The psychology of human sexual relationships is an area where great progress has been made in the 20th century. People are slowly being freed of the bonds that have so effectively prohibited the enjoyment of sexual relationships for so many people.
Yet, there are still many people living with 19th century sexual guilt. Their lives are lacking and incomplete as a result. And, since they are living in the 20th century with an outmoded form of thought, they are very unhappy.
In "The Captive Bank Teller" author Andrew O'Christopher tells the story of one such person. She is Mary Jenkins, age 24, a beautiful sensuous blonde. From one look at her beautiful face and body, it would seem that Mary could have anything she wanted. But she couldn't have happiness. She couldn't have sexual satisfaction.
O'Christopher brilliantly portrays the effects of a repressive upbringing on a beautiful girl and their unhappy consequences later. Mr. O'Christopher is a noted author in the field of human sexual behavior, and he brings this experience along a razor-sharp prose to make the reading of "The Captive Bank Teller" both an enlightening and enjoyable experience.
In the case of Mary Jenkins, her repressive upbringing and her sexual hang-ups must be forcibly removed before she is allowed to blossom as an adult sexual being, enjoying all that life has to offer.
This transformation is graphically described in the riveting scene in a bank vault where Mary Jenkins is a hostage at the mercy of the sexual whims of two bank robbers.
The balance in this scene between the psychology of male/female sexual relations and the drama of a bank robbery combine to make "The Captive Bank Teller" one of the finest books of the genre that we, The Publishers, have ever been privileged to offer.
We are confident in our prediction that "The Captive Bank Teller" will take its place on America's bookshelves next to "The Tropic of Cancer" and "The Story of O" as one of the landmark works in 20th century American literature.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
The middle-aged business man waiting in line at the Founder's Bank of San Francisco nervously looked down the line of tellers. His turn would be next and it looked like the next open window would be the old Chinese woman's. He let the person behind him go ahead.
He would wait until Mary Jenkin's window was open. He came to the bank every day and every day he waited. And he wasn't the only one. She had many "regular customers" and they were all men.
He walked up to her window, "Hi, Mary."
"Hi, Sam." She smiled her smile-the smile that made that long wait in line worthwhile. The smile that was worth giving up your turn for. And it was that smile that sparked a million fantasies. Every afternoon, a large number of male bank customers went back to their offices and thought of that smile, thought of those lips and just what they could be capable of.
Mary Jenkins was just a bank teller, nothing more. At least from the stand-point of her job. But she was special in another sense. Mary had the kind of looks that drive men crazy. She was young, just 24, but she looked like a woman in every sense of the word. Yet, and this is really what made the men nuts, there was something of a child-a little girl-about her. The twinkle in those deep blue eyes, the innocence of that smile. That smile that couldn't help but promise gifts of a very special kind.
Sam cashed his check and walked away. Someday he'd ask her out. Maybe just for lunch. Someday he'd get up the courage to go beyond their friendly banter. Christ, she was so beautiful! He suspected, though, that she'd probably never want anything to do with a guy like him-girls that look like that have hundreds of good looking, rich guys asking them out.
Mary enjoyed the men who came to her window each day. She was well aware that they jockeyed their positions in line so that they would be able to come to her window. That made her feel good. And it made her feel good to watch their reaction as she smiled and looked them straight in the eye. It was just an innocent game and she loved to watch their reactions. That certain look always did it . . . men were so weak.
A few times customers would ask her out, but she put them off with vague promises and cute flirtations. Not that she didn't find some of her customers attractive, but she enjoyed the game to much to blow it by actually going out with one of them. And besides, she had a boyfriend-if you stretched the word far enough.
Walking home from work to her apartment, Mary thought about her boyfriend. Davy was a nice guy. If she had to describe him to someone that was the word she would use. Too nice. He granted her every demand and bubbled over with happiness at the slightest nice gesture. Like a puppy dog, she thought. Only not as cute. There were times when that wore a little thin, times when the thought of a real man, dominant and strong was very appealing.
Last Friday night. First they went out to dinner and then to a movie. She laughed with contempt as she thought of Davy's predictability. Dinner at a restaurant of her choosing. Then go to the movie that she wanted to see. And after that he'd drive her home. He'd pull his car into the space behind hers in the apartment house garage, switch off the key, and then turn and look at her expectantly. What happened then was up to Mary. Always up to her, she thought.
Sometimes she'd flash that smile of hers, part those moist, beguiling lips, thank him for a wonderful evening, give him a quick peck on the cheek and then tell him goodbye. Other times, like last Friday, she'd sit silently in the car for a few moments, then turn and stare him straight in the eyes.
"Do you have to go home right now, Davy? Or do you have time to come upstairs for a drink?"
Davy always had time to come upstairs for a drink. Once in the apartment, he would sit on the couch with one arm draped around the back while Mary went to make the drinks. When she came back and sat down next to him on the sofa, he would attempt to make small talk while they both sipped their drinks. This always amused Mary because it was so obvious that he wanted to talk about nothing but his horniness. Small talk was the last thing on his mind and his attempts were so transparent that, at times, Mary really had to try hard not to laugh out loud.
Before he made his move, he waited not only until he finished his entire drink, but chewed up every last one of his ice cubes as well. Then, acting as nonchalant as possible, he'd slowly slip his arm down from the back of the couch and draw her close to him. He always seemed surprised when she didn't pull away. Then he'd lean over and give her a tentative kiss on the lips. If she responded at all, he kissed her more fully, using his tongue to part her soft lips, slowly probing past the barrier of her teeth to the warm wetness beyond. Their tongues would dance and intertwine like two hungry snakes and, often at this point, Davy would literally shudder with excitement. Poor Davy, Mary thought. Such a little boy!
His hand would then drop down to the ripe roundness of her breasts, circling their soft fullness. He could feel the hardness of her instantly erect nipple through her brassiere and shirt. The soft clinginess of her shirts and dresses always drove him crazy with frustrated desire. Sometimes she let him slowly unbutton her blouse and slide his hand over the lacy, feminine material of her brassiere.
But when his hand dropped to her nylon stocking covered kneecap and slowly slid upward to the bottom of her pink silk panties, she stopped him.
"Davy, no!" she would firmly say.
And Davy, ever like that obedient puppy dog, would obey. Even when he could feel the moistness soaking though to outside of her panties, even when he knew how excited she was-even then he stopped.
Oh, sometimes he would make little moaning noises and complain about his needs or plead about how much he really and truly loved her and about how painful blue balls are-but a mild rebuke from Mary was all it took to shut him up.
Mary remembered last Friday night well. Too well. After she'd shooed Davy out the front door, leaving him with one last soulful wet kiss, she sat back on the couch in agonized desire.
Her young body literally trembled with the passion flowing through it. "God, O God," she wanted a man! A real man, not a pathetic boy like Davy. A man who wouldn't take no for an answer, a man who knew what he wanted and knew how to get it. A man who would make her into a woman.
But Mary had a problem. A very deep-seated problem. Even if she had a man, she couldn't say yes to him. She couldn't let him have her body-no matter how badly she wanted him, no matter how intense the ache in her forbidden orifice grew.
Mary's problem was that she had grown up in Catholic schools. Schools attended by only girls. They say that graduates of these schools either turn out to be nuns or whores. The sisters did their very best to see that as many of them turned out to be nuns as possible. With Mary, the teachings had really taken hold. They had pounded sexual guilt deep into her conscious thought and her unconscious. Men were evil and sex was something so abhorrent, so disgusting that it was not even to be thought about. Even fantasy was a sin.
She was so fully taken in by the nun's teaching's that for years she seriously thought of taking the vows and becoming a sister. The thought of spending her life in cold chasteness, forever without the touch of a man, held a certain appeal for her.
It was Sister Teresa who talked her out of it. She was a gray-haired old nun, wise in the ways of the world. She had observed Mary, over the years, in school and watched her grow up. She could see, even at the age of fourteen, the effect that Mary was having on the boys. She could see the perfection of that young body-the long legs, firm breasts, the beautiful face and cascading blonde hair. One look and old Sister Teresa knew that Mary was not material for a nun. God, in his infinite wisdom, put together a package like that for other reasons. And besides, Teresa knew from personal experience in her younger days, that the
Holy Fathers had a hard enough time fighting the desires of the flesh without having a sister around that looked like Mary Jenkins.
So Mary gave up the idea of becoming a nun. But she was left with all the guilt that had been instilled in her mind, and now, sitting on the couch in her apartment after having sent Davy home, she fought with her feelings. Catholic teachings aside, she shamefully realized that she wanted a man, wanted a man who could ease her guilt by not giving her any choice in the matter.
Mary walked to her bedroom and began to undress in front of the mirror. She brazenly watched herself unbutton the front of her silk blouse and let it slide off the white roundness of her shoulders. She reached around behind and unhooked her brassiere. With a shrug of her shoulders it fell to the floor, freeing the youthful glory that were her breasts. They were full, but not too large, and proudly stood straight out without even the slightest hint of a sag. Her breasts were pure white and the skin soft beyond belief. They had never once been exposed naked to the sun. Mary looked at them and knew how fine they were. She had sometimes seen the dirty men's magazine's and compared herself to the girls spread upon those glossy pages. Few of them were even half as nice.
She slowly stretched, raising her arms high above her head, watching her breasts come together and then swell outwards. She lowered her hands and felt their softness and warmth, running her fingers around the dark pink of her nipples until they stood firm and erect. Just the smallest moan escaped from her lips and she knew that it was too late, knew that as much as her conscious might want her to, there was no way she could stop herself now.
Breathing heavily, she pulled her chair over in front of the minor, stepped out of her skirt and sat down. She slowly ran one hand down from her breast over the white smoothness of her stomach. Even her navel was alive with excitement as her fingers circled it, exploring its depths and teasing herself by postponing the pleasure to come.
Finally, her hand slid to the top elastic band of her panties and explored the outside, which by now was soaked with her young love juices. Her hips began to grind in a slow, involuntary, instinctual circular motion. She moaned throatily as her hand slipped inside the red panties, teasing the fleecy, blonde curls. She ran her fingers up and down the length of her moist love-cleft, spreading the juices and feeling her nostrils flair with wild animal abandon as the pungent scent wafted upwards.
She took her time, building slowly and exploring every inch of her burning pussy. "O GOD, O GOD!! " she thought. "IT FEELS SO GOOD, SOOOO GOOD!! ! ! ! "
She found the small bud of her clitoris and drew short quick circles around it, hissing with wild pleasure and bucking her hips like a mare in heat. She was moving fast, moaning and grunting, nostrils flaring, her hair covering the the shiny sweat on her face.
She knew it was about to happen, she could sense the blood rushing to her groin, growing and swelling in heat. It was like almost sliding over a cliff, just slowly hanging on to the edge, slipping inch by inch and then finally going all the way over the top, plunging into the delicious depths below.
"OH, PLEASE!! ! OH, PLEASE!! ! PLEASE! PLEASE!! ! " she moaned and hissed. "OH GOD!! I'M GOING, I'M GOING, I'M GOING TO CUM!! ! ! ! ! "
Her body went limp with exhaustion. Only then, as the animal within her left, did the old familiar feeling return-the feeling of guilt, of despair, and shame. She had touched herself, there-which was a sin. Tears of shame and frustration rolled down the beautiful curve of her cheek. Her hand, still resting on her sopping pussy, gently parted the wet cuntal lips and explored the tightness of her love canal. The smallness of that passage had always amazed her especially when she had seen pictures of huge male penises in magazines like "Playgirl". Her fingers explored deeper and then stopped at the barrier of her hymen. She tested its strength, feeling its elasticity push back against her finger.
Mary, at age 24 was still a virgin. And at that moment it was both her curse and salvation.
CHAPTER TWO
Old Mr. Rocklin was the President of the Founder's Bank. He was tall and thin, with a full shock of gray hair. He retained the vigor and personality on a man twenty years his junior. Behind his large oak desk in his luxurious office was a small framed tapestry. Close inspection revealed what it said: "There may be snow on the roof, but there's still fire in the chimney."
And indeed there was. In his younger day, Mr. Rocklin had been quite the cocksman, keeping a stable of satisfied mistresses. He went from woman to woman, sometimes seeing as many as three a day and still having enough to take care of his wife when he got home at night. They loved him for his money, for his imagine cars and nice clothes, and for the way he knew how to treat a lady. Out of bed they were the Queen of
England and in bed the Whore of Babylon. His skewering thickness was a legend among the married women in town and an object of fear and rumor amongst the single girls.
Abe Rocklin had rightfully called himself the "cock 'o the walk" for many years. When a bitch gave him trouble or became a little boring he'd drop her without a second thought and get two more to take her place.
A strange thing happened to Mr. Abe Rocklin around his 60th birthday. That proud blue-veined stiffness of his, that wonderful meaty erection, just plain stopped working. As he moaned to his friends down at the golf club, "The goddamn thing won't get up anymore! Son-of-a-bitch!"
He tried everything he could to get some action out of that shriveled giant. He bought leather outfits, whips and chains and subjected his poor wife to ordeals she'd never thought existed outside the wilds of darkest Africa. He went to porn movies, bought stacks and stacks of magazines, went to hookers and massage parlors. No dice. As a last desperate chance he tried to fuck an angelic young boy. Nothing. No hard-ons. Eight doctors at six different hospitals were of no help either.
But Mr. Rocklin was a self-made man. He'd risen to the top of his profession by never giving up, by never throwing in the towel. So he kept trying because he was convinced that all he needed was the right person to bring that massive cock of his back to life.
When he first laid eyes upon Mary Jenkins as a new employee he immediately assumed that God had heard and answered his prayers. She was everything a man could want-from the blue pools of her eyes, to the shimmering blonde hair that bounced so prettily upon her shoulders, to her body-Good God, what a body! and finally, there was her smile. Old Abe couldn't figure out just what it was with that smile, but he knew that every time he saw it, at least a little blood was pumped into that drought-stricken member of his.
After her first week of work, Mary received word that Mr. Rocklin wanted to see her in his office. She first went to the ladies room to comb out her blonde hair and apply a new gloss to her pink lipstick. Mary knew about men and was well aware that her good looks could take her far in the world.
When she entered the President's office, Mr. Rocklin was sitting behind his big desk, smoking a huge cigar. He had a small half-smile on his face and his eyes never left Mary from the moment she entered the door. Mary was nervous-the fact that she was new on the job, that she was seeing the President of the bank, and the size of that important office all contributed to her insecurities.
Mr. Rocklin took a puff of his cigar, "Sit down, will you, Mary."
Mary sat shyly in the plush leather seat in front of the desk. She slowly crossed the legs, being extra careful to sit modestly in the office of the President. Mary knew well of her powers where men were concerned, but in this instance she assumed because of Mr. Rocklin's age and position he would treat her more like a granddaughter than anything else.
"I'd like to welcome you to Founder's Bank, Miss Jenkins. May I call you Mary?"
"Oh, of course, sir!"
"Now, now . . . you needn't call me sir. Mr. Rocklin will do just fine. Anyway, I'm not a man to waste time or beat around the bush, so to speak. I noticed you out working the windows and had a little chat with Mrs. Lamp, your head teller. She says you've been working out just fine, that you learn real fast and that you have a lot of ambition. Is that true, Mary?" Mr. Rocklin leaned forward, leering across the desk.
"Is, is what true, sir-I mean Mr. Rocklin?"
"Is it true that you're an ambitious girl?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Rocklin, I want to go just as far as lean in this world." Mary smiled demurely. Mary looked up behind the President and read the tapestry hanging on the wall-"There may be smoke on the chimney, but there's still fire in the furnace." It began to dawn on her that Mr. Rocklin, for all his distinguished gray hairs, was not going to be much of a grandfather figure. The old goat is just like all the other men, she thought.
"Well, Mary, that's the stuff I like to here. I like a girl with gumption, some get up and go. Someone who's willing to make sacrifices to go far. Are you a girl who's willing to make sacrifices, Mary?"
"I don't think I understand what you mean Mr.
Rocklin. . . . "
"Mary," Mr. Rocklin snuffed out his cigar and walked over to the bar, "would you like a drink?"
"I don't know if that would be such a good idea during working hours, Mr. Rocklin."
"Tut, tut, sweetheart, I'm the President of the damn bank and I'm offering you a drink. What would you like?"
"A seven-up?"
"Coming right up, one seven-up, with a little dose of Seagram's Seven-just what the working girl needs. I'm having my usual Jack Daniels."
Rocklin went and sat on the big black leather couch which faced the window looking out at the sprawl of the city below. He placed the drinks on the coffee table in front. "Well, girl, if you want this drink you aren't going to be able to get it sitting over there in that chair. Come on over, get comfortable on the couch and tell me a little bit about yourself. I make a point of knowing our new employees as intimately as possible-especially those who might be considered for promotion at some time in the future."
Mary went and sat on the far end of the couch. She was very nervous but didn't want to make her employer upset with her. Mr. Rocklin could be a big help in her plans for advancement-that is, she thought, if the price I have to pay isn't too high.
Mary took a tentative sip of her drink and grimaced. If there was any seven-up in the darn thing it didn't taste like it. She couldn't believe that it was the middle of the banking day, she was sitting on the couch in the old geezer's office and it looked like he was trying to get her drunk. Well, he was a man, after all, and she guessed she'd better handle him like one.
When she smiled her smile, looking straight into those old eyes, Mr. Rocklin looked like he was about to have a coronary.
"I think it's really nice of you to single me out from all the other girls and invite to your office, Mr. Rocklin." Mary batted her eyes.
"Uh . . . hmmm . . . Well, uh, like I said, Mary dear, I do like to get to know my new employees. And let them get to know me-so why don't you just call me Abe? At least while we're just by ourselves." Mr. Rocklin began sliding closer to her on the couch.
"okay, Abe. As long as we're going to be friends.. . but why are you sliding so close over here?"
By now Mister Rocklin was sitting right next to Mary, pinning against the corner of the couch. He smelled like cigars and whiskey.
"Mary, honey, as I said earlier I'm not a man to beat around the bush. Now, when I saw you out there working your window, when I saw that beautiful face of yours, those long, sexy legs, that blonde hair, I said to myself, Goddamn, Abe-there's a girl who might have a future in this company."
Mary was getting very nervous. If she'd learned anything at all in her dealings with men, it was the fact that at this point they almost always attempt to make love to her. She knew that she didn't want to do that, but on the other hand, the last person she wanted mad at her was the president of the bank.
"Now, sweetie, how 'bout giving old Abe a little kiss?" He leaned over closer to her.
Mary put a hand over his mouth. "Mr. Rocklin-Abe, I mean. I find you really attractive-such a distinguished man. But-oh, and you don't know how much I want to, I really do-but, I think of you as a father. . . . "
"Well, goddamn it," snorted Mr. Rocklin, "you'd better start thinking about incest."
With that he put his arm around her, pulled her close and brought his lips down on hers, forcing his cigar-tasting tongue deep into her hot, wet mouth.
Mary thought that an old guy like this couldn't possibly do anything more than a kiss and since he could help her get a better job. . . .
She leaned into his kiss, flicking her tongue deep into Mr. Rocklin's wrinkled mouth, causing the gray hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end. Mr. Rocklin felt just the slightest tingle of excitement in that long dormant crotch of his.
He placed his hand on her breast and gasped at their fullness, their firm life. Mary brushed his hand off. M r. Rocklin in one swift movement darted his hand between her legs and grabbed her struggling cunt from outside her panties in a firm grip.
Mary was struggling and whimpering and the more resistance she put up, the more excited Mr. Rocklin became. She tried pulling his hand out from under her dress, but he was too strong for her. She could feel his hand probing through the soft cotton of her undies, felt a finger find the moist forbidden orifice and mercilessly push its way in.
"Mr. Rocklin!" gasped Mary. "What are you doing?"
"Dammit, Gal, if you don't know what I'm doing then you're about to find out! Now help me out and spread those nice long legs of yours a little. . . . "
"Mr. Rocklin, no! Please, no!"
He pushed her backwards on the couch, one hand rubbing her pussy, her skirt hiked up around her waist revealing her milk-white thighs, the other hand was under her blouse, kneading and rubbing the fullness of her young breast.
Mary was astounded by his strength and desire. There was no stopping him, even though she fought back as well as she could. She yelped as she felt his hand slide under her panties and part her moist cuntal walls. But what frightened her most was the heat, the desire she felt building within her own unsatisfied body-as if the animal deep within her was once again trying to force its way out.
She knew her pussy was wet and her nipples hard. His hand found the button of her desire in the creamy depths of her pussy and with one finger he slowly increased her raging genital heat.
But Mary was still fighting-fighting both Mr. Rocklin and her own desire. By now his hand viciously pulled her bra up around her neck, exposing her full creamy breasts with their hot pink nipples. Mr.
Rocklin had gotten his mouth around one and was sucking voraciously while his hand worked her hair-ringed fissure.
Mary knew she had one last chance. For a second she stopped struggling, stopped fighting. Mr. Rocklin grunted in victory and let up long enough to unbutton the top of his slacks. At this instant, Mary leapt up and ran to the far side of the big oak desk with Mr. Rocklin in hot pursuit. They stood and faced each other, panting from different sides of the desk. Mary's clothes were in total disarray. Her neck, exposing the magnificence of her firm young breasts, heaving up and down with her heavy breathing. Her skirt was pulled apart and her panties and nylons were pushed down around her knees, revealing her pubic vee with its downy hairs. Her lipstick was smeared and her hair was wild from the passion.
"Goddam it, Mary!" gasped old Mr. Rocklin, between breaths, "I want your pussy and I want it now!"
For a second Mary thought of Davy and wished that he were half the man that old Mr. Rocklin was. But she also knew she didn't want her cherry to go to an old bank president during the middle of a working day.
Mr. Rocklin would move to the left and Mary would counter on the other side of the desk so that the distance between them remained the same. Mary took every chance to re-arrange her clothing so she presented some semblance of decency.
Mr. Rocklin had a glazed look of animal lust on his craggy old features. He stared at Mary like a hungry hunter who's quarry is cornered just out of reach.
"Dammit, Mary! Why are you doing this to me? How long do you think I can keep this up. Look, sweetie, do you know how long its been since I've had a hard-on? A full ten goddamn years!! That's how long it's been, and I've got a swollen blue veiner that wants to split you right in two. I've waited ten years for this and I want these sperm laden balls to bounce on your sweet pink asshole and hear you scream for joy!! ! "
"Mr. Rocklin! Don't talk like that-it's so vulgar. . . . "
"Vulgar, my ass!! I'll show you vulgar, you hot young bitch!" Mr. Rocklin lunged around the side of the table, barely missing the frantically fleeing Mary. She sprinted to the door and slammed it in his face as she disappeared on the other side. Mr. Rocklin's secretary gave Mary a sly, all-knowing look as Mary walked past on her way to the teller's window.
Back in the office Mr. Rocklin sunk deep into his leather chair, affectionately patting what remained of his hard-on. He smiled and thought, "Damn, that new gal has got a lot of spirit. I'm going to try that again soon. The old boy can still get it up, yesirree!! ! " Mr. Rocklin turned to gaze up at the tapestry behind his desk and smiled with satisfaction.
CHAPTER THREE
When Mary returned to her window, after spending some time in the powder room straightening herself out, she was dismayed to find Dorris Lamp waiting for her with a surly look on her face. Dorris Lamp was the head teller and a meaner woman would be hard to find-thought she was just a bit nicer to the female employees than she was to the men, whom she took every opportunity to upbraid and put-down. Dorris was 35 years old, and had never really been fucked well in her life. Not that she didn't have the looks that would attract men-in fact, Dorris had to do everything she could think of to not look like a voluptuous sex-pot. When Dorris got dolled up she looked like a woman who was simply made to fuck. The classic body that would not quit. She had a full, woman's body with large shapely breasts. Her hips were wide and her ass involuntarily twitched from side to side as she walked.
But Dorris held quite a lot of bitterness for men. Her husband was about as sexually exciting as the scrawny, little bald man that he was. His idea of sex was to crawl atop Dorris every Saturday night, poke his little cock inside, thrust once or twice, give a couple feeble squirts and call it a night. And that was the best fuck she'd ever had.-the young boys she'd dated before getting married were even clumsier.
Now Dorris didn't help things much herself, though. She was the kind of woman who just laid back and thought the man should do all the work and if the fucking wasn't perfection then it was all his fault. One guy once asked her to suck his cock and she found the thought disgusting. When he waved that blue-veined stiffness in front of her face and she saw those bloated testicles hanging beneath, she wanted to throw up.
She clamped her lips together, pushed the cock aside and let him know in no uncertain terms that cock-sucking was something that Dorris Lamp would never even think about doing.
Another time she was "making love" to a man-the word "fuck" was simply out of Dorris' vocabulary-a word that beasts and animals might use. She was letting him suck on her incredible breasts, letting his tongue circle her pert nipples. He moved off of one breast and began to lick and kiss the skin in the center of chest between the two breasts. He moved down lower, kissing the softness of her stomach, exploring the depth of her tiny naval and the little blonde hairs rising up to it.
And then he moved even lower. Dorris was outranged and shocked that he thought he could defile her in that way. She screamed an enraged, "NO!! ! " grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away from her un-tongued and unlicked vagina.
Dorris had about given up on men, and once they got to know her a bit, men had pretty much given up on her too. So, Dorris transferred her energy to her job and let out all her frustrations on her fellow employees. She got off by making life hell for them. And right now she was wondering just where Mary Jenkins had wandered off to for forty minutes.. . .
As soon as Mary reached her window, before she even had time to open up, Ms. Lamp (as she insisted upon being called) was at her side.
"May I have a little chat with you Mary?" she said coldly, through clenched teeth.
They walked out of hearing range of the customers and Mrs. Lamp really began to let Mary have it.
"Just who in the world do you think you are, Miss Jenkins?" Dorris hissed, her voice rising in anger. "Do you think this is the kind of job where you can just come and go as you please? What if little Mary wants a drink of water and has to go pee-pee she can wander off and not come back for forty minutes? Well, if you haven't figured it out-THIS IS NOT THAT KIND OF JOB!! ! This is a bank-take a look around if you doubt it-this is a bank and at banks we do not do that kind of thing, do you understand me, Miss?"
Mary nodded her head in dazed fear, still shook up by her encounter with old Mr. Rocklin.
"Now," Dorris continued, I would like an explanation of where you have been for the last forty minutes-and it had better be good!! "
Mary, almost on the verge of tears, began to speak through her quivering lips. "I'm . . . I'm sorry to have been gone so long, Ms. Lamp. I didn't mean to be, honest. But I received a message saying that I was to go and see Mr. Rocklin at once in his office. . . . "
Dorris instantly understood and her mood did a total turn-around. "Oh you poor girl-I neglected to tell you about Mr. Rocklin. This is all my fault-with every new girl who's exceptionally attractive it's the same thing. More good girls have quit because of that beast . . . thank God he hasn't been able to get an erection in ten years. . . . "
. Mary burst into tears, "But Mrs. Lamp! He told me I gave him one!"
For the first time in years Dorris Lamp was speechless. Before, old Mr. Rocklin had simply been a harmless old nuisance. Now, it looked like the rattlesnake had re-grown its fangs.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mary had pretty much recovered from her bout with old Mr. Rocklin when, a couple days later Clifford Freeman walked up behind her window. Clifford was a young accounts executive at the bank and from the day Mary had first come to work he'd been trying to make her. Mary thought he was okay looking, with his dark hair and small unobtrusive features, but he was too short for her. And besides, she had a boyfriend-Davy.
She had gone out with him a few times, when he had tickets to an especially hot show or concert or when he proposed dinner at an expensive restaurant-or when she wanted to make Davy a little jealous, let him know that if he didn't toe the line there were others that would.
Clifford, of course, wanted to fuck her every time they went out and Mary, of course, would never let him. The farthest she ever let him go was to squeeze her breast from the outside of her sweater.
On this day Clifford seemed a little more nervous than usual. He was always nervous when he was around her, but this was just because her close physical proximity caused his poor cock to harden and throb and he was afraid one of the other tellers would notice the lurid bulge in the front of his blue Brooks Brothers suit.
Clifford was nervous not only because he was about to ask her out, but also because of what he had planned for the evening. He had talked to a buddy of his about Mary, described her tantalizing body in anatomical detail, talked of the pure, angelic quality of her face and blonde hair, and moaned about the fact that he could never get into her pants. He couldn't even get into her shirt!!
He said that he could solve all of Clifford's problems. He walked over to his desk, opened the top drawer and pulled out a small vial containing a white powdery substance.
Clifford, who was as straight as they come, grew a little worried when he saw the vial, thinking it might be some kind of illegal drug.
"Uh, just what is that?" he stammered.
"Not to worry, Cliff, baby." his buddy reassured him. "This is not what you would call an illegal drug. This is a very natural and very legal substance, imported all the way from China." He handed Clifford the vial. "This is ginseng, an aphrodisiac. They've used it in China for 6,000 years, and believe me, it works. Just take a look at all those millions and millions of Chinese. They must be doing something right.
"Just put some of this in uptight Mary's drink and I guarantee you that bitch will be humping like she lives for cock. I just hope you'll be able to handle her. . . . "
Now, as he stood behind Mary, watching her work the teller's window, all he had to do was get her to go out with him. He watched the smooth silkiness of her dress slide over the ripe curves of her young body as she turned and moved with her work. He was standing less than a foot from her small, rounded ass and it began to cause that familiar throbbing between his legs. Just thinking of her perfect body had already caused him a visit to the executive lavatory where in one booth as he frantically pulled at his swollen, purple cock-head, he could hear, in the next, old Mr. Jenkins moaning with the pain of an old man's shit. Clifford shot his burning cum high into the air at the same time he heard a satisfied grunt coming from the next stall. At least, Clifford thought, they both got off.
He tapped Mary on the shoulder. "Could I talk to you for just a second? I think I have something that might be of interest to you."
Mary sensed that he was going to ask her out again. But Davy had been boring lately and maybe, if word got around that she was dating Clifford Freeman, Mr.
Rocklin would hear about it and not bother him anymore. Besides, she'd been out with him before and like all the other weak men she knew, he could be easily handled.
Mary closed up her window and walked over to him. Clifford, with a sly grin and his best charming witty manner pulled two tickets out of his coat pocket. "You'll never guess what I've got here. Two tickets to that Chris and Phil concert tonight. Third row, center. Interested?"
Mary definitely was. Chris and Phil were a couple of her very favorite performers, even if everyone said they were unattractive and over the hill oldsters who shouldn't be attempting popular music.
She gave Clifford her best smile, 'That sounds like a lot of fun. What time will you be by?"
"I'll be at your door at seven sharp-and try and be ready this time.. . . "
Mary grinned and went back to her window, looking forward to both an evening away from Davy and a night out on the town. Making ends meet on the salary of a bank teller didn't leave much left for recreation.
As Clifford walked back to his desk he tightly clutched the vile of ginseng in his coat pocket and then turned to look back at Mary as she worked her window. He could look at her as if she had absolutely no clothes on at all. He took his eyes off her shapely ass lest he be forced to take another visit to the rest room-he wanted to have plenty of hot cum to surprise her with later that night.
Mary lay back relaxing in the hot soapy tub, getting ready for the date with Clifford. The luxury of a long bath was one of the major pleasures in Mary's life. The feeling of wet warmth all about her, holding, caressing her and covering every inch of her body, filling every forbidden orifice about the only substitute she had for the sex that was lacking in her life. Intentionally lacking, but lacking nonetheless. She ran the bar of soap over her firm body-she knew how perfect it was. Her skin was flawless, pure snowy white with a creamy smoothness. She had a small birth-mark on the inner side of her left thigh, high up, almost to where her downy hairs grew thicker, covering her lush pubic mound. She was pleased to have that one flaw and she would often stare at it-wondering why it was there and not at some other, more conspicuous spot.
Mary closed her eyes and cupped her breasts in her hot soapy hands. It felt good. She marveled at how sensitive her breasts were even to her own touch, how just the touch of skin to skin could send such waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She opened her eyes and looked at her nipples-they were already standing straight up and firm and to her dismay she found her self wishing that there was someone else in that tub with her, someone who could take that nipple-demand that nipple-and place it in his mouth, take his tongue and lavish it with wet kisses, suck it with hungry lips.
A small deep moan escaped from Mary's throat as she began rubbing her nipples and breasts in small circles, imagining the handsome, dominant man in the bathtub with her. He wouldn't ask, he wouldn't give her the chance to say no. He would simply take, he would take all that he wanted and then take some more.
She moved her hand, his hand, down from her heaving breast, beneath the water, and finally resting upon her pussy. She thought of that word, "pussy" and how offended she acted if anyone ever said it in her presence. Fussy. The sound of it was filthy, demeaning. But right now the thought made her hand move, made a finger explore through the curly hairs to find the hidden slit of her cunt. Another word, she thought. Pussy, cunt, slit-she felt deliriously nasty thinking those words and even more so as she spoke them out loud while inserting a finger deep into her love hole.
"My PUSSY, I love my PUSSY, my hairy CUNT, my wet SLIT.. . . " She said over and over again as her own fingers sent shivers of pure animal pleasure through her young body. He thoughts returned to the man she wished was sharing that tub with her and, involuntarily, her legs parted a little further.
She thought of what his cock would look like, big, hard, and throbbing with hot male cum. As she envisioned its swollen purple head with a small droplet of creamy cum on the end, another deep moan escaped her. Her thumb was now pressing her clitoris, unfolded from its protective layers of skin, and her index finger gently probing the outer defenses of her anus.
She had never touched herself there before-it'd always seemed such a dirty thing. But now, without having thought about it, she discovered her finger there and it didn't feel bad. It felt good, real good. She prodded gently at the soft skin surrounding her tight pink asshole-she was so turned on she wasn't really aware of what it was she was doing. She found the bar of soap and lathered up her index finger. She lifted her hips out of the water, spread her legs wide and began massaging the outside of her rubbery rectum with the soap. Finally, she took her finger and determinedly forced its entire length into her virgin anus.
Mary had never felt anything like it before in her life. The pain was so intense she thought she might pass out. Her sphincter clamped down so hard on the surprise invader that Mary thought her hand might be hurt. All of her built-up passion vanished in an instant as she pulled her finger out of the rectum's vise-like grip. Mary vowed then and there that nothing would ever enter that particular orifice.
She quickly came to her senses, shocked that in just taking a bath she had transformed herself from the good Catholic girls school graduate to a wanton whore, legs spread, fingering her own asshole.
The shock quickly turned to shame, shame that she had so little control over her flesh and despair that her body could exert such power.
A half-hour later Mary heard the door-bell ring and she went to let Clifford in. She noticed that he was dressed much nicer than usual, wearing a stylish blue sport coat and cream colored slacks. She thought that he really wasn't bad looking-if only he wasn't so short.
Mary wore one of her favorite dresses, a medium length, clingy knit with a low-cut front that exposed just enough of her creamy white breasts to get a man's attention anytime she wanted it. Mary enjoyed dressing up as a woman, she liked her femininity. She had a few old girl friends from college who'd become feminists and now seemed to hate being a woman. They let their hair grow on their legs and under their arms and only wore baggy, unattractive pants. Mary found this disgusting. She liked a pretty dress and soft colors. Liked nylon stockings and silk panties and garter belts. And she liked having doors opened for her. She especially liked not having to buy dinner.
They only had time for a quick supper at Barrtuff s Bistro, one of Clifford's favorite restaurants, before rushing over to the Fairmont Hotel's famous Venetian Room to see the Chris and Phil Show. Mary thoroughly enjoyed the performance, though she noticed, that for some reason, Clifford seemed a little preoccupied.
Afterwards, Mary accepted his offer of a drink in the bar at the top of the hotel. This was one of Mary's favorite spots in the whole city, looking out over all of the twinkling light of San Francisco. She could even see the Golden Gate Bridge off in the distance and the light house on Alcatraz to the right.
Once they were seated by the window and ordered two brandies, Mary excused herself to go to the rest room. Clifford's nervousness was now at a fever pitch. He wasn't sure he would really have the resolve to go ahead and slip the ginseng into Mary's drink. What if she came back before the waitress brought the drinks? What if she became so horny that he couldn't satisfy her? What if nothing happened?
The waitress brought the drinks and Clifford knew that he'd have to act immediately or forever hold his piece. He glanced quickly at the bathroom door to make sure Mary was coming back, then dumped the entire contents of the vile of ginseng into Mary's brandy. Clifford sat back with a smug smile-sweet, pure, Mary would be spreading those long legs tonight!
"Clifford," she said after sitting down, "I just want to tell you what a nice time I had tonight. The show was fantastic, this is my favorite bar in the whole world, and you've been really sweet, too."
Clifford felt a little guilty at first, but when he saw her smile, those thick red lips-all he could think about was how good it would feel to have those lips wrapped around his throbbing cock. Christ! He wanted to reach over and bury his face in those magnificent breasts right now. He started to shake a little and knew that if he didn't get himself under control right away he was going to blow the whole thing. He reached down and picked up his drink, proposing a toast, "Well, Mary, here's to a wonderful evening and a wonderful girl!"
Mary blushed a little at the compliment, felt a little guilty about her boyfriend Davy who didn't know she was out with Clifford, but raised her glass in a toast anyway. "Here's to friendship!" she said.
Friendship! thought Clifford. Mary's going to be in for a rude awakening before long if she thinks all I'm after is her friendship. He smiled to himself. I gotta million friends, he thought, what I need is some hot pussy. And I'm going to get it.. . .
They finished their drinks, talking about work and looking out over the beautiful bay. Clifford wasn't sure just how long it would take for the ginseng to turn Mary on. He wasn't even really sure just what its affects would be. He certainly didn't want her ripping her clothes off and trying to fuck him right there in the bar. As soon as they finished their brandy he thought it might be best if they headed on home. He was going to wait for the last moment to make his move.
On the way back to Mary's place, she was her usual animated self, laughing and talking. About half-way there though, Clifford noticed a change come over Mary. She grew more quiet, less animated and seemed to withdraw into herself. Her eyes seemed to glaze over a bit.
Mary wondered what was happening to her. At first everything had been fine, they were driving back to her apartment where she planned to give Clifford a little obligatory peck on the cheek and then scamper up to her place. She did have a boyfriend, after all, and it was bad enough that she'd gone out to the theatre with another guy. But all of a sudden she felt wave after wave of these funny feelings surge through her body. She didn't know what they were or what they meant. She thought that it might have been something she ate and she was getting sick. But it didn't really feel like nausea. It felt good. She found herself wanting to stare over at Clifford-he began to look really good. So she forced herself to stare straight ahead. She noticed a warmth building a spreading down between her legs, her pussy felt hot and she wanted to touch it. She fought back the desire to rub her hot cunt and play with her unexplainably erect nipples. What was happening to her?! ! ! God, she thought to herself as she began to squirm in her seat. I don't know what's the matter with me, but I can't take it any longer. She glanced over to see if Clifford was looking at her and then dropped her hand to her lap and let it rest on her burning pussy. She was stunned to find the front of her dress moist. Her pussy was literally gushing with superheated love juices. She gently pressed down on her cunt. Oh, it felt so good-she wanted to tear her panties off right there and cram her fingers-all of them-right into her tight virgin love hole. She didn't know what it was that was happening to her, but she was no longer worrying about it. She was on fire!
Clifford didn't look directly at Mary as they turned down the street where she lived, but he knew the ginseng was starting to do its thing. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw her hand move down and start rubbing her pussy. He could hear her breathing grow heavy and labored-she was actually steaming up the windshield on her side of the car! Goddamn, he thought, that sweet young pussy is going to be my playground!
He pulled up in front of her apartment building and switched off the engine, then turned and looked at her. She was looking right in his eyes, her lips slightly parted and moist and her eyes glazed over with primal, animal lust. He leaned over to kiss her and she met him half-way. Her tongue, like an angry snake, shot into his mouth and scoured the inside. A low moan came from deep down inside of her.
Clifford's hand immediately went to that swollen breast he wanted for so long, the one he'd spent hours staring at in the bank. She didn't protest at all as he slid his hand down the front of her dress, under her brassiere and cupped the full rounded softness of her heaving tit. He couldn't believe her response-she seemed crazed with lust. He felt he was going to get eaten alive. Her mouth was sucking his tongue deep into her own, her hands frantically running up and down his body.
Clifford put his other hand on her nylon-stockinged covered knee and slowly slid it up under her dress. Ohhh, yess, yes, Cliff baby-touch me there!! " Mary parted her knees and hiked up her dress, revealing her lacy white silk panties darkened in front with hot love juice. "Oh, please, baby," she hissed, "put your hand on my pussy, oh please, do it now!"
Clifford couldn't believe what had happened to Mary. She was like a totally different person and he wasn't complaining. His blood engorged cock was about ready to burst his zipper and he could feel his balls charging up with sticky sperm. He put his hands on the outside of her panties and felt her hot pussy underneath. As he began to rub, Mary began to make low, purring noises deep in her throat. She started humping her hips and grinding them in a slow circular motion against his hand. She stopped for a second and reached back to unhook her brassiere. "Oh, Clifford," she moaned throatily, "Suck my nipples, suck and bite them!"
Clifford was in heaven. He knew that those magic gates to her previously guarded love place were his to open at will. But he didn't want to fuck her down in the car-he wanted to take his time, wanted to explore every inch of her perfect skin and probe the secret depths of all her orifices. He wanted to see her lying on her back, completely naked, legs spread and begging him to fuck her. Just like the whore she seemed to be. He laughed to himself-uptight, prim and proper Mary Jenkins begging for cock!
He kept rubbing her pussy. "Uh, Mary baby, it's kinda crowded down here in the car-why don't we go on up to your place where no one will bother us, eh? I've got a big meaty erection and my balls are about to burst-I want to overflow your mouth with hot, sticky, cum!"
"Oh, yea, baby," Mary moaned. "Let's go up to my place-I want your big, thick cock-oh, baby, I want you to fuck me. Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Mary didn't bother to even rearrange her clothes. She jumped out of the car and ran up the front steps of her apartment building half-undressed. Clifford, following close behind could barely catch up with her. This bitch is in heat, he thought.
When Mary reached her door she could barely get the key in the hole. Clifford was almost jumping up and down as he waited for her to open the door, his balls were swollen and hurting. Once inside she simply threw the key into the apartment and turned to face Clifford. "Oh, baby, baby-I don't know why, but I'm so hot and I've got to have it Give it to me!"
Mary lay down on the thick white fuck carpet, spread her legs and shamelessly pulled her dress up around her hips. Clifford gasped as he saw her blonde pubic vee under the lacy feminine panties and her sheer nylon stockings. He lowered himself to her and they began dry-humping like two frenzied animals. Clifford could barely catch his breath as they ground their inflamed genitals together, grunting and moaning with wild abandon.
Clifford stopped for a second to pull her dress up around her neck and then off over her head. Mary, wearing nothing but her unhooked, lacy brassiere, panties and nylons, writhed slowly on the ground with frustrated passion. Clifford pulled off her brassiere and for the first time saw the magnificence of her twin alabaster orbs. They were the most beautiful breasts he'd ever seen-large, exquisitely round, perfectly shaped and so firm there wasn't even the slightest bit of sag. The smooth skin was the whitest he'd ever seen, off-setting beautifully the dark red of her rock-hard nipples.
He couldn't wait-he took one of those incredible breasts in his mouth and sucked like a starved baby. He lapped, licked, gurgled and moaned with ecstatic pleasure, letting small rivers of saliva course down the roundness of her breasts.
Mary thought she'd died and gone to heaven. The sensations throbbing through her body were like nothing she'd ever experienced. She was riding a roller-coaster of lust that she never wanted to stop-she just felt she was climbing higher and higher and higher. With a grunt she rolled Clifford over on his back and began tearing at his clothes, taking them off.
Ooohhhh!! Oooohhh! Clifford, I want you naked. I want to see your big cock. And I want to, I want to. . . . " Mary couldn't believe what she was about to say, she'd never ever seen a man's cock before, but she couldn't help herself and she knew that what she was going to say was true, "I . . . I.. . I want to suck your cock!! God, yes!! Cram your cock into my mouth!"
Clifford wasn't about to argue with that request and frantically pulled off his shirt, his trousers and his undershorts. Mary's eyes grew wide when she first saw his huge, blue veined stiffness. Clifford lay on his back with his towering cock sticking straight up into the air.. He closed his eyes mumbling, "Suck it Mary, take my cock between your sweet lips and suck it dry. Suck it dry!! ! " He was quivering with excitement.
Mary ran her hand down his chest, slowly making her way to his meaty erection. She never thought it'd look like this-so tall, so wide, and so hard. Right now it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. She hesitantly bent closer to the swaying monster. She wrapped her hand about the thick stalk and slowly brought the swollen purple head to her mouth. A thick drop of hot male cum glistened in the slit at the top.
Mary opened her mouth and for the first time in her life wrapped her lips around a man's cock. She felt good as it filled up her mouth, forcing its way to the very top of her throat. Mary ran her tongue in quick little circles around the top of the blood engorged member, darted up to taste the salty little droplets of cum on the top.
Clifford moaned with pleasure. He had no idea that this was Mary's first cock. She was licking and sucking like a hungry baby going for mother's breast. He looked down with fascination as he watched her beautiful, angelic face slide wantonly up and down on his cum bloated cock. She loved it! He knew that any hitch as good looking as Mary Jenkins had to love a big stiff cock. Her lips formed an obscene oval as she pumped and sucked, licking like a thirsty cat.
Clifford had a hand on each side of Mary's blonde head, guiding her up and down the length of his jutting prick. Clifford grabbed her hair tighter in his hands, making her pump harder and faster. Mary responded with moaning mewling noises that came from deep in her chest. Her beautiful naked breasts luridly bounced up and down as she rose and fell upon his straining cock.
Clifford felt his bloated testicles churning and bubbling like a volcanoe full of hot lava ready to explode. God, O God, he thought, I can't take this much longer-this beautiful bitch on her knees sucking like an animal on my cock-sucking like a whore sucking like a cunt! Christ, Mary Jenkins' mouth is a cunt, Mary Jenkins is nothing but a beautiful whore. . . .
He knew it was too late to hold back, that nothing could stop the searing rivers of burning cum that were surging up from his heavy-laden balls. He moaned as he felt his whole groin swell and the swelling rise quickly from his balls up the length of his blue veiner to explode with a fury into Mary's mouth.
Mary kept pumping as she felt the first burst of sweet, salty cum in her mouth. The damn had burst and it just kept coming. Mary was slurping and sucking as fast as she could to keep up with the bursts of thick semen exploding into her mouth. A drool of come rolled down her chin and obscenely dangled. Sweet Mary Jenkins looked like the wanton whore of every man's dreams.
Clifford arched his back as he felt the last drop of cum drained from his slackening rod. The warmth of her moist mouth surrounded his root was a pleasure that cannot be described. This was as close to heaven as he'd ever been. The only thing that could possibly be better was going to happen too. And that was to lay
Ms. Mary Jenkins flat on her flawless back, spread those long luscious legs and slam his thick meaty cock all the way to the hilt and hear the slap of his balls bouncing off her rosy little anus. Yes! His dream was going to come true.. . .
But Mary was beginning to feel a somewhat different emotion, almost as if waking up from a dream. The ginseng was wearing off too soon! And it was wearing off fast.. . All of a sudden Mary couldn't believe where she was or what she was doing and especially who she was doing it with . . . The change was as if someone had thrown a glass of cold water in her face. One second she'd been a wanton, humping whore-greedily slurping up every last drop of cum and pumping the cock dry for more and two seconds later she was once again Mary Jenkins, the uptight and prim madonna who let no one into her pants, let alone suck their penis (that was the only word she ever used to describe the male organ).
The only problem was that now that she was herself again, she had the misfortune to discover a cock in her hand and about a half gallon of cum in her mouth. She dropped Clifford's cock as quickly as if she'd just discovered he had herpes and started spewing the cum from her mouth like it was castor oil.
"Clifford!! ! " she screamed as she struggled to cover her nudity, "Get out! You bastard, get out of my apartment right now!! I hate you, hate you, you disgusting man. OH God!! What have I done, what have I done!? ? " She began to gag on the salty taste of the cum that still remained in her mouth, and got up to run into the bathroom, where she locked the door behind her.
Clifford, cursing his bad luck that the ginseng wore off too soon, realized that the situation was hopeless. At least he got his rocks off once and Mary Jenkins had been sucking his cock. . . Mary Jenkins had been sucking his cock!! But he wanted in to her pussy-he'd seen its beautiful thatch of downy blonde hair, his fingers had probed the first inch of wet cuntal cavity, and his nose had inhaled the funky fragrance that wafted up from her slippery slit. He was pissed off and as he walked out the door, vowed to himself that someday he'd shove that bitch's head into a pillow and hear her moan.
Yeah, someday Miss Mary Jenkins was going to feel his big cock skewer her in two. She was going to feel just what it felt like to a swollen cock-head bouncing off your cervix. Mary's time would come. . . .
Mary was sobbing with revulsion in the bathroom. She didn't know what had happened or how or why. But she did know that she'd obviously sucked on Clifford Freeman's penis, and even after gargling twice the taste still remained in her mouth.
But what bothered her even more was that there was something about that salty, earthy taste that fascinated her-she couldn't bring herself to admit that there was something about that taste that she liked, something that felt natural and right. The thought was too disgusting to even think about. Ladies did not even think about touching a man's penis. Let alone sucking it. That was something for whores and sluts to do. Not a young woman like Mary Jenkins. She sobbed with the fear that maybe there was a little of the whore in her-after all, she had been sucking on his penis, even if she didn't know how it happened. And now she had to deal with the fact that her whole cuntal area was alive and tingling, swollen with blood that had not receded, demanding to be touched and stroked-demanding to be loved.
She trembled with guilt and shame and a sense of hopelessness as she felt her finger, almost with a mind of its own, slowly work their way down her stomach, stopping only when reaching the wetness of her slit and the demanding hardness of her unsatisfied lust.
CHAPTER FIVE
Doris Lamps dislike for mankind evidenced itself in a number of ways. Most recently Doris had been getting political, working with various women's groups and spending time working for the passage of the Equal Rights Amendment. This had really stemmed from her years at the bank where she had worked as a teller for next to nothing and still was not making much even as the head teller. Yet, she saw men start working for the bank as junior executives, little wet-behind-the-ears pups that she, Doris Lamp, would have to show the ropes to, who would have starting salaries almost double what hers was. And all because, she thought, they had a few inches of disgusting flesh dangling between their legs. This pissed her off.
The way they related to her at work also pissed her off. Though she was 35 years old and old enough, she thought, to be the mother of some of these young punks, they still looked at her with that leer in their eyes, still brushed the hand across her rump when walking by, and never gave up asking her out for "just a drink after work."
What Mrs. Lamp didn't realize, was if a woman has a body like Marilyn Monroes, no matter how bitchy, how mean, how contrary she is, men will still come sniffing around like dogs in heat.
The more time that Doris spent with her women's groups, the more disgusted she became with men. Her husband and his feeble attempts at sex every Saturday night disgusted her. The young junior executives with their tight slacks and leering grins disgusted her. The way old Mr. Rocklin harassed the young girls who worked for the bank disgusted her. It got to the point where even an advertisement in a magazine showing a masculine type driving a car with a pretty woman at his side disgusted her.
Doris was especially impressed with a slogan she heard at one of her ERA meetings and wrote it down on a small card and placed it above the sun visor her car so that she could look at it whenever she got pissed off at men. The card read: "A Woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle". How true, thought Doris, how true.
Doris first saw Susan Lovitt at a woman's consciousness raising session. These are meetings where, basically, women get together to talk about how shitty men are and how great women are. Susan was short, a little stocky and had very close cropped hair-just the very opposite of the voluptuous Doris Lamp. Susan tended to wear rather masculine clothing, baggy Levi jeans, sturdy walking shoes, and plain flannel shirts-almost as if she were doing everything she could to disguise her femininity. Doris couldn't have hidden the fact that she was a woman even if she wore nothing but a woolen sack.
Susan was speaking to the group of intently listening feminists gathered in a small circle in someone's living room. Doris was among them. Susan was speaking forcefully and with conviction.
"Women," she argued, "have got to free themselves from the yoke of male domination!" Murmurs of "Right on, sister!" were heard throughout the room. "God created Adam, decided he'd made a horrible mistake so he then created Eve. I think it's pretty obvious by now which one of the sexes is the superior."
"Women have rights that men have not even thought of yet. For example, let's take sex. For years this has been thought of as a man's right and pleasure and a woman's duty. How many of you sisters have been crushed beneath some hairy, slobbering, smelly man, while he grunted and groaned for a few pathetic moments, got his rocks off and then rolled over to go to sleep?" Heads nodded in assent all around the room, Doris' included.
"What men don't realize, the stupid fuckers, is that women have a right to pleasure, we have a right to orgasm-and if men don't want to give us this right, or aren't interested in letting us have this right, THEN WHO THE FUCK NEEDS MEN!! ? ? ? " The women roared their approval.
"Remember-there are no frigid women, only clumsy men!! " Susan continued on in this vein for a good long while, extolling the virtues of sisterhood and putting down men unmercifully. While Doris didn't quite know what she thought of "sisterhood", she was in full agreement with Susan on the subject of men. Doris had no use for them.
After the meeting, the girls were standing around talking, sipping herb tea. Doris noticed that many of them seemed to be very affectionate with each other. This bothered her-though sex with men was repulsive to her, the thought of sex with women was something that she thought people only read about in those filthy books you see for sale in liquor stores-it certainly wasn't something that women actually did. Doris attended these meetings simply because she was interested in seeing the ERA pass so that she could get back at all the men at work.
Since Doris was new, Susan, as one of the leaders, made an effort to get to know her. Doris was standing off to the edge of the group, her voluptuous body making her stand out from the rest like a swan among crows.
"Hi, I noticed that this is your first meeting here. My name is Susan." She extended a hand and gave Doris one of the firmest handshakes of her life.
Doris was more than a little uncomfortable at the meeting in the first place, but now, meeting one of the leaders was too much.
"It's, uh, nice to meet you, Susan. You speak really, uh, well.. . Oh! I almost forgot.. . My name is Doris, Doris Lamp and I, well.. . I'm here because I'm really interested in seeing the ERA pass. You see, I work in a bank and it really upsets me to see the way men have set everything up, it's just unfair!! "
Susan smiled a slight, smug, almost secret smile. Much like a fisherman might when seeing the shadow of an especially attractive and nice trout pass beneath his boat. . . .
"Oh, Doris.. . if only you knew! The bank is just one small aspect of what's happening at in the world as a whole. Men have grabbed everything that's nice in this life for themselves and left women with all the shit. There's not one aspect of this life that men have touched where women, excuse my french, have not just been fucked-over! Women can change this, we really can!! We have to unite in a strong system of sisterhood, a system that excludes men entirely from our lives. We don't need them as bread-winners and they've certainly failed as lovers. . . . "
Doris smiled bitterly to herself when she heard Susan talk about men's failings in the sexual department. She thought about her feeble husband and his pathetic little cock. She thought about the few other miserable lovers she'd had in her life. Doris had very little interest in fucking quite simply because she'd never really ever been fucked well. The act had always been a chore, something she did for someone else's pleasure. Something that she was either talked into or forced into doing by circumstances because it was too difficult to get out of not doing it.
She'd stayed married because her husband was such a wimp that he pretty much did whatever she wanted and only bothered her with sex once a week on Saturday night and then the whole disgusting act only took a few short minutes. Her husband, Rob, made pretty good money and Doris' hobby was spending it. This was one way she worked out her sexual frustrations and the other was by being chief bitch at work. The cunt everyone feared, even some of her bosses. She liked that.
The meeting was breaking up as Susan took Doris by the elbow, leading her away from the group.
"Doris, I want to tell you how happy I am that you've decided to join our little group. Lord knows we need all the help we can get to pass the ERA. Goddamn men have all the political power and their going to fight this all the way down the line. It's their balls that are on the line.
"I'm fascinated by your job at the bank and how you've risen to a position of some authority in a totally male oriented environment-I'd really like to talk with you further about it. Are you doing anything tonight?"
Doris hesitated for a second. This was Wednesday night, one of the two nights of the week she was supposed to fix dinner at home, the other nights Rob had to do the work. Well, she thought, fuck him, it wouldn't hurt his pot belly to go hungry once in awhile.
"Uh, nothing really," said Doris.
"Well, then, why don't we go over to my place, it's just a couple of blocks away, I've got a nice bottle of wine, we can relax and get to know each other."
As they walked down the stairway to the street Doris noticed a familiar sharp pain in her lower back. For years she suffered from lower back pain and she never knew when or where it was going to strike. It was too bad right then, but it sometimes could get a lot worse.
It wasn't too long before they reached Susan's place. The building was an older one, probably from the 1920's. The walls were thick and the ceiling was high. Inside, the walls were covered with feminist posters, on the bookcase were things like "Our Bodies Ourselves" the "Hite Report", "Sappho-the Art of Loving', and "Living Without Men, A Feminist Manifesto."
The place looked pretty clean, thought Doris as she sat on the living room couch. Susan went to the kitchen to get an opener for the bottle of Beaujolais.
When Susan returned they opened the bottle, drank and talked for a long time. Talked about work, talked about women's second-rate position in America and also talked about men.
Susan, although not quite coming right out and saying it, seemed to disapprove of Doris' marriage, indeed disapproved of the institution of marriage as a whole. As far as she was concerned, if she never saw a man again as long as she lived, that would be too soon.
As they talked on the bottle of wine grew smaller and smaller. Doris was drinking freely because she thought it might relax her back pain. It didn't and when a stab of pain shot through her back and she grimaced, Susan asked her what the matter was.
"Oh, it's just my back. Sometimes I get these pains."
Susan smiled that same little smile again. "Well, Doris, I think that tonight you just might be in luck. I happen to be a trained masseuse and I think I can do your back a lot of good."
Doris wasn't sure.. . . She was a take charge kind of woman, one that's usually in control and she'd never really put herself in a submissive position before and in her mind lying face down getting a backrub was pretty submissive. And specially getting a backrub from a woman. Doris wasn't sure, but she had a few suspicions after looking around the apartment about Susan's sexual preferences. If she was going to live a life without men then how was she going to have sex? She either wasn't going to have it, or she was going to do it with women. . . . Doris didn't really want to think about it. Besides, her back really hurt and after all that wine she drank she was game for almost anything.
"Well," said Doris, if you really don't mind rubbing my back for me I'd really appreciate it. It really hurts."
"No problem," answered Susan, "come on in here."
Doris was suspicious. "Where are you going?" Tm going into the bedroom."
"Uh, why in there?"
Susan sought to put Doris at ease. "Oh, don't worry . . . the only way to get a really effective backrub is to lay perfectly flat on a hard, straight surface. Preferably one that's elevated so that it's easier for the masseuse to work. It just so happens that my bed is perfect, so I don't want to hear anything more out of you, just get in here and lie down."
Doris dutifully marched into the bedroom and lay face down on the big king size bed. Susan laughed a little and went to get something from on top of her dresser.
"I think the first thing we need to do is relax you a little bit." Susan struck a match and lit, what looked like to Doris, a very sloppily made cigarette. Susan took a drag and then handed it to Doris.
Doris shook her head. "Uh, no thanks, I don't smoke."
"This isn't a cigarette, you silly. This is pot and it'll help you relax, might even help those muscle spasms in your back."
Doris had always thought that marijuana was something that only hippies and perverts used. After all, she was 35 years old and pot just wasn't something her generation was into.
"Susan, I don't know . . . well, you see I've never smoked any of that stuff before. I don't think it's such a good idea. I heard that it can make you go crazy."
"That's bullshit pure and simple," responded Susan. "I've smoked the stuff for years and nothing's happened. All of my friends smoke it and I think that you should smoke it too. Just think of it as medicine for your sore back. A natural medicine."
Doris' back did hurt. And since she was a little drunk (more than a little) from the wine, she decided to go ahead and try it.
She took the joint from Susan and took a deep puff, immediately exhaling. Susan corrected her, "No, no, no. It won't do you any good if you blow it right out. You've got to hold it all the way in, way down deep in your lungs for as long as you can. Let that magic smoke do its work, you've got to give it time."
Doris followed Susan's instructions and soon found herself basking in an extremely pleasant, warm glow. It was not quite like anything Doris had ever felt before-very dreamy and very pleasant. And Doris felt very relaxed. She lay down again on the bed to get her back-rub.
"Doris," Susan admonished, "I can't very well give you a decent backrub through your blouse-you'll have to take it off."
Doris was surprised. "Are you sure?"
"I'm absolutely positive."
Doris felt so good that she wasn't about to argue. She slowly began unbuttoning the front of her blouse, revealing her voluptuous breasts, spilling over the top of her brassiere.
"Do I have to take off my bra too?" she asked.
"I'm afraid so," replied Susan.
Doris reached behind to unsnap her brassiere. Susan's eyes grew wide when she saw Doris' naked breasts for the first time. They were the largest, most perfectly formed breasts she'd ever seen. And for a mature woman of 35 they hardly sagged at all. A 20-year-old would be proud to have breasts as large and firm as Doris's. Susan's eyes were drawn immediately to Doris' nipples. They were huge and colored and inviting pink. Doris modestly covered herself with her arms and then lay stomach down on the bed.
Susan took a small bit of oil from the bedside stand and began to massage it into Doris' back, using long, firm strokes. Doris couldn't believe how pleasurable it felt. The pain in her back had totally disappeared and she found herself drifting totally further and further into a dream-like state of total pleasure. The combination of wine, pot, and Susan's skilled hands were working wonders. Doris had never felt so could in her entire life.
Susan was working the whole back, from top to bottom. She kneaded the firm thick muscles of the neck, worked her way down the long, thin muscle on both sides of the spine, and then kneaded the flesh of her buttocks that overflowed the top of her skirt. She could already tell that Doris, as much as she dressed to hide it, had one of the most incredibly voluptuous bodies she'd ever seen. As she worked the soft flesh between her fingers she could hear Doris softly moaning with pleasure.
Finally, Susan said, "okay, that part's done. Now roll over, please."
"Roll over?"
"Doris, it would create an imbalance in your muscular tension were I simply to ignore the muscle in your front after already having massaged the ones in your back."
Doris felt so good that she never wanted it to stop. Even if it meant having her breasts massaged by another woman, she could rationalize it away by thinking about the "muscular imbalance" of whatever it was that Susan said.
Doris rolled over on her back and looked up at Susan in the candle-light as she straddled her. She's not all that unattractive, she thought. With that short hair in this dim light she almost looks like a man.. . . .
Susan's eyes were alight with hunger as she slowly spread the massage oil on Doris shoulders, neck, stomach, and finally, saving the best for last, on her fabulous breasts. Susan placed a hand on each white orb and slowly rubbed them in large circles. She developed a steady rhythm and each time she completed a circle Doris would moan throatily. Susan could feel her rock hard nipples poking into the palm of her hands. Down in her own panties she could feel the moistness of her love juices soaking through the front as she grew more and more excited. She didn't know how much longer she could wait before making her move.
While keeping one hand on Doris's breast, she slowly slide the other down her stomach, where she rubbed in increasingly larger circles. Pretty soon she was skimming her hand over the top of Doris' skirt and right over her pussy. Doris either didn't notice, or didn't care. . . . Well, though Susan, it's now or never.
She placed her hand directly atop Doris' skirt-covered cunt and began to rub in quick, short circles. Doris gasped and tried to sit up, but she was too relaxed and stoned.
"Wha . . . what are you doing?" she asked in a quivering voice.
"Doris, I can't help myself, you're simply too beautiful to be wasting yourself with men."
"Wha . . . what do you mean?"
"I mean," said Susan firmly, "that it's time someone loved you the way a woman was meant to be loved."
The thought of what Susan was proposing disgusted her, bu she couldn't deny the pleasure that was flooding her groin, couldn't deny that these sensations were ones that she desperately hungered for and needed. She thought bitterly of her husband-why couldn't he love her this soft, slow, and gentle. But how could she do this-with another woman, this horrible depravity. She couldn't, there was no way. Sex between two women was a perversion. . . .
"Susan-please stop what you're doing."
Susan ignored her pleas and leaned over kissing her full on the mouth. Doris clamped her lips shut. She would not have lesbian sex with anyone!
Susan didn't seem to mind and began smothering
Doris' face, neck, and shoulders with sensual kisses. Doris gasped with involuntary pleasure as Susan wrapped her lips around a nipple and began to suck while her tongue encircled it with quick, short circles. Doris couldn't believe what was happening to her body-it had never responded like this under the hands of a man. God, O God, she thought. It feels soooo good. But, in desperation, the perversity of the whole lurid scene flooded her mind and she told her rebellious body to sit up. It wouldn't do it, instead it started humping its hips in wanton circles, pressing back against Susan's hand on her cunt.
This time when Susan bent to kiss Doris, the lips were not parted, but not responding either. Susan flicked her tongue into Doris' mouth, scouring the in-sides with wanton lust.
Doris turned her head, breaking away from the kiss. "Please, please, Susan. Don't do this to me. It's not right for two women to be. . . . "
Doris was interrupted by Susan's hot mouth pressing down firmly on hers. To Doris' dismay she found she had no control even over her own tongue. It shot up to meet Susan's and she found herself succumbing to pleasure, drowning in the wet kisses and incessant caresses.
Susan rolled Doris onto her stomach and quickly unzipped her skirt, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor. She grabbed her panties and with one smooth movement pulled them all the way off. Doris now lay completely naked, stripped of her last defense. Susan was not disappointed-her body was everything she had hoped for and more-she never quite seen one as perfect before. It reminded her of Marilyn Monroe's first nude calendar poster, where the 18-year-old blonde is stretched out sexily on a sheet of red velvet. Susan quickly removed her own clothing and then began showering Doris' back and buttocks with lewd, wet kisses. Doris hissed with crazed pleasure as Susan's tongue snaked down her spine and began to explore the top of her buttocks. Doris could hardly stand it, it felt so good. Susan, while still kissing the top of her crack, began rubbing Doris's ass with long strokes that reached all the way around to the bottom of her dripping cunt. Susan's fingers parting the hot labial lips and plunged into the depths of Doris' eager pussy. Doris had never felt such heat, such raging genital feeling. She gasped and grunted as Susan plunged her thumb up to the hilt in her inflamed pussy and with her forefinger began working her swollen clitoris.
Doris literally quivered with pleasure as Susan worked her love button. All thought seemed to be filtered through a misty curtain of forbidden and secret pleasure. A woman was fingering her hot pussy like it had never been touched before. She seemed to know just where to touch and just how hard to do it. She knew what it felt like, she knew how good it felt, how good, sooo goood, O, God!! ! Jesus!! ! , thought Doris, I can't stand this, I can't stand this. Wave after shuddering wave of lust and pleasure coursed through her trembling body. The musky smell of excited pussy hung over their heads like a stormy love-cloud.
"Oh, oh, oh, lick me baby, lick me, Susan, it feels so good, you're right, you're so right-men can't do it right, only women only women . . . lick me baby, O god!! Your finger feels so good in my pussy!! ! "
As lost in her passion as she was, Doris was still shocked when she felt Susan's tongue sneak even farther down the crack of her ass and begin to circle her puckered ring, her rosy red little anus. Doris's shock was very quickly replaced with pleasure. Her asshole puckered and throbbed with joy. It was the most intensely pleasurable experience of her life. Nothing had ever felt better. That is until Susan darted her tongue past the rosy ring deep into the brown orifice.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, JESUS!! ! ! ! ! OH, BABY!! ! OH SUSAN, YOU HOT BITCH!! ! that's it, eat my asshole, EAT MY SMELLY ASSHOLE!! ! ! "
Susan didn't need to be urged on. Her tongue circled and licked Doris's tight anus, flicking in and out, in and out, driving Doris into a rutting heat.
With a quick strong move, Susan flipped Doris over on her back, pushed her legs obscenely wide apart and began to slurp, lick, and eat her pussy. Doris' milk-white thighs were smeared and glistening from love juice and saliva. Susan drove her tongue again and again into her vagina, scouring her delicious cuntal walls.
Her little love-button strained at this small hood of skin, strained upwards to meet Susan's expert tongue. Susan softly took Doris' clitoris between her lips and bit down, darting at the top all the while with her tongue.
Doris thought she was going to die. At first she screamed with pain, tried to fight back by pushing Susan away. The initial shock of pain brought her temporarily to her senses and she realized she was having sex with a woman.
"Get off me!! Get off me!! ! " she screamed. "Please, oh please don't do this to me, don't do this to me. . . .it's wrong, it's wrong." she sobbed.
But Doris couldn't move. Susan had her firmly by the clitoris and wasn't about to let her go. She knew what she had to do and also knew that it was only a matter of time. . . .
Doris couldn't believe what was happening to her. One second she was coming home with a woman she'd met at a meeting to talk about the ERA and now she found herself splayed out naked on her back, legs lewdly spread, and with a woman's mouth clamped firmly around her pussy. She thought of her husband and what he would think should he find out-or worse yet were he ever to see her getting her pussy licked by another woman. The thought was just too humiliating.
Doris' mind, however, soon went to other matters. The pain of Doris' bite soon passed and was replaced by a warm swelling that seemed to come from the bottom of her ass, passing through her bowels, surfacing through the wet tissue of her cunt and rising out of her bursting clitoris. Susan was wrapping her wet tongue around and over the love-button warming it with her breath and drenching it in hot female saliva.
Doris started snapping her hips against Susan's mouth, rubbing her sweet, musky pussy in her face.
"Oh, Susan, Susan, Susan, you beautiful woman. Oh I can't believe what you're doing to me, I can't believe you're licking my pussy. I CANT BELIEVE YOU'RE BATING MY CUNT!! ! Yeah, baby, oh. baby, that's it, you got it, right there . . . oh yeah, oh suck on that, yeah just a little more, suck on that, suck, suck, suck, suck SUCK-OH!! ! ! OH!! ! ! JESUS, I'M COMING!! ! MOTHER, I'M GOING TO COME IN YOUR HOT MOUTH, Oil!! ! ! NOW, NOW, NOW!! ! ! ! OH, SWEET SWEET BABY!"
Doris rose to an earthshaking orgasm-the first she'd ever had in her life with another person. No man had ever made her cum before, had even come close. She'd always just thought that the only way she could cum was by using her fingers-and that embarrassed her so much that she only did it when she was really desperate.
Doris lay back, moaning on the bed, occasionally shuddering as another wave of pleasure would pass through her body. Susan was sitting up against the pillows, lighting a cigarette with a triumphant smile on her face.
Doris felt her pussy opening and shutting with little spasms, felt all the blood that had rushed to her skin, making it tingle, felt her nipples, still erect and for the first time in her life glowing with satisfaction instead of aching with frustration.
Doris knew that what she'd done was wrong. Knew that she shouldn't have done it, shouldn't have gone home with Susan in the first place. The thought of women having sex together was just something that had never occurred to her before-was something that she thought that people only did in sleazy movies and dirty books. Before, she didn't really believe that women did such vile nasty things with each other.
But now she knew they did. And also knew that it wasn't so vile and nasty. For the first time in her life it felt good to enjoy sex with someone-men had always left her feeling dirty and used and unsatisfied. Now she glowed with pleasure.
Doris vowed to herself then and there that no man would stick his ugly penis into her vagina again, no man's hairy hand would ever again paw at her soft breast, and that no man's reeking, tobacco-alcohol breath would ever get within a foot of her mouth again.
And if her husband didn't like it? Tough shit. He could jerk off, for all she cared. She'd been unsatisfied for years and now it was going to be his turn. And let the weasel try and get a divorce, she thought. She'd take him for everything he had and then some.
She turned and looked at Susan as she sat leaning there smoking her cigarette. For all her masculine traits, her short hair and thick arms, her hairy loderpits, right now, to Doris she looked beautiful.
Doris found herself staring at Susan's naked breasts and then, for the first time in her life, let her eyes drop and stare at another woman's pubic vee. It's so much bushier than my own, she thought. She could smell it from where she was lying and the hot, humid, pussy-reek smelled like a candy factory to a child.
"Susan," she asked, "can I eat your pussy?"
CHAPTER SIX
The morning after Mary's date with Clifford she phoned in sick at the bank. There was no way she could go there and just act like nothing had happened, bump into Clifford at the water fountain and simply say "Hello". She trembled with shame when she thought about what had happened the night before. She couldn't believe it, had no idea how or why it had happened. Was her body such a traitor to her? Did she so easily get totally out of control? What did Clifford think of her . . . did he think she was a shameless whore and a hopeless tease?? What did he tell the other guys at the bank-had he told them that she had sucked his-penis? Just thinking of that word made her gag in remembrance of what had happened, remembrance that she had all of Clifford's male member in her mouth, that she was stark naked, and on her knees, sucking, sucking. Tears of shame and remorse rolled down her cheeks.
But what bothered her most was the fact that Clifford hadn't forced her to do anything that she didn't want to do. Hadn't twisted her arm in any way or even had to talk her into doing it. She had done it of her own free will, she was pretty sure. Actually, most of the evening was a little foggy to her.
She remembered going out to the play and then going for drinks afterwards. It was on the way home that she began to feel different, that her body seemed to take on a life of it's own. This had never happened to her before, she had always been totally in control of the situations in her life, especially where men were concerned. She was very concerned -were the frustrated hormones in her body finally getting out of hand-would this same thing start happening more often. Guys that she'd gone out with had told her that it was harmful not to have sex by the time she was in her 20s, that the female body was designed to be fucked, that women were made for fucking, indeed, that their whole hormonal balance was dependent upon getting laid. When she first heard these stories she immediately dismissed them, thought they were just some more of the bull that guys had told her since she was twelve years old, guys that had been trying to get into her pants, trying to get into her blouse. And none of them ever had.
Maybe she had made a mistake, she thought, saving herself for marriage and the man of her dreams all these years. Maybe the guys had been right, that a woman does need to get fucked. She thought about it for awhile and then decided that she had not make a mistake. That all along she had been right. Sex before marriage was wrong.
Men were cunning and sly. Her mistake had been to go out with Clifford in the first place. He was nothing like her boyfriend Davy. Davy who would only bother her about sex once in awhile and then would take no for an answer. Davy, who thought he was in seventh heaven if she just let him feel her breast from the outside of her blouse.
But she knew that Davy was not the man of her dreams. Davy was not the guy she would end up submitting her luscious, untried body too. Davy would be a safety valve, she thought. Someone to pass the time with, someone to go to a movie with or out to dinner until she met the man that would sweep her off her feet and make her his wife. And a woman.
She still couldn't figure out what had happened the night before with Clifford. Of course, she blamed him entirely. Men were like that-sly and tricky. But she solved her problem, she just wouldn't go out with men like Clifford anymore-she would stay out of temptation's path. She shuddered when she thought how close she'd come to losing her virgin cherry the night before.
Although Mary felt better now that she had thought t he whole problem through, she still didn't feel like going in to work that day and since she had already phoned in sick, thought she'd make the best of the day. She lived about three blocks from Golden Gate park and one of her favorite things in the whole workd was to take long walks through the hidden trails and forests.
She put on a pair of corduroy shorts, a plaid shirt, and her hiking shoes, locked her apartment door and happily skipped down the front steps of her building. Clifford was all but forgotten now, like a bad nightmare when you wake up in the morning and find that everything's really okay.
One of the things that she hated most about working at the bank was that she never had any weekdays free. This meant if she wanted to go hiking in the park she had to go on a week-end and then it was simply too crowded for her to find the seclusion she craved.
But today was no week-end and she was elated to discover the park was almost deserted except for an occasional jogger or artist. The beauty of Golden Gate Park always filled her with an inner peace and satisfaction. The park was so wild and natural that Mary found it hard to believe that the noisy, dirty city was only a few short blocks away.
The park, before the turn of the century, had been nothing but an almost endless stretch of wind-swept sand dunes that ran down to the ocean's edge.
When the city of San Francisco decided to replace the sand-dunes with a park they built one of the world's greatest. They built it with dozens of lakes, hidden ponds, and miles and miles of hiking trails. They brought in trees from all over the world, used huge bull dozers to create hills and valleys and finally built giant windmills all around the park to pump the water that made it green.
What Mary liked best was to find a secluded trail that she'd never hiked before and just explore-to see where it led. She'd found some of her very favorite spots in the park that way, secluded groves and hidden ponds that nobody else ever seemed to go to.
Some of her friends told her that she was crazy to go off in the park like that alone, that it was a dangerous place and that women had often been raped and sometimes even killed in the depths of the park. Mary had always scoffed of these warnings-she had never known anyone that had any trouble in the park and she certainly hadn't. To her the park was so beautiful that the thought of the ugliness of rape and murder just didn't seem to fit. The park was like a church to her. a holy place where sin could not be committed. She truly felt the lush meadows, the towering redwoods, and the gentle tranquility of the park could soften even the hardest heart, could mellow the most violent mugger. Not very logical, but Mary had never been a very logical person and had always believed in the good side of the human spirit.
Mary passed the model boating ponds, walked on further to the fly-casting ponds, and then ducked down one of the bridal trails. The smells of the park, of the flowers and the trees always pleased her. She liked the dirt and leaves beneath her feet, and the crunch of the decomposing wood.
After walking about half a mile down the bridal path, Mary saw the beginnings of a trail off to the side. It was more like half a trail, it was so unused, but the rugged naturalness appealed to her. She looked behind her just to make sure she was alone and then ducked down the trail. She felt like she had just stepped out of the world into a very private place. There was nobody around, not even the slightest trace of people ever having been there. The trail seemed to have been deserted for years. Mary moved quietly through the trees, enjoying their shade, the smell of the redwoods, and the singing of the birds perched high on their branches. She walked deeper and deeper into the depths of the forest, imagining that she was walking through Germany's Black Forest and that at any second as she rounded a bend in the trail she would see a gingerbread house with a wicked witch living inside-but she would have nothing to fear because she wouldn't eat any gingerbread. Mary laughed at the thought.
She was feeling a little tired from walking when she came upon a small secluded pond, surrounded and sheltered by shady trees. The ground was covered with a soft carpet of pine needles and leaves. There were white lilies floating on the surface of the pond and the banks were lined with thick bushes. A single swan glided peacefully across the pond. Mary was enchanted. This was a place out of her fantasies, the place she had always searched for in the park and had never been able to find. The nicest thing about it was that it looked like she was the only person in the world that had ever been there. Her own private pond!! ! A place where, when the cares and troubles of her city life became too much, she could retreat to in peace and safety. What had happened the night before with Clifford now seemed like an ancient newspaper story about something that had happened to someone else.
Mary sat down next to the pond and leaned against the trunk of a redwood. She took a little cheese and sausage from her day pack and ate a little lunch, washing it down with wine from her bota bag. Mary amused herself by throwing small pieces of french bread at the swan and watching him timidly swim over to grab the crumb and then quickly retreat to a greater distance.
The only sounds that Mary heard were the singing of the birds and the rustle of the tree branches as they swayed with gentle breeze. She was startled then when a man seemed to appear from nowhere and walked up to her. He was short and swarthy, but very strongly built-almost like a tank. Mary felt a surge of adrenalin and fear shoot through her body, but did her best to stifle it-after all she had no reason to fear this man, he'd done nothing to her, hadn't even threatened her. Just because she was all alone was no reason to assume the worst-she would assume the best and maybe by thinking positive nothing would happen and everything would turn out fine.
He walked up and stopped right in front of her, staring down. He certainly wasn't very attractive, Mary thought. And he looked like it'd been a good long while since he'd seen a bath tub. "Hi." he said.
"Hello." Mary answered nervously.
"I'm surprised to see anyone out this far into the park, especially a girl and especially alone. Don't you know that a park can be dangerous?" he asked in a friendly manner.
Mary was relieved a little by his friendly tone.
"Oh, I guess I just think the best about people. And besides it's during the daytime and there's always people around in the park-if someone were to scream I bet about fifty people would come running right away to help."
"You think so?" he said, looking around. "I think you're mistaken-what's your name."
"Uh, my name's Mary."
"Well, Mary, I think you're mistaken. First off, we are so deep in the park, in a place that on one ever goes to I don't think that even the park rangers are aware of the existence of this pond. So there's no one around here, I know that for a fact. I was really surprised to see you stumble upon the place. Now the second thing that I think you ought to know is that even if there were people around-you know what people do when they hear someone screaming for help?? They ignore it. They act like they never heard a thing and as quickly as they can they get out of hearing range. I think it's a sad comment on our society that no one wants to get involved, no one wants to help a fellow human being in distress, but that's just the way it is. Do you remember Kitty Genovese."
"Who?"
"Kitty Genovese. She was that girl in New York who was stabbed to death in an apartment complex. You know how some apartment buildings have like a center court in the middle and all of the apartments have a window that looks down on it? Well, that's where she got it and 29 of her neighbors saw it happen. They heard her screaming and yelling for help. No one helped her. No one even called the police. I guess the world's not a very nice place, is it?"
Mary was getting very nervous. Especially, because he seemed to be right. They were so far into the park that she doubted if there was another person within a mile. Mary thought it would be in her best interest to leave, and leave right away. The secluded pond no longer seemed so peaceful and tranquil. At that moment, even having Clifford around wouldn't have been too bad.
Mary stood up, dusting the pine needles off her shorts. She pulled the man's hand off her ass when he tried to help her brush them off.
"I think I can brush off the pine needles all by myself, thank you." she said.
"I'm sorry." he replied with exaggerated politeness. "I was just trying to be a gentleman. It seems that with all this woman's lib shit that chivalry is finally dead. Are you going someplace?"
Mary looked into his eyes and didn't like what she saw there. They were icy cold and glistened like hard diamonds. She saw no trace of human warmth or compassion.
"Uh, well. . . " she said, "it is getting late and I have to be getting back. It was nice talking to you, so goodbye."
The man's arm shot out against the tree, blocking her path. "Please don't go." he said. "It's not often I get to talk to such a pretty girl. You're not afraid of me are you?"
"Uh, uh, uh n-n-noooo." she stammered.
'That's good, because I think we are going to become very close friends, you and I. Wouldn't that be nice?"
Mary hoped that if she kept him talking, made some human contact with her that he might not hurt her.
"Oh, y-y-yess. I think it would be nice to be your friend. I think you're a really nice man. You remind me of my father-he was a really nice man too. And I've really enjoyed talking to you, but my mother's been sick lately and I have to go see her at the hospital before visiting hours are over."
"It'd be a shame if you ended up in the hospital with her." he sneered.
Mary felt her heart sink and a lump rise in her throat. "W-w-w-hat d-d-do you m-m-mmean?"
"Nothing really. If we're friends that is. We are friends aren't we?"
"Uh, uh, yes, of course, we are friends. I think you're a, uh, very nice and gentle man."
He laughed. "Good, that's good. I'm glad we're friends. I'm glad such a pretty, sexy girl is my friend. You have such beautiful blonde hair-I really love blonde hair, it seems so pure, if you know what I mean. It feels so soft when you run it through your fingers."
He reached out and ran his dirty fingers through Mary's long blonde hair. Mary stood stiffly still, frozen like a statue with fear.
"Yeah, I'm real glad we're such good friends." he said in a hoarse whisper. "Why don't you give your good friend a little kiss. One for luck and future health."
He leaned his smelly mouth towards hers and she turned her head to the side, big rolling sobs coming from deep in her chest.
"Oh, please, please, mister. Please let me go," she cried.
He tightened his grip on her hair, yanking her face around to face his.
"What's the matter, don't you like me, huh?? I thought we were such good friends?" he snarled sarcastically. "You want to leave. Well, maybe I'll let you. Maybe I'll let you walk right out of here-but I'm not even going to think about it until you give me a kiss from those sweet cherry lips of yours."
Between sobs Mary, in desperation puckered up her lips. He roughly pressed his mouth down on hers, grinding so hard against her lips that the pain overwhelmed even the rank smell rising from his mouth. Her teeth were clenched shut and when his thick tongue pushed up against them and couldn't get through he threw her to the ground in frustration.
Before Mary had a chance to get up and run he was on top of her, sitting on her hips, holding her down. Her eyes wide with terror she threatened, "If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to scream!! ! "
All he did was laugh visciously and pull a switchblade knife from his pocket snapping it open. "Bitch, you open that mouth to do anything but suck on my cock and I'm going to cut your vocal chords out. And that's no shit. You give me any trouble at all.. . " As he pressed the sharp point of the knife hard against the soft skin under her chin, "and I'm going to do some cutting. That pretty face of yours won't be so pretty any more. The way you'll look when I get through with you, you'll be begging men for cock. 'Cause I promise you, honey, ain't no one gonna even want to look at you let alone fuck you after I get through."
Mary's eyes were wide with terror. She was lying flat on her back on the sharp pine needles with the man straddling her waist. The second she felt the knife press against the underside of her chin she knew that she wouldn't resist, knew that there was nothing she could do-knew that she was totally in the power of this animal, this beast.
She choked back a tear and felt a sob deep in her throat. She had never dreamed losing her virginity would be. like this, with some smelly stranger, rolling in the dirt like crude animals. If only she'd let Davy do it one of the times he'd begged, that would have been so much better, it would have even been better had the first man been Clifford-but O God, not this stinking brute. . . .
Her thoughts were cut short by the stranger ripping open the front of her shirt. He had a half-smile, half-leer on his face and grunted in satisfaction when he saw the fullness of her milky white breasts spilling over the top of her brassiere. He reached down, lifted up the front of her brassiere and with a swift motion cut it in two with the knife. Her breasts tumbled out and the strangers eyes could not believe their perfection.
"Oh, baby, you hot bitch, have you got some fine tits."
Mary saw him staring at her breasts, a thin line of drool hanging from his chin.
"Please sir," she sobbed, "don't hurt me, please don't hurt me. Just let me go, please, please!! ! "
"Shut up, bitch. You fucking whore. You're going to get to leave when I tell you to leave and not a second before. Got that? You don't want to get hurt? Well, that's up to you now, isn't it? You do just like I say and don't give me any shit and you won't get hurt. You might even have some fun. You don't do what I say and some fucking plastic surgeon is gonna think your face is a jig-saw puzzle."
"Please don't hurt me-I'll do . . . I'll do anything you say."
"That's better, cunt. Now, I want you to stand up and take off those shorts-and take 'em off slow, I want to enjoy this."
He swung his weight off Mary, allowing her to get up. She thought about running, weighed the chances of getting away. But she was so scared she felt she could hardly run two feet without fainting. And the thought of what he'd do to her with that knife if he caught her was just too frightening. She had no choice but to do as he ordered.
She slowly got to her feet and stood facing him. Her shirt and sliced brassiere hung open, exposing her firm breasts. She stood facing him, trembling.
"Alright, now take 'em off-I wanna see a little strip here in the woods."
Mary felt a tear roll down her cheek as her hands went to unbutton the front of her shorts. She felt humiliated standing there undressing in front of this rapist. It was as if it wasn't really rape-he wasn't forcing her, wasn't pulling the clothes off her himself. She was so ashamed.
She let the shorts drop about her ankles and stepped out of them. All she was wearing now was the torn shirt and brassiere, her pink lacy silk panties and her hiking boots.
"Come on, goddamn it, take off them panties, and when you get 'em off, chuck 'em over here."
Mary, red with embarrassment, hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties, pulled them down around her thighs, then around her ankles. When she had them off, as she had been ordered, she threw them over to him. He caught the panties with one hand and brought them up to his nose. He inhaled their fragrance and smiled.
"Oh, baby, you smell sweet, real tasty. I see you're a real blonde too-that bush is very bit as pretty as those tits. Pretty enough to eat. Now get out of those boots and take off that shirt. You know ladies ain't supposed to be wearing boots, don't you know that?"
Mary did as she was told and stood facing him completely naked. She couldn't help but modestly cover her breasts and pussy with her hands from his obscene leer. She felt so vulnerable, so defenseless. And so afraid.
She had no idea what perversities he would command her to perform and knew that there was nothing she could do, no way to protest. No matter what he asked, no matter how degrading or humiliating or disgusting-no matter what it was he wanted to do to her, she would have to do it. It was that or get sliced to ribbons by that switchblade knife. Oh God, she thought, if only I hadn't come to the park, if only I hadn't gone so far off the beaten path. She thought bitterly of Clifton, blaming him for her presence in the park in the first place. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gruff command.
"Take your hands away from your cunt and hold 'em up behind your head." Mary did as she was told. "Oh, yeah, yeah! That's better, slut. You're a real beauty, you know that? Why you could even be in "Hustler" magazine or something.. . . Now walk over here and give me a real kiss-and you close the teeth this time and you're going to be real sorry."
Mary walked up to him and he pushed his mouth down on her lips. She forced herself to keep her teeth open and not to gag as his vile tongue rudely pushed its way into her mouth, scouring the inside. One of his hands went down to grab her naked ass cheek-he spread them apart, running his hand up and down her ass crack, moaning lustfully.
He continued kissing her, his tongue entwining with her and his saliva flowing into her mouth. He kept one hand on her ass and with the other reached down and grabbed one of her breast, squeezing and kneading it forcefully.
Mary was still sobbing, with tears rolling down her cheeks, but at the same time she was disgusted to discover that her body was responding to his vile touch. Her nipples were as hard as little pebbles and she felt the blood rushing to her genitals. Why, why, why, couldn't her mind control her body even in this terrifying situation?
He broke away from the kiss. "Now, that's a little better, bitch. Get down on your knees."
Mary hesitated for a second thinking, O please God, not this, not this!
"I don't want to tell you twice or I'm gonna have to do some smacking."
Mary fell to her knees in front of him, her eyes were at the same level as his zipper. She felt a little sick to her stomach.
"Now pull down that zipper-it's feeding time."
Mary hesitated again and this time he didn't say anything but slapped her across the side of her head full force, knocking her sprawling on the ground. Mary's face tingled with pain and she immediately realized that this guy wasn't fooling around, that she was really going to have to do what he said, when he said it.
She said a silent vow to herself that no matter what happened, she was going to get out of the situation alive. She quickly scrambled back to her knees and began to unzip his pants..
"That's better, bitch-you learn quick. Let's hope I don't have to teach you any other lessons because they just get rougher. And sometimes when I get rough I remember how much fun it is-and then sometimes I can get a little carried away."
Her face still throbbing with pain Mary pulled down his zipper and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled his pants down around his thighs and gasped at what was revealed. His cock was ugly, and about eleven inches long. The thick cock head was swollen and purple and the whole meaty, erect rod stood straight out from his body, sticking obscenely in her face. Even his balls were huge and swollen, dangling like two hairy racquet balls from his crotch.
She knew what he wanted, and not wishing to displease him she reached up and took his blue veined stiffness in her hands. She could barely get her fingers around it, it was so thick. She was afraid that if he tried to fuck her with this monster it would split her in two.
She knew what she had to do and as much as the thought disgusted her, she opened her mouth and slowly slid the thick cock-head into her mouth. He grunted with pleasure as he felt the warm wetness of her mouth envelope his throbbing prick. Mary surpassed her urge to gag, fearful of what he might do to punish her. Her only hope was that a park ranger might stumble upon them and rescue her, but time was running out and running out fast.
Although she had never sucked a man's cock before (although she had sucked Clifford's the night before, that was for some reason just a hazy, indistinct memory) she had read a magazine where a letter-writer described how to do it.
She used her tongue to lick the swollen cock head, going around it in slow circles. She prayed that when he came it wouldn't be in her mouth. She licked and began to suck. He put his hand behind her head, pushing his bloated cock deep into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. Her entire mouth was filled with cock. He started pushing her head up and down the length of his thick shaft, as if he were fucking her mouth. Every time he drove it in to the hilt, his bloated testicles would slap with an obscene plop against her chin. Mary supported herself my wrapping her arms around his thick, hairy legs and holding on for dear life as he rammed his prick over and over again into her mouth.
"That's it, baby, that's it. Suck on that big cock, suck on it. I bet you've never had one this big before, have you baby? I bet you never had one taste so good before, fill your hungry mouth up so full before. Oh, yeah, lick it, suck it, lick it, suck it. When I cum I'm going to fill your mouth so full of my sticky cum you're going to choke. And you're going to lick up every last drop, aren't you slut. Fucking whore, cock-sucking bitch. Oh, yeah suck on it, suck on it-feels so good, feels so fine.. . . "
Mary was totally repulsed by what she was doing, yet feared for her life to the point where she knew she had better suck his cock like it'd never been sucked before-knew that she'd better make him happy. Suddenly the huge cock seemed to swell even larger, as if it were about to burst.
"OH GOD!! ! ! " he moaned, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to come all over your mouth. OH YEAH, OH YEAH, HERE IT HERE IT HERE IT COMES!! ! ! ! "
His hands gripped so tight around her head that even if she felt she could get away with not drinking down all his cum she couldn't. The semen burst into her mouth with gushing squirts, one right after the other. Mary swallowed the hot sticky cum as fast as she could to keep from choking. She slurped and swallowed all the while wishing he would stop, wishing that his throbbing penis would stop pumping that seemingly endless supply of male cum into her mouth. Would this nightmare ever end!? ? ?
She was surprised that the taste wasn't as disgusting as she thought it would be-but the whole situation was just too humiliating, too degrading.
Here was Mary Jenkins, the girl whose beauty was such that men gave up their turn to come to her bank window, here was Mary Jenkins stark naked on her knees in a forest clearing with a man's hot cum pumping cock shoved down her throat and she swallowing like a hungry whore. Mary wished she'd become a nun after all and had never seen a man for her whole life. They were worse than animals. . . .
Finally, with a hideous grunt, he shot one last load into her mouth. "OH, yeah, sweet-meat," he whispered, "that was good, real good-I think you've got some talent baby. Now, lick it clean, get every last drop-we wouldn't want to waste any."
Mary did exactly as she was told, licking up every last salty bit from the rapidly shrinking cock head. She prayed that now that he'd done his vile deed he'd let her go.
"Please. . . . " she asked, "can I go now, please let me go and I won't tell anyone, I promise.. . . "
"Let you go?" he laughed. "We ain't hardly begun to have any fun-I just got my rocks off, but what 'bought you baby? You gotta get yours off too.. . . "
"Really," Mary pleaded, "it's okay, I mean it was enough that you got your, I mean you had your orgasm, I really need to go, I mean I am supposed to visit my mother and all.. . . "
"Shut up," he growled, "I'm sick of hearing you run your mouth off. You're going to get your rocks off even if it kills you. Now go sit down, leaning against that tree."
Mary did as she was told, having no idea what disgusting thing she was going to have to do now. Her mouth still tasted like cum and the taste wouldn't go away. Still holding the knife, the stranger went and sat down about three feet directly in front of Mary.
"Alright, baby. We gonna have a little fun now. You ever play make-believe?? Well, that's what we're gonna do now. You're going to make believe that I'm not here and you're all alone out in the woods. Hot bitch that you are, you're so horny that you can't stand it-you've taken off all your clothes, sat down by this tree and now you're going to satisfy your desires."
Mary turned a bright crimson. She could hardly bring herself to masturbate when she was home alone-she thought it was a vile, disgusting thing to do. No lady ever did it-only whores and sluts and people of weak morals and will. Now she was going to have to touch herself right out in the open, in the broad daylight and this was too much, too perverse!! ! She wished she were dead, wished that he would kill her then and there and get the whole thing over with. But then she saw his gleaming knife and quickly changed her mind.
"Now spread your legs and get to it!! " he commanded. Mary spread her legs wide, revealing her blonde pubic vee and the moist wet flesh within. She began to cry again with humiliation as she placed a hand on her cunt and began to run her fingers up and down her slit. He stared straight at her pussy, his pants still down around his knees and the knife in his left hand.
"Use both hands and spread your cunt lips wide-I wanna look inside your pussy!"
Mary had never felt so naked before in her life. She spread her labial lips wide, revealing the dark recess of her tight love channel.
"Now put your finger in, work it around, get it all wet and juicy."
As she plunged her fore-finger into the hot cavity the stranger grew more excited. As he heard the plops and squishy sounds that her finger in her wet pussy made he almost began to tremble with lust. Finally, he could take it no longer and crawled on his hands and knees until his face was right in front of her pussy. Mary moved her hands away.
"Put those hands back, goddammit, and spread those lips. I wanna see it, I wanna smell it!! ! "
He was sniffing her like a dog, drawing in huge gulps of the musky scent and grunting with pleasure, his eyes wide, only mere inches from her quivering flesh.
He began to lick her pussy with long hard strokes of his tongue, first plunging it deep into her vagina and then licking her slit upwards until he came to her clitoris, which he drew quick little circles around.
Mary was disgusted with herself as she felt her body begin to respond to his incessant licking. She'd involuntarily grunt when he stuck his tongue deep into her tight hole and then gasp with pleasure as he ran up her gushing slit and nibbled on her clitoris. She soon forgot her terror, her desperate situation. Her whole attention, her whole being seemed to be absorbed in her raging genitals. Involuntarily her hips began to grind in slow, instinctual circles, rising up to meet his lapping tongue.
Hot waves of pleasure seemed to surge through her body-she had never felt anything like it before and she never wanted it to stop. Her eyes glazed over in uncomprehending pleasure as the stranger's tongue lashed her pussy into a frenzy of wanton arousal.
"Oh God!! ! " she hissed, "yeah, yeah, yeah, it never felt like this. Lick my pussy, lick my snatch, make me cum, I want to cum. I need to cum. O baby, make me cum, that's it, that's it, lick it right there, right-you've got it now, daddy, OH PAPA!! ! ! ! Feels soooooo goooooooood!! ! " she squealed in ecstasy.
He pulled his head up from her steaming cunt and she moaned in dismay "GOD O GOD-DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING, PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME-LET ME CUM, MAKE ME CUM!! ! " she pleaded.
"Oh, you're going to cum alright baby-but it's gonna be with eleven inches of rock-hard cock stuffed up your cunt. You're so tight I think I'm going to split you in two, let me loosen things up a bit down there. . . . "
He took one of his fingers and began to work it into her cunt, moving in loud squishy circles. As soon as he stopped licking her clitoris, Mary rapidly came back to her senses. Her moans of pleasure turned to moans of despair and pleas for pity.
He stopped as he put his finger in deeper and felt some resistance. "What the fuck?? ? " Then he started laughing, howling. "I can't believe this shit. I got me a virgin here. Still got your cherry, baby? Is that what I feel down here in this nice tight cunt? No wonder you're so tight, you ain't never had a cock before, have you? And a bitch as good looking as you, too. You must be some kinda cock-tease!! ! "
Mary didn't say anything in reply. She just lay back against the tree, her legs spread as wide as they would go, hoping-praying that her ordeal would be over. If he was to rape her, then there was nothing she could do about it. She would just have to lie back and take it. Let him do his animal deed and hope he gets it over quickly and that it doesn't hurt too much. She cried bitterly when she thought of the irony of having saved her virgin cherry all these years just to have it rended by some creep in a public park. She trembled with fear remembering his cock's huge size when it filled up her mouth. She feared that it might split her right in two.
"You're in luck today, baby." he said. "It's my personal opinion that cherry's are more trouble than they're worth-I don't mind a little blood when I'm fucking someone, but I don't really like it on my cock, if you know what I mean. Besides that, I'm really a backdoor man and I got another hard-on that wants to take you for a little trip down the dirt-road."
Mary had no idea what he was talking about. She didn't know what a "back-door man" or even what a trip down the dirt road was. For the first time since her ordeal began she had a dim ray of hope. If she understood him correctly he wasn't going to pop her cherry-which meant, she thought, that he wasn't going to fuck her. Maybe, she hoped and prayed, maybe, just maybe, he'd let her go-hadn't he defiled her enough?? ?
He reached over on the ground and picked up a small, fallen tree branch. "Roll over on your stomach." he commanded.
Oh, God, thought Mary, he's going to beat me now with that stick. But then he shoved it in front of her face and said, "Open your mouth and bite down on this-I think you might need it."
Mary was dumbfounded-bite on a stick?? Why?? ? But she wasn't about to ask him and risk getting him angry, so, she dutifully opened her mouth and bit down on the stick. She wondered just what perversion he was going to perform upon her helpless body. What could he possibly do that she would need a stick in her mouth for?
Then she felt his powerful hands massaging her firm buttocks. She felt something wet and slippery on her anus and, with a start, realized that his finger was invading her asshole. OH MY GOD!! she thought. NOT THAT. ANYTHING BUT PLEASE NOT THAT!! ! ! !
"Ahhhh!! " she grunted in pain and bit down on the stick as one of his thick fingers probed the defenses of her rubbery rectum.
"Oh, yeah!! ! " he whispered, working his fingers in ever widening circles into her rosy anus. This is one tight little bung hole. I bet you haven't ever had any cock up here, either. MMM-mmm-mmm, so nice, so tight, and those luscious little ass cheeks look soooo good I'm gonna take my time and ream you out right, baby-there ain't no feeling in the world like getting it all the way up the ass, getting that chocolate tunnel filled to the brim with nice creamy cum-kinda like the frosting on a cake. Soooooo sweet.
Mary was lying flat on her stomach with her naked ass waving in the air while this ugly stranger was reaming her asshole in ever-widening circles with one hand and stroking his rapidly hardening cock with the other. Mary's despair was total. Just his finger in her asshole hurt so bad that she was already biting down on the stick just as hard as she could. It hurt so bad!! Why was this happening to her?? ? Why her?? What had she ever done to deserve this treatment?? ! ! Tears of bitterness and pain welled in her eyes. The pain from his finger was so great that she thought she would literally die should he attempt to cram that huge cock of his in there. In desperation she thought of one other option.
"PLEASE!! ! ! Please mister.. .it hurts so bad I don't think I can stand it, please stop and I'll do something else for you, I'll, I'll suck on your . . . I'll suck on your penis again if you just stop hurting my anus-I can't stand it. Please don't fuck me there, anything else, anything else . . . Oh, take my virginity before that, fuck my vagina if you have to, but please not in my ass, not in my ass!! " she pleaded. She begged. She cried. The stranger was unmoved and all the while she was pleading he kept his finger reaming in and out of her asshole.
"Baby, you can beg 'till woman grows cocks, you can plead until dogs fuck cats and it's still not going to do you any good. See, bitch, I don't even want your godamn cherry-I mean I have a sister myself. I killed the guy who took her cherry. I'm an ass man. And you sure got a fine ass, so fine that your sweet little butt-hole even smells good. I got to get inside of it. I got to get my piece up there, and I got to hear you squeal and see you squirm. And I'm just about ready-open up your mouth and grease up my cock with some spit."
Mary wanted to die when she saw how huge his pulsing cock had grown. She obediently opened her mouth, knowing the slippier it was the less it was going to hurt, or even injure her. She licked it from end to end using every drop of saliva she had. Finally, he pulled it out of her mouth and Mary bit down firmly on the stick, awaiting her ravishment. Awaiting her total defilement.
"AAAAAGGGG GGGGGH HHHHH!! ! ! ! ! ! " Mary moaned as he lewdly pushed his thick cock-head against the rubbery button of her anus. It couldn't possibly go in, she thought. It was just too big. It felt like he was trying to put his fist up there. But he kept pushing, letting up for a second and then pushing harder than before. "MMMMppphhhh mmm mmm mmmmphhhhh!! ! " whimpered Mary. Her whole ass was on fire with pain and the more she cried and groaned the more he seemed to enjoy it.
Finally, Mary gasped as she felt her anus expand for a second as his cock shoved all the way up to the hilt. She couldn't move against the skewering thickness she felt impaled upon hot poker. She bit the stick right in two as he started pumping his rock-hard cock into her inflamed and ravaged asshole.
He would pull the big cock almost all the way out, sliding easily down up and down the slippery mine-shaft of her rectum, until his engorged cock-head widened her already stretched sphincter beyond the limit.
She was grunting, screaming, and crying all at once when he would plunge it all the way to the hilt, stopping only as his bloated balls slapped obscenely against her upraised buttocks.
She heard him grunt over her, "That's it, baby, you got it, you got it, you got it all the way up your ass. My cock is in your ass, my cock is splitting you in two, you love it don't you bitch? You love getting fucked in the ass, the pain feels so good, doesn't it, cunt? You fucking cunt!! ! ! ! You slimy slut!! ! Fucking, sucking whore!! ! ! !
These were the last words Mary heard when, mercifully, she passed out.
Mary awoke to find herself alone. She was laying naked on the soft pine needles, her rectum still throbbing with pain. She quickly got dressed and walked back to her apartment. All she wanted in the world was to take a shower. She wanted to wash every trace of the rapist touch from her body.
As she stood in the hot, steamy shower, Mary thought of what had happened in the last two days. Thought of the disgusting acts she had been forced to perform, thought of the assaults that had been made upon her innocent body.
Yet, she mused, when all was said and done she hadn't really been hurt. Her inflamed anus still smarted a bit, but was feeling better all the time, and when the time came for her to marry, she could still offer her husband an intact cherry.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rufus Washington and Lupe Chingamucho were just killing time, leaning against the side of Lupe's '64 Chevy Impala watching the traffic go by on Mission Street. They spent a lot of their evenings doing this. Just watching the cars go by, waving at friends, talking to girls. Talking to the girls is what they liked best. Lupe had the car and Rufus had the lines. Between the two of them they were very successful with the black chicks and chicanos that cruised by.
Both were in their middle twenties, Rufus was black and Lupe, Mexican. They were an odd couple, but complemented each other well. Rufus, as he called himself, was "one street wise nigger". He'd grown up in the ghetto and grown up the hard way. He fought his way through school until he realized that a man, if he was slick enough-if he was cool enough, could talk his way out of almost any situation. And he'd look a lot better for it as a result. Lupe, with English as a second language, had never learned to talk as smoothly as Rufus and so still let his fists do the talking. He took pride in the fact that he'd never let anyone give him any kind of shit whatsoever and that he had a reputation around the barrio as a "crazy dude." Someone not to be fucked with.
When the two of them were together, Rufus supplied the mouth and Lupe the punch. They usually got what they wanted and nobody gave them a bad time.
They were hanging out on Mission Street for another reason, too. Both were broke. Welfare checks weren't due for another week and Lupe couldn't even afford to buy gas for the Chevy. He had to leave it parked. Times were tough.
"Ain't this some kinda bitch?? ? " grumbled Rufus. "Sheeeeiiitt, baby! My motherfucking pockets got no rattle in 'em whatsoever-I got no dough, I got no bread!! It's Saturday night and I can't even get me a bottle of "Night Train" to ease my po' dry troat. Say, what 'bout you, baby.. . . You got any bread, Lupe."
Lupe puffed at his Marlboro, "S'hit, man. I don' got no dinero either. Even my Chevy can't go nowhere. It's too bad, man, that the welfare cheques only venga every dos weeks.. . . "
"You right there, jack. I don't even got no food-stamps left. It's gittin harder and harder, I tell you, to make a living without working these days . . . Mother fucker!! ! ! ! Check that out Lupe!! ! "
A black Cadillac Eldorado convertible with four beautiful blondes had just driven by. One of them had turned and flashed Rufus a big smile.
Rufus went crazy. "Oh, man!! ! Would I love to get into some of that white pussy-so fine!! ! That soft blonde hair and those sweet smelling blonde pussiesI tell ya true, man, I am getting jes a little tired of these funky black bitches, ya reach down ta their pussies and grab ahold a dat nappy, kinky old coarse nigger fur. Well, I am getting tired o' that shit. I want me a fine white woman sometime I want me a fine white woman with blonde hair and blue eyes and she be ridin' down the street in a new caddy, jes like them bitches we just saw. Oh, Lordy!! It'd be so good, it'd be so fine. I's got to have it at least once in this po' nigger's life, at least once I want some of that fine white pussy."
Lupe, as usual, didn't say much, but the glazed look of lust in his Mexican brown eyes informed Rufus that he was in perfect agreement. In fact, all he said was, "Yo tambien."
Rufus continued, "But you see here, Lupe, my man, the bitch of the whole thing is to get them fine white women you got to have bread. You know what I mean. You got to have a fine car and some sharp clothes-because if'n you don't, if you jes a jive-ass buck po' nigger an you wanna white woman, you know what you get? Funky white trash. That ugly shit you see some of the brothers sniffing around at. They be just the rejects that none o' the white folk want. Sheee-iiiiit, I can get some o'dat anytime I want. But, that fine white stuff is another question all together. It takes money, my man. If n you don't got the go, you be grabbing your nut wid raggedy, ugly, nasty kind a woman."
Lupe, still looking cool, puffing on another Marlboror, leaned back, digesting Rufus' speech. "Seguro, man. Listen, ese, I don't even got money for the Chevy, man. I's hard, man."
An idea was beginning to form in Rufus' nappy head. He started moving about in sort of a loose-limb walk.
"I got de plan, man! I got de plan!! ! You 'member my cousin Booker. You know the cat, man!! He's doing some time up in Soledad right now?? Well, that cat was never short on bread-he had that bad-ass Lincoln wid the true-spoke wheels and the gangster whitewalls? And the chicks he had-man he got knee-deep in some fine cotton. Well, you see, Lupe, my main man, the cat used to bump off banks. Like shooting fish in the barrel. All you gots to do is walk into de place, say baby if n you don't give me all your mother-fucking money I'm going to blow your head off-and then we be swinging. We use the welfare checks for tip money."
Lupe face twisted up in thought. "But hombre, what happens if we get caught?"
"You got to think positive, baby. What happens if we don't get caught. That's what you should be thinkin' 'bout. 'Cause if n we don't get caught, we be sitting pretty. Doing our thing down at the Disco every night, get some new threads, fix up your wheels. Oh, yheah!! ! We gonna have us some good times.. . . "
Lupe was still sketptical. "Yeah, man, but what happens if we get caught?"
"Sheeeittt!! ! ! You one yellow beaner if I ever saw one. Big fucking deal-so we get caught. All that happens then is we do a little time in the pen. Be a good chance to see some of our friends and relatives."
Lupe finally went along with the idea, especially after Rufus had called him yellow. Lupe considered himself to be a man without fear, a malo hombre who could and would do anything.
They borrowed enough money to buy a six-pack and talked over the scheme in detail. Weapons were no problem since they are as plentiful in the ghetto as trash compactors are in Beverly Hills. They thought about and talked about all the TV shows that they'd seen where a bank got robbed and finally decided upon a simple plan.
They leave their car parked at the curb with the engine running, simply walk in point their guns at the tellers, demand that the money be put in paper sacks and then split and party it up for a couple months.
There was a bank that was near one of the Discos they frequented and, as far as they were concerned, one bank was as good as the other. So they decided to knock it off. It happened to be the Founder's Bank of San Francisco. The very bank where Mary Jenkins worked.
CHAPTER EIGHT
And at the Founder's Bank, Mary's absence for two days had not gone unnoticed.
First, Old Mr. Rocklin had been requesting that Mary be sent to his office for a conference. Every day he'd ask his secretary to arrange it and every day when she came back to report that "Miss Mary Jenkins was not feeling well and had called in sick" he grew more agitated. Thoughts of her luscious, ripe body filled his head all day long as he sat at his broad oak desk. He felt like he was a school boy again, sitting in class all day long nursing a hard-on. Only this time he didn't have a hard-on. The last one he'd had was the last time that Mary had been in his office. The time he'd lustily pursued her around the desk. He didn't know what it was about her that did it to him. Maybe it was the combination of her incredible good looks along with her aura of innocence. Whatever it was, he wished he could figure it out.
He'd tried it with other girls since then. New tellers and others at the bank who were hoping for advancement. Some of them put up no resistance at all. Some of them willingly stripped off their dresses in his locked office, happily went down on their knees and tried to suck some life into his flaccid penis. But it didn't work-it never did. The only hard-on he'd had in over ten years had been when Mary Jenkins was in his office. When Mary Jenkins had told him no and with a look of terrified innocence fled around his desk.
Just the thought of her made his knees tremble. If he thought it would have done any good at all he would have jerked off then and there. The frustration was driving him wild. All he could think of was Mary and all day long he stared at the photo he'd pulled from her employee's file.
He pressed his intercom to speak to his secretary, Mrs. Crow, "Linda, I would like a full report on one of our employees, a certain Miss Mary Jenkins. She's been out sick now for about three days, I think, and I want to know just what in the hell, if anything, is the matter with her and just when we can expect her back at the bank. Let me know as soon as you get any word. And also, cancel that appointment with the new girl teller, uh, Miss Phyliss Roth. That's all, thank you."
Linda raised her eyebrows in surprise. Mr. Rocklin had never shown such interest in any one girl before and he'd certainly never cancelled a "conference" with a new employee as beautiful as Miss Roth.
Maybe he was feeling ill. She considered phoning his doctor.
At that very moment, in another part of the bank, Clifford Freemans was suffering from very mixed emotions. Mary had not come into work ever since their date together. He couldn't figure it out. He remembered how terribly upset she'd been when she threw him out the door. But he hadn't really done anything to her. He hadn't even fucked her. Just slipped her a little ginseng to warm her up, and she wasn't even aware of that. So why had she stayed home from work?? Was she far more sensitive than Clifford had imagined. Had he caused her some grave mental distress? Was she eventually going to lose her job because of what Clifford had done? One part of him was feeling very guilty about the whole affair. Another part of him was feeling something entirely different.
That part of him remembered very vividly what her naked body had looked like. Remembered the sensual perfection of its form. Remembered seeing her hungry mouth sucking on his cock, seeing his prick shoved all the way in. He remembered the glazed look of lust on her face as the cum overflowed her mouth and drooled down her chin. That image he couldn't shake and the more he thought about it the more he realized that he'd soon be making one of his increasingly frequent trips to the bathroom to relieve his frustration.
He wished she would come back to the bank and wished she would come back soon. He was going to ask her out again. He didn't think she would go, but he had to try. If only he had one more chance. This time he'd give her twice as much ginseng-no he'd give her three times as much. But he had to get into that pussy. One way or another.
And in still another part of the bank, someone else was thinking about Mary, wondering why she was gone and wishing she would come back soon. Ever since she had started attending ERA meetings, Doris Lamp had been seeing Susan more often. Growing to love all aspects of lesbian sex. Growing sexually as her sensuality first emerged and then grew and grew.
But Susan, physically, wasn't her type. She was too masculine, reminded her too much of the men she was trying to put out of her life. Reminded her too much of her wimpy husband who was now sulking because he no longer received his piece of wifely pussy every Saturday night. Doris had told him to use his hand-that the hand would probably enjoy it more than she did.
So, Doris had begun to expand her horizons a bit. She acknowledged the fact that she wanted sex with women. The only question was with who. And that's when Doris thought of Mary Jenkins.
She remembered that Mary didn't really seem to want anything to do with the guys working at the bank. Unlike the other tellers who gossiped incessantly about this guy or that guy, Mary had never really seemed to be interested in those kinds of conversations. She had also heard that rumor about Mary refusing to accommodate Mr. Rocklin.
Putting two and two together, Doris concluded that Mary was a very likely candidate for seduction and that all she had to do was play her cards just right and Mary would be eating out of her hands. And other places too. And besides, as much as Susan wasn't Doris' preferred physical type, Mary was. Totally feminine, totally beautiful.
Doris hoped that Mary's illness wasn't serious and that she'd be coming back to work real soon.
Mary had been feeling better all the time. The memories of what had happened were rapidly receding in her mind and she realized that, as disgusting as they had been, she hadn't really been damaged. Her pride hurt, yes. But nothing else, really.
But she was developing a real distaste for men. The thought of Clifford Freeman disgusted her. The thought of old Mr. Rocklin disgusted her even more. She never even thought of Doris-sex between women was something that Mary adamantly refused to believe occurred. It was just something that people made up to write about in dirty books.
She still continued to date Davy. Because, after all, he was a nice guy, he was no problem to handle sexually, and even Mary got lonely and liked a little friendly companionship once in awhile.
But she knew that Davy was going to be the only guy she dated for awhile. She just didn't want to take any more chances like she had with Clifford. He'd seemed like a really nice guy. Maybe he was. She didn't know. She wasn't sure just how she ended up naked with a mouthful of disgusting cum, either.
She wasn't going to go walking by herself in the park, or walking alone at night or answering the door without checking to see who it is or any number of things she used to do before her two bad experiences.
Yet, there were some other thoughts that Mary had about the whole thing. Sometimes she wondered if she was out of step with the times. Could she be the only 24 year old virgin left in the city of San Francisco? Maybe if she hadn't been such a prude, maybe if she'd lived life a little fuller, her bad experiences would not have happened. But these thoughts she put out of mind. They were just mere speculation, an aspect of the question to be considered and then rejected.
Mary felt it was high time to go back to work and to put the past behind her. Tomorrow, a new life would begin for her. She smiled as she looked at the framed poster hanging in her bedroom. It was of a couple silhouetted on the beach against a blazing sunset. They were facing each other, holding hands and obviously looking deeply into each others eyes. In bold white letters beneath it read, "Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life."
CHAPTER NINE
At work the next day everyone was as nice to Mary as they could possibly be. She was a bright spirit around the bank and people had genuinely missed her. Others had missed her for other reasons. There was a new gleam in Clifford's eye when he greeted her for the first time that morning. It was a gleam that made Mary more than uncomfortable and a little embarrassed. But she said hello to him anyway, determined to ignore the whole affair.
At about ll:30 Mary took her first break of the day. Bank tellers were only allowed ten minutes off twice a day and so each break was something really to be savored and Mary always looked forward to hers. She headed for the employees lounge, grabbed a cup of hot coffee and sat down at the table to browse the morning paper.
Mary was surprised when Doris Lamp sat down next to her at the table. Doris, as Mary's supervisor, had always seemed a little cold and aloof, though less so, Mary noticed, with the female employees as opposed to the men. Mary had always been intimidated by Doris-around the bank she seemed so assertive, so in charge, and very much in control of the situation.
"I'm glad to see you back at work, Mary," said Doris, in an uncommonly friendly tone. "We all missed you here, and I think I'm speaking for everyone when I say that."
"Why, uh, thank you." replied Mary, somewhat unsure of the situation.
"We hope that you weren't too ill?" asked Doris.
"No, no. It wasn't really anything serious at all. Just one of the bugs that's been going around, I guess." Mary wasn't about to tell Doris, or anyone else, the real reason for her absence. At just the thought of what had happened to her, Mary felt the blood rising in her cheeks-her shame giving her away.
Doris noticed Mary's blush-it was really pretty hard to ignore. But Doris simply thought it was the embarrassment of having, perhaps, told a lie. That maybe Mary hadn't been sick, that she'd simply taken a few days off work. Doris hoped that it hadn't been to spend time with some man.
"Well, will you look at that!" exclaimed Doris, pointing to the morning's headline. The front-page story was the ERA defeated by the Utah state legislature.
"How could they do that!" complained Doris. "It's just incredible, just incredible."
Mary didn't quite know how to respond. The whole idea about the ERA confused her. Someone told her that if it passed both men and woman would be required to use the same bathroom. Mary was quite sure that she wasn't for that. But, on the other hand Mary felt that it was unfair for a man to earn more than a woman if they both did the same job. She didn't really like to think about it much.
Doris looked over at her. "Mary, you know I've been working with a group lately that is trying to see that this thing gets passed. I think it's tremendously important for women everywhere to support this. I think it's pretty obvious by now that unless our rights are protected by law, this male dominated society isn't going to give us one thing. One little thing! You know how long I've been working at this bank? Too long. And I've seen men come in here, work for a couple of years and then get promoted right over my head. It's just not fair.. . . "
"Well, I think you're right, there." answered Mary. "Sometimes, though, I don't really understand what all these "feminists" are talking about. I may be wrong, but it sure looks like a lot of them are simply trying to become men."
Doris finished her cup of coffee. "You know, Mary, I used to think the same things. And then I learned a little more about it. And I met some of the people who are working for it-some really nice women. I think you'd like them too. We're having a meeting tonight-would you like to come?"
Mary was flattered that a woman like Doris Lamp would ask her to a political meeting and the thought of spending an evening with a group of women instead of a man held a very strong attraction for her after her recent experiences.
"I think that'd be really interesting," said Mary."
"Yes, I'll go with you tonight. "Mary looked at the clock. "Oopps! I'm late. You know how the bank frowns on long breaks! I'll talk to you when I get off work."
Doris lit a cigarette as she watched Mary run out the door. She watched her buttocks move in a manner she never would have just a few weeks before. She thought of Mary like a spider thinks about a fly. She would be patient. She would wait and watch and then when the time was right, she would make her move. She would pounce, wrap her up, and then eat her at her leisure. And from the way it looked, it'd be very, very delicious.
When Mary returned to her window, there was a small note enclosed in an official bank envelope. She opened it and was surprised to find a note from the bank president, Mr. Rocklin inside. The note read, "Miss Jenkins, please report for a meeting at the President's office at 1:00 p.m. this afternoon." And that's all it said.
Her first day back at work and already old Mr. Rocklin was after her. She crumpled up the note in anger and threw it away. How dare he! She thought about immediately going to Doris and informing her about just what had happened before in Mr. Rocklin's office and about the note she had just received. But she was unsure what Doris' reaction would be. And Mary was the type who, if she could avoid trouble, would. She certainly didn't want to start anything that might result in losing her job. She couldn't afford that at any cost. Or almost any cost, she thought wryly.
She then realized that at 1:00 p.m. she would be in Mr. Rocklin's office. Maybe he really needed to see her about bank business. But she was pretty sure that he didn't. She was also pretty sure that she'd have no problem eluding his grasp again. She was younger and a whole lot faster. And if being chased around a desk is what it took to keep her job, Mary thought, then she would have to be chased around the desk. But that was all that would happen. She would sooner starve than trade her body for anything. Maybe, she mused, if the ERA passed, woman would not be subjected to this kind of thing anymore. The more she thought about old Mr. Rocklin the more curious she became about the ERA meeting she was going to go to that night. Mary was going to have a few things to talk to the girls about.
Mary's thoughts were interrupted by the unwanted presence of Mr. Clifford Freeman. Mary turned and gave him a glance that would freeze molten lava.
"It's good to have you back," smiled Clifford.
Mary was coldly polite. "Thank you, Mr. Freeman.
It's good to be back. Now may I continue with my work?"
"Uh, sure, Mary. It's just that I'd like to talk with you. Do you think we could get together for a drink after work?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Freeman, but I have plans."
"Well, what about tomorrow, then?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Freeman, but I have plans."
Clifford's feelings were rapidly sinking. It was beginning to look like he was never going to get the chance to slip her the triple dose of ginseng. Looking at her luscious body, it was a very disturbing thought. He'd give it one more try.
"Well," he said, "are you booked up all weekend?"
Mary turned with a small, thin smile. "As far as you're concerned, Mr. Freeman, I am busy and will be busy for a long, long, time. Say about a hundred years?"
"I, uh, think I get the message."
"Do you?"
"I take it that you don't want to go out with me?"
'That, Mr. Freeman, is what some people might term to be an understatement. You're correct, there. No, I don't want to go out with you. Now or any time in the future."
"All I really want is a chance to explain what happened the other night."
"I don't think any explanations are necessary. It's all rather obvious what happened. I think it boils down to the fact that you are not a gentleman. You are someone who would take advantage of a girl who had too much to drink. And I'd just as soon not talk about it any more. I find the whole subject humiliating and I'd just as soon not talk to you anymore. Ever." And with that Mary turned her back on a stunned and crestfallen Clifford Freeman.
His disappointment, however, soon turned to anger. He wasn't used to women talking to him like that or treating him in that manner. Most of the tellers in the bank would love to go out with him, they'd jump at the chance. And they wouldn't give him any shit about going to bed with him, either. He'd make Miss Mary Jenkins pay for this, he vowed. He didn't know when or how, but someday she would be very sorry that she spurned Clifford Freeman. She would be very sorry, indeed.
In another, very different part of the city, Rufus Washington and Lupe Chingamucho were nervously getting ready for their bank robbery.
They had it all planned out and it was going to be very simple. They were going to use Lupe's '64 Chevy Impala. They figured it would be the ideal get-a-way car since there were so many of them around. It didn't dawn on them that although in the Mexican barrio a '64 blue metal-flaked Chevy Impala with hydraulic shocks, white tuck-n-roll interior and three TV antennas was a pretty common sight, in the neighborhood of the First Founder's Bank of San Francisco, that car would stand out like Dolly Parton at an ERA rally.
But these were details not to be worried about. They would pull the car up in front of the bank, hop out, leaving the engine running, and walk in the bank. They both had guns: Rufus a sawed-off shotgun he stole from his father's house and Lupe a Colt .45 automatic pistol that his brother had gotten a few years back as a Christmas present before he was sent to prison.
Once in the bank, they'd point the guns around, tell everyone to hit the floor, and then quickly scoop all the money into some flour sacks that Lupe had got, walked out the door, hop in the Chevy and speed off to some good times.
As Rufus had explained to Lupe many, many times: A simple plan works best. It's when you start complicating the whole thing up with a lot of thinking that you get in trouble. Nothing imagine, just walk in, get the money, and walk out. Rufus had seen this plan in more than one TV show and had noted that when the robbers kept the plan simple, they almost never got caught.
They checked their guns to make sure they were loaded, grabbed the flour sacks and drove off towards the unsuspecting First Founder's Bank of San Francisco.
On the way, Rufus noticed that Lupe was quieter than usual. He had his usual blue-bandanna wrapped around his forehead, was chewing on his usual toothpick, but seemed really uptight.
"Was the matter witch you, man?" asked Rufus.
"You ain't getting uptight on me now, is you?"
Lupe slowly turned to look at Rufus. "No man," he slurred, "I'm cool, I'm cool.. . . " Lupe's eyes were glazed over and he seemed even more relaxed than usual.
"Now, just what the fuck kind a shit if this?" asked Rufus. "You all fucked up. We goin' pull us a job and you gone and took those reds again. Shit, fool, you be lucky to get in the bank, let alone get yore dumb ass out a it. I should've known better than to get involved with a beaner. You people all alike. You slow to begin wid, a bunch o'lazy motherfuckers if n ever dere was one. And then you compound de problem by eaten downers like a baby drink milk. Shit.. . . "
Lupe slowly raised the Colt .45 and pointed it right at Rufus' head. "What is that you saying, hombre negro:
Rufus immediately popped out in a sweat on his forehead. He knew Lupe was crazy and had seen him do a lot of crazy shit before.
"Uh, uh . . . uh, you know, Lupe, my man, I's just talkin' some shit, just tellin' a few jokes. You my bro', right? I mean we's partners, ain't we. You an me man. Rufus and Lupe. The 'ol dynamic duo, ha, ha.. . . "
"Ha, ha ha . . . que broma," mumbled Lupe, lowering the gun. Rufus concentrated on thinking ahead greatly relieved to see Lupe put the gun down-remembering that it was exactly those crazy, violent qualities that made him consider Lupe for this bank job in the first place.
Rufus wanted to tell Lupe to be extra careful with his driving-but though better of it. Lupe thought he was the Mario Andretti of the barrio, and considered it out and out police harassment getting a ticket for something as minor as doing 65 in a school zone in a car, that cleared the pavement by all of three inches. And for some reason it seemed like he was always getting pulled over. The police just had it in for Mexicans, he figured.
Rufus just hoped they didn't get pulled over on the way to the bank. He imagined it wouldn't be a very cool scene explaining what they were doing with a sawed-off shot gun and a .45 on the floor. He'd be seeing more of his relatives than he planned.
As they neared the bank Rufus became more and more nervous. Something told him that he may be making a big mistake. He remembered the fact that nothing he and Lupe had ever done before had ever turned out quite right. Like the time they tried to steal a car but the owner came out with a gun. He robbed them instead.
Well, they were in it now, for better or for worse. What ever was going to happen, was going to happen. Think positive, he thought. Everything would be okay and they'd be riding in a Caddy Eldorado right down easy street.
The time had come. They turned onto the street where the bank was. All that remained now was to pull up in front. Rufus was shocked to discover that there weren't any parking places. Nothing at all.
Lupe started getting jumpy. "What we going to do now man? How we gonna rob the banco if we can not park the Chevy. How we going to get away if we don't got the get away car. Tell me that?"
Rufus tried to remain calm. "Shit, man. Don't you worry 'bout it, baby. We got the whole thing under control. No problem at all. Here's what we goin' do. See these people out in front be leaving pretty soon, I suspect. What we do is this: I gets out of the car and you drives round the block. As soon as somebody leaves I'll just hold the space until you come around and then that way everything be cool and then we go in do the job and then get our ass out of here. With all that nice green money, honey."
That sounded like a pretty good idea to Lupe, so he let Rufus out and started driving around the block. And around the block. Rufus, standing on the sidewalk in front of the bank couldn't believe their bad luck. He thought about calling the whole thing off. It seemed like everything in the world was going against them.
Just then a car pulled out from its space right in front of the bank. Rufus immediately assumed that this was a sign from God to proceed with the robbery as they'd planned. Lupe was just driving up and he waved him into the now vacant parking space.
Rufus leaned in the window and said, "OK, baby, let's get it on."
They grabbed their guns and ran into the bank. The place was packed with people standing in long lines. It'd take forever to get up to the teller's windows.
Rufus was wondering just what approach to take when Lupe quickly solved the problem for him.
Lupe raised his pistol over his head and fired a single ear-shattering shot. "Okay, hombres, hit the dirt!" he shouted. Lupe acted as if he were in the middle of an old western movie.
No one in the bank had to be told twice. They all immediately dropped to the floor. Some of the female customers started crying, surely believing that the end was at hand. Most of the men cringed in total fear, hands on their heads as if that might protect them.
Mary Jenkins was among the first to hit the floor. One of her greatest fears had always been to be involved in a bank robbery. The thought totally terrified her. That, coupled with her intense fear of firearms and her instinctive dislike for blacks and Mexicans made the situation at the bank very stressful. She crouched in terror behind the counter fervently reciting "Hail Marys" and "Our Father's" as fast as she could say them. All she wanted was her life. As far as she was concerned the robbers could take every single penny that was in the bank and it wouldn't make any difference to her. She just prayed that they would get their money and then get out. And that no one would be hurt in the process. This is why although Mary was only inches away from the silent alarm button on the floor, she didn't press it. And wouldn't press it. The last thing in the world Mary wanted was to have the police come tearing in with guns blazing.
Doris Lamp was crouched on the floor, too. And so was Clifford Freeman and also old Mr. Rocklin, who had the misfortune to be out of his office and in the bank when Rufus and Lupe struck.
Doris, crouched under the teller's counter, one window down from Mary, was pissed off. She didn't like the idea of two men entering her territory, her little fiefdom, and terrorizing it. And she especially didn't like the idea of them taking all the money. She was the head teller and that money was her responsibility. As she became more angered with the thought of what they were doing, her hand reached out to the floor button and pressed it hard. But it didn't really matter. The second the gun had gone off, old Mr. Rocklin had pressed the nearest silent alarm and the police were on their way. He was an old man and he didn't really give a shit if bullets were flying left and right. He'd be goddamned if someone was going to rob his bank and he not do something to help catch the bastards.
As the sound of Lupe's gunshot and the echoes that bounced off the marble floors and walls died down, Rufus surveyed the scene with satisfaction. Every one of these white folk had done just what they commanded. They were all lying flat down, covering up their heads and acting scared; no one was giving them any trouble-why, the bank didn't even have a security guard. In just a matter of minutes, he thought, he and Lupe would be riding down easy street on their way to the Cadillac dealer.
Lupe wasted no time and immediately hopped over the teller's counter and started scooping the money into his flour sack. Rufus, after glancing at the front door to see that no one was coming in, did the same.
Rufus' eyes bugged out when he saw all the cash in those teller's coxes. All so green and crisp and clean and so much of it, too! He didn't plan on leaving any of it behind, either. He was piling stacks of tens, twenties, fifties, and hundreds into his flour sack with undisguised pleasure. This was just like in the movies! And all these people, lying down on the floor, cringed like a goddamn dog at the sight of Rufus Washington and his gun. It was too much!
Lupe shouted out across to Rufus, "Hey, man, what you say about all these coins and shit here. We take 'em or leave 'em?"
"Leave them motherfuckers!" shouted back Rufus. "That shit be too heavy to be dragging about. Aside from that, who the the fuck need change? We gonna be handin' out hundred dollar bills for tip money. You all jes make like speedy gonzalez and grab all the green you can and let's get the fuck out of here."
Rufus was reaching for the last pile of bills when the first police car pulled up in front. The cops didn't exactly sneak up on the whole scene. They came up with the red lights flashing and the siren screaming.
Lupe freaked. He had no idea what to do. The only thing he was sure of was that the cops had arrived and a whole lot more coming. There would be more cops than there are flies in Mexico.
"Rufus, Rufus! The police are here! Madre del Dios! What are we gonna do!"
Rufus had no idea what they were going to do. But a sudden truth came to him like a bolt of lightening from the sky. Rufus knew deep down in his ghetto heart that he didn't want to get in a shoot-out with the police. Especially since his shot-gun held only one shell. And was sure he didn't want to die. It was a bad dream and Rufus wished that he would wake up from it. All he wanted was to be sitting back on the street corner, sipping a brew and watching the chicks go by.
But Rufus had no time for these thoughts. More police were arriving by the second, and even though they had not burst through the door, they would be doing so at any second. Rufus had to do something and he had to do it quick. There was no place to run to and no place to hide.
He needed some time. He needed some time to think, to figure things out, to decide what the best course of action might be. All he needed was some time before the police started shooting.. . .
It was then that Rufus saw the big steel door of the bank vault, standing open. The police wouldn't be able to shoot through that. No way. And it would give them some time to figure out what they were going to do. But he had to move quick and he had to have something to bargain with, some position of strength to deal with the police. He remembered a movie he saw once that had bank robbers in it. He remembered how they got out of their jam-they took hostages! And the police let them go in exchange for the hostages!
"LUPE!" Rufus shouted. "Grab those people and herd 'em into the vault! We be safe there!"
Lupe scared shitless at the number of police arriving in front of the bank didn't even want to think about arguing. The thick walls of the bank vault looked pretty good to him. He pointed his gun at the huddled figures under the teller's counter.
"OK, VAMANOS!! Les go-you and you and you and you!"
Rufus joined Lupe in the vault with a few other hostages. And then swung the door shut, locking it tight from the inside.
The hostages, wide-eyes with terror, looked around at each other. There were four of them. Mary Jenkins, Doris Lamp. Old Mr. Rocklin and Clifford Freeman.
Mary couldn't believe what was happening to her. This on her first day back to work. She just couldn't believe it.
Mary glanced at her captors and what she saw gave her very little comfort. Rufus and Lupe looked more terrified than the hostages, they were pacing nervously, fidgeting with their guns, arguing and swearing at each other.
"Goddamn it, man! You fucking negrito, you got us into this malo mess! Chinga su madre, puto!" cursed Lupe.
"FUCK YOU! WETBACK BEANER! You didn't haf to come along, man. You wanted to do this just as much as I did, fool. Shit, it ain't over yet," he said and then, glancing at the hostages, "we still got a few hands to play 'fo this card game be over."
Lupe calmed a bit. "Eeets so quiet in here, ese. How we going to bargain with the puercos outside?"
"I don't know, man." Rufus replied. He pointed his gun at Clifford, "Say, man, where the telephone in this place?"
There isn't a phone." Clifford replied sullenly.
"AINT NO PHONE! In the TV show I saw, man, there was a telephone for the people inside to talk to the people outside. Can they come get us?"
"No," replied Clifford. "This vault is on a time lock. Nobody in the world can open it from the outside, or the inside. At least for another eight hours. If they tried to break in, they'd need high explosives, which would certainly kill every one of us in here, I'm afraid we're going to have to be here for another eight hours until that door swings open, and we see about two hundred cops sitting outside with their guns pointed at us."
'They ain't no way we can talk to them or they can talk to us."
"I'm afraid not." answered Clifford.
Mary's heart sunk in her breast. Eight hours with these animals! She didn't particularly care for the company of Clifford Freeman, either. Or Old Mr. Rocklin.
Though she was a little worried about him. She wondered if a man of his years would be able to survive an ordeal like this. What would they do if he had a heart attack or something. What could they do? Nothing, Mary thought, nothing at all.
At that moment, Doris, seated next to Mary, reached over and squeezed her hand. Mary looked at her and squeezed back.
They were in this together. If they were to get out of it alive, they would have to keep cool and keep their wits about them.
Mary glanced over at the other hostages and all of her other feelings vanished. Clifford looked so small and miserable, huddled up against the safe-deposit box that she forgot the terrible things he'd done to her. At least she'd forget them for now. And old Mr. Rocklin had never really done anything to her, and now for this to happen to him!
And Doris! She hadn't ever really gotten to know Doris well, but from their conversations earlier in the day she thought they were on the way to becoming good friends.
They were in this together, and if they came out of it, Mary hoped they would all come out of it together. She felt a bond growing between them this shared experience would forever bring them closer together. At this point, Mary had no idea how much closer that would actually be.
Rufus pointed his gun at there four hostages. "All right, I wanna keep a close eye on all a you, so you don't get it into your fool head to try anything stupid. Y'all get together and sit on the same side of the vault over there." Clifford and Mr. Rocklin moved over to join Mary and Doris. They all sat together in one straight line. Clifford and Mr. Rocklin with their legs akimbo and Doris and Mary vainly trying to sit in their dresses as modestly as possible. Rufus and Lupe sat down on the other side of the vault facing them.
"Sheeeiitt!! ! " muttered Rufus. "We really done it this time, ain't we?" Lupe didn't answer, but just looked sullenly between his legs down at the floor." And we gotta lotta time to think 'bout just how stupid we is." Rufus looked over at the hostages. "I bet you think we pretty damn stupid, don't you?" No one said a thing. Jess a dumb ass nigger and Mexican. Well, if you be thinkin that, you right. In 'bout seven hours, I guess,that door goin' swing wide open and the police are goin' kill us which is most likely, or they goin' take us way to prison where we ain't never goin' see the light of day for a long, long time."
"You a sorry bunch of prisoners." continued Rufus. "Look at you. We got an old man who probably can't even shit no more. We got some chicken shit mother-fucker wearing a white shirt and a tie who probably wouldn't know what a man is if one walked up and hit him in the face. And we gotta couple of chicks. Now you bitches ain't too bad, now that I get a good look at you. Shit, no. In fact, you're mighty fine, mighty fine bitches.. . "At this point, Lupe looked up and began to show a little interest in the conversation.
Rufus spoke to Mary. "Say, pretty lady, we gonna be in here for a long time, so we's might as well be on speakin' terms. What's your name?"
Mary blushed, not really knowing why, when he spoke to her. "My names Mary." she answered.
"Mary. Is that like the virgin Mary? Ha Ha, ha. Yeah! I like that beautiful blonde Mary. You a fine lookin' bitch, you know that?" Mary blushed again and said nothing. "I said, YOU A FINE LOOKIN BITCH." repeated Rufus, getting a little angry. . . .
Mary was terribly embarrassed. All she could respond with was a meager, 'Thank you," with downcast eyes.
Rufus turned to Lupe. "You know, I think the bitch be all right. A little shy, maybe, but I kinda like that in a chick. And what 'bout you?" asked Rufus turning his attention to Doris.
"What about me?" answered Doris. Doris was not used to taking shit from anyone, anytime, and even now couldn't help from giving a smart answer.
Rufus just laughed. "Lupe, the woman got spirit. I like that in a bitch. And, though not quite a spring chicken you still not bad lookin'. Looks like you got a body that won't quit, either. I hope you ain't been wasting it on suckers like these." he said, glancing over at old Mr. Rocklin and Clifford.
Doris said nothing, just stared angrily ahead. She didn't like men talking to her like that. Didn't like it one bit. But then, they were both holding guns and she had them sized up as being vicious criminals. They were capable of anything and, thinking of Mary's safety, it would be best to put up with a few vulgar insults than to do anything that might anger them.
Rufus sat sullenly for a few minutes, not saying a word. He was obviously deep in thought. Lupe sat silently too, just playing with the safety on his gun.
It was stone silent in the vault, the neon light overhead giving off the only noise, a very slight buzz. Mary had never really spent much time in the vault before and had never really looked closely at it. But now she wanted to keep her mind busy and not to think about the situation she was in. It was too frightening. She looked up and down the huge bronze wall of safety deposit boxes and tried to imagine the valuables that might be hidden in each one. The jewels, the gold, the stocks and the wealth sitting in those little boxes.
Finally, Rufus began to speak. He was talking to Lupe, but didn't seem to care who else heard. "You know, man, what it's goin' to be like in that prison. There just goin' to be men and faggots, that's it. No fine ladies like Mary, sittin' over there. No fine ladies, no more. There gonna be a drought of pussy like you never would of believed in all your born days. There just won't be none. No pussy at all. Maybe I oughta just kill myself right here and now. Naw, don't wanna do that. Just don't want to go to prison and not have any pussy."
All of a sudden Rufus' eyes lit up, something very interesting had occurred to him.
"Say, Lupe, we gots to look on the bright side, man. Now the future don't look good, that's for sure. But we got seven hours of freedom, with seven hours of good times and I think we ought to have us some, what you say, baby?"
Lupe smiled for the first time since he entered the vault. "Si, man, si. We don't got nothing to lose, do we?"
He looked directly at Mary as he spoke.
Rufus laughed and then said to the hostages, "Any of you folk object if we have a little party to celebrate our last few hours of freedom?" No one said a thing, though Mary's heart began to beat faster. She had no idea just what that black and Mexican meant by having a party, but she was afraid that they didn't plan on just having a party by themselves.
Rufus pulled a small plastic baggy out of his shirt-pocket. Inside was a green vegetable matter that he began to roll into small, funny looking cigarettes.
"You all like a little toke, to get this party underway? What say, old man," he said to Mr. Rocklin, "you like a little Mary Jane, bro? You like to smoke a little pot, Dad?"
Old Mr. Rocklin just sat staring straight ahead, without making an answer. Rufus began to anger. "I'm talking to you, mother-fucker. And when I talk to you-then you listen and then you answer me. 'Cause if you don't, I'd just as soon shoot your ass as not. But, believe me, old man, I won't just shoot you, I'll beat your ass but good before I do. You dig? Now, you pasty little shit head, I asked you if you like to smoke a joint with me?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," said old Mr. Rocklin evenly, "but I believe smoking marijuana is very much against the law."
Rufus thought that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "You think," he laughed, "after holding up this fucking bank and taking all you white folk hostage I'm going be worried 'bout smokin' a joint. Shit, you a crazy mother-fucker for sure."
Rufus puffed deeply on the marijuana cigarette and then handed it to Lupe, who did the same. Rufus then offered it to the other hostages, no one wanted any.
Rufus laughed, "You white folk are crazy. This is some good shit we smokin'. But if you don't want to get high, that's cool." Then he dropped his friendly tone and said coldly, "But I tell you true, you gonna like the next few hours in this mother-fucking vault a lot more if you high."
Rufus and Lupe finished the first jay and then lit another. The air was thick with marijuana smoke. Mary couldn't help but breath some of it in, just by being in the same space, and she felt a little light-headed.
"Mary-that is your name isn't it?" asked Rufus with a sly smile. Mary nodded her head yes.
"Why don't you stand up so's we can have a look at you."
The tone of his voice was hard and cold, and Mary began to feel a little sick to her stomach when it occurred to her that it was the same tone of voice used by the rapist in the park.
"Uh, why do you want me to stand up?" Mary asked in a trembling voice.
"Because I wants to see if you look as fine standing up as you do sitting down. So stand your ass up and stand it up now! Or I'm gonna blow it off!" Rufus raised the sawed off shotgun and pointed it directly at Mary. Mary felt a shiver of fear as she looked straight down the barrel of the viscous looking gun. She stood up.
Lupe's eyes opened wide with pleasure. "She's a good looking puta, man!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, the bitch be alright!" countered Rufus.
Mary felt like a cow at the auction block. Like a piece of meat that two buyers were discussing. As they talked about her breasts, her legs, the smoothness of her skin, she blushed a deep red. It was bad enough having to stand in front of these robbers like that, but it was far worse to have to do it in front of her fellow workers. They had her turned around and commented favorably on the shape of her ass.
"Excuse me," interrupted Clifford, "but I feel you should put a stop to this immediately. You are in enough trouble as it is and if you treat us decently, I promise you we'll speak in your favor at the trial."
Rufus got up, staring angrily at Clifford. "So, you gonna speak at my trial, you stupid mother-fucker. Black people don't get trials!! You could talk until your white face turn red and it wouldn't do any good. The moment those honky pigs get us in jail, they gonna keep us there for a long, long, time. So, it don't matter what the fuck we do here. . . " Rufus gave Clifford a vicious kick in the side. Clifford gasped and rolled over in pain. Rufus kicked him again and then spat in his face.
"You like that, honky? That your idea of fun? Well, you keep talking when you aint supposed to, you keep giving me shit, you say anything I don't like and you goin' get some more of the same treatment, only a whole lot worse. You understand me, honky?"
When Clifford didn't answer, Rufus kicked him again. "I'm talking to you! You understand me?"
"Yes," Clifford answered through clenched teeth.
'That good," smiled Rufus.
"You understand me?" he asked old Mr. Rocklin.
"Yes," he answered.
"And you two understand me?" he asked Doris and Mary.
They both nodded their heads.
Rufus sat back down on the floor, cradling the shotgun between his legs. Mary was still standing, feeling very uncomfortable.
"You shore are a mighty fine foxy lady," he said to Mary. "But, you know sometimes it's hard to tell. Why don't you unbutton that blouse so we can see a little more?"
Mary bit her lower lip. Why were these things happening to her? What had she done to anyone to deserve this? She didn't want to do it.. . she wasn't going to repeat what had happened in the park. She didn't care if they beat her, she didn't care if they shot her . . . maybe it'd be better to be dead.
"You can go ahead and shoot me, mister, but I'm not going to take off my clothes," said Mary bravely.
"You ain't, is you?" spat back Rufus. "Well, I ain't goin' shoot you if you don't do as I say. I'm going to shoot her!" He raised the shot-gun and aimed it straight at Doris' face. He cocked the hammer with a loud click that seemed to echo throughout the silent vault.
"Oh, GOD!! ! " gasped Doris. "Please, please, don't shoot me, DON'T SHOOT ME!! ! I don't want to die, oh God, I don't want to die, Mary, O Mary, please don't let him shoot me, please!" Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded with both Rufus and Mary.
"It's all up to you, bitch," he said to Mary. Mary looked down at Doris' beseeching face and knew that she couldn't let her get shot. She choked back her own tears, not wanting to give her captors even that small satisfaction. Well, she thought, it couldn't be any worse than in the park. Her hands slowly went to the top button of her blouse and began to unbutton it. Mary felt as if she were in a trance, a dream. Her hands trembled as they slid down the silky material from one button to another, revealing the smooth creamy whiteness of her skin underneath and the lacy delicacy of her brassiere.
"Yeah, that it, baby, looks pretty good!" encouraged Rufus. Lupe's eyes were wide open, he'd never seen a woman so beautiful and so helpless.
Damn them, thought Mary, damn them! She was in their power and knew there was nothing she could do-not unless she could stand seeing Doris Lamp blown into tiny pieces right in front of her. She resigned herself to whatever would happen and fervently prayed that their game would stop with unbuttoning her blouse.
But Mary had no such luck. "Now take off that blouse, baby," commanded Rufus. "But slip it off real slow, I want to see it slide off those sweet shoulders of yours. Oh, yeah . . . that looks real nice, you a sexy baby, you know that? Real fine. Now, reach behind and just unhook yo' bra so we can see them fine white tits."
Mary was past questioning his commands. Anything could set him off and there was no telling what he would do if he were angered. She would obey his orders-no matter how much she hated doing what she was doing, no matter how humiliating it was-she would have to do it. But not for herself, she thought. If it were up to her she'd just as soon be shot and have her miserable life ended-death would be preferable to this kind a humiliation. Death would be preferable, she thought with a convulsive shudder which racked her body, yes, death would be preferable to the thought of having sex with that ugly black man and the sleazy looking Mexican.
Mary shrugged her brassiere from off her shoulders and her firm, round snow white breasts tumbled out with a proud jiggle. She was dismayed to see her nipples firmly erect, hoping that no one would mistake their erection for sexual excitement instead of the nervousness and fear which was the real cause.
"GAWD DAMN!! ! exclaimed Rufus.
"Madre del Dios!! " muttered Lupe.
Mary stood in the center of the vault with downcast eyes as both Lupe and Rufus discussed the finer points of her breasts. Old Mr. Rocklin stared with his mouth wide open. It'd been forty years since he seen breasts that were even half that fine. Clifford, who just a week before had held those very breasts in his hands, saw them once again and cursed his luck at having the ginseng wear off so soon. And Doris, trying not to stare, couldn't help but glance hungrily at Mary's firm alabaster orbs. The three hostages' fears about their situation were rapidly fading as other, more overwhelming emotions took their place.
"Alright, baby, you doing fine, you doing real good," encouraged Rufus. "You just continue being a good girl and doin' what you told and I'll see to it that nobody gets hurt. Now why don't you step out of that skirt?"
Mary reached behind and undid the snap and then pulled down the zipper of her cotton skirt. It fell to the floor into a crumpled heap, which she stepped out of. Mary was now wearing only a pair of white silk panties and a sheer nylon panty hose. Mary new what the next command was. She didn't need to hear it, and didn't want to hear it. So, without being told she hooked her thumbs into the top of the pantyhose and began to slide them down. She stepped out of the right leg first and then the left. She kicked them to the side and then defiantly stared at Rufus as if to say, "alright, nigger, you want to see some white pussy, well then, get an eyeful!"
Still staring daggers at Rufus, Mary began to pull her panties off. She stretched them over the fullness of her young hips, sliding them down, revealing the fleecy blonde curls of her pubic vee. Everybody in the room was transfixed, staring at Mary, watching her strip off her clothes, stripped of her dignity under gunpoint.
At last, Mary was completely naked. Standing with her arms to her side in the center of a circle of hungry eyes. She stood straight and tall, trying to salvage what little pride she had left. She could feel their eyes devour her, she could sense the thoughts they were thinking. She saw Rufus' nostrils flare open and shut again and again like some animal in heat. She saw Lupe's eyes bug out with lust. But what really bothered her was sensing that Clifford and old Mr. Rocklin were looking at her in the same manner. What was the matter with them? Had they no sense of decency? No shame?
Try as she could, Mary couldn't stop the single tear that escaped from the corner of her eye and rolled down her smooth cheek. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying with bitterness. She was sure that their little game wouldn't stop with her simply taking off her clothes. That would be too busy. No, from the looks on Rufus' and Lupe's faces she knew she was in for much worse. The thought was too horrible. Why, why, she wailed to herself, why hadn't she let some nice boy have sex with her before? Why must she lose her virginity to a black and a Mexican in a bank vault while other people are watching? Why, oh why?
Rufus could hardly wait. "Goddamn, goddamn, what a fine bitch! What a fine, strutting bitch! Oh, yeah!! Gonna feel so fine, gonna be worth all that time in prison!" He handed his shotgun to Lupe and stood up, walking over to Mary. He cupped one of her breasts in each hand, drawing little circles around her pink nipples with his chocolate colored thumbs. Mary closed her eyes. She didn't want to look at him, didn't want to see this drooling black baboon defiling her body.
Rufus leaned down and took one of her breasts in his mouth and began sucking. Deep moans escaped from his throat while one hand sneaked around to knead her firm white buttocks.
"Lie down, baby, lie down." he whispered hoarsely.
Mary did as she was instructed. But she really wanted to fight back, claw at his eyes, tear at his tear-make him feel some pain too. But she didn't dare-not unless she wanted to be responsible for the deaths of three innocent people.
She lay on her back on the cool marble floor of the bank vault. Rufus savagely pulled her legs apart and then simply stared down at her curly blonde hair covered pussy. He seemed fascinated by it. He could wait no longer and lowered his head down between her legs, inhaling her sweet love odor as he got closer.
"Oh, man, smell so good, smell sooooo sweet!! I know its gonna taste so good." Rufus thick, pink tongue darted out and he began to lick her long, pussy crack, moaning, grunting, and making all kinds of animal noises.
Mary tried to concentrate on her hatred. She planned to lie there like a piece of dead meat and let him do whatever vile things he wanted. She opened her eyes to see his head between her upraised knees. She was disgusted to see old Mr. Rocklin and Clifford staring lustfully at the whole scene. They could, at least, have the decency to look away She was also surprised to see Doris watching. Why didn't this revolt Doris as much as it did her? How could Doris watch such a thing?
Try as she may, Mary had a difficult time focusing her thoughts on her hatred for Rufus. His tongue was moving quickly, up and down, in and out her tight cuntal orifice, and then up and around her clitoris. Her body began to betray her, surges of pleasure began shooting upwards from her pelvis. No! She would not respond to this animal's lickings. To this black man's lickings. But the sensations were coming faster and more intensely. Mary felt a small moan escape her lips and bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. She wanted to feel pain. She wanted painful sensations to block out everything else she was feeling.
But his tongue was too good. Like a snake it explored every hidden corner, every hot recess. It pushed aside her pink labial lips, spreading them wide so his tongue could explore the sweet depths of her cuntal canals.
Mary couldn't help but gasp with pleasure as his slippery tongue penetrated, filling her tight cuntal canal. She was shocked to find her hips rising involuntarily to meet his probing tongue. But she had no control, she was biting her cheek so hard that it was bleeding, but the hot waves of pleasure steaming up from her pussy were too much.
Rufus pulled his head up, his lips drooling with saliva and pussy juice. "Goddamn!" he said to the transfixed Lupe. 'This bitch is sooo tight and sooo sweet. I'm going to have to loosen her up a bit."
Rufus sadistically stuck a finger into Mary's tight pussy and began moving it in ever-widening circles. Every time he probed a little deeper Mary would grunt and Rufus would laugh cruelly. Rufus' finger ran up against a surprising obstruction.
"Lupe, I can't believe this shit-the bitch be a virgin!" said Rufus.
Mary wanted to die for shame and embarrassment. He was talking about her as if she were a piece of meat, like she was some animal being examined. All she wanted was for him to do whatever he was going to do and then leave her alone. Please, she thought, just go ahead and do it, get it over with. Take my virginity, pop my cherry . . . but don't make me suffer any longer, don't humiliate me in front of my co-workers . . . just do what you're going to do and then let me alone to nurse my wounds. . . .
But Rufus had other plans. He walked over to Lupe, leaving Mary with her legs spread for everyone to see her dripping pussy and picked up the shot-gun. He pointed it at Clifford's head.
"Honky," he said, "this is your lucky day. I ain't much for virgin pussy, so I want it broken in a bit fo' I go for my ride. So get to it."
Clifford was dumbfounded. From watching Rufus lick Mary's pussy he already had a stiff prick and swollen balls, but fucking Mary Jenkins at gun-point wasn't exactly what he had in mind.
"I ain't gonna tell you again-get on that pussy or I'm gonna shoot your little white cock off!" said Rufus.
Clifford didn't need any more encouragement. So! He was finally going to fuck Mary. Shit, big deal, if any one watched, he was being forced to do it, right? Who could blame him. . . .
Clifford stood in front of Mary, looking down on her helpless form. Mary had, for feeble modesty's sake, moved her legs together. Clifford's eyes feasted on her naked beauty-everything about her was perfection. Her beautiful blonde hair, her deep blue eyes and her skin! So creamy, so smooth, and so young. His eyes ranged down the soft curve of her neck where the blonde hair rested in bouncy curls inviting in their sensuality.
Mary looked up at him with a sad, defeated look in her eyes. But better Clifford pop her cherry than that black or Mexican, she thought.
Clifford wasted no time. He dropped his pants-Mary turned her eyes away as soon as she saw his meaty erection. It was even bigger than the monster that had raped her so unmercifully in the park. She shuddered as she thought of the tightness of her cuntal canal-the tightness that was soon to be rended by
Clifford's massive pole. The last image of his cock that remained her mind after she turned her eyes away was of a thick, blue veined rod topped with an ugly swollen purple head. At the end of his cock head glistened a solitary drop of semen. With shock Mary realized that Clifford was already turned on, that he'd been watching and enjoying the big black Rufus humiliate her.
Clifford lowered himself between Mary's legs and as he got closer Mary whispered, "Please, please, Clifford. Be gentle with me. Be gentle. . . . "
Clifford wanted to prolong it just a bit, but he hungrily fell to licking and sucking Mary's breasts. Mary wrapped her arms around his head and tried to shut everyone else in the room out of her thoughts. Tried to shut out the fact that the black and the Mexican were watching and that Doris Lamp was watching and that even old Mr. Rocklin was watching. All she wanted was to pretend that she was alone with Clifford and that he felt something for her, just little affection, just a little caring. . . .
Clifford was already lost in his own world, however. The moment his mouth wrapped around her hard, pink nipple and the moment his other hand cupped her other soft breast, he forgot about everyone else in the room. All he could think of was Mary, beautiful Mary and that beautiful pussy he was about to cram his eight inches into.
Clifford reached down and ran his hand over her fleecy pubic hair until he could feel the dampness of her pussy. He rubbed up and down the slit, moving the juice around, getting everything equally wet. He found the small bud of her clitoris and toyed with it until he could hear uncontrolled little mewling noises coming from deep in Mary's chest.
He parted her cuntal lips with his forefingers and probed the moist recess. God, he thought, she's ready, I know she's ready, she's ready for my throbbing cock to split her to pop her cherry, to make Mary Jenkins a woman.. . .
Clifford couldn't wait any longer, he was literally shaking with passion as he reared back to work his thick cock head into her tiny, untried hole.
And then it happened. Clifford couldn't believe it, and yet there was no stopping it. Before he was even able to put it in, he felt that familiar sensation at the bottom of his spine and knew, then, and there, that no matter what he did, he was going to come. And right now. Clifford shot his wad in great white spurts all over the outside of Mary's waiting cunt, drenching the clean blonde curls with steaming cum.
Clifford blushed with humiliation as Rufus laughed out loud at him.
"White boy can't even get in the pussy fo' he come!" he laughed. "That what white folk call fucking? Ha, ha, ha . . . No wonder the bitch is still cherry!"
He pointed the shot-gun at old Mr. Rocklin. "okay. dad, you're up next."
Mr. Rocklin didn't move. "I'm sorry, sir, but unfortunately I don't think I would do very well. I'm an old man and it's been over ten years since I've had an erection." Old Mr. Rocklin was lying-he'd had his first erection in ten years just two weeks earlier when he had chased Mary around the office.
Rufus didn't want to hear about it." You give it your best shot, or you gonna be a dead old man. Now get to it!"
Clifford scrambled out from between Mary's legs as Mr. Rocklin walked over. Mary was horrified. The thought of having sex, of losing her virginity, to a man old enough to be her grandfather disgusted her.
Mr. Rocklin dropped his pants to reveal a skinny, shrunken, little white penis. "Look at that!" Rufus laughed. Lupe couldn't help but snigger at the sight, too. "Where was you when they passed the cock out?"
Old Mr. Rocklin bristled with anger. "I'll have you know, young man, that in my day I was quite the lady's man."
"That so? Sho don't look like it from here. What was they, midgets?"
Mr. Rocklin didn't respond, but looking down at his flaccid penis said, "As you can see, I'm not up to this. May I put my pants back on now?"
Mary was relieved. Maybe she was out of the woods. Mr. Rocklin couldn't get an erection, Clifford couldn't keep one, the black man didn't want to pop a cherry and the Mexican didn't seem to be playing too big a part in the festivities. That left Doris, and what could she do?
Rufus wasn't giving up with Mr. Rocklin though. He ordered the old man to take his pants all the way off and then to sit down next to Mary.
"Alright, baby, I want you to get to work on that old cock, see if you can suck some life back into it."
Mary felt sick to her stomach as she leaned her head between the two withered legs, found the tired old penis and his scrawny old balls. Mary closed her eyes, not wanting to look at it, not wanting to look at Mr. Rocklin, the President of the bank. She took the tiny penis into her mouth and began to run her tongue around the shrunken cock head. She cupped his balls with one hand and tried to imagine that she was with a handsome young man. She was with a handsome young man that she loved and was going to marry her. She had to imagine anything but the horrid, disgusting reality.
Mary was surprised and dismayed to feel the shriveled little penis began to swell in her mouth, responding to her sucking and licking. Old Mr. Rocklin was somewhat surprised too and not altogether unhappy about it. A faint smile began to grow on his wrinkled face as he felt his cock grow larger in her warm sucking mouth. He watched her beautiful young face buried deep between his legs. He felt his cock growing stiffer and harder and for the first time in ten years felt like a man again. He saw Mary's full breasts hanging down as she sucked and sucked, and his eyes feasted upon her blonde cuntal vee and her firm, long, naked legs. He was ready and he wanted it. He pulled Mary's head from off his cock and rolled her over on her back. Mary acted as if she was in a daze, a puppet for him or anyone else to do anything they wanted to.
Mr. Rocklin's old eyes were glazed over with lust as he looked her helpless body up and down and then slowly, deliberately splayed her legs wide. He positioned himself between her milky white thighs and began to rub his cock head up and down her moist cunt. He found the opening to her pussy and slowly began to work his rejuvenated cock into the tight opening.
Mary moaned as she felt the cock head slip inside. Old Mr. Rocklin was going slow, he took his time and just worked the head of his aged cock back and forth, back and forth, making sure her pussy was good and wet.
This is it, thought Mary. This is really it. The moment I tried to save for something meaningful and important is going to happen-here, with an old man, practically in public. Mary wailed silently in misery that life could be so cruel.
Old Mr. Rocklin pushed his cock in farther, feeling her tight, virgin cuntal wall grip him like a vise. He came up against the barrier of her hyman and pushed it gently to test its resistance. It seemed strong, real strong.
The second he came up against it, Mary gasped in pain. As he began to push harder, stretching it, Mary cried out.
"Please, please, don't, don't, OH GOD, THAT HURTS!! THAT HURTS SO BAD!. . . please, please, please.. . . " she cried, tears welling up in her eyes. She feebly tried to push Mr. Rocklin off her, anything to stop the searing pain in her pussy. But he was like a man possessed and the more she cried out in pain, the more excited he seemed to get. He pushed harder and harder until Mary let out a loud scream as he split her cherry in two.
Mary bit her lip, the pain was so intense as she felt him force his way through, as she felt him shred the membrane of her chastity. He shoved it in all the way up to the hilt. He began to hump and slowly, grunting and groaning and drooling from his mouth onto her bouncing breasts. All of a sudden, he gave a quick little twitch and moan and he stopped.
He pulled his cock out and it was dripping cum, mixing with what Clifford had shot on the outside before. Old Mr. Rocklin couldn't keep the smile off his face, though he tried to cover it up with an all too obvious fake fit of coughing. He rolled off Mary's prostrate form, the semen glistening between her legs under the bright bank vault light.
Mary hoped that it was now over. Now that they've had their fun, maybe she could put her clothes back on. She felt soiled and dirty and disgusted with what had gone on. It had been horrible to feel Mr. Rocklin's old shrunken body, to touch his dry wrinkled skin, and to smell his foul cigar smelling breath.
But she'd had enough. She wasn't going to let them do anymore. If someone got shot, that was too bad. If someone was killed-well then, it wasn't her fault. She'd done enough. And if she had to die-well, that was better than being a piece of meat for these animal's pleasure.
Mary deliberately got up and started putting her clothes on.
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing?" asked Rufus.
"The party's over," answered Mary, coldly.
"Bullshit!" spat back Rufus. "This party is just starting. I haven't got my nut off yet and my partner Lupe's gonna want some pussy too. And we aim to get some. So put those clothes back down, lay down on the floor and spread those legs."
Mary began to put her panties on.
"You don't do what I say, somebody gonna get shot," said Rufus, raising his shot gun and pointing it at Clifford.
Mary didn't say a word, but slipped her panties up over her dripping pussy. Clifford broke out in a cold sweat.
"Mary, please," begged Clifford, "do what he says! I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"
Mary continued to silently dress herself. Rufus smiled viciously, pointing the gun at Clifford, then at Mr. Rocklin and finally at Doris.
"I'm going to give you all a chance to save your own lives," said Rufus. "Lupe and me is gonna want go get our nuts off, and," looking at Mary, "I don't wanna have to beat the bitch up-so here's the deal. The three of you grab her, hold her down, take off the clothes and you get to live. Don't help me and Lupe out and I blow your mother-fucking heads off."
Clifford looked at old Mr. Rocklin and then they both looked at Doris. All three of them looked down the barrel of Rufus' twelve gauge.
They all rose and began to walk towards Mary, who slowly backed into the corner of the vault.
Mary didn't protest, there was really nothing she could say. She stared at the three of them with hatred in her eyes, clad only in her panties and clutching the rest of her clothing up around her naked breasts. She was like a cornered animal and when Clifford reached out to grab her, she slashed out with her finger nails, scratching him deeply down the face.
Clifford countered with a right hook that sent her sprawling up against the corner. In a second they were on her, knocking her down and then holding her there. She was frantically struggling and screaming, "NO!! NO!! ! I WON'T DO IT!! ! KILL ME, I DON'T CARE I WON'T DO IT!! I WONT LET A BLACK FUCK ME, I WON'T I WON'T I WONT!! ! "
But all she could do was scream. Clifford held both of her arms, Mr. Rocklin held one leg and Doris had the other.
Rufus slowly walked over and stood over them, looking down at Mary, his deep black face broken by a broad white smile.
"So the bitch don't like black cock?" He reached down with one hand, grabbed the front of her panties and viciously tore them off. "I'm always one to oblige the ladies, so Lupe, get your beaner ass over here and get down on some fine, slightly used pussy."
Lupe needed no further encouragement. He had his pants down around his ankles in a second and stood looking down at Mary as she struggled to get free and stroking his big brown Mexican cock.
He sat on her stomach, helping to stop her struggling and began to drool saliva down the crack between her breasts. When it was pretty well juiced up he pushed her breasts together and slid his hard brown cock between them and began to fuck her tits. Lupe didn't say much, he was too lost in his tit-fucking. He had each one of her breasts firmly in hand and was sliding back and forth and in and out in the slippery cleavage.
Doris, Mr. Rocklin, and Clifford were still holding Mary down as she fought and struggled to get free, but the three of them were simply too strong for her. Mary couldn't believe they were helping with this lewdness and hated them for it. Why wouldn't they just kill her? Why this, good God, why this!
Lupe had enough of tit-fucking and slowly slid his face down the soft valley of Mary's naked stomach. He stopped long enough to suck and slobber in her navel before thrusting his face between her legs and eating her pussy. He didn't seem to mind the semen her pussy was drenched with, but lapped it up hungrily. Lupe took both fingers and pulled apart her pink cuntal lips, opening her young, almost virginal pussy as if it were a flower. He spread the lips wide apart as his tongue mixed the semen and pussy juice together into a funky slippery mixture which his quick Mexican tongue spread up and down the length of her hot cunt. He plunged deep into her hole and then ran up the length of her cunt before wrapping his tongue around the moist bud of her clitoris. He hunkered down and began to suck on it, using his tongue to dance little circles around it. It rapidly became erect like a little hard-on.
Mary had ceased struggling, though Doris, Mr. Rocklin, and Clifford still held her spread wide. Mary was angry, angry with her body and the pleasure she was feeling. Lupe's tongue sent spasms of tingling erotic electricity from her cunt, from her clitoris, surging through the wet abused membranes, surging through the tail of her spine and up and up till it reached her brain.
Rufus kneeled down next to her and grabbed a handful of blonde hair, rudely yanking her head to face him. Mary gasped with shock. She was staring at a huge black cock the size of which filled her with fear. He couldn't push that black monster into her tight vagina without damaging her forever
"Suck on it, bitch. You white cunt, suck on my big black, nigger cock."
Mary opened her mouth to protest, but her words were cut off as Rufus shoved the ebony meatiness all the way in Mary hardly had time to realize what was happening because at the same time, on the other end, Lupe had savagely thrust his brown cock all the way to the hilt in her inflamed pussy.
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!! ! " grunted Mary as she felt the Mexican pound into her, pull back and then pound again. Lupe was like a jack hammer, driving hard against Mary's bruised loins.
Rufus yanked on Mary's hair until the tears began flowing down her face. "Suck on it, suck on it, whore, cunt, white fucking slut!! ! "
Mary couldn't help herself. The pain of his pulling on her hair was too much-it felt like he was going to pull her hair right from her scalp.
She began to suck as best as she could-her whole mouth was full of black cock and the soft skin around her lips was being scratched by the crinkling black hairs around the base of his cock. The better she sucked, the more Rufus let up on her hair. She sucked harder, swabbing the swollen black cock head with a quick lick every time as he drove it in to the back of her bruised throat.
The searing burning pain in her pussy was almost unbearable as Lupe tore into her, pounding and pumping like a man gone crazy. Mary hoped she would black out and faint. Hoped she would be spared any more of this. She couldn't imagine Rufus' cock ever getting inside of her. She could barely wrap her lips around its massive girth.
But then the numbness passed, the pain passed. Mary felt a delicious warmth spread out from her pussy. She began to hump her hips upwards to meet the Mexican's thrust. She began to grind her hips in vulgar, sluttish circles. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how it filled her up. She didn't care if he was
Mexican, didn't care if he was raping her. She wanted his cock in her cunt. Wanted it to slam home hard. Wanted every inch of it.
At the same time she began to suck more voraciously on Rufus' black cock. She didn't care what happened to her now. If she was going to be forced to be a slut, then she'd be a slut they'd remembered. She wanted the black cock in her mouth, the semen that oozed out the end no longer repulsed her. She was amazed at how good it tasted. She wanted more. She wanted her whole mouth filled with hot, sticky, cum. She wanted the Mexican to go harder, faster, harder, faster. She wanted him to split her in two, she had become a cock-hungry slut.
Doris knew what was happening. She could tell the transformation in Mary, could tell by the way that she was humping with wild abandon that she wasn't fooling. She wanted cock and as much as she could get. Doris let go of one leg and motioned to Mr. Rocklin to let go of the other. Mary immediately lifted both legs lasciviously so Lupe could drive deeper and deeper into her sizzling cleft.
"OH!! ! YEAH, YEAH, UMMMMMGGGHHH!! ! " grunted Mary as she felt the searing tip of Lupe's cock drive all the way in and slam up against the barrier of her cervix.
Clifford let go of her arms and Mary's hands went immediately to Rufus's cock. One held the base of the black shaft and the other cupped his swollen balls. She was sucking like a whore in heat. Rufus couldn't believe it, he had no idea what had come over her-but he wasn't complaining.
Mary pulled her head off Rufus' cock for a second. "OH!! ! FUCK ME HARDER!! FUCK ME HARDER!! ! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!! CUM IN MY CUNT!! SPRAY MY WALLS WITH YOUR HOT MEXICAN CUM!! ! "
Rufus slapped Lupe on the ass, "Git on your back and let the bitch be on top-she wants some cock and I'm goin' to give it to her."
Lupe pulled out for a second and Mary moaned in dismay. He lay on his back and no one had to tell Mary to climb on board. She spread her legs wide, grabbed his cock and stuffed it deep into her dripping cunt. "OH, YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD IN MY TIGHT PUSSY!! OH, OH, OH I WANT TO BE FUCKED, I WANT EVERYONE TO FUCK ME!! ! EVERYONE CAN FUCK ME!! ! I WANT COCK, I WANT BIG COCK!! ! "
As Mary was riding Lupe like a bronc-buster, Rufus was moving around behind her. At first Mary didn't know what it was when she felt the first push against her rosy anus. Then with a start she realized that it was Rufus, and that huge cock of his. But she didn't care. She wanted it. She wanted all of it. She didn't care if it split her in two, she had to have ten inches of rock-hard, vein-bulged black dick up her ass.
"Put it in, nigger," she hissed. "Shove your black cock all the way up my ass. Fuck me in the ass.. . . FUCK ME IN THE ASS AND THE CUNT AT THE
SAME TIME!! ! "
Rufus didn't need any encouragement. His ebony hip muscles flexed and he shoved the massive head passed the tight muscle of Mary's rosy anus.
"OWWWWWW!! ! " Mary screamed as the throbbing cock split her asshole.
"OH GOD!! ! IT HURTS, IT HURTS SO BAD!! ! PLEASE, PLEASE PULL IT OUT!! ! PULL IT OUT!! ! "
"Fuck you, white slut," growled Rufus as he bit her on the neck and slammed his cock all the way in.
"Uuunnnnggghhh!! ! grunted Mary as the cock filled her rectum.
And then her anus relaxed and the pain was gone. The feeling was incredible, and Mary began to slide up and down the two-pronged cock.
"Oh, oh, oh, ummm, ummm, so good, so deep, yeah fuck me in the cunt, fuck me in the ass, just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me---" Mary moaned, as she threw her hair back and bucked her hips like a wild mare.
Her tits were swaying back and forth and the soft female flesh of her pussy grabbed Lupe's shaft tightly as it slid in and out, in and out. Her puckered anus took all of Rufus's mighty cock and every time he drove to the hilt she grunted with pleasure/pain.
Mary wasn't even surprised when she saw Clifford kneel down in front of her with his cock in his hand. She didn't have to be asked. She reached out and took it between her soft lips. It tasted so good!! She sucked it hard, trying to pull it deeper into her mouth, wanting to make it hard as the two that were already in her.
The cock up her ass felt so good that she sneaked a hand under Clifford's scrotum and plunged a finger up his asshole. He yelped with pain at first, but Mary smiled to herself as she felt his cock growing larger in her mouth by the second.
And then it began to happen. She had a cock in her mouth, one up her ass, and another pounding her cunt unmercifully. She bucked back and forth on the huge, rending two-pronged cock as she felt a fire building in her loins. She felt as if a wave were picking her up, throwing her higher and higher as the fire began to spread to consume every part of her. Her pussy began to throb and quiver in great spasms.
"I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, I'MM CUMMING" she hissed. All of a sudden she felt her pussy and her asshole swell. Rufus and Lupe were coming too. She felt them pumping the hot sperm into her body as she was wracked with her own convulsive orgasm. She felt the burning male cum over flow her pussy and run to her asshole and the cum from her asshole run over to her pussy. Then she felt Clifford twitch and moan, his cock swelled for a second in her mouth and then he began to pump his load down her throat. She was swallowing as fast as she could and could barely keep from choking on the salty torrent.
Then it was over. Mary was spent, her eyes glazed over with satisfied lust. Lupe, Rufus, and Clifford were sprawled on the floor, exhausted.
The guns were lying unattended, but nobody seemed to care. Mary was making little animal noises as she ran her hand over her body, smearing the cum from her pussy up over her stomach.
Finally, she sat up and looked at the total human devastation around her. She was proud of herself. She, innocent virgin Mary Jenkins, had worn out everyone in the room. Everyone, that is, except Doris Lamp, who was sitting forlornly in the corner. But then Mary saw what Doris was doing. She had a hand up under her dress and was rubbing her own cunt. Their eyes met each other and they both instantly understood. Mary crawled over to Doris and began taking off her clothes, smothering her with kisses.
Mary took Doris' soft breast in her mouth and kissed and sucked the nipples hard. And then she began to eat Doris' pussy in just the same way Rufus had eaten hers. Doris spread her legs wide and put her hands on Mary's head. . . .
It was then that the huge vault door swung open. And what the thirty armed cops on the other side saw as the last thing they expected.
CHAPTER TEN
Mary sat in her apartment and thought about what had happened in the bank vault. Lupe and Rufus had been arrested, of course, and were sure to spend a great deal of time in the state penitentiary. Mary had quit her job at the bank. She knew she could never go back there again, after what had happened. And yet, she thought, it hadn't been all bad. It had awakened something in her that she didn't know had existed. It had made her into the woman that she'd really always wanted to be.
She was moving to a different city where she was going to start a new life. The past was the past-but now she was a different person. A person who knew what pleasure life could offer and a person who had found what it was that was lacking in her life. And for that, she thanked Rufus.
But she had to hurry, she had little time for such thought. She had a date to get ready for. Clifford Freeman was due over in an hour. Mary smiled when she thought that they wouldn't even be going out.
She smiled even more when she thought of her date for the following night-Doris Lamp.
