naked, with only her tiny nylon panties and filmy brassiere to shield her body from his breathless gaze.
Savoring every moment of the bizarre seduction, Laurel stood before the youngster, her face glowing with pride at his obvious admiration. She was still beautiful, her lust-deranged mind sung out in victory. The young male was absolutely dazzled and she had not really begun to show him the wonders of her body! Her lips curved in a lazy seductive smile as she reached up behind her body and unhooked the back of her lacy white brassiere. The weight of the full creamy mounds thrust the garment free of her breasts and she let it slide down her arms to the floor. As it fell away, her roundly pointed breasts were exposed to the boy's fevered gaze, the tinted, cherry-like nipples swaying lightly as she bent to wriggle out of her panties.
Jonathan's eyes darted frantically over her body, trying to take in all of the lust-inciting vision at the same time. He watched the licentious smile that curved her moist lips, and then gazed at the big, soft-fleshed breasts that hung heavily downward when the lady photographer leaned over to press her panties down over her hips. His breath rasped almost painfully from his throat as he caught his first view of her naked sex, the rosy pink lips between her legs almost hidden in the curling dark pubic hair. Barely thinking of what he was doing, the youth reached into his lap to grasp his angrily throbbing penis.
Laurel could barely understand what she was doing, but it didn't matter anymore. It didn't matter that he was a mere boy, a youngster of half her own age. Smiling to herself, she turned away from him, bending over gracefully to gather the garments at her feet. As she stooped, her rounded smooth buttocks pointed toward the russet-haired youngster, spreading slightly to offer him a tantalizing peek at her pouting vagina between her legs. She knew she was acting like a shameless slut, but her long-stopped passions had suddenly exploded in a rush that left her no time to listen to her conscience. She wanted to tantalize this youngster until he was out of his mind with lust and then she would teach him how to fuck her!
Dropping the clothes carelessly on the other chair, she moved toward the teenager. He was perched nervously on the edge of his chair, his lust-swollen cock protruding from his opened fly. Taking his hand, she pulled him to his feet. Then, she lifted both his hands, placing his palms on her heaving breasts.
"Feel them, darling. Squeeze them," she breathed seductively at him. "You can play with them all you want. Pinch my nipples, Jonathan. Oooooh, yes, just like that."
The reddish-haired youngster could barely believe her low moan of pleasure as he shakily tried to follow the beautiful woman's directions. Anxiously watching her face, he gently teased at each of the soft, brownish nipples until they grew, hard and pointed from her bulging, satiny-fleshed breasts. She sighed in ecstasy and he rolled the rubbery tips round and around in his fingers, growing more confident by the moment.
She liked it! The thrilling thought erupted in his mind and suddenly the youngster knew that his whole life would be changed this afternoon. Though it all had seemed strange and frightening at first, Jonathan suddenly realized that this gorgeous photographer liked him in a way no girl had ever liked him before. Incredible as it was, this fantastic woman really wanted to fuck him!
"Do you like my titties, lover?" she softly asked. "Kiss them, Jonathan. Kiss my big soft titties!"
Brought back to the present by the sound of her husky, throbbing voice, the boy stared at her blankly for a moment and then, with a gasp of childish delight, Jonathan's head bobbed down toward her chest. Laurel moaned and swayed as his mouth fastened greedily over the pinkly rigid tip of her thrusting left breast. Sparks of untamed lust jolted through her loins into her lower belly as his hand slipped down from her solidly bulging breasts to trace the fleshy curves of her hips and buttocks. She felt his lips moving over her breasts, licking and kissing the silken palpitating flesh that pressed tauntingly against his face. Then, abruptly recalling the greater delights that were yet to come, Laurel gently disentangled herself from his insatiable lips and hands.
"Wait, darling, wait," she laughed gently at his wild eagerness to continue. "Let's get you undressed too."
"And then can we do it. Laurel?" the boy demanded hoarsely. "Then, can I really fuck you?"
"Ooooh, darling, yes!" she cried in mindless excitement as she impatiently began to unbutton his shirt. She was a slave now to the surges of animal longing that made her ache to have him up inside of her. There was no thought in her mind but anticipation of the moment when he would thrust his fiery shaft deep up into her urgently needing vagina.
She tore his shirt away from his body and kissed his hairless chest, taunting the little hard nipples of his developing muscular breasts with her flickering tongue-tip. Then, she unhitched his belt, her mouth trailing downward over the youth's convulsing belly and navel, gradually lowering herself to her knees. Her blazing blue eyes feasting on the sight of the lust-stiffened penis that jutted upward from his thin sprinkling of burnished pubic hair, she tugged his trousers down over his slim hips and buttocks.
God, she felt so evil and perverted to be seducing this vulnerable teenager this way, like some sort of vile woman who preyed on virginal young boys. What she was doing was wrong, unpardonably wrong. If she was so desperate, she knew she could go to any bar and pick up a stranger to satisfy her lust. And yet, it wouldn't have been the same. This boy was so handsome and hungry for love, just like her. She just couldn't help herself! His charming, boyish eagerness was like a tonic to her senses. Kneeling on the floor before him, she lightly kissed the tip of his cock, while she lovingly caressed his velvety young testicles in her hands.
"Ooooh," Jonathan groaned, staggering on trembling legs and nearly losing his balance in the trap of the pants imprisoning his ankles.
Laurel caught him by the hips, steadying him, then eased him backward to the chair and down onto it. Her fiery glance raked over his long, sinewy body and she smiled hungrily up at him. "Oh, my little darling, you are so beautiful. I want to taste every inch of you, but first, the most important part..."
She quickly removed his shoes, socks and trousers, and then spread his legs wide apart. Gripping his slender pulsing cock between her thumb and forefinger, she gazed hungrily down at the gleaming, blood-swollen tip, its tiny hole staring moistly back at her like a single eye. Then with a breathless moan of surrender to her irresistible lustful urges, she plunged her mouth down onto the rubbery head.
His handsome face flushed a deep pink and the fifteen year old Jonathan Everett choked out a gasping cry. He bent his head to watch in lustful fascination at the voluptuous naked woman kneeling on the floor between his legs, her sweet curving lips holding his stiffly rampant cock. He could feel her hot tongue swirling wildly around the tingling sensitive head and sending unbelievable charged of excitement rippling through his loins. Her head bobbed rhythmically over his loins as she sucked greedily on the end of his aching cock, her big soft breasts bouncing gently against his knees.
Laurel felt a sharp thrill sear her loins as she tasted the tiny piquant droplets of seminal fluid that were already seeping upward from his rising excitement. She dipped her head down to lick the full length of his manly rod of flesh, tracing a path with her tongue all the way down to the base then back to the mushroom-shaped tip again. Then she took the pulsating tip into the sucking warmth of her mouth once again.
Jonathan whimpered aloud and chills ran up and down his spine as he felt his hard throbbing shaft of flesh sink half-way between her wetly ovaled lips, and he instinctively began to move his hips on the wooden chair, beginning a slow rhythmic pistoning of his penis up into her face. He could barely believe it as he saw her beautiful lips tighten around it like an elastic band just below the head, her bloated cheeks sucking at it as though it were a stick of candy in her mouth.
"Oh... oh, wow!" the youngster gasped, staring down at the incredible vision of the beautiful photographer's penis-contorted face, her lips stretched with the thickness of his aching cock buried in her mouth. She was massaging the soft resilient skin of his testicles gently with one hand and stroking the base of his cock with the other as she sucked hungrily up and down its length. Practically all of it seemed to disappear each time her head moved downward until only a short stretch of it showed, glistening and white between her rounded lips. It was driving him crazy! Already he could feel the sperm beginning to boil in his balls. Though he was straining to hold back, he knew he would explode into the warmth of her mouth at any moment.
As though she too had suddenly sensed the impending crisis, Laurel suddenly stopped and raised her head to smile at him.
"Oh, darling, I could suck your lovely prick forever," she whispered fervently. Her own licentious words excited her even more and she continued to stroke him with one hand as she went on, "Your cock is so big and hard in my mouth, but my pussy's on fire, lover. I want to fuck you!"
The auburn-haired teenager was so overwrought that he could barely understand the things she was saying to him, but he knew what she meant. He nodded eagerly to her lewd suggestion and started to get up from the chair, but she pushed him back down onto it.
"No, stay where you are, darling," she instructed him, getting up from her knees. "The floor looks so cold. Why don't I just climb up on your lap?"
As the youngster stared at her in blank non-comprehension, Laurel smiled knowingly. Remembering an unusual lovemaking position she and Russell had once experimented with when they still cared enough to try something new, she stepped closer, straddling the seated youngster with one foot on each side of the chair. Then, she bent her legs, slowly lowering her buttocks down toward his lap. Her soft lips that had moments ago nursed his cock, clasped over his mouth and her moistly searching tongue darted lizard-like between his lips. Her mind ablaze with lust, she ground her lips against his tender young mouth, while her hands grasped his shoulders to steady herself.
"Now, we're going to fuck, my darling, your big, hard cock inside my hungry pussy," she breathed hotly into his mouth, savoring the delicious evilness of the words. She lowered herself further until his solid boyish length of cock-flesh was prodding against the moistened crevice of her pussy. She could see his face tightening with the mounting urgency of his need as his rubbery cock-head twitched against the passion-drenched lips of her vagina.
"Please... please do it to me," the frantic youngster begged. His hard blue-veined penis felt as though it were made of solid cement and her licentious promises only made it throb more, until it almost hurt. Taking a deep breath, he pleaded, "Please, show me how to fuck you!"
Smiling reassurance to the desperate youngster, Laurel reached down between their bodies to grasp the full length of his rigidly swollen shaft of flesh. Her hand stroked smoothly up and down the taut hard rod for a moment, delighting in its urgent pulsing against her palm and in the warm stickiness of the fluid that oozed in tiny droplets from the blood-filled tip. Dear God, how long had it been since she'd had anything but her fingers to satisfy the hunger in her loins. Awful masturbation! Was it any wonder that she had finally broken free of the stupid inhibitions that normally held her passions in control. An hour ago, she never would have believed it possible that she would be ravishing a fifteen year old boy, but the fate had thrown him into her empty arms and she couldn't refuse him!
Then, suddenly, no longer able to bear another moment of waiting, she shakily guided the hard shiny head up from the valley of her buttocks, carefully poising it between the hair-framed lips of her inflamed vagina. She held it there with one hand while she twisted her other arm around the boy's neck, bracing herself as she slowly lowered her pelvis down onto his hardness.
Her glittering blue eyes closed in rapture as she felt the first soft electrical contact of the bloated cock-tip against the sensitive edges of her vagina. An ecstatic gasp burst from her lips as she pressured her loins downward, forcing the bloated glans past the tight resisting mouth of her long-unused cunt. She moved down slowly, feeling the straining shaft gradually spreading and stretching the walls of her vagina. It seemed to tunnel into her forever, until she finally felt the hard turgid head of his long, slender penis lodge tightly against her cervix and her buttocks resting lightly on his thighs.
"There, darling," she purred huskily, quivering with the pleasure of the boyish impalement. "Have you ever felt anything like that? Now just feel what my pussy can do for your wonderful cock, Jonathan."
Clenching her thighs to grip his slender hips, she began to rotate her pelvis over his loins, swiveling her steaming pussy up and down the length of his rampant member. Each time his excited penis lurched spasmodically in her wet, straining vagina, she clamped her muscles around him in response, delighting in the dazzled look of ecstasy that came over his sweet young face.
"Ooooh, that's wild!" the youth breathed shakily, his slim hips thrusting uncontrollably upward from the wooden chair. Jonathan had never seen a woman look as wild-eyed as the pretty photographer did right then, her beautiful mouth loose and panting as though she were about to go out of her mind. And he had never heard anyone, not even Julian, his best friend who was always talking about his big brother's girlfriends, talk as dirty as she did. Right before his face he could see her big milk-white breasts heaving with each breath she took, the rosy pointed tips like two rounded eyes staring back at him.
"Yes, that's wild," Laurel laughed shakily at his comment as she felt the broad fleshy base of his cock exquisitely massaging the erect bud of her clitoris. She felt strangely calm yet completely exhilarated like nothing she had ever known before. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she began to raise and lower her buttocks and hips aggressively on his hard young cock, feeling her breath being whipped away by the rapture of her wild depravity.
Jonathan could not restrain the little whine of excitement that squeaked out of him. His leg muscles stood out under his flesh, and he bucked madly upward to meet her grinding motions as she held his cock firmly inside the warm, rippling channel of her milking pussy. He could see her blue eyes open and close in dazed passion and he dimly wondered if it all felt as good for Laurel as it did for him. He fervently hoped so because he wasn't going to let her go away until his boiling sperm exploded in the warm depths of her pussy. And it wouldn't be long now!
"Oh, fuck me, darling.. . fuck me," she crooned joyfully into his ear.
The impassioned blonde began to rotate her buttocks down against his loins in the most provocative manner she could manage. She wanted him to cum, to shoot his sweet, boiling sperm far up into her starving vagina, to fill her as she had never been filled before. Some day, she would probably hate herself for what she was doing right now, but at this moment, she was reveling in her own perversion. And she had no intention of stopping until she had satisfied herself with the youngster to the very limit of her capacity.
The auburn-haired youngster, suddenly understanding the mechanics of what she was doing, abruptly wrapped his hand around Laurel's tiny waist, helping her move over him in longer, plunging strokes. He could feel her warmly clasping vagina slipping almost all the way off his pulsing length each time she raised her buttocks, then completely engulfing him, until he could feel the blood-engorged tip of his hardened cock pressing against her cervix, when she drove her hips back down again.
"Oh, wow... wow," he gasped as her impassioned writhing made him forget everything but the maelstrom of lust that was building deep in his testicles. God, he couldn't wait any longer. He had to cum now!
Laurel felt his rigid young cock begin to jerk crazily in her belly and she gasped with delight. Her brain whirling with passion, the lovely woman took a moment before she realized that her teenage lover was filling her ravenous pussy with his creamy sperm. He was erupting into a woman for the first time in his life! Her entire body trembled with lewd excitement, her legs flying up from the floor and wrapping around the back of the chair as she thrust her open loins down on his wildly expanding cock.
At the same moment, she felt a long-awaited thrilling tingle begin to spread outward from the swollen bud of her clitoris, saturating her loins in rapturous warmth. Throwing her arms around him, she began to rock her rounded buttocks from side to side around his spurting cock.
"Oh, baby, I'm cummmmming!" she groaned as her entire body began to quiver uncontrollably against him. "Fill me, lover!"
She writhed shamelessly against him as she felt his sweet youthful sperm almost overflowing her belly with its warm sticky wetness. The ravenous walls of her pussy clasped insatiably around his emptying penis until at last it gave one final lurch and then it lay still within the moistly churning depths of her belly. After several moments, Laurel's body vibrated to stillness as well, her long shapely legs collapsing limply on either side of the wooden chair.
As the fifteen year old loosened his grip on her trembling body, Laurel wearily attempted to struggle to her feet. Her firm, perfectly proportioned body felt drained of all energy and, as she rose up from Jonathan's lap, she felt her buttocks slipping obscenely in the excess of hot sticky juices that had overflowed her pussy to soak his thighs. Each of them shuddered at the sensation of his soft wet penis slipping out of her used and overflowing cunt with a soft popping sound.
Feeling too exhausted to move, Laurel nevertheless stumbled to the other chair, picking up her slip which she used to dab at the white trails of sperm that had begun to trickle down the insides of her thighs. It had been such a long time since she'd had a male ejaculation up inside her and fill her with the warmth of his semen that she had almost forgotten the warm fuzzy glow that always came over her brain afterwards. She felt marvelous, like a new woman.
As he slumped in his chair a few feet away, Jonathan stared wonderingly at the beautiful woman, feeling a warm glow of pride as his eyes lit on the soaked furrow of her sex. He had really done it! He had fucked a woman, and it wasn't anything like Julian said! Julian had never spoken a word about girls going wild with excitement like Laurel had done. Jonathan was beginning to suspect that his best friend had never known anything about girls, or at least not a girl like Laurel. Then, as he continued to gaze at the lovely older woman, he became worried about her continued listless expression.
"Are you all right, Laurel?" the tousle-haired youth inquired anxiously. "Gosh, you know it's the first time I ever did that. I hope I didn't do it wrong."
As she noticed the worry in his voice, Laurel turned to the auburn-haired boy and smiled warmly. How could she tell this innocent youngster that he had fixed what had been bothering her for months. Would he understand if she told him that she felt like a woman again, instead of a piece of traveling machinery that turned out photographs of school children.
School children? The smile faded from her face as she suddenly began to comprehend exactly what she had just done. Jonathan was a child a fifteen year old who had never even kissed a girl before this afternoon! My God, what kind of monster was she? With great effort, she tried to rearrange the smile on her face again while the youngster waited expectantly for an answer.
"It was lovely, dear," she said carefully. "I mean, I really liked it very much. But you do understand that you mustn't tell anyone. And we can't do this again."
The youth's face fell noticeably. "Why?" he demanded uncertainly. "You liked it, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did," she admitted, suddenly shamefaced and shy before his innocent bewilderment. How could she hurt a boy so tender and inexperienced? She wondered. And yet she had to, or he might do something ridiculous, like running away to follow her on her schedule. Already she could see the light of infatuation in his green eyes. She had to. Bracing herself for his reaction, she went on, "But you're a little younger than most of the men I know."
Laurel almost flinched from the pain and anger that suddenly showed in the boy's expression. For a moment, he seemed to be on the verge of tears, but then, abruptly, he turned away and began pulling on the clothes that were scattered around his chair.
"Okay," he mumbled thickly, obviously choking back the sobs that were rising in his throat. "I understand. Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore."
Oh, darling, I didn't mean it. You were wonderful! You were more of a man than I've known in years! The thoughts screamed in her brain, but he could not hear them and she dared not speak them aloud. The naked blonde nodded silently as she watched him dress. Regret, remorse and horror were flooding uncontrollably into her mind now and she knew she would have a sleepless night in the motel tonight. How could she have done it? How?
Jonathan was dressed now and he walked to the door and unbolted it. He started to open it, but then stopped, turning to stare at her. "Well, at least I know how to do it now, huh?" he asked Laurel, his voice flat and joyless. "And if you'd do it with me, I guess I could find a girlfriend here."
The lovely older woman felt like rushing over to him to give him a comforting embrace. But she stood still, praying that he would accept her decision to end it. "Of course, Jonathan," she assured him. "You're a wonderful, sweet boy!"
He gazed at her, his heart in his eyes, and shrugged, "Just not sweet enough, I guess," he observed gloomily.
Before she could answer, he had opened the door and slipped out into the corridor. The door closed behind him, leaving her alone in the empty classroom.
CHAPTER SIX
By the time Laurel drove into the parking lot of the "Welcome Inn" that evening, the curvaceous blonde was just tipsy enough to nearly drive the car into one of the concrete retaining posts at the edge of the parking space she had chosen. She slammed her foot down on the brake pedal just in time to avoid badly denting the right front fender, though she was afraid to look and see if any of the paint had been scraped off the car. The Chevrolet had been loaned to her by the photography company and she did not want to know if she had broken another rule that evening.
God knows, she thought wryly, she had broken just about every other rule on the company's list. She could not actually remember if they had said anything about seducing students but, she mused dimly, she was certain that it was frowned upon. And, as if that were not enough of a black mark against her, she had also violated the first "don't" in the company policy. She had actually gone unescorted to a bar in the town she was visiting.
The lush-bodied photographer twisted out of the car and fumbled a moment with the key before she could insert it into its hole and lock the door. Well, you break one rule, you might as well break them all she thought with a careless shrug as she stared out into the darkness beyond the brightly illuminated motel parking lot. Then, realizing the absurd silliness of her thought, she squared her shoulders and made an effort to think more soberly.
It was a futile effort. Just when she thought she had composed herself sufficiently well to face the motel deskman and ask for her room key, she recalled how she had been chased though the high school corridors by the janitor. The remembrance caused her to lean against the car in a fit of giggles. After Jonathan had left, she had just finished washing up in the nearest girls' room when she heard the clanging and banging of the cleaning man's buckets and mops being moved down the hallway. Now with the comforting warmth of the several martinis she had tossed down in the bar two blocks from the school, she could laugh about her frightened dash through the school hallway with the whiskered old man running after her, yelling, "Come back, you young vandal! I'll see that your parents hear about this!"
Now, looking back, Laurel supposed she should simply have introduced herself to the janitor and told him she'd stayed late to check her camera equipment. But it didn't really matter. He had obviously thought she was a student and it was probably just as well. If Jonathan ever told anyone about what had happened in the classroom after school...
The terrifying thought sobered her more effectively than all her previous efforts and she quickly walked into the lobby. The lovely golden-haired woman barely had time to retrieve her room key from the desk before a well-dressed blond man walked out of the bar and hurried up to her.
"Hi, what happened? Did you get lost on your way back from the high school?"
At the sound of the familiar voice, Laurel whirled around and her blue eyes suddenly widened as she remembered the date she had made to eat dinner with Steve Merrill this evening. As she smiled up at the handsome blond man, her mind raced, trying to think of a good excuse for not seeing him this evening. She couldn't, she told herself. She was too overwrought, not to mention being a little tipsy. She had to get away, back to her own room where she could think in peace.
"Oh, hello, Steve," she said slowly, trying desperately to conceal the effects of the martinis she had drunk earlier in the bar in Sullivanville.
"As a matter-of-fact... yes, I did get lost. And I've got a splitting headache now. Do you think we could just call it off tonight."
The vice-principal grimaced at her-lie. "Now, come on. I can understand playing hard to get," he grinned down at her, "but not when you're going to be leaving town. Why, I may never see you again."
"Well, I'm really sorry but I've had a very difficult day," the pretty blonde said with more truthfulness. "I... I feel like I might faint if I don't lie down."
Steve Merrill's pale eyebrows arched a half-inch on his forehead. Then, his grin broadening, he took her hand and began to steer her toward the bar. "What you need is a good martini," he advised her. "As a matter-of-fact, they're still saving the one you left last night."
"Oh, please," Laurel protested, but more weakly as her brain began to spin again from the martinis she had already drunk. "I don't think... well, maybe just one."
"Haven't I heard that line before?" the man beside her laughed delightedly as he pulled a chair out for her at the same table they had occupied the night before. Signaling to the waiter who was waiting beside the bar, he called, "Two martinis, please. We're shooting this scene again."
His antics were not lost on Laurel who had begun to laugh as he gesticulated wildly around the cocktail lounge that was still without customers, except the two of them. "Lights! Camera!" he commanded of the grinning waiter who was just bringing their drinks. Then, with a dramatic flourish, he sat down in the chair opposite Laurel and announced, "Well, let's try it again now. Mrs. Kent, would you care to have dinner with me tonight?"
For a moment, Laurel was too convulsed with giggles to answer, but she managed to nod her head in agreement. But then, suddenly, she remembered what she had done that afternoon and her hilarity faded immediately. "No, I can't," she quickly amended her answer. "I'd love to but... I'm really exhausted."
The failure of his comic effort to charm her seemed to leave Steve considerably deflated and his expression changed to one of friendly concern. "I don't understand," he said. "Is this your normal reaction to a working day, or did you have a particularly gruesome experience today."
His sympathetic words melted even more of Laurel's reserve but she cautiously evaded his question. "Oh, everyone has bad days, I guess."
"But what happened," the man insisted, obviously worried by her words. "Did one of the youngsters harass you? Just tell me and I'll make sure he hears about it."
"Quite the contrary," Laurel admitted ruefully, then suddenly clamped her mouth shut as she realized what she had said.
It was too late. She could see Steve's eyes narrowing as he struggled to comprehend her words. Suddenly anxious to clean up her error, fine quickly added, "Of course, it wasn't anything. I... I told him I'd sh... show him the camera... after school..." Her voice faded to a shaky whisper as she realized that every word was adding to her guilt.
"You were with a student after school?" Steve inquired with apparent disinterest. "No wonder you're so tired. Don't you get enough of them during the day?"
By that time, Laurel's nerves were so overwrought that she could not recognize the guile in his voice. "N... no, you don't understand," she whispered urgently, abruptly succumbing to the need to confess her awful deed to someone, anyone! "I did something terrible, Steve! God, I barely can stand to think about it!"
"Wait! This isn't the place to talk about it." Steve suddenly warned her with a meaningful glance toward another party of people who were entering the cocktail lounge. He dug into his pocket and came up with two dollars that he placed on the table beside their untouched drinks. Then, pushing his chair back, he rose and motioned for her to follow him as he walked out of the room.
The pretty blonde-haired woman felt as though she were on the brink of a complete nervous collapse as she rose from her seat and hurried after the blond man. God, what had possessed her to say that to him? she wondered anxiously. And what was he going to do now? For one fatal moment, she had forgotten she was talking to the vice-principal of the high school and now... now, she supposed that he would take her to the police. Well, what did she expect, she thought bitterly as she tentatively approached the man who was impatiently waiting for her in the center of the lobby. A prison was probably the right place for a child molester like her.
"Give me your room key," Steve said quietly when she arrived beside him.
"My what? But you can't come in there," she protested as she suddenly remembered the company rule about having men in her motel room. "I might be fired if anyone found out."
The fair-haired man looked down at her and shook his head in disbelief at her words. "Laurel, that's the least of your worries right now," he admonished her harshly. "Now let's go where you can tell me about this in private. Maybe I can help you if you tell me exactly what happened, from beginning to end. You could be in very serious trouble."
He wanted to help her! Laurel could not hold back the tears of sheer gratefulness that spontaneously filled her blue eyes as she nodded in silent acquiescence. Right now, she needed a friend more than anything else, and it appeared that she'd found one. Thank God, she had been wrong about Steve Merrill.
Showing the man beside her the key she still held in her hand, Laurel led him down the motel corridor to her room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"He was upset, but he got dressed and left," Laurel concluded her tale about a half-hour later. She was sitting tensely on the edge of the double bed in her motel room, twisting her hands in her lap as she stared anxiously at the man sitting in the armchair a few feet away. "Then I almost got caught by the janitor when I was in the girls' washroom for a few moments, but I ran away. He thought I was a student."
"You were lucky," Steve commented. "Or do you do this sort of thing very often? Perhaps you've learned to cover your tracks."
The shapely blonde jumped to her feet, her eyes suddenly blazing with anger. "How can you say such a thing!" she cried out in protest. "I told you why it happened. It's just that I was upset and... and I've been without a man for such a long time! If you can't understand that, you'd better leave right now. I thought you were going to help me!"
"Oh. I will if I can," Steve assured her quickly, rising to move closer to her. "But you've just admitted what your problem really is, haven't you?"
"What do you mean?" she asked through clenched teeth, her voice rising in indignation.
"Just that I think you're a lovely, but very mixed up woman," he said calmly as he stared into her eyes. "You have problems, but they're not going to be solved by asking a boy to do a man's job."
Before Laurel could argue further, he took one step closer and took her chin in his hand, pressing his mouth against the softness of her lips. She gasped and struggled for a sudden panicky second and then he let her go.
"You... you're crazy," Laurel hissed angrily at him. "You really don't understand at all. You're just like every other man I've ever known, interested in nothing but your own selfishness! Now, get out of my room this minute!"
"Not on your life," he smiled back at her. "You might think you want me to, but I know you're fooling yourself. Why don't you just call the manager and have me thrown out of here?"
Laurel stared at him incredulously for a moment, then nodded curtly. "AH right, I will," she said, and turned away to reach for the telephone beside the bed. Her hand stopped just before it reached the receiver and she whirled around to face him again, her face tight with fury. "You monster!" she cried. "You know I can't do that. My company would find out and I'd be fired!"
"And there we have your priorities, my dear," he observed dryly. "Your job before your honor
"No!" Laurel protested in horror at his appraisal of her.
"But, your senses before your good sense, as you saw this afternoon," he concluded with a little chuckle. "A natural woman. I like that very much."
The curvaceous photographer was unable to reply. Her gaze dropped to the floor and she began to gnaw nervously at one of her knuckles. No one had ever said such a thing about her and she hadn't a clue as to what he meant. Whatever it was, she didn't like it, she decided quickly, and she most certainly didn't trust him.
"You talk very well and very fast, Mr. Merrill," she coldly answered. "But you're wrong. Now please leave me alone."
To her astonishment, he did nothing but slip his arms quickly around her waist and pull her tightly against his hard, masculine body. Frantically, she twisted in his arms but her protests were quickly choked off again by Steve's mouth pressing hard against hers. His tongue flicked into her mouth and she felt her body beginning to betray her for the second time that day. She struggled to escape from him but his strength was too great and, chuckling heartlessly, he pushed her back down onto the bed.
"You enjoyed sucking and fucking that helpless youngster this afternoon," he jeered cruelly down at her. "Let's see what a real man does for you!"
"Please, don't talk like that," she begged him weakly, the lewd words already exciting her just the way they had done earlier in the afternoon when she had been the aggressor.
"I think you should get a little of your own medicine, my dear," he grinned evilly as he lay down on the bed beside her. Grasping her hips, he pulled her around so that they were facing each other and ground his pelvis tightly against hers.
"No, it was just a mistake. I... I didn't m.. . mean to do it! Be reasonable!" she whimpered, trying to keep her voice as low as possible in case someone in the motel should hear her.
"Why should I? Think of that poor kid. Laurel. He's probably at home crying his eyes out tonight, wondering what hit him," he whispered, his voice harshly accusing. "Maybe you should get a little sample of what he feels like." As he ground his body against her, his mouth locked wetly over hers, and the burgeoning hardness in his trousers pressed against the soft plane of her belly through their clothing.
"Please! Don't do this!" she begged, tears again filling her eyes. There was no way to resist him without alerting the entire motel to the fact that she had a forbidden man in her room. God, at this point, she was beginning to wish she had never fled that dreadful swapping party. If only she had stayed with Russell, her life might not have been pleasant but at least it would have been better than this!
Her entire body stiffened as she felt Steve begin to massage the soft white cheeks of her buttocks from behind, pulling her loins harder against his. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting with all her strength against the sudden uncontrolled sensations that were beginning to course through her loins.
"You have a fantastic body, Laurel," he whispered into her ear. "I think I'm going to enjoy this as much as you are."
"You're insane," she hissed at him. He slipped one hand around her body to caress one of her breasts through her dress. Furiously helpless, she groaned, "I hate you!"
"You lie," he laughed knowingly, pressing his hand down between them to the softness of her belly.
Laurel gasped as she felt the hem of her skirt being slowly pulled up until it reached the very top of her thighs and his fingers suddenly came into contact with the softness of her exposed flesh. Squirming desperately in the circle of his arm, she felt an almost electrical sensation tingling over the smooth, white flesh of her legs as Steve's finger slowly wormed under the tight elastic leg-band of her panties. He relentlessly wormed his hand deeper between her legs until she felt his finger come to rest on the sensitive naked lips of her cunt, teasing thrillingly at the light, silky covering of pubic hair.
Her hands were securely locked against her chest as his other arm drew her body more tightly against him, but still she wriggled frantically, trying to escape him and her own guilty lust. It was a futile battle and she sobbed helplessly as the finger played for a moment over the lips of her pussy, then suddenly curled up into the moist slit, teasing gently at the quivering bud of her clitoris.
Knowing that she was already moist and slippery from the unwanted desire that was permeating her entire body, Laurel was shamefully humiliated by her own reaction. She breathed deeply in an agonized attempt to hold back the groan of pleasure she felt building deep in her chest. Even if she couldn't stop him, she would somehow have to keep herself from surrendering to his skillful touch. She had to resist, she told herself angrily... she had to fight it!
"Come on, tell me how much you hate it," the blond man whispered mockingly as though he could read her thoughts. Chuckling at her stricken expression, he went on persuasively, "Why don't you just relax and enjoy it. You would never have seduced that youngster if we'd done this last night."
In her despairing misery, Laurel could find no answer to his logic. He was right, of course. And she knew it would do her no good to fight him, no matter how repulsive his tactics. In a final effort to preserve the remaining vestiges of her dignity, she nodded.
"All right, Steve. You win," she said in a voice devoid of all emotion. "I guess it doesn't make any difference now."
The lovely golden-haired woman tried not to think about what was happening to her as, for the second time that day, a male hand unzipped the back of her dress. She was resigned now and cooperated without a struggle as he pulled the garment over her head. The snaps of her brassiere came next and she heard him sigh in obscene appreciation as her full white breasts were exposed to his gaze. Then, almost before she realized what he was doing, Steve had sat up beside her on the bed, his fingers hooked in the elastic waistband of her panties, drawing them slowly down over the flaring curves of her hips. A moment later, they had joined the other clothing that had been tossed over the edge of the bed.
She was completely nude now and Steve gazed at her, his eyes beginning to gleam with excitement. He leaned over her and she felt his mouth press into the yielding flesh of her belly. His lips moved lightly downward to her dark pubic triangle and then, suddenly, his tongue flicked hotly down between her legs into the moist slit of her vagina. Abruptly realizing what he planned to do to her and, knowing all too well what her reaction would be, Laurel clamped her legs more tightly together.
"No, please, Steve. Don't do that to me," she sputtered brokenly. "It... it's not right.. . "
"Ah, you're getting nervous now?" the handsome blond inquired delightedly. "You ready to say 'uncle'? "
Laurel stared at him in astonishment for a moment, barely able to believe she was hearing right. Had this all been some sort of game to shame and humiliate her? Steve's face was wearing that same lop-sided grin that had so enchanted her last night and, as she felt his hands trailing teasingly down the inside of her thighs, gently pushing them apart, she shrugged and said uncertainly, "Okay, if that's what you want. Uncle."
'Too late," he told her.
Then, quickly, before she had time to understand what he was doing, the fair-haired man climbed between her knees and positioned himself between her wide-spread limbs. As she struggled to close her legs again, he chuckled unsympathetically down at her. "Why don't you scream? Maybe someone will come in and save you."
"Oh, you animal," she growled in angry frustration as he kneeled before her spread-eagled form and casually removed his sport jacket and tie. "Why can't you leave me alone?" she asked in desperation as she saw him lewdly lick his lips in anticipation of the ravishment of her defenseless vagina.
"Because it's more fun to watch you fall apart," he said, leering at the pink moist flesh of her naked pussy. "I'm going to kiss and lick your cunt until you're begging to be fucked."
Laurel shuddered with unwilling excitement as she felt him parting her pubic hair and slowly drawing apart the coral-hued lips of her vagina, exposing the tight moist slit of her sex to his inflamed gaze. She turned away from the sight of his lustfully grinning face, searching the room for anything which would distract her from what this infuriating man was about to do. But before she could locate an object of sufficient interest, her body jerked in an uncontrollable spasm of pleasure as Steve's lips clamped down over the quivering mound at the base of her belly.
"Oh, God! Ooooooooh!" the voluptuous blonde breathed as he planted wet, teasing kisses all over the swollen lips of her vagina. She felt her resistance giving way, collapsing before the attack, and she tumbled headlong into sensual surrender as his tongue flicked lightly over the quivering opening of her vagina.
The incredibly thrilling sensations of his mouth and tongue playing over her burning pussy made her forget, almost instantaneously, every objection her mind had fostered. She began to wriggle and squirm her hips in ungovernable little circular motions, trying to get more of the delicious contact, but Steve held back, deliberately taunting her with sharp little stabs of his tongue against her stiffly erect clitoris. Then, suddenly, his head lifted from between her legs and Laurel saw the good-looking blond man grinning fiendishly up at her through the valley of her breasts.
"You like it?" he asked.
Laurel stared down at him and thought that she had never hated anyone the way she hated this man. But it didn't matter, she had to surrender to him, no matter what he did or said. He had somehow ignited all the lustful feminine impulses in her being until she felt like one flaming mass of passion. If she wasn't satisfied soon, she felt like she might lose her mind.
"Yes, I like it," she admitted gaspingly, wincing at the sight of his knowing smile.
Then, suddenly, the breath rushed from her lungs in a great gasp as his head dipped down again and his lips began to suck, drawing the warm soft folds of her cunt lips deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue still working exquisitely over her straining clitoris. The sensations were almost more than she could bear, and Laurel groaned rapturously as the hot probing tongue worked its way up and down the length of the narrow slit, starting at her lower belly and slipping down over her pussy to the soft yielding crevice of her buttocks.
As he crouched between her thighs, the vice-principal grinned triumphantly, then flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her throbbing cunt.
The unexpected wetly searing intrusion of the sensitive, rubbery ring brought a cry of shock from between Laurel's passion-clenched teeth. Russell had never done anything like that to her. Her hips ground frantically down into the mattress as new, unfamiliar sensations raced wildly through her writhing body.
"Oh, Steve, yessssss," she mewled as he stabbed again and again into the throbbing rear opening of her loins. Her body quivered unrestrainedly beneath the overpowering assault on her senses and a wave of tiny goose bumps rippled across her belly and full, heaving breasts.
Between her legs, Steve worked eagerly, delighting in the feeling of her soft moist pubic hair brushing against his cheeks. A feeling of elation was filling him. He had come to Sullivanville two years before to fill the post of vice-principal and, since then, the small town had offered little in the way of diversion. Yet, this week, this beautiful photographer had come into his life, like a gift from heaven, and he had been determined to take advantage of her exciting presence in the town. His persistence had paid off, he decided happily.
Now, her impassioned groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the steaming crevice of her pussy. He wanted her to be pleading for his cock when he finally got ready to ram it into her. She was almost there. Before he'd come to Sullivanville, Steve had enjoyed many women's bodies, and yet he'd never seen one get so hot so fast. She had told him she needed a man and she was going to get one tonight!
Laurel felt as though her body was on fire. Her loins jerked upward, straining to bury the flicking tongue to its roots. Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained upward toward that maddening probe between her legs. She wondered momentarily how she would ever be able to face herself again after allowing two males to make love to her in the same day, and then she realized that it wasn't really important at all. What had happened this afternoon with Jonathan had been a mistake, a ghastly, cockeyed mistake. But this, tonight, was what she had been needing for months.
Passion was building in her body faster than she could control it. Her drawn-up legs opened and closed around the blond head that was licking relentlessly at her blazing pussy. The tendons in her neck pulled taut as she reached down to claw at Steve's fair hair, guiding his face toward the palpitating opening in her cunt.
Steve chuckled in lascivious delight as her hands forced his face directly over her eagerly working vagina. His lips rounded and covered the hungrily clasping opening and he thrust his tongue deep down into it, bringing a deep, husky groan from the woman whose soft thighs now closed in convulsive surrender around his bobbing head. He could feel his penis throbbing with hardness inside his trousers as her hands desperately clawed at his hair, and he suddenly knew that this was the time. He had to fuck her now!
Laurel thrashed and moaned on the bed, while the whirlpool of sensation continued to build in her loins. All that mattered to her now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her like tiny pricking needles of fire. Then, suddenly, she gasped and cried out angrily as the wonderful ministrations of Steve's tongue abruptly ceased, just as she was about to explode into mind-boggling climax.
"Steve! Come back! For God's sake don't leave me like this," she beseeched him as she saw the blond man rise up from the bed on which she was sprawled shamelessly. She was so wantonly aroused now that she did not care what she sounded like. She was so close... so close! She would be able to cum in a minute if only he would just come back and resume his relentless licking and sucking of her burning pussy.
Steve stood erect on the floor before the bed and stared down the length of her beautiful, eager body. His face and mouth glistened wetly with the juices of her sex as he smiled down at her and reached up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. "Just tell your hot pussy to hold on a minute," he grinned down at her as he hurriedly stripped the garment away from his upper body and then began to work at his belt. "I think you're ready to be fucked, Laurel. And I'm going to screw you until there's nothing left for that kid. I have to protect my students," he chuckled lewdly.
Even dazed as she was by the lust that pulsed through her body, Laurel could not help smiling back at him. "Yes, and you do your job so well, Steve," she purred huskily back at him. As the blond man bent to pull his trousers off his legs, she held her arms out in an impassioned welcome. "Hurry, please, Steve. I'm dying for it!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Laurel wriggled eagerly on the bed as Steve neatly draped his clothes over the armchair where he had been seated earlier in the evening. He moved slowly and deliberately, as though trying to prolong the tantalizing moments of anticipation as long as possible. And despite the desperation churning in her loins, the waiting blonde-haired woman really didn't mind the waiting. Her eyes traveled happily over the vice-principal's muscular, well-formed body as he stood with his back to her.
As humiliating as it had been a while ago when Steve first started to force his caresses on her body, she was glad now that he was making love to her. The only shame was, as he had said, that it had not happened last night. The idea of how she had seduced that fifteen year old student this afternoon still horrified and frightened the lovely photographer, and she doubted if Steve or anyone else could help her if the boy ever decided to tell his parents about what she had done. The very thought made her jittery and apprehensive, and she suddenly clenched her eyes shut in an anxious effort to block the unpleasant idea from her mind.
Then, she felt the bed shift under her as Steve's weight crawled between her thighs. She opened her eyes and smiled at him, but the expression froze on her face as she first caught sight of the hardened shaft of flesh that jutted up from his groin. God! It was huge! She had always thought Russell's penis was large, but this....
She wondered how it would ever fit into her vagina without hurting her. She tried to imagine the lust-swollen instrument buried in the tightness of her pussy, and a quiver of fear coursed through her.
"It... It's so big," Laurel managed to stutter out in her hesitancy.
The naked blond man stared down at her in sardonic amusement. "Well, I guess it is bigger than what you've been getting lately," he chuckled unsympathetically. "But you'll get used to it, baby, and when I'm finished with you, I don't think you'll be satisfied with little boys anymore."
Steve bent down over her prostrate body, fastening his lips around the nipple of her heaving right breast. She groaned at the sudden sensation of pleasure while his hand pressed down on the softness of her hip, pinning her to the mattress. His lips skillfully explored the white trembling mounds of her breasts, causing a blissful twitch of delight to surge into her loins below. Her buttocks began a slow impatient grinding down into the bedspread. She could feel the hardness of his fleshy rod brush against her thigh as he crouched over her, and she hungrily reached down to grasp the thickly inflated shaft, forcing everything else from her brain.
The vice-principal moved up over her body, gasping as the warmth of her hand closed around his stone-hard member. He felt her tremble as she guided it up the valley between her thighs, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised between the palpitating lips of her vagina. Quivering half in fear and half in anticipation, she opened her thighs wider apart and placed her trembling hands on his buttocks, awaiting his first thrust.
Laurel winced and held her breath as he pressed his hips down toward her waiting loins. The elastic-rimmed tightness of her vagina momentarily resisted the intrusion of the blunt, rubbery head of his penis, but suddenly, the massive tip slipped through the opening. It had been too many months since she had been penetrated by a mature male organ, and now she quivered as the bloated cudgel sunk another cruel inch inside of her. She felt as though her thighs were being split apart from the pressure of the massive fleshy penetration.
"Please, Steve, stop! You're hurting me!" she gasped urgently. "I can't stand it!"
"Sure you can," he chuckled unfeelingly down at her. "Don't fight it."
Then, suddenly, she saw his grin fade and a contorted expression of sheer animal lust replaced it. He couldn't hold back another moment. Whether she was ready or not, he had to fuck her now, and quick! Ramming forward with all the strength in his thighs and buttocks, Steve plunged his lust-inflated cock all the way into the heated depths of her cringing pussy. It speared forward, driving the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it, until he felt his balls slap tightly against her buttocks as she screwed her ass-cheeks frantically down into the mattress in an attempt to escape the sudden brutal impalement.
Laurel writhed miserably beneath him, feeling the hot searing pain of his sudden penetration burning her tortured insides. She flexed her buttocks, straining to force out the monstrous invading penis, but the clenching of her internal muscles seemed only to excite him more. The fleshy rod pulsed excitedly deep in her belly, seeming to burrow deeper and deeper with every movement she made.
Finally, in spite of her anguish, the blonde's body began to again demand fulfillment. She could feel the hard blunt tip of Steve's cock pressing hard against her cervix and the pulsing stiffened flesh that filled her more completely than she'd ever been filled before. Her entire body was tingling with sensual hunger, and suddenly all her physical sensation seemed to roll together into one great fiery ball of yearning for more. Her cunt contracted involuntarily around the buried thickness of Steve's penis as the lascivious desire raced through her mind.
The pain began to seem only a part of the greater pleasure she was seeking. Unconsciously, she drew back her legs, opening her hungry pussy ever wider to his assault as Steve Merrill began to slowly piston his cock into her belly. Her body seemed to be twitching and bucking of its own will, and she began a slow rhythmic undulation of her hips to meet each of the man's long, driving strokes.
The blond man slipped his hand down her curvaceous side and wedged them under the soft round globes of her wriggling buttocks, cupping them hotly, one in each hand. He had sensed her last bit of resistance fading away, and now his efforts were bent toward making this encounter as exciting as possible for both of them. The handsome vice-principal could barely believe his luck in encountering this incredibly sensual woman here in Sullivanville, but he planned to make the best of it while he could.
He could feel her satin-fleshed ass-cheeks flexing and relaxing, shuddering in his fingers as he clamped his hands tightly around them. He jerked her tighter to his loins and felt her straining her thighs further back the moist warm hole of her cunt flowering to even greater depths to welcome his pillaging member.
Laurel did not even try to comprehend what was happening to her body, the new wave of arousal that was electrifying her entire being. She was only aware that the pain was suddenly giving way to a maddening tingling that began deep within her womb and spread relentlessly over the raw nerve ends of her flesh. There was no longer any conscious thought in her mind, only the ecstasy of lying beneath this man who was fucking her as she had never been fucked before.
"Oh, baby! You're so good!" Steve murmured encouragingly down at her as he felt the beautiful photographer's naked body increase the tempo of its gyrations, up and down, faster and faster with each passing second. The urgency of her thrust became more pronounced, her teeth baring with lust as she strained toward orgasm. He drove rhythmically into the eagerly working wetness of her pussy. Then he grinned as a new, stimulating idea came into his mind, and he slid his finger down over the tight skin of her buttocks until he found the tiny puckered hole of her anus cradled below her clasping cunt.
"Hey!" Laurel gasped in angry protest as she suddenly felt his finger worming into the sensitive opening of her anus. Wriggling in irritation at the strange distraction, she tried to dislodge the second impalement of her loins, but to no avail. He pushed more vigorously, causing her feet to twist madly in the air, her toes curling spasmodically against the bottoms of her feet.
"Steve, stop that!" she moaned frantically.
But the fair-haired man only grinned at her complaints and began to work his finger around inside the narrow back passage, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. Through the thin wall of membrane separating her anus from her cunt, he could feel the sperm-bloated ridge at the bottom of his penis smoothly sliding in and out like a well-oiled piston moving in its cylinder.
The angry cries of displeasure diminished to mewling whimpers of confusion. Then, as her anus gradually became accustomed to the unnatural invasion, she began to moan again with mindless pleasure, new sensations of delight surging through her loins. She was hopelessly impaled now on the stone-hard cock in her cunt, and his finger shoved tightly into her anal-hole. Lost in the exciting dual ravishment of her loins, she began to mewl beneath him in helpless abandon.
Steve began to fuck into her pussy with long, powerful strokes that drove her body relentlessly back across the mattress. The motel bed began to squeak slightly below them, in time to the two tightly entwined bodies struggling wildly against each other. The sound of their deep straining groans filled the air of the tiny room, mingling with the noise of flesh smacking against sweat-soaked flesh and the viscous sucking sound of Steve's cock pistoning in and out of Laurel's wildly contracting vagina.
"Oh, fuck me... fuck me... fuck me..." Laurel chanted beneath Steve, almost incoherent in her desire. Her lovely face was contorted in an almost unrecognizable mask of shameless lust, and her body met each of Steve's pounding lunges with her own rhythmic thrashing.
Then the golden-haired woman gasped as she suddenly felt the head of the deeply sunk penis beginning to flare into hugeness within her belly. Sensing that he was about to erupt within her, she jerked her hips greedily upward toward Steve's loins, clasping at his penis with the muscles of her pussy and tightening her anus around the finger that sawed in and out of her stretched back passage.
Overwhelmingly, it began to spurt within her, and she could feel the thickly hot liquid shooting into her like molten fire. A long, husky moan erupted from her throat as she splayed her legs high into the air, as wide apart as they would go to give the jerking cock and invading finger greater access to her loins.
At that moment, her own climax washed over her with shattering power, and the walls of her pussy clasped greedily around the throbbing penis, vibrating, thrilling around his jerking thickness. The juices of her ecstasy joined his sperm and overflowed from her drenched vagina as her nostrils flared wide, and long gasping breaths escaped from her burning lungs.
Even though she was almost too tired to move, Laurel did not want it to stop, not ever! She desperately reached down and under her squirming buttocks to milk frantically at the testicles that pressed into the split of her behind. Her legs flailed out on either side of Steve's body while his pulsing member continued to spew out its heated load.
"Oh, fill me, darling, fill me," she moaned breathlessly as the sperm continued to spurt into her pussy and foamed out the contracting fleshy lips around the base of his cock, soaking the soft surrounding pubic hair. He bent to kiss her, and she sucked voraciously at the stabbing tongue that flicked deep into her mouth. At last, Steve's penis began to deflate, the last drop sucked from it. He collapsed across her body as she too finally grew still, her legs falling limply to the coverlet.
For long moments, the two lay motionless on the bed, gasping for breath to fill their lungs. Laurel moaned softly as Steve gently pulled his finger from her ravaged rectum, but otherwise they were silent.
The lovely photographer felt filled and completely satiated, and this time, not all the shame and guilt in the world could burn through the lovely pink haze of contentment that surrounded her. It was Steve who spoke at last as he rolled off her panting body to sprawl on the coverlet beside her.
"Laurel.. . I want to say something," he began, his voice still thick and shaky. "I... Fm sorry I forced you into doing that but I'm not really sorry at all."
Laurel slowly opened her blue eyes and stared uncertainly at the man who lay beside her. To her amazement, he seemed sincere. Nodding and smiling shyly, she murmured, "Me, too, Steve. I'm only sorry that I have just one more night here. I think it's going to be hard to leave."
"One more night?" he repeated in alarm, suddenly realizing that, once she was gone, things in Sullivanville would return to their usual uninteresting state. Propping himself up on one elbow, he stared anxiously down into her lovely, still-flushed face. "But I'll see you tomorrow, at least, won't I?" he demanded. "And maybe after that? Will you be going far away?"
"A hundred miles or so, next week," she admitted ruefully, then laughed at the expression of horror in his eyes. "But I'll get back here to see you, Steve. I don't know how, but I'll do it."
He looked at her suspiciously and asked, "To see me, not Jonathan Everett?"
Laurel stared at him for a moment, stricken by his words. What kind of a woman did he think she was, she wondered nervously. Then, she saw the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.
"Oh, you fool!" she giggled softly, rolling over on top of him to plant fleeting kisses all over his handsome face. "You said something before that was absolutely right. You have ruined me for anyone else!"
"Good," he chuckled and tightened his arms around her. He smiled complacently as she snuggled against the warmth of his body. It was a good thing she was leaving soon, he thought wryly. A girl like her was nothing but bad news for a confirmed bachelor like him.
CHAPTER NINE
Since she walked out on her marriage, Laurel had never enjoyed a day the way she enjoyed that Friday at work in Sullivanville High School. As she shot photographs of one student after another, she was pleasantly aware of a very slight soreness in the muscles of her buttocks and thighs, a lingering warmth in the sensitive female area between her legs. The night before, Steve had kept his promise to fuck her as she had never been fucked before. The entire next day was lighted and warmed by the afterglow of that fantastic lovemaking session.
More than that, she could look forward to seeing him again that evening. The very thought created a nervous flutter of anticipation in the pit of her stomach, and at intervals during the day, the lovely blonde wondered how she would ever survive until their scheduled meeting in the motel cocktail lounge. After all her months of loneliness and misery, it was almost too much for Laurel to believe that she would find a man waiting for her when she came home that evening.
The whole day seemed to progress as wonderfully as she felt. The youngsters were infected by her blithe spirits and smiled and laughed for their photographs more readily than she had ever seen. Even her fears that Jonathan might return and create another emotional scene began to abate as the hours passed without a sign of him. More than an hour before classes ended, she photographed the last of the youngsters.
Packing up her camera equipment was a bittersweet chore. In a way, she was more happy to leave the high school and its memories of her insane seduction of that innocent youngster. God! Just the thought of him still made her tremble with fear that he might tell someone who would bring the authorities down on her. Illogical as it might be, she could not help thinking that the farther away from Sullivanville, the safer she would be.
Yet, at the same time, every piece of equipment she packed away seemed to bring her closer to the moment she would have to say good-bye to Steve. Rational consideration of their problem told her that it would be very difficult to see him again once she left. The photography company contracted to photograph school children in several neighboring states, and she never knew her own traveling schedule more than a few weeks in advance. Much as she hated the idea, it would probably not be until June, when school was finished, that she would be able to come back and visit Steve. It was a dismaying thought, but at least she had something to look forward to. That was a definite improvement on the way she had been existing before she had met him.
Feeling girlishly shy about asking Steve to help her reload her car after the enchanted moments they had shared the night before, the shapely photographer decided to lug the equipment out to the parking lot herself. Knowing that the handsome vice-principal must be carrying the same sort of glowing contentment that she still retained from the evening's lovemaking, she hated to disturb the spell with such mundane matters as removing her camera gear. It would take a bit longer than it might with a man's greater strength, but no one case was too much for her to carry.
An hour later, Laurel was fitting the last case into the trunk of her car when she heard the dismissal bell ring in the school. A momentary flash of panic struck her as she imagined having to confront an anguished Jonathan there in the high school parking lot, but then she decided to face him bravely if he arrived. In the event that the teenager was not perceptive enough to be discreet in front of the other students, she fatalistically decided that he would probably tell someone sooner or later, anyway. Otherwise, the presence of others around them might make it easier for her to tell the youth once more that yesterday's seduction had been nothing more than a simple mistake of judgment, something that absolutely could not be repeated.
When the last film can was packed into the Chevrolet, she slammed down the trunk and then stood beside the car, anxiously watching the crowd of emerging students for some sign of the auburn-haired teenager. When he did not appear immediately, she began to relax and search the students and teachers flooding out of the school exits for some sign of Steve. How nice it would be, she thought with a smile, if they met here in the parking lot and could drive off together to begin their evening even earlier.
Though she stood leaning against the fender until the stream of people leaving the school had slowed to a mere trickle, there was no sign of either Steve or Jonathan. Most of the other vehicles in the parking area had driven away when she finally shrugged and decided they had both probably left by another exit to the school building. She was never in one school long enough to really work out the floor-plans of the buildings.
The pretty, yellow-haired woman was about to get into her car to go back to the motel when she thought of going back to the classroom for a last check. Ordinarily, she never forgot a thing, but this time she wanted to make sure. It seemed pushing her luck too far to ask the company to retrieve some piece of -equipment left in the school after she had already driven far away. Except for the lovely matter of Steve Merrill, she wanted to forget Sullivanville and all that had occurred there.
Still keeping a watch for some sign of Jonathan, Laurel walked back across the parking lot and into the school building. To her relief, she saw that the hallway was absolutely deserted. Perhaps the youngster had taken her at her word yesterday afternoon, she thought hopefully. He had seemed like an intelligent boy. He probably had understood exactly what she was trying to say to him, no matter how much it injured his feelings. For a moment, she had a little pang of remorse as she remembered the anguished expression on Jonathan's face when she had told him that she could not see him anymore. But then, just as quickly, she admonished herself to forget about it. It was over, she hoped.
Strolling back into the classroom she had used, she found it oddly empty-seeming, with the student desks all pushed to the back of the room and the big camera no longer dominating the center of the floor. A quick search of the floor and shelves was enough to show that she retrieved all her equipment, and the shapely blonde was about to leave when her eyes caught sight of something she had overlooked.
The backdrop! Shaking her head at her own blindness at forgetting the most obvious thing, Laurel lifted the beige blanket from the wooden exhibit frame the school had loaned her to support it behind the students who were photographed. Quickly folding it, she placed it on the wooden chair that held so many unhappy recollections for her, while she looked quickly around the room again. What else could she have forgotten?
Then, suddenly, the woman's throat tightened as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway toward the classroom in which she was standing. Was it Steve, perhaps, planning to help her move her equipment! Or was it Jonathan? Though the thought of the teenager rattled her to the point of making her feel wobbly in the knees, she quickly realized that it was not sexual excitement she felt, but nervousness about facing the youngster again.
To Laurel, there was a world of difference between the violent, unnatural attraction she had felt toward the good-looking boy yesterday afternoon and the mild anxiety she was now experiencing. Steve had kept another of his promises to her, she thought with a contented smile. She would never again be foolish enough to play with a boy when a man could do a better job.
The footsteps came closer and the photographer decided that it must be the youngster coming back for a last try at the older woman who had robbed him of his innocence. Well, at least he had paid enough attention to her words of the previous afternoon to wait until after school to seek her, so that no one would suspect anything, she mused ruefully. But, apparently, he hadn't understood the basic idea that she had no wish to continue the strange affair that she had initiated in a moment of madness. Well, she would simply have to explain it to him again, and this time, she proudly realized, there would be no argument. Laurel knew for sure that Steve had cured the terrible loneliness that had created the monstrous lust in her body.
The sound of the walking feet seemed to hesitate a few yards from the classroom door, and for a moment, she considered simply walking out of the building and ignoring the youngster. He was obviously uncertain or he would have walked right in to speak with her. She quickly decided that that was too cruel. No, she had started this mess and she would end it once and for all this afternoon. Arranging her face into a cool but friendly smile, she walked to the door of the classroom, intending to ask Jonathan inside to speak with her.
The smile dropped from her face as she saw the auburn-haired youth standing a few feet from the door, his head bent in whispered conversation with another youth. Laurel felt an instantaneous shock of revulsion as she recognized the blond boy who had followed Jonathan in the line when she had been taking pictures yesterday morning. Though much had happened to her since then, she still clearly recalled the fair-haired youngster's cocky assumption that he was everything a woman could reasonably desire. A cheeky, revolting little monster, she decided, then became anxious. What was he doing there with Jonathan?
As if in answer to her unspoken question, Laurel suddenly heard a low, malicious chuckle. "Man, you just don't know how to handle these things," said a voice that definitely did not belong to Jonathan. "That broad never would have given me the runaround. Just let me handle her."
"But, Julian, she's really nice," the auburn-haired youth whispered anxiously. "She just made me feel bad."
"Then, she isn't nice, man," the blond boy sneeringly informed his friend. "My brother says you got to put women in their place or they think you're nothing. They'll walk all over you!"
"Really?" Jonathan said softly with more interest in his voice. "Well, what are we going to do?"
Laurel was absolutely dumbfounded by the conversation she was overhearing, and when Jonathan nervously glanced up and saw her standing in the doorway, she could do nothing but stare back at him in astonishment. The blond youth quickly noticed his friend's alerted posture, and when he, too, saw the lovely woman gazing at them, he grasped Jonathan's arm with determination, mumbling, "Come on, man. Don't be chicken. You got to learn some day!"
"What. . . what are you two boys doing here?" Laurel finally blurted out, frightened into speech by the two boys' speedy approach. "Shouldn't you be out of the school by now?"
The blond boy, Julian, gazed at her through half-closed eyes. "Don't try any lines with me, lady," he announced, pushing her into the room. He pulled Jonathan in behind him, then closed and latched the door. "We know you've got a hot pussy. And we're not going to take any crap from you, right, Jonathan?"
"Right!" the auburn-haired youngster agreed with a tremulous attempt at firmness.
The first twinges of dread began to waver in
Laurel's stomach as she stared at the blond youth who was undressing her with his eyes with insulting thoroughness. Her heart sank even further as she glanced at Jonathan and saw the sullen anger in his eyes. What had happened to the sweet, vulnerable youngster she had known 'only yesterday? Had she done this to him?
"Boys, I don't know what you came here for, and I don't want to know," she said shakily. "Jonathan and I may have had a little misunderstanding yesterday, but that's over. I want you both to leave this room right now!"
Neither of the boys made any move to leave, and the fair-haired boy stepped toward her, commanding over his shoulder, "Lock the door, man and pull the shade, like it was yesterday." Then, turning back to Laurel, he said with an evil smile, "It didn't sound like any misunderstanding to me. Except when you got nasty at the end."
"I didn't get nasty," Laurel groaned in desperation, and then flew into a nervous fury as she saw the other youngster pulling down the shade on the door, concealing the room from anyone in the hallway. "If you don't leave me alone this instant, I'll scream. I'm sure there's someone left in the building to hear me."
"I wouldn't do that," the blond boy advised her mockingly. "It might be hard for you to explain how you screwed Jonathan yesterday and told him to come back with one of his little friends this afternoon."
Laurel couldn't believe that this youngster was serious. Appealing to Jonathan, who was still standing quietly by the door, she asked, "You wouldn't say that; would you? That would ruin me... Is that what you want?"
The russet-haired teenager stared at her for a moment, his eyes uncertain, but then he glanced at his friend and seemed to draw strength from him. Standing tall, he stared angrily back at the stunning blonde and spat out, "So what? You didn't care how I felt yesterday. You practically called me a dumb kid and told me not to bother you. I really liked you yesterday, but I don't care about you any more."
"Sure you do, man," Julian quickly chimed in. "She's got a groovy cunt, even if she is a bitch. Isn't that what you told me today?"
"Yeah, that's it," Jonathan agreed dully. He stared unhappily at the ground for a moment, then suddenly grimaced at his friend, exclaiming, "Aw, Julian, let's forget it. I don't want to do this. Let's get out of here."
For one moment, Laurel thought that this bizarre drama was going to end as unexpectedly as it had begun, but then she saw the blond rush over to take his friend's arm and shake him. "Oh man, don't let her get you down. She's just a cunt. Yesterday, she fucked you, so today, you fuck her. Don't you want to come out on top?"
Julian's words seemed to rekindle Jonathan's faltering resentment and Laurel almost winced as the formerly sweet-faced boy glared at her. "You're right, Julian," he decided fiercely. "I'm with you."
"Well, I'm not!" Laurel declared in a last attempt to brazen it out. No matter what they threatened, she did not want to be pulled any deeper into the perverted mess she had started yesterday afternoon. Taking a deep breath, she began to walk toward the door, then halted in the middle of the room as she saw the blond teenager begin to unbuckle his trousers. "Look, I'm leaving. What.. . what are you doing?"
"Oh, I'm just getting undressed for the orgy I was invited to by the photographer lady," he smugly informed her. Then, turning back to Jonathan, he commanded, "You, too, man. Make yourself comfortable. Somebody's going to find us here sooner or later."
"Right on, Julian," the other youth agreed, in a transparent attempt to copy his friend's "hip" jargon.
With that, they both started tearing the clothes off their bodies, grinning and laughing at her apparent shock. The sight was too much for Laurel's shattered nerves, and she collapsed limply onto the wooden chair where she had placed the folded blanket. She could do nothing but gaze around her in stunned horror as the two boys' naked bodies became exposed to her view. Her attempted escape had been a miserable failure, and she knew that she had been successfully blackmailed into the worst corner of her life.
If the situation weren't so nightmarish, the lovely divorcee would have been tempted to laugh at the tragic irony of her dilemma. After fleeing so self-righteously from her husband's infidelity with a neighbor, here she was a few months later, a victim of a fifteen year old boy she had seduced and his diabolical best friend. And there was no question whether these two would want to take full advantage of the situation.
CHAPTER TEN
As if to confirm all her apprehensions, the blond boy suddenly walked up to Laurel and contemptuously pinched one of her breasts through her dress. Her dread advanced to near paralyzing terror as she heard Jonathan snicker vengefully. She wondered momentarily if she would gain anything by trying to reason with the two youngsters, but one look at the ugly expression on Julian's face told her that the boy would gleefully reject any plea for mercy on her part. No, arguing might only make matters worse, she decided in despair. Perhaps her only recourse was to cooperate with them, in the hopes that it would soon be over.
"You say she really likes to suck a prick, huh, Jonathan?" Julian went on as his hand continued to squeeze cruelly at Laurel's breasts. His other hand went down to his own loins to begin stroking the short thick penis that was already beginning to swell from its nest of pale pubic hair. "Man, I really want to try that. None of those girls my brother knows ever want to do it. I want to shoot off right in her mouth!"
"Yeah, you can have her when I'm finished with her, Julian," Jonathan cut in angrily. "I want to fuck her and it isn't going to be on any old chair this time." He moved toward her menacingly, his eyes still flashing from the hurt she had dealt him the afternoon before.
"Oh, no, please," Laurel begged piteously as the two youngsters suddenly grasped her shoulders and hoisted her out of the chair to her feet. In her mind's eye, she could almost see Steve waiting for her in the cocktail lounge, as he would be in a few short hours. What would she say to him after this had happened to her. How would she ever be able to face herself again? "You can't do this to me!"
"Who's going to stop us?" the blond youth sneered. "We can do anything we want and you can't do a damned thing about it!"
"Let's get her clothes off," Jonathan broke in impatiently, his eyes avoiding her beseeching look. "We're wasting time. I want to shove my cock in her pussy again."
Laurel tried to speak but couldn't. Her words seemed to knot in her throat and she could barely catch her breath. A numbing sense of helplessness had overtaken her as she listened to the heartless obscenities spewing from the lips of the two high-school students. This couldn't really be happening to her... not now when everything had seemed to be going so well...
The two boys were too busy stripping away her clothing, their hands eagerly exploring her ripe curves, to pay any attention to the tears of despair that were pouring down her cheeks. And there was nothing she could do to stop them without risking discovery by whoever might still be in the school building. She was outnumbered by the youngsters and their blackmail had placed her at their mercy.
The beautiful photographer stood passively as boyish fingers began to move more and more demandingly over the softness of her now naked flesh, twisting and kneading at the rounded whiteness of her breasts and buttocks. Her feeble attempt to gain her freedom from the pair of youths had been a miserable failure and now it was hopeless to even think of running out of the classroom without her clothes. She could do nothing but gaze wildly around her, trying futilely to shield her full-swelling curves with her hands as the youngsters began to pull her toward the center of the classroom.
"Let's put her on the floor," Julian said excitedly, then ran back to the chair for the blanket he had suddenly seen there. Spreading it on the floor with exaggerated courtesy, "There now, her ass won't get cold when you're shoving it in her, Jonathan," he snickered.
"And when she's sucking your cock," the auburn-haired youth added viciously. "Hey, Laurel, look at Julian's cock. It's hard now, just the way you like them."
Laurel shook her head blindly away from the lewd spectacle of the thickly swollen penis standing out from the blond youth's loins. But then her eyes fell on Jonathan's slender boyish figure and the long slender shaft of flesh that jutted up before his belly. Her mind began to whirl at the realization of what the youngsters had planned for her helpless body. Then, as her blue eyes lingered on the two perfect young males that flanked her sides, she gradually began to lose whatever certainty she had had that she was repelled by her fate. A morbid fascination gripped her mind and she could not tear her eyes away from the tantalizing sight of the youthful male sex organs. She dazedly wondered if it would be as good as it had been with Jonathan alone, yesterday afternoon.
"I'm going to fuck her now," Jonathan suddenly announced, glaring at Laurel as though daring her to disagree. "And I'm going to fuck you like the rotten bitch you are. I let you push me around yesterday, but I know better now!"
Laurel trembled with humiliation as the russet-haired youth grasped her arm and flung her down on the blanket. She moaned in a half-daze of horror and mortification as her body sprawled onto the floor, arms and legs askew. She was aware of the sight of her voluptuous form and for a moment she had an urge to stare back at them in angry defiance. But it was pointless, she knew. In a piteous effort to block it all out of her mind, she closed her eyes and threw one arm up over her face.
A moment later, she felt someone's hand trailing down her belly toward the sensitive mound of her sex. Around her, she could hear the heavy, excited breathing of the two youngsters and she dismally wondered if she would have to endure this same ordeal again and again, just to preserve the guilty secret of her afternoon of shameless weakness in the arms of a fifteen year old high school student.
"Hey, lady, open your eyes," Julian's rasping voice broke into her thoughts. Someone pulled her arm away from her face and shook it viciously. "Open your eyes, cunt. Look what we got for you."
She reluctantly opened her eyes and then winced as she saw the two teenagers crouching on either side of her head, their erect, rigid penises spearing into the air on either side of her face. Staring up behind his phallus to Jonathan's face, the frightened woman again searched for some sign of compassion in his expression, but the boy nervously looked away from her searching gaze. Then, in a harsh voice he whispered down at her, "You know what we're going to do with them? We're going to stuff them in your pussy and into your mouth. How do you like that?"
"Oh, Jonathan," Laurel moaned, shuddering with disgust at his words. "Jonathan, you weren't like this yesterday. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings..."
"Well, he's not," Julian broke in, more forcefully as he suddenly realized what she was trying to do. "At least he found out what kind of a cunt you are. Isn't that right, Jonathan? You were feeling pretty bad until you talked to me, weren't you? Now, we're going to show her who's boss!"
Laurel's hopes rose just the tiniest bit as she saw the auburn-haired youth glance uncertainly from her to his friend, his face a mask of uncertainty as he struggled mentally with what he had heard. He seemed to be teetering on the brink of a decision when suddenly Julian reached down and wound his fingers tightly in her blonde hair.
"Come on, lady," the fair-haired youth prodded her, more harshly this time as his position of leadership was being threatened. "We know you really want us to fuck you, so tell us! Beg for it!"
"Yeah, Laurel, beg," Jonathan chimed in, distracted from his difficult moral struggle by Julian's action. "You wanted it bad enough yesterday."
Laurel looked up at them in indignant disbelief. The idea of such a thing was almost comical and she remained mute before the lewd demand. If nothing else, she could at least refuse them that! She wouldn't give them the pleasure of hearing her beg too. That was just too much!
"I don't think she's going to, Julian." Jonathan whispered to his friend, 'it doesn't matter, I guess."
"Sure it does, man," Julian said, releasing her hair so that her head fell back to the floor. With a satanic smile, he said, "And she's going to say it too. Go on over to the windows, man, and Stand on a chair until somebody sees you."
"Oh no!" Laurel almost shrieked, jerking into a sitting position on the blanket. "Don't do that! Please, Jonathan!"
"Then beg!" the blond boy repeated with greater insolence.
"No! I won't do it," she resisted stubbornly.
"Okay, man, go show everybody what's going on in here," Julian told his friend, turning his head so that Laurel could not see the concealed wink of his eye. "Who knows, maybe the principal will be walking by."
At his words, Laurel suddenly thought of Steve and what he would say if he ever knew what was happening in this classroom. All her newly awakened dreams would be shattered in a single stroke. She couldn't risk that happening, no matter what. Sobbing, her resistance shattered by the hopelessness of her situation, she whispered up at them, "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me, both of you! I don't care what you do!"
As she heard the two boys whoop in triumph, Laurel knew that her downfall was complete. Yesterday afternoon, for the first time in her life, she had allowed herself to lose control over all the things she knew to be right, and now she wished she were dead. It would be better to be lying in her grave than to have to face what she was now a whore, a cheap tramp who pandered to teenage boys. God, what had happened to her?
"Groovy!" Julian crowed triumphantly. "Now, do it, man! Stuff your cock up her belly until she can taste it!"
The other boy laughed nervously at his friend's words, thinking of what was about to happen. It had been different the night before when he had lain weeping in his bed, painfully mortified by the certainty that he had not satisfied his first lover. But now the tables were turned by Julian, whose older brother's advice had worked after all. The gorgeous photographer was going to fuck him again, whether she wanted to or not!
"You hold her still while I get it in," Jonathan commanded nervously. His voice trembled from the thought of what he was going to do to this beautiful older woman and his cock ached even worse than it had yesterday. He dropped to his knees beside her hip and began to run his hands greedily over the lush, white body he remembered so well.
With renewed vigor, Laurel tried to roll away from him, but suddenly she felt Julian's hands pressing down into her shoulders, pinioning her to the floor. Jonathan's hands were on her knees, forcing them apart, despite her desperate efforts to clench her thighs more tightly together. Her face reddened slightly with the strain of the resistance, but it was a hopeless struggle. The breath suddenly surged from her lungs as her strength broke before his persistence. The grinning youth climbed nimbly between her legs as they fell limply apart.
A deep despairing moan fell from Laurel's lips as she saw Jonathan's long slender cock bobbing and weaving in jutting hardness as he crawled closer to the widespread nakedness of her loins. He leaned over her body, clamping his hands hotly over her breasts as she writhed and twisted furiously on the blanket beneath him, inciting his lust even more with her struggles.
"Man, she's really wild," Julian's voice commented in awe from somewhere over her head. "My brother says the wild ones are the best once you get your prick in them. Wow, I can't wait to jam mine right in her mouth!"
The blond youngster's words stung Laurel and all over again, she realized the futility of her resistance. Bitter tears rose to her eyes once again as she relaxed and ceased her struggles. She knew she would have to give in anyway, but she couldn't bear to think of what was about to happen to her. When Steve had made love to her last night, she had thought that all her problems were finally over. God knows, she deserved some enjoyment out of life after her months of work without any real companionship or love. And now... this!
The boys had her in a position where she had no place to turn. There was nothing left now but the degrading submission to their obscene desires. Her body was no more to these near-children than an unwilling vehicle to be used in their heartless quest for sexual knowledge, a search that would only end when each of them had exploded his hot young sperm deep inside her. The idea frightened and repelled her, and yet, there was no point in fighting them anymore.
Crouched between her parted thighs, the reddish-haired Jonathan gazed lustfully down at the vision of her shapely form, curving out at the hips and shoulders from her narrow waist, her two pillowy breasts rising provocatively higher each time she took another deep, shuddering breath. He proudly saw that Julian, too, was staring down at her in the same awe-stricken manner, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement at her nearness. Jonathan was certain that his best friend, though more experienced than he, had never been this close to such a beautiful woman in his life.
The youngster felt his hard penis stabbing up toward the ceiling, throbbing and lurching with the need to be thrust into the narrow slit of pink flesh in the juncture of Laurel's thighs. But still Jonathan waited. He remembered how the beautiful blonde had cold-shouldered him after they had fucked the previous afternoon, and now he was getting even. He wanted to get the most satisfaction he could from the subjugation of her spread-eagled body before he shot his load of boiling cum into her warm, clasping pussy.
"Hey, man, let's do it!" Julian whispered impatiently at his friend. "I'm getting tired of waiting."
Jonathan looked up and stared at the blond youth on the other side of Laurel's prostrate body. The auburn-haired youth knew that it irritated Julian, probably more than he would ever admit, that he, quiet studious Jonathan, had somehow obtained the lovely photographer's surrender. But, Jonathan abruptly decided, this was his own revenge and he wasn't going to be hurried.
"Just wait until I'm ready, Julian," he coolly informed his friend. "I told you before. You can have her when I'm finished with her."
Jonathan grinned at his friend's expression of crestfallen astonishment, then gazed back at the woman lying expectantly on the blanket. He was holding himself back purposefully now, deliberately tormenting the yellow-haired woman in anticipation of the moment when he would thrust forward and slide his tingling cock deep into her belly. He really wanted to make the lovely photographer squirm and enjoy having his penis shoved into her no matter how hard she fought it. That would show Julian that he didn't know everything!
Still not quite certain of how he was going to effect the total surrender of Laurel's senses, the youngster leaned forward and planted a long trail of warm wet kisses down her belly to the dark triangle of her pubic hair. He felt his first thrill of triumph as her body tensed nervously beneath him. Then he bent over further and slid the point of his tongue from her hip over into the indentation of her sex. To his delight, she jerked involuntarily as his face dipped down into the valley between her widespread thighs.
Jonathan looked up to share an excited glance with Julian. Julian's older brother was always talking about a special way that you get a girl to do exactly what you want, and with that glance, the youngsters agreed that now was the perfect time to test the foolproof method.
The auburn-haired youth slowly moved his face downward until his lips were a scant few inches from the soft pubic hair that covered the sensitive lips of Laurel's pussy. He slipped his hand down between her thighs and placed his fingertips on the fleshy hair-fringed lips of her vagina, his nostrils flaring as the sweet odor of her sex drifted incitingly toward him. Swallowing deeply, he pulled the soft lips apart and her glistening, coral-hued inner flesh suddenly flowered open to his gaze. It was satiny smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was visible, gleaming wetly on the pinkness.
Laurel shifted nervously on the carpet. Why didn't they just take her and let her go? she wondered anxiously. She could see Jonathan crouched between her thighs and feel his fingers on the sensitive outer flanges of her pussy. But what was he doing? Then, as she saw the auburn-haired youngster look up and wink at the other youth, who was still holding her shoulders securely to the blanket, she felt a stab of apprehension.
"Please-ooooooh!"
As she started to speak, Jonathan had taken a deep breath and expelled it into the open crevice of her loins. Almost as if in reply, Laurel's voice faded and a faint groan of pleasure escaped from between her open lips. After the brutality of the boys' blackmail threats, the gentle pleasure of the boy's warm breath fanning her exposed vagina had a doubly powerful effect on her senses. Her muscles that had been tensed with anger only a few minutes before, suddenly began to relax into soft receptiveness. A long, low sigh escaped her lips as she felt another rush of the warm moist air float over the tingling slit of her vagina.
Almost trembling with excitement as he heard her first soft murmur of surrender, Jonathan pressed his face forward, pushing his open mouth hard against the moist warmth of Laurel's pussy. He felt the lovely woman squirming nervously and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so she couldn't slip away. Mentally reviewing everything Julian had ever told him about his brother's method with girls, Jonathan flicked his wet tongue past his lips, sliding it up between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt.
Her gasp of pleased surprise resounded through the classroom and Julian left his post by her shoulders to hurry round her body. He crowded close to Jonathan for a better view of the ravishment of the woman's soft pink pussy by the auburn-haired boy's tongue. Her buttocks began to jerk rhythmically as Jonathan curled and flicked the tip of his tongue deep inside her helplessly quivering pussy, working with more and more confidence.
"Wow, man, you're really doing it," Julian gasped in awe at the sight of the lovely woman's sensual reaction to the boyish tongue working furiously over her pussy. "She really likes it, Jonathan!"
The blonde-haired woman was suddenly finding it impossible to remember the fact that she was being forced into cooperating in an obscene orgy with two lust-driven teenage boys. As she heard Julian's wondering comment, she made a half-hearted attempt to bring her rebellious body under control, but it was useless. Even against her will, she could feel the traitorous excitement building in her body as Jonathan's lips and tongue worked over the tingling mouth of her vagina.
Jonathan was basking in the admiration of his friend as he worked hungrily over the widespread tightness of the older woman's cunt. His tongue thrust and withdrew, plunging into her again and again making a tiny wet sluicing noise with every forceful lunge. Her little cries of delight were lengthening to one long continuous moan of passion as his tongue suddenly located the hardened bud of her clitoris. The electrifying contact made her buttocks writhe and churn below him in a lewd dance of unleashed desire.
"Oooooooooh, yes" Laurel groaned in shameless desire, reaching down to grasp the youngster's head to pull him more tightly to her loins.
Her cunt was flowering open as her moistness increased. The fragrant wetness of her passion began to run in narrow trickles down the sides of the boy's sweating cheeks. The wildly abandoned tempo of her grinding loins made it clear to Jonathan that the voluptuous woman was excited now beyond control. His own slender penis was now throbbing almost painfully with anticipation, and he wanted nothing more than to drive his cock deep up into the softness of her craving pussy.
"Give her hell, Jonathan," Julian's voice gasped in encouragement. "She's going crazy!"
"I am too," Jonathan panted as he withdrew his face from the warm wetness of her vagina and moved up to position himself over her passionately writhing body. "I have to fuck her now. I can't wait anymore!"
Laurel barely heard the boys' obscene comments, but when she felt the thrilling oral stimulation suddenly stop, she opened her eyes and saw the auburn-haired youth hovering over her body. With a soft sigh of lust, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down onto her. She had been so close to cumming and now she eagerly waited for the rapturous sensation of his stiffened young penis tunneling up into her ravenous pussy. But then, to her amazement, the slender teenager wriggled up out of her desperately clasping arms.
"No. This time we do it my way," he harshly informed her as he crouched between her legs. He took his cock between his fingers and carefully aimed the red bloated head toward the tight elastic opening of her cunt. He sneeringly went on, "This time I want to see what I'm doing, and make sure I do it as well as your older friends."
There was just an inch of space between her open, glistening vagina and the smooth rounded head of his cock now, and Jonathan reached down to press her thighs wider apart so that he could see the pinkly throbbing slit more clearly. His mind went back to the previous afternoon when his cock had slid into the wet warmth of that tiny opening and he couldn't help but be a little bit in love with the ravishing female before him, the first woman he had ever made love to. But her cruel comments to him after it was all over had wounded him more deeply than he wanted to think about. Now he wanted nothing more than to make her sorry she had dismissed him so abruptly, implying that he didn't quite come up to her standards. He wanted to do better than any of her other lovers had ever done, so that she would remember him forever.
As he hesitated, he saw Laurel pull her legs apart and press her pelvis up toward him in shameless invitation. His cock jerked painfully as he caught a glimpse of the tiny puckered opening of her anus and remembered something he had heard about assholes being the tightest, hottest place in the world to fuck. But he abandoned the brutally vengeful thought as he saw a gleaming dewdrop of moisture oozing from the swollen, inflamed head of his pulsating penis. He had to fuck her now, or it would be too late.
The naked, panting photographer gazed dazedly up at the youth who knelt between her legs. Laurel could barely remember what had happened to her to place her in this compromising position, naked and at the mercy of the two leering youngsters. The only thing that she knew for certain was that the tender sensitive flesh of her pussy, which had been so soothingly laved by Jonathan's lips and tongue, now felt neglected and empty. She cared about nothing but the burning hole between her thighs that begged to be filled.
The voluptuous blonde had never acted so shamelessly wanton in her life, but she didn't even think about it. Jonathan's tongue had ignited the hot streak in her and she wasn't searching for justification anymore. It had felt so good and now she was teetering on the edge of a breathtaking orgasm, just waiting to be fulfilled. There was only one thing she wanted now a cock, a big, hard penis to fill the aching need inside her. Throwing all pride away, she ground her buttocks up toward the boy, praying that he would hurry and shove his long hard shaft of swollen flesh into her naked starving cunt before she went completely crazy with frustration.
In the next moment, her wish came true. Without further preliminaries, the boy gripped his rigid pole and guided the inflated rod straight up into her vagina, his slender body crashing down on her with a force that knocked the air from her lungs. As the aroused woman's legs kicked up and her heels curled around his slim hips, Jonathan levered up on his arms and drove his throbbing member as deep as it would go into her hungrily clasping cunt. His balls smacked with a thud against her up-thrust buttocks before he pulled almost all the way out to ram his skewering length back into her again.
"Wow, look at her go," Julian gasped from his vantage-point beside the couple. His eyes widened as he saw Laurel wantonly grinding her buttocks upward to meet every stroke of the stone-hard cock hammering into her belly. "She really loves it. Look at the way she shakes that
Laurel moaned ecstatically beneath Jonathan as the warm moist walls of her vagina slipped wetly over his impaling cock-shaft. The boy's distended penis raced in and out of her loins, her passionate wetness surrounding it, lubricating his every thrust. As the youth ground his pelvis down into her writhing flesh, the lovely golden-haired woman strained back under him, arching her quaking loins, lifting both of their bucking bodies off the floor with the strength of her upward thrusts.
Kneeling over her bucking body, the auburn-haired youth began to fuck in and out of her with long, lunging strokes. Jonathan could barely keep himself in control as he felt the beautiful woman's throbbing passageway sliding madly back and forth along the length of his penis. Glancing down between their bodies, the youngster could view for the first time now the pink inner lips of her vagina pulled reluctantly away each time his shaft withdrew, then hungrily devoured the long glistening rod when he plunged his pelvis back down toward her. With each thrust, the dark soft pubic hair became entangled with his own redly shining thatch and the sight of it almost drove him crazy with excitement.
Laurel chanted lewdly incoherent encouragements to the teenager as his cock pistoned relentlessly into her starving pussy. This was what she had needed and it was so good! Jonathan's warm tongue rammed down into her open mouth, and she sucked insanely at it, savoring the musky, pungent flavor of her own sex on the boy's mouth.
Jonathan swept into her with a growing frantic need and she matched his every movement, straining once again for the peak of sensation that was once again so near, so very near. Laurel could feel him thrusting more violently, the sight of her lust-maddened body inciting him to greater and greater effort. Dimly, she was aware of the other, blond youth hovering near them and she momentarily remembered what had happened to her that afternoon, but even the horror of her situation could not diminish her mounting passion. She had been forced to do this, she had no choice, she vaguely rationalized. If she enjoyed it, she could not be blamed.
But, suddenly she noticed a movement very near her head and looking up saw Julian kneeling on the blanket there, his cock jutting heavily out from his loins. Distracted by his friend's actions, Jonathan slowed his wild pistoning.
"Hey, man, I helped you this afternoon and I really want her to suck my prick," the blond youth pleaded urgently. "Couldn't you turn her over or something so we could both get into her?"
Laurel was too dazed from the intensity of her lust to actually understand what was being said until the thrusting cock was suddenly withdrawn from her hungrily clasping vagina. She groaned in feeble protest but no longer struggled against the eager hands that rolled her over on the rumpled blanket until she was resting flat on her stomach.
"Get up on your knees," Julian impatiently commanded the beautiful panting woman. The youngster behind her quickly grabbed her full, flaring hips to jerk her to her knees.
Laurel swayed for a moment as she knelt there on all fours, her whirling brain barely able to cope with the effort of keeping her body balance as the boys maneuvered into position for their new assault. Shamelessly, she waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at Jonathan and sighed happily as she felt the rubbery tip of his cock pressing against her heated cuntal furrow. The boy behind her lunged forward, impaling her cunt once again on his hardened penis and she pressed her body ecstatically back against him.
"Hey, lady. Open your mouth," the youthful voice seemed to come from high above her head, but Laurel paid no attention until she felt something hard rubbing against her lips. Her eyes widened as she suddenly realized that Julian was kneeling before her, his thickly inflated cock in his hand and he was trying to force the head of his penis into her mouth!
Laurel mumbled a protest and tried to turn her head away, but the youngster suddenly gripped her head with his hands and pressed the blunt, turgid glans more tightly against her mouth. Though she had voluntarily taken Jonathan's boyish cock into her mouth a day ago, the beautiful divorcee still objected to the obscene rape of her mouth by a youth she neither knew nor cared for.
She could only purse her lips and clench her teeth tightly together to keep it away, but the boy was not to be denied. He shoved harder against her face until it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. The determined youth grunted and struggled against the softness of her mouth, wedging it open, bit by bit, until she abruptly gasped in surprise at an extra hard lunge by the youth fucking into her from behind.
The broad fleshy shaft crushed through her parted lips and into the warm cavern of her mouth. Laurel could feel the knobby glans sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue, tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it to fill her mouth with its pungent, salty taste. The boy fucked mercilessly into her face and the blonde gagged for a moment as he brutally rammed the lust-bloated penis to the back of her throat. The full length of it disappeared into her pink, ovaled mouth until just a short stretch of the broad shiny base protruded from her wide-stretched lips. Laurel fought desperately to free herself of the monstrous second impalement, but it was a useless struggle as the wildly excited blond youth held her head vise-like between his sweating palms.
Julian immediately quickened his riveting thrusts into her mouth to match those of his teenage friend fucking into her pussy from behind. His balls slapped harshly against her throat and Laurel was dimly aware of the short wiry pubic hair that grazed her chin and nose each time Julian shoved forward into her mouth. She fought for breath, catching small gasps of air each time the two skewering cocks simultaneously withdrew on the out-stroke.
As the two youngsters thrust in and out of both ends of her sandwiched body, Laurel defensively forced herself not to think or feel. Never in her life had she been so used and degraded and she dully wondered how long it would be before the two boys pumped their burning sperm into her helpless body.
The despairing revulsion she felt at being used like a human receptacle for their lust had driven all excitement from Laurel's body from the moment Julian had shoved his rigid cock into her unwilling mouth. But then, strangely, as she thought of the debasement of being used by the two young males buffeting her viciously between them, the idea began to excite her in a weird new way. She tried to visualize how she must look at that moment, bent on her hands and knees, being fucked by the two naked boys at the same time, and the very helplessness of her position began to seem oddly thrilling. As the fiery passion began to rekindle deep in her belly, Laura began to squeeze her cunt muscles around the hot driving penis skewering into her face from behind and her lips began to nibble at the thrusting member in her mouth.
The lovely, confused woman was increasingly being overcome by the most unexpected sensation in her life... she wanted to be used by these two teenagers. She actually wanted them to exploit her body in any lewd and perverted way they desired. After all, she deserved punishment for seducing Jonathan, and now she was getting it!
Drunk with the masochistic desire that was suddenly surging through every fiber of her being, Laurel sucked hungrily at the cock that was plunging in and out of her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating with every thrust. The mere thought of the thick penis suddenly ejaculating, spurting its white thick sperm into her throat began to make her wild with anticipation. Swirling her tongue-tip wildly around the pulsating, blood-filled head, she probed hotly into the tiny opening at the end.
Behind her, the auburn-haired youth was building to the end. He began to thrust into her harder and faster, battering mercilessly against the quivering cheeks of her up-thrust buttocks with his hard-driving loins. His hands gripped her writhing hips, squeezing convulsively at the yielding flesh between his clenching fingers. His lips bared back from his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He looked down at the woman's supple quivering body, impaled at both ends, and chills of excitement raced up his spine.
"Wow, look at her go!" Julian panted incredulously as he gazed down, thrilling to the sight of his broad, sperm-bloated cock buried in the beautiful blonde's lust-contorted face. He felt the formerly uncooperative woman greedily massaging the skin of his balls with one hand as she sucked rhythmically up and down the rock-hard flesh of his cock all the way up from the fat rubbery head to the flesh of its thick base. "Look at her, man! She's eating the whole thing!"
Laurel was a writhing mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh reveling in the debasement of being fucked behind by Jonathan's lengthy, pulsing penis while she sucked madly at the other youth's thickly swollen cock. She ground her buttocks back hard against Jonathan's hammering loins and felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building up in the crevice of her ass-cheeks, trailing down the backs of her straining white thighs while the mounting pressure in her belly and loins signaled that her rising climax was about to explode through her sharpened nerves.
The saliva in Laurel's mouth was becoming sticky from the emissions of lubricating fluids that seeped from the end of the cock sunk into the warm depths of her roundly ovaled lips. She could see the boy's slim hips writhing and straining before her face as though he were in the throes of an epileptic seizure. The teenager's strong fingers were wound tightly in her hair, pulling her wide-stretched lips back and forth over the entire length of his thrusting pole as though it were a second warm pussy into which he was venting his lust.
"Unh... unh... mmmmmmmm!" Laurel moaned in ecstasy around the fleshy cock pummeling ceaselessly into her mouth as she felt Jonathan's long hard penis spearing desperately into the deepest part of her vagina. Her mind strayed for a brief second to thoughts of Steve, and what he would think of her now if he could see her being screwed senseless by two of the students in his high school. The ravished woman could feel her own excitement mounting impossibly higher as the throbbing, granite-hard penis in her mouth began to pulse and thicken, driving forward down to her tonsils as though it were trying to collide with the cock pistoning into her belly from behind. They were ripping the soul from her very being and pushing it out of her with every punishing stroke. There was nothing else in her mind now but to please these two lust-crazed teenagers as well as her body could, and to wallow obscenely in her own pleasure at the same time. Her mind began to whirl crazily in a maze of blinding colors, flashing and blending with the galvanic shocks that were jolting like lightning through her lush white body to the center of her being.
Choking noises began to rise from Julian's constricted throat as he felt a heated tingling pulsing through the length of his cock buried in Laurel's mouth. His blue eyes bulged as he stared at the photographer's lips working over his lurching cock as he struggled to bury the pulsing rod deep in her throat.
"Suck it, cunt! I'm cumming!" he rasped down at her as his hips jerked tightly up into her face. His hands tangled cruelly in her golden gleaming hair, pressing her head down harder onto his wildly swelling cock.
Laurel fought frantically for breath as the creamy hot liquid suddenly erupted into her greedily sucking mouth, flooding her throat like a rush of raging water. Her cheeks expanded like a balloon as she gulped desperately to keep from choking on the great gushes of sperm that spurted from the ejaculating penis. As she sucked and swallowed in lust-crazed hunger, she fastened her lips like an elastic band around the jerking member, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid. Still, tiny droplets trickled from the corners of her mouth when the boy finally slipped his softening rod, now slimy and limp, from her sucking lips and collapsed on the blanket in front of her body. Then, gleaming strings of cum hung from her slack, shiny lips, connecting them to the deflated cock a lew inches away.
As Julian released his brutal grip on her face. Laurel's shoulders dropped to the floor so that her buttocks were sticking up even higher into the air. The impassioned youngster behind her could now fuck her at will. She felt completely helpless, adrift in this new overwhelming lust, and there was nothing real to her but the hard slippery length of boy-cock that filled her. She ground her blazing loins back mindlessly against Jonathan's forward jerking hips as she felt his penis throb into a hugeness that could only mean one thing.
He was going to cum.
She felt her thighs being swept apart as the russet-haired youth drove powerfully into her, shoving his relentless hardness as far as it could go into her wildly constricting cunt. Laurel humped back on it violently as she felt the seething cum-fluids flooding hotly into her dilating womb. She felt it dribbling back out of the hair-covered lips of her flowering pussy and she jammed back against Jonathan's loins while his bloated testicles slapped maddeningly against her clitoris.
Julian crawled around the joined writhing pair to get a closer look at the blonde's naked grasping cunt and the sperm running in rivulets down her soft inner thighs. He saw her mouth pop open in a muffled scream as she began to toss her head wildly from side to side, her yellow hair whipping around her face as Jonathan fucked hard into her waving buttocks. Every muscle in her body contracted as she rose and nearly toppled to the side with the force of her quivering orgasm. She was still trembling uncontrollably when Jonathan's shrinking cock slipped wetly from her sperm-drenched pussy, letting gushes of cool air come rushing into the unplugged opening between her up-thrust buttocks. Finally, exhausted, the lush-bodied blonde pitched forward on the blanket.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Laurel lay motionless on the floor, too weary and heartsick to even lift her head. Through the whistling sound of her own tortured breathing, she heard the sound of movement several minutes later. Wearily opening her eyes, she saw the two boys gathering up their clothes and dressing themselves again.
"Man, she's really wild," Julian's delighted voice reached her ears. "I wonder if she's going to stay around here. I know some other guys who would really like to get some of her pussy!"
Other guys! Laurel's lust-ravaged brain could barely believe she was hearing right. Shakily she lifted her head and stared across the classroom at the two half-dressed youngsters who had walked into her life for the first time only a day ago. Mustering the last remnants of her presence of mind, she managed to gasp, "What... what are you talking about?"
At the sound of her trembling voice, the blond youngster turned around and stared stonily at the naked woman on the floor. "Well, you did me and Jonathan so well, I was thinking some of the other guys might get in on it," he informed her with a lewd snicker. "Lots of guys haven't ever gotten their cocks sucked. Maybe we could meet you some place tomorrow."
"No, not more!" the photographer whimpered disbelievingly as she bolted upright into a sitting position on the floor. "I did what you wanted, now please leave me alone." Her voice dissolved into sobs of anguish and shame that suddenly rose in her throat.
"Aw, we know you like it," Julian said disgustedly. "Anyway, there'd only be five or six of us. Your pussy's so hot it wouldn't know the difference probably."
Laurel shook her head, unable to believe the filth that was assaulting her ears. And worse, by the time this blond monster was finished telling Ins friends about her, everyone in Sullivanville would know what she had done. She would be fired from her job, and probably be thrown in jail as well, before she knew what was happening to her. God, was there no way out, she wondered as she covered her face with her hands and began to weep helplessly.
Now that her passion had finally been appeased, Laurel was wracked with despair. She could feel every strained and sore muscle in her weary body and she knew now that she could no longer consider herself any better than the husband she had deserted. She was as much of an animal as he. Somewhere in her mind, she still hoped that she might wake up and find that this had all been a bad dream, but she knew it wouldn't happen. Mentally, she was crushed, and between her legs, her genitals throbbed with a dull continuous ache. If she left Sullivanville tomorrow afternoon as planned, the police would probably be following her in a matter of days. If she stayed... the prospect was even more heart-aching.
Suddenly, she was aware of footsteps approaching her miserably huddled form and she looked up to see the blond youngster standing before her, fully dressed now but with the same cocky grin on his face. "What do you want?" she asked tearfully.
"Just tell me where you live," the boy said with a shrug. "I might be over with the guys tomorrow morning."
Laurel stared at him in horror for another moment and then suddenly something inside her snapped. Rising to her feet, she glared with hate-filled eyes at the teenager who stood before her. "Get out of here!" she gritted out from between clenched teeth. "Get out of my sight before I start screaming. I don't care what you tell anybody, I won't endure it any longer. You're an ugly little boy and I hope someday you grow up enough to be sorry for what you did today."
"What did I do?" the youngster sneered. "I just fucked a whore. Everybody fucks whores."
His scathing words shattered Laurel's moment of dignity and she was about to beg the youngster for mercy, when Jonathan suddenly strode up to them and angrily grasped his friend's arm.
"Okay, Julian, that's enough," he told the fair-haired youth firmly. "She's not a whore and I don't want to bother her anymore. We were pretty rough..."
"Aw, shit, man, she can take it," said Julian unfeelingly. His eyes raked insultingly over her body. "My brother says "
"Oh, shut up about your brother," Jonathan burst in angrily. "Come on, she's been really nice to us, now let's leave her alone."
Despite her fear, Laurel could not help but look up to the boy she had seduced yesterday afternoon in obvious gratitude. The auburn-haired youngster met her gaze, then blushed and looked away but not before Laurel had seen the flicker of remorse in his eyes. Then, before either she or Julian could say another word, Jonathan pulled his friend back toward the classroom doorway. Still half-dazed, ' the naked blonde watched dully as he opened the door and left her alone in the room.
She was about to collapse on the floor again in sheer exhaustion when the sound of a familiar voice in the hallway outside the classroom made her body stiffen with alarm.
"Both of you, go out in the parking lot and get into the black station wagon parked over by the football field," the voice said in a tone that brooked no argument. "I want to have a little talk with you boys!"
It was Steve! As panic took control of Laurel, she began to frantically search the floor for her scattered garments, but it was too late. She leaned over to pick up the slip that the youngsters had tossed over the chair in the front of the room and when she straightened up, the vice-principal's blond head was peering into the doorway.
"Steve!" she whispered, her eyes pleading for understanding.
The blond man nodded coldly at her. "I waited around to help with your equipment. I see you managed by yourself."
"Steve, let me explain," she began haltingly, but the angry light blazing from his blue eyes made her words catch in her throat.
"You don't have to explain a thing right now," he informed her. "Just get your clothes on. You and I and your two young friends are going to have a talk over at my house."
The very idea of having to face those boys again was more than her shattered nerves could bear. Rapidly blinking back the tears that were threatening to overflow her eyes, she shook her head. "No, Steve. I'm sorry... I just can't."
"The hell you can't," he exploded, his voice rising in the rage he had just barely been restraining. Stepping into the room he approached her and, forcing his voice to a more normal level, he whispered ferociously, "You asked me to help you yesterday, Laurel, but you make it damned difficult. Now if you don't look forward to being lynched by angry parents, I advise you to get some clothes on and move your beautiful ass out to the car."
Stunned by the intensity of his fury, Laurel could do nothing but nod her acquiescence. She saw him glance toward the rumpled, sperm-stained blanket on the floor and then he turned on his heel, striding out of the classroom. The moment he was gone, she hurriedly began to pull on her clothing. She would go through anything, if only it would help to untangle this terrible mess!
CHAPTER TWELVE
Laurel turned off the steaming shower and pushing open the plastic curtain, stepped out of the cubicle to the fluffy rug on the floor in Steve Merrill's bathroom. After scrubbing herself fanatically to remove every bodily trace of her terrible experience with those two youngsters, she felt reasonably clean again, though she knew that the mental strain of the ordeal would not be so easily erased. Just the thought of the way her helpless body had been sandwiched between the cocks of those two lust-crazed boys made her hands begin to tremble again and she quickly grabbed a bath towel from the hook on the wall to begin drying her dripping body.
Beyond the closed bathroom door, Laurel could hear Steve's voice and she realized with a start that he must still be talking to the two boys. When the four of them had arrived at Steve's little house, the still-fuming vice-principal had immediately ordered Laurel into the bathroom to "take a good hot shower and try to relax." Despite his harsh tone of voice, Steve's eyes had shown concern for her and, touched by his kindness, she had immediately locked herself into the blue-tiled room.
Nevertheless, it had been a little while before she had actually stepped into the shower cubicle. Removing her clothing alone had been a traumatic experience. The sight of her panties when she slipped them off, the light nylon matted with the sperm that had dribbled out of her ravaged vagina, had rattled her badly. Then she caught sight of her face in the mirror and the weariness and despair that masked her own features had made her feel even worse. That, combined with the ceaseless hum of voices from Steve's living room, began to fill her with a terrible sense of hopelessness like waiting for sentence to be handed down.
It had seemed like a century before she could even muster the strength of will to walk the few steps from the sink to the shower. But now, as she roughly toweled her body, pinkly glowing from the hot spray of the water, she was feeling a little better. Through the door she could hear snatches of Steve's voice as he spoke. Despite her anxiety, she relaxed a little as she overheard phrases like "reform school", "defenseless woman" and "your parents' feelings". Then she heard the boys speaking, their voices subdued and frightened. With a bitter smile, the beautiful woman wondered if Steve's hard words could really stop the disastrous chain of events that had taken hold of her life in the last couple of days. Even now, she was horrified to think that those two youngsters could have attacked her so casually, thinking that she really wanted it. And was she finished paying for her mistake, or was there more humiliation yet to come? The very thought unnerved her and she was about to reach for her clothing when a brisk knocking at the bathroom door interrupted her.
"Steve?" she asked uncertainly, unable to shake the fear that the youngsters might still return to exact more revenge on her unwilling body. "Are... are they gone?"
"They just left," his voice assured her through the door. "If you're not dressed, put on my robe and come out into the living room where we can talk."
Something in his voice gave her hope that he had somehow managed to arrange things so that she would not be bothered again. Laurel smiled for the first time in hours as she slipped on the red terry-cloth robe that hung on the bathroom door. To her amazement, it fit her perfectly, and then she realized that it was brand new. Had Steve bought it for her? She wondered with a new surge of joy?
Quickly she pulled open the bathroom door and walked into the living room, feeling that perhaps her life really was beginning to gain a new meaning after all. She smiled at the blond man who sat in an easy chair, waiting for her arrival, then sat happily down on the couch a few feet away from him. "Thank you for what you did for me, Steve," she said earnestly, then smiled shyly. "And by the way, the robe fits very well."
"It's yours if you want it," he shrugged. "I bought it for you, thinking you would be visiting the house often. But now, I doubt that you'll be coming back."
The smile faded from Laurel's face as she listened to his words. "But, Steve, what do you mean?" she asked anxiously. "You must know that it wasn't my fault this afternoon!"
The good-looking man stared at her coolly for a long moment. "Maybe not," he conceded finally. "But you didn't fight it very hard, and you certainly seemed to enjoy it."
Laurel saw the criticism in his eyes and suddenly she felt a fury of indignation rising within her. "That's unfair," she cried out in anger. "What was I supposed to do, run out of there stark naked? They never gave me a chance!"
"I was waiting in my office all afternoon, in case you needed help repacking your car. Why didn't you come?" He gazed at her levelly. "I suspect you were hoping your young friend would show up again, only you got more than you had bargained for when he did."
"Oh, Steve! I thought you liked me," she retorted furiously. "How can you even think such a thing?
"Oh, I liked you, Laurel, or I wouldn't have put my job on the line by trying to handle this thing myself," he told her. "And I think I frightened those two badly enough to make sure they're too afraid to mention it again, even to each other."
"Thank God," she breathed, instantly relieved by the news.
"But," he went on, ignoring her words. "The thing I couldn't fix up quite so easily was the way I felt when the two boys told me about what happened this afternoon. I don't really like young Julian, but I have to agree with him on one point. I do think you are a bit of a slut."
His words cut her like a knife and, wincing, Laurel stared back at him, unable to speak for a moment. Then she rose from her chair and said icily, "Thank you, Mr. Merrill. I'm not even going to try to defend myself, except for one thing. I tried everything I could think of to escape from those youngsters this afternoon, and not entirely because I was afraid of them. I was thinking of you, thinking that I couldn't bear it if anyone else touched me. I was more than half in love with you all day, Steve, but you cured that quite neatly."
"I did it?" he said, rising up from the chair to grasp her shoulders. "I didn't screw any teenagers."
"Well, right now, I wish I'd screwed about ten of them!" Laurel shot back at him. "Then you'd be absolutely certain I'm a slut! Now let me go! I'm going to dress and go back to the motel!"
"No, you're not," he growled down at her, suddenly digging his fingers into her shoulders through the robe. "After what I've done for you today, I think I deserve one last piece of your lovely ass, and it's going to be a piece you'll never forget, I promise you."
With startling suddenness, he turned her around and pushed her across the living room to the hallway that led to the bathroom. Then opening a doorway on the other side of the corridor, he pushed her inside his bedroom. With one rapid motion, he unloosened the tie belt of her robe and jerked the garment away from her body. He stared down at her naked, stiffly standing body, his eyes filling with hunger as he took in the sight of her full quivering breasts.
Laurel found herself cringing away from the angry passion she saw blazing in Steve's eyes and she nervously reached down to retrieve the robe from the floor to cover herself. But the blond man tore the garment from her grasp and then pushed her back onto the bed in the middle of the room. As she collapsed back onto the mattress, his eyes dropped down to the dark, curling fleece between her thighs and his gaze burned into her vaginal mound.
"Steve, please, this isn't right," she tried to reason with him. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Can't you just forget it?"
"Shut up, bitch," he grated down at her. "You think I'm like those teenagers you're messing around with? You think you can just toss me aside and tell me to forget it? Well, you'd better think again. I may just be one in a long list of fucking partners for you, but I'm one you're not going to forget for a long time!"
Laurel apprehensively watched as he began to strip off his clothes and she barely suppressed a gasp when she caught sight of the rigidly pulsating shaft that shot out from between his legs when he removed his trousers. His long thick penis was angrily erect and throbbing with the kind of violent passion she had encountered once already this afternoon. She couldn't tear her eyes from the sight! It looked so heavy and menacing.
Then he dropped down suddenly on the bed beside her and she was aware of his warm nakedness, his hands roving roughly over her fearfully trembling body, his fingers digging into the soft mounds of her breasts. He stroked her hips in gruff abrasive gestures, which, in spite of their lack of gentleness, evoked a warm response in her body. No matter what he said or thought about her, Laurel felt her heart going out to this wonderful man and it was better to be here with him, even under these horrible circumstances, than to be without him.
But, just as she was beginning to relax, she felt his fingers cruelly tighten on her hips and she found herself being turned over onto her face. He forced her to kneel up on her knees, her head pressed down into the sheets. Remembering the horrors she had endured already that day in exactly the same position, the bewildered photographer began to struggle fearfully. But Steve's hands tightened on her hips, pulling her up-thrust buttocks higher as her nose and mouth were buried in the bedclothes.
"You have a beautiful ass, Laurel," his coldly furious voice assaulted her ears. "It's just too bad you spread it around so much."
"Oh, I don't," she protested anxiously, remembering how she had told him about her months of loneliness before she arrived in Sullivanville. "You know I don't, Steve... ow!"
Her little cry of pain erupted as his hands clamped over the satin-skinned mounds of her buttocks and began to press them brutally apart. The strain was agonizing as he separated the wriggling half-moons of flesh and she heard the quick excited intake of his breath as the warm secret crevice between them came into view. For a moment, she thought he was going to be satisfied with humiliating her that much, but then she felt the moist warmth of his tongue licking wetly up the split of her widespread ass-cheeks. Immediately apprehensive, she wriggled in a frantic attempt to escape the darting torment of his lewdly probing tongue.
"Hold still," Steve hissed, digging his teeth into the yielding flesh of one upturned buttock.
"Steve! What are you doing?" she cried as he bit savagely into her. "I don't like this!"
At last he ceased, leaving her ass-cheeks tingling and sore from the angry nips of his teeth. Once again, Laurel thought that a respite was at hand, but in the next second she realized her mistake as she felt the distinct pressure of his outstretched finger against the cringing hole in her anus.
Dear God, what was he going to do to her? She tried to cringe away from the intolerable pressure against the tiny wrinkled opening, terror creeping like cold fingers up her spine. Fear numbed her brain as a terrible suspicion began to enter her thoughts. No, he couldn't do something like that, not Steve, she tried to tell herself, but then she felt the finger penetrate the tiny puckered opening.
"Steve, no!" she wailed in panic. "Please stop!"
"Julian told me you fuck like a machine, baby," he rasped savagely down at her. "Only he didn't see all the machine's possibilities. This is your week for sexual adventures, isn't it, baby? Well, I'm going to give you one to remember forever!"
He rotated his finger around in the narrow passage, pushing it forward past the second nuckle. Ignoring her cries of pain and discomfort, he dug into the cringing depths of her rubbery back passage, expanding the narrow opening.
Laurel abruptly found the pain beginning to ease and her taut muscles relaxed slightly until she felt the extra pressure of another finger being rammed unexpectedly alongside the first. She winced with agony and again tried to escape from him, but the fingers were securely embedded in her and his other hand was tightly clamped around her waist. The lovely brunette could not believe that the same wildly exciting man she had fallen in love with the night before was now subjecting her to this mental and physical agony. God knows, her nerves were already shattered by all that had occurred that afternoon and now she was beginning to wonder if she was ever going to feel like a human being again.
She was so angry that she barely noticed when Steve finally withdrew his fingers from her tender, stretched anus with a lewdly wet popping sound. She stiffened as he began to rub the hotly pulsating head of his cock against her defenselessly parted rectal opening. This long, blood-swollen rod throbbed like a living thing against her tiny puckered anus, but she didn't care what happened now. No pain he could inflict could match the heartache she was experiencing at the moment.
The lust-crazed vice-principal gazed down at the sight of his huge throbbing penis poised at the tightly clenched opening of her anus, and he grinned in lewd satisfaction. "Now, baby, let's see how many high school kids you fuck after this, he growled down at her. "It might just cure you forever."
With an animal-like growl, he surged forward, forcing his lust-bloated shaft viciously against the tiny hairless ring. The searing agony told her that he had had his way, that his massive bludgeon had penetrated a full half-inch of her spittle lubricated back channel.
"No, Steve, please," she screamed, "you're killing me!"
"You didn't tell me it's a virgin!" he mocked back at her, relentlessly burrowing a stage further with another forceful blow.
The room started reeling around Laurel. Gasping back her anguish at the searing pain, the doomed photographer staggered forward on the bed only to be hauled back yet further onto the red-hot pulsing rod that refused her release. And then it was home, buried to the hilt in her cringing rectum, and all the lovely blonde could think was, please God, don't let it move!
But the vice-principal had other things in mind. The warm, tight passageway of this girl's ass was driving him insane with its clenching resistance and slowly he began working his throbbing cock in and out, in and out, his face contorted into an animal grimace of heightening determination for subjugation then release. Back and forth he pounded, his hands clamping resolutely around the swaying curvaceous hips.
"Put your back into it," he commanded the nakedly sweating beauty in front of him. "You never know, you might enjoy it! Like you learned to enjoy this afternoon!"
Surfacing slowly from her near faint, the divorcee could only whimper as she anticipated the next blood-chilling assault on her battered back passage.
"Aaaaagh... oooooh!" she gasped as the expected searing pain mellowed almost imperceptibly into shooting little tingling sensations through her loins and belly. Astonishment flickered her eyelids as again the electric sensations wavered through her body with the next thundering stroke. Her satin-smooth ass-cheeks began to wave and spiral experimentally, then more forcefully as she became aware that the pain was receding, leaving in its place a glow and a weird spasming excitement.
Sensing the reawakening of her arousal, the muscular blond man behind her reached forward one hand and sliding it urgently up her inner thigh, brought it to rest in the dampening crevice of her coral pussy-lips. Trailing his fingers to the nub of her rising damp clitoris he flicked lightly again and again while continuing the rhythmic in-and-out of his ever-expanding cock into her rapidly dilating anal hole.
"Oooooo... Steve," she moaned wildly, increasing the tempo of their unnatural joining, spurred on by the incredible friction of his cock against the raw stretched flesh of her anus as he withdrew, and the lovely impact of his sperm-bloated testicles slapping against her clitoris on the in-stroke. Wild-eyed, the luscious blonde thrust harder and further, waving her ass-cheeks in a salacious attempt to get more and yet more.
"Ooooooh, yes!" she moaned as his fingers massaged more urgently between her thighs, probing then rubbing at her throbbing hot pussy. Dropping to her elbows, the now fully-aroused photographer desperately pushed back not to lose a single lust-inciting touch, splaying her legs further to get more.
With long, smooth strokes, he began to piston into her quivering anus, hard and deep, with powerful lunges that made her body quake on the bed. Pulling apart the softly yielding cheeks of her buttocks, he drove his pulsing rod of flesh as deep into her as it would go. He held it there, far inside, just to tease her, and was rewarded by the impassioned movement of her buttocks back against his loins. He heard her animal groan of pleasure mixed with pain as he began to power into her again, increasing the strength and vigor of his strokes.
Laurel was loving it. She felt no pain now, only an exquisite warm wet sensation in the crevice of her ass-cheeks and she felt filled as she had never been filled before. She waved her ass-cheeks joyfully back against his pounding thrusts, her mind blurred by the intensity of the sensation. She was with her man again, with Steve's beautiful cock sunk into her body it didn't matter where. She was rapturous. She wanted him to cum, to shoot his great load of sperm deep up into her virginal rectum. She strained back against the penis as she felt it burgeon to an even greater size, stretching the ravaged muscles of her rectum almost beyond bearing.
"Oh, fuck me, Steve! Cum in me! I love you!" she cried deliriously.
Laurel heard him gasp and groan behind her as he slammed the full expanded length of his penis into her fully stretched rectum, causing her to whine in an ecstasy of joy. He did it again, roughly pulling her back onto his palpitating cock like fitting into a tight glove, then he rotated his throbbing cock-head deep in her back passage. She mewled in delight. Then with one last tremendous thrust, he crashed against her buttocks, flattening the smooth globes of flesh against his loins.
Laurel, bent before his writhing body, felt the first delicious torrents of the hotly white liquid erupt deep into the depths of her bowels. Its warmth spread through her stomach and surged through the blossoming nerve ends like a volcanic eruption, touching off her own climax. She thrust her face deep into her arms to muffle her scream as the great gush of ecstasy rippled through her.
Seconds later, she gasped as she felt his limply deflating shaft being slowly withdrawn from her flooding nether channel. There was a slight wetly sucking sound as it slipped out from between the full clenching moons of her buttocks, and a sudden rush of cool air laved the steamy wetness of her loins as Steve collapsed onto the bed beside her.
It was a long time before either of them could catch their breath as they lay beside each other on the rumpled bedding. Even when she was breathing normally again, Laurel could not bring herself to speak. The horror of Steve's attack had turned into one of the most glorious experiences of her life and she didn't want to ruin it now by reminding them both of their troubles.
She opened her eyes to stare lovingly at his handsome face, peaceful now as he rested. It almost pained her to look at him, knowing that this might be the last time they would ever be together. Finally, she closed her eyes again, bracing herself for the moment when he would tell her to leave, this time forever.
"Laurel, it seems like I'm always apologizing to you," she heard his voice whisper after a few more minutes. "Are you all right? I shouldn't have done that. I was jealous, I guess."
Opening her eyes and gazing at him in surprise, she nodded. "I'm fine, very Fine. It was frightening at first, but it felt fantastic once I got used to it. Don't worry about me," she added ruefully.
"Oh, but I do," he said quickly, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "I've been worrying about you ever since I met you, and, to tell you the truth, I like it. Did you mean what you said before?"
Laurel stared searching into his face, trying to understand what he was saying. Barely able to believe what she saw in his shining blue eyes, she asked uncertainly, "What did I say?"
"That you love me," he said quietly, then broke into a grin as he read the answer in her face. "Better than your young friends?"
"Oh, I would say so," she giggled, knowing that he was teasing her now. She knew suddenly that today was not the end for them, but possibly the beginning of a wonderful relationship. But then, she sobered as another thought struck her. "But, Steve, I'm leaving tomorrow," she said unhappily.
"Well, we still have tonight, honey," he said, his voice throbbing with emotion as he pulled her close against his body. "And after that, we'll work it out somehow. I don't think I want to lose you now."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The sun had sunk deep into the trees, turning the sky above the forest outside Sullivanville into a symphony of pinks and blues, by the time Laurel drove her car out of the "Welcome Inn". As she headed for her next assignment, still several hours away, she was able to look forward to the working week ahead of her with something like real pleasure. By the company schedule, it appeared to be a week like all the others in the last few months, three days at an elementary school, two at a high school. But the smiling blonde photographer knew that it would be different from the other weeks because the days would be spent looking forward to Friday night, when her wonderful new lover would arrive. Together, they would forget the children and duties that filled their days. And together they would fulfill the sensual dreams that Laurel knew were going to occupy her nights alone from now on.
And when summer came, Steve would take her to the little cabin he had built in the mountains. There, she would cook for him and love him like he had never been loved. He would cut firewood and fish, and make love to her over and over again.
The very thought made Laurel aware of a sudden warmth surging through the sensitive flesh between her thighs. And after the summer... who could tell? Their love affair might lead to something more, or it might fade. Right now she wasn't worried about that. The most important thing was that her spring had come again for sure, after the worst winter of her life but it had arrived. She was in love again, and she was blooming like the spring flowers on the sides of the road.
