"You know, it's a disgrace," Eloise McHenry, the assistant Dean of Girls at Carver High School declared to William Flanagan, the fifty-year-old officer who was still walking the beat in front of the school after so many years. "That pool hall, directly across the street from the school should be closed down."
"Ah, g'wan," Flanagan said to the stiff, forty-three-year-old matron. "What'd'you wanna be botherin' poor Rose Marie for. She's a nice Irish lass that inherited the hall from her father. That pool hall has been there longer than the school. I'll tell y'right now,, she don't allow no riffraff in that place."
"Still, that's hardly the kind of place to have where the students can see it. It should be located on some side street somewhere," Miss McHenry insisted.
"Come on, now," the gray-haired officer said, looking at his watch and seeing it was three-fifteen. "Let the woman make her livin'. After all, it's her taxes what's payin' for part of the school just like all the other merchants on Lincoln Avenue."
"Still, I think it's a horrible disgrace to see such a place," Miss McHenry insisted, pointing her sniffing nose in the air and walking away.
"Sure, and what you need is a good stiff flesh shillelagh stuffed up your snooty cunt," Flanagan muttered, whistling, and walking toward the pool hall.
He enjoyed listening to the cars screech to a halt as he jay-walked across the avenue. He knew the drivers were cursing him out and mentally calling him all kinds of names, but he didn't care. Five more years and he'd have his pension. Being a cop on the beat had its advantages, especially when the beat was a high school and some local stores, most of which weren't worth robbing. True, there was the liquor store five blocks down, at the end of his beat, but to date no one had attempted to rob it.
Reaching the pool hall, the policeman smiled and looked up at the old worn-out sign of a four-leaf clover. THE IRISH SHAMROCK. Ah, to be sure, Rose Marie was a fine Irish lass, and as long as he walked this beat, Flanagan was going to see to it the girl was allowed to earn her living. That beautiful red hair of hers shone like a beacon wherever she walked, and everyone knew Rose Marie was coming from quite a way off. Unfortunately, most of the time, she kept that lovely head of short red hair inside the pool hall.
Opening the door, Flanagan walked in and looked around. There were twelve different pool tables, all covered with a different colored baize. The old hanging lights had been replaced by large almost surgical lights that hung directly over the tables. The tables were set up in two rows of six, and the hardwood floor on which they stood still shone because Rose Marie, like her father, had insisted the floors be waxed, daily.
Off to the left there was a soda fountain. There had been a bar there in the days of Rose Marie's father, Paddy Carmichael, but when Rose Marie had taken it over, and she had seen them putting the finishing touches on the high school being built, she had used her liquor license to open a bar on the other side of town in partnership with Fred Hanrahan, a man fifteen years older than herself, who knew how to run a bar. She had put up the license, Hanrahan had put up the bar, and the extra money that came in was put in the bank toward Rose Marie's retirement.
However, Rose Marie had used the old bar counter in the pool hall to build a soda fountain. As a result, Flanagan was no longer able to sneak in and get a beer, unless it was a root beer.
Two of the tables were in use when the officer walked in, and he noticed the four boys playing were all high school seniors. The place was jumping with rock music, and the soda fountain had a huge crowd of kids around it.
Rose Marie was behind the soda fountain, wearing her blue working dress with the green apron, and she smiled at Flanagan as he walked in and drew him a seltzer. Her face was pure Irish, with sparkling white skin, a slightly curved nose, shining green eyes, and teeth glistening like white pebbles in a brook.
She had an excellent figure too, the Irish lass. Had Flanagan been a bit younger he would have considered making a play for her. Ah, but that was one nice body, with pert, swollen breasts that pushed against the blue dress and made him want to reach out and grab. Her waist was nice and trim, and she had really large hips that swayed from side to side when she walked.
Rose Marie called out to him, but otherwise she was too busy to chat, doing all the work, herself. She didn't want to hire a waitress, especially since her place was not really a luncheonette. Anyone who wanted anything usually came to the counter unless they were shooting pool, in which case Rose Marie brought them their sodas. After all, it was still the pool tables that really brought in the money.
The lovely twenty-five-year-old woman was making a good living now, but she wanted more than money. What she wanted, these school boys had to offer. Though she actually wasn't a sadist, Rose Marie had an uncontrollable desire for sex-though she had to be the one in control. At all times she had to be the one in control, because the thought of a man dominating her made her quiver with anger.
Flanagan walked out and the kids weren't ordering for the moment, so Rose Marie had a small respite. Every time she relaxed, she thought back to that night. The thought both terrified and aroused her. It was because of what had happened that she had changed the green baize on eleven of the tables to other colors. She'd needed an excuse to hide the fact that one of the tables had been stained with her virgin blood.
Chapter Two
Five years earlier, just after her father had died, she had immediately taken over The Irish Shamrock, and at first, she had left things the way they were, since there had been no school across the street. At that time, rough, sometimes violent men would come in and order Boilermakers, after-which they would get even meaner and would try breaking up the place. Rose Marie had kept a baseball bat behind the bar, much the way her father had, and when one of the men got too boisterous, she wasn't the least bit hesitant about conking him.
One of the men she had once conked was a mild-looking dentist by the name of Norman Pell. Norman used to come in there every evening-when he didn't work evenings-and hoist a few with the boys. One night he got a bit too raucous, and skinny as he was, with his hawklike nose and his pallid skin, he had started a fight, and as a result Rose Marie had let him have it with the bat.
He didn't come in for awhile after that, but when he did finally start coming back, he behaved himself, and Rose Marie acted toward him as if nothing had ever happened.
But on that night things were different.
Rose Marie had always made a point of locking up at midnight, basically because most of her crowd were early risers and had to be home at a set time.
That particular midnight, she remembered, she had just locked the place and was about to tally the receipts when she saw Norman sitting at the bar, silently staring at her.
"Hey now, I'm closed," she said to him. "Come on, I'll open the door and you can leave."
"I'm in no hurry to go," Pell told her, his fingers slowly running through his thick grey hair.
"Yes, will I'm in a hurry for you to go," she told him, taking him by the arm. "Even though the place is closed, I still have work to do. If I'm lucky, I'll be out of here by one-thirty."
"I'm afraid you're not going to be lucky tonight," he said.
"What in hell are you talking about?" she snapped, too tired to notice the menace in his voice.
Very suddenly, Norman Pell reached out and seized the then-twenty-year-old girl and shoved her into the middle of the pool room. The smoothness of her rounded shoulders, covered only by her flimsy blue working dress excited him, making his palms perspire, and he began breathing harder and harder, feeling his throbbing penis starting to grow in his pants. He was going to teach this bitch to hit him with a bat, ^11 right. He'd teach her with a bat of his own, only he wasn't going to hit her. He was going to stab her with his bat.
She had already drawn the shades so no one passing outside would be able to see what was going on in the pool hall. It was a tired old building. However it was put together at a time when they really knew how to build them, and as a result the building was almost soundproof. Had there been anyone in the stores on either side of the pool hall, they might have heard muffled sounds through the walls, but those stores, one a cleaning store, the other an old-fashioned ma and pa grocery store, had closed at six o'clock. He and the lovely redhead were completely alone. She had locked the front door, and it took a key to unlock the door, even from the inside.
The suddenly frightened Rose Marie felt herself slammed against one of the tables, and her side felt hurt. She tried pulling away from the grey haired man, but he pulled her back against him and held her body with a solidly rigid grip. Rose Marie sensed what it was the man intended doing, and she was as afraid of the idea of violence as she was at his ultimate aim. His face looked wolfish in the one set of lights left on, directly above the pool table against which he was holding her. A chill of foreboding charged through her, making her spine feel as if it were a conductor for a bolt of lightning.
"Damn you, Norman!" she said to him, calling him by his first name as she did all her regular customers. "Take your hands off me or I'll scream so loud they'll hear me in the police station at the other end of town."
"Scream your fucking head off," Norman laughed. "Go on! You know damn well no one is gonna hear you. The cop on the beat walked by fifteen minutes ago, and he's out of earshot."
"Wh-why are you doing this?" she gasped, trying to pull away from him, bending her body away from his, doing her best to avoid the lewdly obscene undressing of her tantalizing young body with his lupine stare.
"I didn't dig the way you bashed me on the skull that time," he snorted. "Remember?"
"You were rowdy, causing trouble, all set to demolish my bar. I had to protect my property since you refused to listen to me when I asked you to stop."
"Yeah, well you made me well acquainted with that bat you keep behind the counter. Now the time has come for you to get acquainted with a bat, my bat, a bat of flesh and blood. To put it bluntly, baby, you embarassed the hell out of me when you beaned me, so now I'm going to get something from you."
Rose Marie's eyes widened, even though she had been fairly certain what this man had been after. To hear him come out and bluntly admit it terrified her all the more.
"No man has ever touched me J" she gasped, "and there's no reason for you to assume you're going to be the first. Not only don't I find you attractive, but at the moment you're downright repulsive." She struggled, trying to free her wrist from the wrenchlike grip he had on her.
"Whyn't you quit struggling, bitch!" Pell said to her. "I'm one helluva lot stronger than you, even with a few beers in me. I have you trapped in this hall. You locked the two of us in, and the only way for you to get out is to use the key. You know damn well you'll never be able to unlock that door fast enough."
The older man was obviously enjoying the look of helplessness written on the lovely redhead's face. He blocked her when she tried inching toward the bar with the idea of possibly getting to the bat and hitting him. Her hands frantically scrabbled around on the pool table behind her, trying to find a ball, but they had all been stored in the rack under the pool table.
"You get the hell out of here!" she gasped angrily.
"Aw come on, you sweet little virgin," he sneered. "It's time you got that cunt of yours solidly fucked, and I can't think of a better guy to cop your cherry."
Her hand reached out and her nails raked at
Norman Pell's face. The man narrowly avoided having scratch marks all over him. But in pulling back, he gave her just enough freedom in which to move, and she spun away from him and ran around the pool table.
Norman stood there tense for the moment, breathing heavily, listening for the sound of her breathing, for she had retreated into the darkness. He moved slowly, walking around the table, slowly heading in the direction she had moved, listening. He heard her shoes running on the hardwood floor, and he began running, too.
Lustful desire filled him. He ached to enjoy her, to feel his throbbing cock sink into the tight deliciousness of her squirming pussy. Aside from the satisfaction he would feel in humbling her, the simple act of fucking would make him enjoy it all the more.
Rose Marie was near the cue rack, and she reached behind her to grab one, but Norman was there, and he jumped on her, grabbing her smooth shoulders again, trying to kiss her, pulling his face back when she flailed her head wildly from side to side. He squeezed her shoulders tightly, lifting her off the ground, carrying her back to the lighted pool table, where he lifted her high enough to sit her on the edge of the table.
"Well, well, well," he smiled. "Here we are, just the two of us," and he leered at her with a vile, suggestive grin splitting his face.
She sat on the edge of the pool table, shuddering, her full, firm thighs looking whiter than ever under the strong light as they quivered beneath her blue dress, now hiked halfway up. Realizing the man was intent on using force, and that he would hurt her if necessary, Rose Marie realized there was little, if anything she would be able to do at this moment to avoid what Norman Pell had in mind. Her only hope lay in trying to get through his stupor, reasoning with him.
His hands were firm on her shoulders, and he stared hungrily and steadily into her eyes, saying, "You can have it one of two ways, honey. Either way I'm gonna get that pussy of yours. I'm going to fuck you silly. Cooperate, in which case we'll have a good time."
His beady brown eyes wandered up and down her white thighs, making the lovely redhead shiver with terror. It seemed impossible that everything would suddenly come to this. Her father had died a scant three months earlier, and everyone, feeling sorry for her at first, had patronized the place simply to make sure the girl earned a living now that she was no longer able to depend on her father. Then they continued coming back because of her winning smile and charming personality, returning again and again and enjoying themselves much as they had in the old day when her father had run the place. She was a lady, and though there was some mild profanity, none of them had ever done any violent cursing unless really drunk, and that was usually when Rose Marie got out the old baseball bat.
Yet all of a sudden she was alone, helplessly alone, in her own establishment, feeling a man's hands working under her dress, touching her knees, then sliding slowly between her tightly clenched thighs.
"This is rape!" she gasped, her mouth dry with terror, her throat feeling raspy. "You go ahead and tear my clothes and beat me, and I'll call the police afterward and swear it was you."
"Just how are you going to prove it was me?" Norman asked her. "I was seen leaving this place just before all the others left. No one saw me use the alley door to come back in and hide in the John until you let the others out. You turned out all the lights but one, and that was when I came out and sat myself on a barstool. Now I have a lecture I'm supposed to give at a dental college, next week. I told my secretary to phone me tonight, at just this time, and just to listen, and I would dictate what I wanted said. She was to take it down in shorthand, then type it up, fixing up the wording. What she'll be listening to is a recording I made earlier this afternoon, and on it, I asked that she not interrupt under any circumstances. If she has any questions, she's to ask them of me tomorrow when she comes to the office. She's a combined receptionist, secretary, and dental nurse, and she does anything I tell her to do, including what you're going to do for me, now."
Terrified, Rose Marie found her nerveless hands clutching at the man's fingers as they tried forcing her thighs apart. She did her best to try and pry his fingers loose from the grasp he now had on the vulnerable softness of her trembling, quaking inner thighs.
"Oh God! No! No! Please stop!" she moaned, but he ignored her pleas, continuing his licentious exploration, pressing on her thighs until they opened and his finger was touching her white nylon panties, pressing the crotchband against the v/et warmth of her fearfully trembling vaginal furrow.
"You just relax and you'll find you'll even like this," Norman said to her, whispering lewdly, rubbing his finger all the while against the moistly cringing split beneath the overly thin protection of her bikini panties. "You know, if you stop fighting me, I think you'll really enjoy this, honey."
"Oh no, no, no, no!" Rose Marie shrieked, realizing the man had planned this whole thing out while cold sober. She kicked out at him, but he simply spread her thighs all the more widely apart, his fingers digging cruelly into the soft nakedness of her flesh as he pulled aside the elastic legband of her panty brief. He had two fingers under there now, and he squeezed her flesh, sending a sudden and sharp pain charging through her flesh that forced her to open her thighs in the hope that he would lighten his grip.
"Come on, baby, come on," Norman Pell murmured. "Spread those white thighs of your farther apart. Wider, honey, wider!"
She tried kicking at him one more time, and as a result, fell from the wooden rim of the table onto the green baize, her head falling across the length of the table. Only the fact that she was so tiny, just a little over five feet in height, prevented her from hitting her head on the wooden corner. The lean, slender grey-haired, lupine-looking man leaped onto the table, seizing her with his two hands and gripping her buttocks firmly, pulling so that she sprawled diagonally across the length of the table.
"Oh yeah!" he remarked. "This is just perfect! It's as good as any love couch or bed."
The light coming from directly overhead blinded Rose Marie, and she felt the heat from them burning into her flesh. Whatever coolness there was came from Norman's shadow, making her realize she had left the heat on.
Norman Pell stared down at her, lying on the green baize of the pool table, his eyes sweeping over her body again and again, taking in with a single glance the luscious curve of her breasts as they moved up and down in perfect rhythm with her panting. He also looked at the fullness of her lovely, exposed thighs, seeing their whiteness stand out all the more starkly against the green of the table.
The man began shifting his weight, moving downward, taking the hand that he had used to grip her arm and placing it over the smooth white nylon covering her helplessly cringing young pussy.
The helpless redhead shuddered, finding her body automatically jerking from the man's touch. When she tried rolling away, he took one hand from her thighs and reached out to grip her throat very lightly. His fingers were strong, and though he wasn't hurting her, she was very much aware of just how much strength he had and precisely what he was capable of doing to her.
"Please let me go!" she whimpered. "Can't you see I don't want this! I Hke you as a customer, Norman, but I've never thought of you in any other way, and I can't start thinking of you kindly the way you want."
"What you think of me doesn't really mean a damn thing," he told her. "I've been hot for you ever since you first started working here for your father, serving drinks to the men at the pool tables. Hell! You were only seventeen then. I always dreamed about getting into that tight cunt of yours, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let the opportunity get by me, now, baby!"
Realizing there was nothing for her to do, that she was completely and helplessly trapped by this egomaniac, the pinioned redhead fell back, jerking slightly again when she felt the obscene touch of the man's fingers prodding and squeezing at the sensitive flesh of her firm, full buttocks. Without warning, wearing a wide grin of triumph he yanked at her flimsy bikini panties, pulling so hard, he snapped the elastic waistband. Then he yanked down and a legband tore, as well, leaving her panties dangling around her left ankle.
"Oh my God! No! No!"
He was shoving her dress above her hips, revealing the rich pout of her pink pussylips, surrounded as they were by the flaming hairs on her pubis. He stared, drooling like the wolf he resembled, and Rose Marie was more terrified than ever.
She gaped in horror at her own naked body below the waist, feeling her panties dangling around her ankle. She tried reaching down in the hope of pulling them up and somehow or other covering her defenseless nudity, but as she reached forward, the panties slipped from around her ankle ^
and fell to the floor. She reached over trying to retrieve them, but the pool table was too high up. Her movement merely allowed Norman Pell, to slide his other hand under her nakedly rounded buttocks, and he was squeezing the full-fleshed moons tightly together.
"Now, dammit, are you gonna tell me no other man has ever touched you in any way before?" Norman grinned.
"No man has ever touched me!" she insisted. "Not once! I was always under the watchful eye of my father. He even supervised the boys who took me out, making sure they always brought me home after a movie and soda. Please, Norman, don't do this!"
"Don't be silly," the grey-haired man said to her. "This is an experience, honey. We all go through life enjoying different experiences. You, as well as the rest of us."
Rose Marie wouldn't answer. She was unable to do so. Instead, she rolled her head to the side, looking off into the darkness, hoping, by some miracle, salvation would come from there. But there was no salvation, and Norman's face continued hanging over hers, leering widely. He blocked the light above, and all she was able to see was the man's face, and the leering look on it told her she had no choice but to submit to whatever this brutish man intended doing. Either that, or he would beat her senseless.
Perhaps what disturbed her most of all was the underlying feeling of arousal suddenly reaching into her. She was terrified by it, realizing that although this was immoral and evil, her body, for some strange reason, was not only responding as Norman had predicted, but she was feeling the need for more. Excitement was building so rapidly, she found her will to resist fading fast, even though she felt nothing for the man, himself. Was it actually possible she might feel so strongly about what was happening that she might "enjoy" it? It just didn't seem possible, and yet her body was telling her to obey Norman's hands.
The man's wandering fingers continued coursing up her widespread thighs, moving higher and higher on the insides until they rested just below her fearfully cringing vagina. They remained still for a moment, and Rose Marie was frightened- frightened that he would continue- more frightened that he would not continue. Then his fingers began stroking her wetly trembling vaginal flesh.
The terror-stricken young redhead was shuddering violently at his touch, and her body automatically tensed, but he continued circling his fingers around and around the pinkly glistening folds of her tender vagina. After a moment, he used his thumbs to tug apart the liqueous lips of her soaking vagina, listening to the sucking noise as they pulled apart. He breathed deeply, inhaling the rich, womanly scent of her, as he extended a forefinger to titillate her clitoris, making it peep from the fold of flesh covering it. He rubbed it again and again, and the little nodule grew longer and longer, becoming hard, filling with blood as it had never done before. Pleasure centers in her shuddering body came to life, making Rose Marie realize there were parts of her body that had been as if dead for all the years she, herself, had been alive.
Forcing herself to remain motionless, absolutely silent, the helpless Rose Marie knew she had to accept this man's perverse ministrations, and yet her body was also telling her how delightful it all felt. There was only one way to end all this, and that was to get it over and done with as soon as possible. To do that meant she had to stop struggling. She wished he would get on with it, but there was a wide leer on Norman's face that told her he enjoyed prolonging this as much as possible.
"Now come, come, sweetie," he smiled revealing that even if he had planned this thing while he had been sober, he'd had to get more than a little drunk in order to carry it out. "You know, you aren't gonna get anything outta this by not cooperating. Come on, come on, you'll find it isn't bad at all."
His fingers continued their maddening assault on her vagina, the forefinger rubbing up and down against her clitoral extension, his thumb probing her warmly open vaginal flanges while he slid his other hand slowly lower between the resilient mounds of her cushiony asscheeks, parting them, moving into the crevice between them, and tickling her anal button. She did her best to stifle a throaty, involuntary mewl as her tingling vaginal lips began suddenly, involuntarily rising, moving higher and higher toward his licentiously caressing fingers. Lewd and thrilling sensations coursed their way through her aching body, and she tried stifling a throaty mewl again as lascivious feeling spread from her moistly trembling feminine sump. God God! She was more than moist down there! She was soaking wet, and she knew it had nothing to do with any wetting "accidents." The juices oozing out of her was oily, yet sticky, a fluid she had never really been aware of, before.
Her body was betraying her, letting her know there was more to life than her father had ever wanted her to find out. He had kept her totally sheltered, and although she knew a little about sex from the way the girls talked in school, she knew so very little about it. Now her body was teaching her lessons she had never known before, and she did her best to resist.
"No, Norman!" she pleaded. "No . . . please don't do this to me! Leave me alone . . . don't do this ... no ... no .. . no!" she shouted in humilation and desperation.
"Yes, you little redheaded bitch, yes, yes, yes!" he insisted, pressing himself all the more firmly against her, straddling her lovely white thighs as his hands continued working on the round mounds of her ass and the pink softness of her wetly undulating vagina. "Now you do as I say, and everything'U be fine."
"Oh no! No! What do you want me to do?"
"Reach over, pull down my zipper!"
Almost unaware of what she was doing, she reached forward and tugged down the man's fly zipper.
"You're going to take your pants off!" she gasped in alarm.
"No, baby, you don't merit that!" he told her. "If you'd have been more cooperative, I'd have taken my pants off. But you're gonna get it with my pants on."
"What are you talking about?" she gasped.
"Reach inside and take out my cock! You be careful that's all you take out. You try hurting me, and I'll tear every goddamn hair outta your cunt."
A low shudder of vibrantly thrilling excitement suddenly charged through the beautiful redhead. She had never touched a man's sex organ ... in fact she had never seen one, other than to look at photos or at statues. Then, the penises were all flaccid. Shuddering thrills vibrantly worked their way through her, and Rose Marie wondered what was happening to her.
She used all her inner willpower to fight the thrilling and unwanted and certainly unexpected sensuality bubbling within her body, yet she was aware of the walls of her inner resistance slowly crumbling. She weakened even more as his sensitive hands began coursing over her warmly throbbing vaginal flesh. She was well aware of the thrilling soft ripples of ecstatic pleasure spreading throughout her trembling body, a pleasure so delightfully beguiling that she found herself unable to do anything other than relax the straining of her wide-split thighs. Like some mindless love slave she found her body rising toward that of the lascivious dentist, and she reached forward, stretching out her right hand, feeling the bulge inside his pants, stroking it, suddenly understanding just how long and how thick a penis was capable of growing.
"Ohhhhhh Damn!" the man groaned as he pivoted his hardness closer to her shuddering fingers. "All right, all right, I'll let you lower my pants. I won't fuck you through the zipper."
She tugged gently on his belt buckle, opening it, and then she opened his pants, letting them fall down to his knees. There were his white boxer shorts, standing out starkly in the lights and shadows all over the baize table. There, in front, she saw the thick bulge pushing his underpants out, and she also saw the way the bulge throbbed.
Despite her overwhelming sense of strong inner humiliation, the stunningly lovely little redhead tugged down the man's shorts, pulling them low enough for her to see his hairy thighs, his grey-haired pelvis, and the long, red length of stovepipe thickness that suddenly sprang toward her when the elastic top of his undershorts were low enough. It pulsated obscenely at her, the head even a brighter red than the rest of it, and she breathed strongly, realizing this was the instrument that was going to violate her body. Her fingers closed around it, feeling it, gripping it as tightly as a condom, and she felt the incredible heat coming from it. The burning sensation made her fingers shudder as she felt the shape of it, from its knoblike head, a circumcised head, through she was unaware at that time there was a difference betwen circumcised and uncircumcised penises. Her fingers touched the smoothness of the bole, feeling how thick it was, how firm, how strong, how solid. Too, she felt the continual throbs and pulsations that told her blood was continually coursing through the organ.
As ridiculous as he looked, with his pants and undershorts around his knees, Rose Marie found herself more and more excited with every passing second. She was up on one elbow now, staring at the penis she held, seeing the blue veins winding their way through the otherwise-red shaft. The skin of the organ was stretched so tight because of the way it swelled, the flesh seemed almost transparent.
"This is your last chance to cooperate," Norman said, breathing more heavily, making her aware of the beers he had downed.
"All right," she finally said, her voice sobbing a little, though inwardly she was as anxious as she would ever be for anything.
"Get undressed, completely undressed," he told her. "It's better that way, you'll see." All the time he spoke, his eyes stared down at the tight grip her fingers had on his cock.
Without waiting for her agreement, he undid the buttons down the front of her working dress, and taking his cock from her hands for only a moment, he pulled her dress open, tugging the sleeves from her arms. Then her right hand was right back, holding his burning cock as she leaned forward and up, allowing him to reach behind her and undo the clasps holding her brassiere. He tugged the brassiere off.her left arm first, and then she gripped his throbbing cock with her left hand while he pulled it off her right arm, letting the garment float to the floor. Her breasts were full, swollen, lush and pink-tipped, looking like the two most delightful little mountains he had ever seen.
"Damn it all, you have nice tits!" he told her, his eyes remaining fastened on the swells of her breasts, seeing goosebumps forming on her skin.
With her hand still on his flaring cock, Norman lifted himself into push-up position with one hand so he was able to haul his pants and undershorts below his knees. He yanked his shoes off and pulled his lower clothing off, as well, throwing everything on the floor. Then he took off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing a very hairy chest, the hairs a grey mat. All the time he kept his hard cock pushed into the beautiful redhead's hand, rubbing it back and forth, his pelvis rotating this way and that. Whether Rose Marie did it on purpose or not he never knew, but she had lowered the tip of his thick cock so that it brushed against the lips of her soft cunt, and this made him shudder all the more, thrilling to the full, warm swells of her soft cuntlips as she automatically used the tip of his dork to trace her moist split from top to bottom. She gasped, feeling thrill after thrill invade her as the vibrating prong rubbed against sensitive flesh causing overpowering chills to shudder through her. Slowly but surely the wet, pink layers of her labia parted under the long, sensitive length of the underside of his quivering cock, and the organ fitted itself snugly into the length of her cuntal furrow.
"Goddamn! You sure feel good down there, honey!"
Norman continued feeling her grip his prick with her hand, rubbing the underside of it back and forth, slowly and steadily between her sucking inner lips, continually sliding it so that the head moved the length of her slit. This provoked a deliriously warm, thrilling glow of delightful sensation that caused tingles to quiver salaciously from the throbbing tip of her shuddering clitoris down through the swollen folds of her tender cuntal lips and up into her narrow inner passageway, a passageway that had never been breached.
As the strangely inciting pleasure continued to build to incredible heights because of what the grey-haired man was doing, as well as what she was doing to herself with his throbbing cock, Rose Marie began to rationalize away the need to continue struggling against him. He was a horrid man, and he was definitely not the man she would have chosen as a lover, and yet, what he was doing felt too good, too delicious to even think of fighting.
The helpless young girl felt a continuing series of thrillingry ecstatic sensations destroying the fortresslike structure of her acquired prudishness. Sensuality thrust her into the depths of thrilling lascivity, a dark salaciousness that now embraced every delightfully quivering inch of her nakedly undulating youthful body.
No! she thought to herself. She must not yield. She must not surrender herself to all she was feeling. It was wrong. Her father had told her so. The parish priest had told her so. The good sisters of the nearby Catholic school had told her so. Why were these feelings happening to her? What made her feel so aroused? What was this sudden need to experience the evil this man had planned for her?
She should resist! She had to resist! Her mind was pleading with her to fight back. This was all wrong-but she was too aroused, far too spirited to resist.
Nevertheless, the shamelessly thrilled young redhead continued to outwardly appear as if she were fighting him, her hand moving feebly against his hairy chest, and all the while her other hand was continually rubbing the vibrant penis back and forth between her inner labia, feeling herself slowly but surely surrendering to the thrilling electric hardness.
He was going to do it at last. He was going to win out over her! He was going to claim a victory! Yet now she realized a victory for him was also a victory for her. All that remained was for him to thrust the thick, burgeoning length of his steellike shaft of masculine flesh into the narrow tightness of her virgin womanhood.
"N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o . . . plllllease . . . don't . ." she moaned, her hand continuing to hold the long, thickly throbbing penis in place as Norman lowered his wolflike face against hers, pressing his lips to her mouth.
There was total confusion in her. Her mind knew this was all wrong, but her body was pleading for it. She was well aware her hips were moving in eager circles, betraying her real desire, rotating as if she were some cheap woman of the streets inviting him into her.
Slowly, of their own volition, her knees raised themselves as her feet planted themselves flat on the table until her thighs were locked in place on either side of him, clenching his naked hips. The hairs on the outsides of his thighs teased against the tender white inside flesh of her own loins. This expanded the thrillingly obscene feelings continually building in her erotically responding vagina, sending sharp electric thrills charging down her tingling nerve-endings, through her calves, to her ankles, making her feel as if electricity was shooting through her toes.
She groaned, realizing she was defeating herself, and at that realization, the helpless young redhead hooked her heels behind the man's knees, moving reflexively more than anything else. With a low, bestial sound of primitive hunger her arms suddenly snaked around his skinny neck as she pulled his face against hers, her lips wetly opening as if sucking on his mouth.
Unable to help herself, she hummed her delight into the surprised depths of his wide-open mouth. The man, though taken by surprise, was delighted by her surrender, and he jammed his tongue into her mouth, probing in an attempt to reach her throat. Though she had never done this with a man before, Rose Marie found herself hungrily, greedily sucking on the tongue as soft sounds of thrilling contentment erupting from between the warmly sucking juncture between their hps.
Rose Marie found herself automatically gyrating her hungry young virginal pussy in impatient grinding thrusts against the lengthening hardness, realizing she was actually trying to draw him into her narrowly quivering vaginal vestibule.
"Ummrammm!" she moaned below him, sucking alternately on his tongue and lips as his mouth took complete mastery over her.
Abruptly, he pulled his mouth away from hers, looking down at her slender white body, covered by the shadow of his own torso. She looked so beautiful, so delightful, so lovely. Her firm, swelling breasts continued hobbling up and down, up and down with each gasp that came lustfully from her panting throat.
"I'm going to fuck you, do you understand?" he asked, staring directly at her.
"Yes," she nodded. "I do understand."
"Think you're ready for it?"
"Yes," she nodded, "oh yes, do it to me, Norman, do it to me now! It's as if I've been waiting all my life for this to happen, and even if you're not the one I've always pictured, somehow, right now, it seems as if this is the only right thing to do."
He reached down between their two sweat-streaked torsos, his hand pushing her fingers from around his thick penis so he was able to grasp it tightly. He positioned it right above the seething little opening leading to her womanly tunnel, then he smiled, no longer a monster, though definitely her master.
"Come ahead and tell me just what it is you want me to do," he said. "Come on ... I want to hear it, Rose Marie. Use the word."
"I've never said that word before."
"Say it now!"
"All right. Fuck me, Norman! Fuck me, hard! I want to feel all of you inside me. I don't know why, and I know this is wrong, but I want you to fuck me!" The redheaded beauty was more than ready, and Norman knew to wait any longer would be foolish.
As if he were aiming a guided missile, moving it into firing position, he carefully placed the solid, rubbery, bloated tip of his vibrantly throbbing pecker firmly against the tempestuously heated, searing entrance to her wet vaginal depths. The man took a deep breath, pausing for a moment, then he began nuzzling his throbbing penile tip around and around in an impatient circle, feeling her elastic vaginal mouth widening, widening, widening, until it finally opened just enough for the helmeted head to slip inside.
"HAAAUUUNNNGGGHHH! AAANNGG-GGGHHH!" she gasped, feeling the new pain of being stretched.
It was a totally unexpected anguish, and yet it blended with the thrilling sensation of her walls being rubbed by his hardness as he pushed deeper and deeper.
"Hurt?" he asked quietly.
"YESSSSSSS!" she gasped. "But don't stop . . . don't stop! I want more of it . . . more of it!"
"Fair warning," he told her, his voice shuddery. "There's a little more pain coming before the pleasure. Think you can take it?"
"YESSSSSS!" she hissed. "FUCK ME!"
Fuck her he did, slamming his cock into her hymen, bursting it with a single thrust, causing a torrent of agony to pour down on her all at once. It overwhelmed her so completely, the breath was knocked out of her, and she was unable to scream as his long, thick, burgeoning member continued sluicing its way into the throbbing depths of her shuddering vagina.
The crying woman moaned and gasped, her lips contorting spasmodically, her tongue feverishly running over her open, panting lips.
"AAANNNHHH . . ." she gasped, feeling the pain slowly going away as he kept the entire length of his flesh rod solidly buried in the tight depths of her shuddering cunt.
"IT'LLL . . . HHHUUUNNNNHHHH NEVER HURT AGAIN . . . ." Norman breathed. "Once you're wide enough, I'm going to start fucking!"
"OHHHHH . . . YESSSSSS . . ." she gasped to him, her eyes rolling back in her head as the pain continued fading, making way for the greater thrill of being so totally filled with the throbbing masculine appendage. Ecstasy began welling up inside her as she became aware of his sperm-bloated testicles slapping flatly against her salaciously upturned buttocks.
Her narrowly jerking pussy opened wetly for him as the impact of his heedless thrust drove her fervently trembling young thighs that much wider apart. Bliss was overtaking her more and still more rapidly.
The length and thickness of the man's swollen cock as it began slowly moving inside her was even greater than her eyes and her hands had told her. It was as if the organ had enlarged once it had entered her, causing her inner tunnel to distend even more. Lord! It seemed to fill her so thoroughly and completely, seemingly thicker and thicker right down to its hairy base. Her clinging vaginal lips continued to hungrily suck on the penis, forcing her tightly fitting pasage to surround the organ as if her memr branes were trying to attach themselves to him.
Flat on her back on the large pool table, the beautiful redhead stared up at he man who had become her conqueror, wanting more than anything for him to solidly fuck her now that he had taken her virginity . . . that membrane which she had carried in her body for twenty years of her life. She wanted him to fuck her hard . . . very hard. She ached to feel every last ounce of her own whorishness thrown back into her face as well as into her greedy cunt so that when she went to church on Sunday, she would appreciate the enormity of what she had done and she would feel true sorrow, realizing how she was presently wallowing in the depths of abasement and humiliation and contempt-self-contempt. She was no better than a whore. In fact, she was worse. A whore was an honest businesswoman who gave value for money, while she gave her body for no reason other than the salacious desire to be physically pleased. The movement of the cock, back and forth in the tightness of her throbbing cunt, was the most thrillingly delightful sensation she had ever known, and she was once more yielding to it, no longer thinking of Sunday, but thinking of right now.
With each loudly wheezing grunt and violently smarting slam of his lean body against the flat plane of her wantonly undulating belly, she forgot more and more the abysmal depths to which she had sunk. She was no longer thinking of this as degradation, save for the fact that she was being dominated. This was the one thing that stuck in her mind above all other things. It was more important than the removal of her virginity, more important than the fact that she was presently being fucked. She was being dominated, and as much as she loved being fucked, she hated being ruled and controlled.
But now the grey-haired man was fucking into her all the more solidly, unleashing a series of lewd and lecherous desires in her that she had never dreamed her body to contain.
"AAANNNHHH . . . YESSSSSS . . . OOON-NNHHHH . . . FUCK ME . . . HHHAAANNN-HHH . . . FUCK ME . . . FUCK ME . . . KEEP ON FUCKING MEEEE . . . DON'T STOP . . ." she begged, groaning with thrillingly depraved delight as all thoughts of herself as an evil woman now passed from her mind, as did thoughts of herself going to church to beg forgiveness for this. Why should she want to be forgiven for enjoying the most wonderful, natural happening in her entire life?
Her fingers, like talons, dug into the hardness of the man's sinewy buttocks. She urged him on, making him move faster and faster.
Norman lasciviously gloated above her, realizing he had ignited a far stronger fire in this lovely redhead than even he had believed himself capable of doing. Perhaps that old saw about redheads being more passionate than anyone else was true, after all. What pleased him most of all was the knowledge that if he held himself back just a little longer, he would be able to extinguish this fire, and when he came back for more, the redheaded bitch would welcome him.
He put his weight on his elbows and knees as he continued pumping above her crazily thrashing young body, thrilling to the way her intensely nibbling wet vagina continued to suck its way up and down the entire length of his pistoning cock, moving right along with him. She was fucking back at him.
The man with the grey hair slipped his lean hands beneath the continually frantically churning rounded asscheeks of the beautiful redheaded girl, grasping them solidly, one in each hand, pulling on them, tugging them apart until the stress on them was almost painful. God! The redheaded bitch had gotten down to it a lot sooner than he had expected, and had anyone told him of this reaction prior to his actually seeing it take place, he would have laughed in their face. Who would believe a virgin was able to react this way? It was incredible!
Norman was not foolish enough to allow his wonderment to get the better of him. Listening to her servile, passionate moans of acceptance to what he was doing, he smiled to himself. He had found himself a permanent mistress, and what was more he was certain jshe was just as aware of it as he. He knew any younger man would have fired his load already, and the lovely woman would not be able to reach her own satisfaction.
The shamelessly aroused beautiful young redheaded girl continued flexing and unflexing her tautly naked buttocks beneath the digging fingers of the man above her. She was constantly jerking her ruthlessly impaled little squeezing pussy all the more solidly against the driving length of his lust-engorged penis.
He continued squeezing and fondling the smoothness of her rounded, creamy white asscheeks, letting the delightfully resilient flesh ooze through his fingers almost like liquid, he slowly, carefully, methodically began sliding one hand toward the tight little aperture of her anus, resting his outstretched middle finger in the damp crevice just above the spasmodically puckered tittle crinkled opening. He was aware of her gyrating buttocks suddenly becoming tense beneath his gripping hands when his fingertip nudged at the tightness of her forbidden anal ring, and then felt the unexpected push-back of her delightfully rounded, churning asscheeks as she willingly impaled her rectum on his driving finger.
With a sudden violent thrusting stab, he pushed his middle finger all the way into the tightness of her rectal opening, feeling the softness of her rubbery flesh yielding before his driving attack.
"WHAT...UUUNNNHHHHHHH ARE YOU____AAANNNHHH . . . DOING?"
she gasped, moaning convulsively, pumping her asscheeks around and around in his cupping hands until she stiffened, waiting for him to drive the finger all the way inside.
He pushed his finger deeper into her rectum, while continuing to pump his throbbing cock into the tightness of her pussy, grunting in satisfaction as the lovely redhead came down hard with her rotating asscheeks, assisting in the violent attack his finger had perpetrated on her shuddering asshole.
Norman had tried shoving his finger all the way into her rectum, but had gotten it only two-thirds the way in on the first thrust. Her rubbery rear hole was even tighter than her virgin cunt, and he was going to have a job working his finger all the way in.
Still, Norman found himself delighted with just how far he had been able to get with what had obviously been a prudish little snot, and he wormed his finger deeper and deeper, rotating it again and again, driving it deeper yet. Pressing it against the thin membraneous wall separating her anus from her vagina, he was able to feel the solid piston of his cock driving in and out of her vibrant womanly tunnel. It was obvious she was becoming used to both digits, because she was pressuring her body down on the two of them.
The young owner of the pool hall was rotating the firmness of her rounded white asscheeks almost masochistically against the finger that continued driving into her, while gasps of pain and pleasure bubbled from her lust-contorted lips. She continually jerked her heatedly palpitating vagina solidly against the penis of the man as he constantly drove it in again and again. The thrillingly obscene coinciding rhythms of the dual invasion pinioned her so tightly that each wonderful thrust and withdrawal of both cock and finger, sent the beautiful young redhead into new spasms of thrilled heat and lust-incited fury.
"UUUUNNNHHH ... YESSSSS ... ITS . . AAANNNHHHH . . . S-O-O-O GOOOOOOOD UHHHHHH . I . AAANNNHHH . . .YESSSS . . . OOOOOHHHHHHH!" her voice sounding as if she were in pain, though the truth was there was bliss charging through her the like of which so overwhelmed her she was certain she was going to faint.
Norman thrust a second finger into her rear channel, widening it even more. This tightened her hot pussy, as well, while the rubbery depths of her shuddering rectum sucked almost lovingly on the two fingers continually probing inside, fucking in and out of her in time to the movement of his driving cock.
Norman lifted his head and moved it to the side, so that the light above him was able to shine down on the lovely redhead's face and he was able to see the rapture lining it. It was a wonderfully thrilling sight, he had to admit. Not only was he seeing the way she was enjoying all he was doing, but he was looking at her total surrender to him. He was the master, she, the slave. She lay beneath his pumping, probing body, writhing and twisting just like his office secretary/nurse, or for that matter like any painted whore he might buy* But this one was even wilder than the others. She had an unbelievably wild desire, and he was feeding it, but he began wondering if he would be enough for her. Looking at her, seeing her move this way . . . she was so lewd, =o depraved, and he was unable to feel anything other than the exhilarating sense of power swamping him because of what he had built in the woman. Her lovely face was contorted almost totally beyond recognition, and he was willing to wager this was the first time in her young life she was feeling true passion.
"UUUNNNHHH. . . HHHAAANNNHHH HHHH . . . DEEPER . . . DEEPER . . .MORE . . . MORE . . . FUCK ME HARDERRRRR . . YESSSSSSS . . . MORRRRRE ... I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME HARRDERRRRR ..." she begged, gasping as if she were close to death, itself.
Wet, smacking sounds reverberated and echoed again and again through the otherwise empty pool hall, and the sounds echoed their way back into Rose Marie's consciousness as if she were confronting a sort of horrified vision of her second self. In some hazy part of her brain, she was still aware that what she was doing was against everything she had ever been taught was right. But the knowledge merely aroused depths of thrilling lust and debauchery in her that she had never previously imagined herself capable of.
Her thrilled, sensual young body was soaking wet, slick with sheets of heavy perspiration. Even her chest and her throat were wet with heavy droplets. The smooth, white plane of her rippling young belly and the sloping area above her greedily clenching cunt were aflame with a fulfilling liquid passion that seemed to spill out of her in an unending flow from her tightly clenching cunt. With every vibrant slap fo the man's sperm-filled scrotum against the wet crevice between her shapely rounded white asscheeks, Rose Marie felt more and more of her excited secretions bubbling out of her. In her mind she was able to visualize every lascivious detail of the obscene way he was pum-meling into her beautifully naked body-his two outstretched fingers fucking deeper and deeper into the narrow tightness of her widely stretched rectum, merged with the continual smooth piston-ing of his long hard cockmeat into the clutching cunt. Soon, in her mind, the two skewering lengths running in and out of her trembling body suddenly became one-a single sword on which she was writhing like some squealing stuck pig.
"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" she begged out loud, her voice keeping perfect rhythm as she chanted dementedly.
Rose Marie realized something new and different was happening inside her. She was nearing some sort of peak, some sort of precipice, and she swung her gripping thighs tightly around his upper body now, waving her roundular buttocks around and around again and again, moving in wild, uncontrolled abandon, twitching from side to side as she found herself now spiraling her suddenly convulsing vaginal interior up and down the stiff ramrod of his throbbing cock.
She gasped, then stiffening, her eyes opened very wide, seeing nothing, feeling everything as her senses suddenly ram amok. Then she shrieked like an untamed beast!
"AAAIIIYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHH . . . . IIIII'MMMMM . . . AAANNNHHH . . . FEEE-LLLIIIIIIINNNGGG . . . ITTTTT . . . HHH-AAANNNGGGHHH. . .OHHHHH . . .UUUUUNNNHHH . . . YYYEEESSSSSSSS AAANNNGGGHHH!" she bellowed as she locked her ankles in a death grip all the more tightly about the slender man's torso. Her nakedly thrashing body shook and arched again and again, and she wrapped her arms firmly around his neck, tugging his face against her own so her mouth was able to press itself against his.
Rose Marie was all too aware of straining muscles in her vibrating vagina expanding and contracting in a violently uncontrolled fury, just as the muscles in her rectum squeezed his fingers. The pulsating lips of her requited cunt continued pulling on the driving length of the man's throbbing cock, while her asshole suddenly expelled his fingers. Hot orgasmic fluid spewed out and down over the cheeks of her ass, falling into her anal crevice as well. Some of it flooded over his sperm-bloated testicles as they continued slapping hard against her asscheeks. She was in a state of thrilled delirium from which she hoped she would never be released. In any case it was the most wonderful, overpowering sensation she had ever known. The complete and total abandonment of the lovely girl's climax started the beginnings of a hot, aching pressure in the depths of Norman's loins, and suddenly he felt a familiar tingling in the twin spheres of his violently expanding testicles. He gripped the thrashing young redhead's round, convulsively straining buttocks very tightly, squeezing them hard, with a vicious, almost cruel strength, drawing her up in mid-air and feeling the beautiful young woman cringe as tremendous gasps of overpowering passion began spewing from his own throat.
"OHHHHH . . . HHHUUUNNNHHH . . . CHRIST! HHHAAANNNGGGHHH! OHHHH! YYYAAANNNGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHHUUU NNNGGGHHH!" he bellowed and snorted alternately, his lips contorting and his face flushing a brilliant red as his towering climax suddenly began rippling violently through him. Even as he blasted into her, his strokes began to increase furiously, his hair-covered pelvis smacking like a flat board against the tightly sucking pussylips of her pink cunt as the rush of his geysering sperm shot from his spurting tip again and again, exploding into the depths of her feminine cup, drenching her, internally.
At the time she didn't even think about the possibility of becoming pregnant, and later on she was fortunate enough to learn Norman had had a vasectomy.
The two of them lay sated on the pool table for a long time afterward, and Norman smiled at her, saying, "Not bad, not bad for a first timer, at all."
Rose Marie didn't know what to reply.
Chapter Three
Had that been the end of it, Rose Marie might well have been content to have continued as she had prior to being raped by Norman Pell. But the good dentist was not content with one rape.
Night after night he returned, and night after night Rose Marie closed the place and allowed him to take her on one of the pool tables. He fucked her in every conceivable position.
The first night, after they had gotten off the pool table, she had seen her blood stains there, and she had, herself, ripped the green felt covering from the table. As if to justify what she had done, she ripped the coverings from ten other tables, and the next morning, she had called a billiard table manufacturer and had him come over and re-cover all eleven tables, each in a different color. This way, no one ever knew why Rose Marie had really taken away the coverings.
She became Norman's mistress, and though she loved being in bed with him, for after awhile they transferred their lovemaking to his bed in his large bachelor apartment, yet she somehow hated the man himself, for he totally dominated her. She did anything and everything he insisted, hating him all the more for controlling her.
The Sunday following her initial rape, she had gone to church to pray for forgiveness, yet had been unable to bring herself to do so, simply because she felt the only thing for which she needed to be forgiven was allowing herself to be controlled by a man she didn't love.
On Sundays, she opened the billiard parlor at five o'clock because that was the day most of her customers stayed with their families. So after* church, at eleven in the morning, she went to Norman's apartment, and let herself in. Though she didn't actually live there, Norman had given her a key, and he had ordered her to show up after church, as if to say, "Now that you've prayed for forgiveness, you're going to commit the sin all over again, and on the Lord's day."
Rose Marie knew she ought to tell him to go to hell, but she had, in the past few days, become overwhelmed by her need for sexual contact, and it wasn't in her to promiscuously seek out some other man. It was important to her that she remain faithful to Norman, even though it was admittedly fidelity in sin.
She entered the apartment and sighed, looking around at all the beautiful things he had collected over the years. As a dentist he had earned a lot of money, and as a bachelor, in spite of his flings, he'd had no wife or family on whom to throw the money away-so to speak-and so he had become an art collector. He still had more than enough money in the bank on which to retire, if he ever chose to retire, but he seemed to thrive on work.
The lovely redhead was wearing a bright-red skirt and white blouse under the green cloth coat she had worn to church, and she hung her coat in the closet.
She had spent the night with Norman. It had been the very first night of her life she had actually slept in another man's bed. Oddly, though Norman was her lover, she thought of him more as a father figure than anything else. She was well aware of the fact that he would never marry her, nor did she want to marry him in spite of fornicating with him regularly.
Shrugging, she glided into the bedroom. He was still in bed.
Chapter Four
When she entered the room, Norman, who had already taken a shower and had gone back to bed in the altogether, opened one eye. It seemed Rose Marie thought he was still asleep, but she also knew he wanted her in bed, so she began undressing. Norman decided to watch her, keeping silent.
He watched her sit before the large mirror on the dressing table he had in his room. Usually only women needed a dressing table, but Norman had one put in his bedroom, vain enough to believe he would attract enough women in his lifetime so they would appreciate this bit of convenience when they awoke the following morning. Otherwise, his was an all-masculine bedroom, with strong, masculine oak furniture stained walnut. His bed, his armoire, his dresser were all made of oak. Everything had been symmetrically placed by an interior decorator, including the dressing table before which Rose Marie now sat, looking at herself in the mirror. She wondered why she was unable to feel any remorse for what she had done. After all, sex with a man not her husband was supposed to be one of the deadliest sins, but somehow she was unable to reconcile herself to having done anything wrong.
In fact, Rose Marie felt she had, in a sense, performed a good deed. Even though Norman still stopped in at The Irish Shamrock every night he wasn't working, he no longer drank to excess. So Rose Marie felt she had stopped at least one man from becoming a dipsomaniac. In her own mind, this more than compensated for the sin she was committing.
Norman watched her very carefully, smiling to himself as she ran a brush through her lustrous hair. He had bought the brush after the night he had raped her, certain of her.
He watched as she began unbuttoning and removing her blouse. The lovely swollen mounds of her breasts came into view as she finally undid the clasp of her brassiere in the half-light of the room. The shades were partly drawn. There was still enough light coming in so he was able to see
Rose Marie quite clearly, and the more he looked at her, the more he wanted her.
He thought at first he would have tired of her very quickly, but strangely the woman was growing on him, and the more he knew her, the more he wanted to know her.
His eyes took in the large, sensuous tips of her pink nipples as they jutted out from the uptilted firmness of her white bosoms. Her skin was a cream color that was so pale it was almost transparent. The whiteness reflected light, making her flesh shine, and as a result, the pinkness of each areola stood out that much more clearly in the dressing table mirror as she went back to brushing her hair for a moment.
He was excited by her, all right. He was so excited, he ached to dominate her again, but simply fucking her, no matter what the position, would not be good enough. She wanted to be fucked. He had to do something she didn't want and once again make her want it. Yes, that was true domination.
Beneath the covers, Norman felt his throbbing penis growing into full erection once again at the thought of dominating her. God! He never seemed to have enough of her. He wanted her totally, completely, thoroughly, making her do what she didn't want to do until she loved it so much she would beg him to let her do it again, as he had her begging him to fuck her.
As he watched, the beautiful redhead put down her hair brush and got to her feet, unhooking her skirt. She was getting undressed, all right, expecting another fucking. The mere fact that she had come here after church had shown he had possibly won out over all that religious training she had undergone. *
He watched as she slid the skirt off, stepping out of it, and then he stared at those lovely white, see-through nylon bikini panties she had started wearing. She rolled them off her full hips as she bent over, her ass toward him, letting him see the two cushioned moons of her asscheeks and the lovely crevice between them. Her buttocks were so delightfully round, so firm. In spite of all his pinching and pulling, save for a black-and-blue mark, they were still perfectly white.
"WOW!" he exclaimed aloud, staring as he began breathing all the more heavily. "That is one fantastic ass!"
The idea of possibly fucking her in the ass came to Norman, and it appealed to him, but no . . . not yet. She wasn't ready for that. That was something he would do when she thought there would be no other kind of degradation. He would show her there was always one more-always.
Rose Marie turned as if she were looking around, trying to find something. Norman was once again struck by what a lovely face she possessed. Hell! He'd heard the men in the pool parlor talking about how they would love to get into her, and how stand-offish she was, or how it was wrong to think of Old Paddy's daughter that way. Hell! He was willing to bet they'd all envy him if they knew he was banging her on a regular basis.
She was a real beauty, all right. Look at those long lashes and that cute uptilted nose, and those dazzling white teeth when she smiled.
His eyes admired her now-totally naked body, running along the trim lines of his lovely mistress's ribcage. His eyes continued moving lower, looking at the indentation that was her navel-a dark jewel in the white setting of her flat belly. Those luscious thighs, so full, so firm, and there, between them, centered like a rich pink pearl was the most beautiful red curl-lined pussy in the world, and Norman Pell had seen his share of pussy.
Being totally naked beneath the bedcovers, feeling them rub against his bare flesh, Norman felt himself becoming more and still more aroused with every passing second.
"Looking for something!" Norman finally broke in, and his voice startled Rose Marie, who thought he was asleep.
"I want to take a shower," she told him. "I was looking around to see where you threw your bathrobe."
"You already took one shower this morning," he told her. "You don't need another one."
"It's just that I came from church, and I felt a sort of aura there, and I don't think I can come to bed with you feeling this way, if you know what I mean."
"Let's cut the crap!" he told her. "You'll come to bed any way I choose and you know it. Hell! You know damn well you'd not only let me, but help me."
"Don't be absurd," Rose Marie told him. "Isn't it enough you've ruined me so that I'll never be able to accept a marriage proposal? You don't feel the least bit ashamed of it, do you?"
"Neither do you," Norman told her. "You love being fucked. You know damn well that physically, you're a much healthier woman right now because of what I did than you were, before. You're a lot less nervous now, a lot sweeter to the customers, and as a result your business is starting to pick up even more."
"My business is going to change, shortly," she told him. "They're building that high school across the street, and if I want to keep the pool hall, I'm going to have to take the liquor out. So I'm going into partnership with someone you don't know in a bar across town where the men can still come and drink. But I'm going to continue running that pool room, and I'll be catering to a much younger crowd."
"I don't care to whom you're catering," Norman told her. "Your disposition is much sweeter ever since you were properly and soundly fucked, and I'm going to make it even sweeter. Get that lovely ass over to this bed, baby."
"PLEASE ..." she exclaimed, feeling annoyed at Norman as she always did when he and she weren't actually making love. As a man he didn't really appeal to her, but she knew she was committed to him, at least for now.
"Come on," Norman snapped. "Get it over here."
"I don't know that I want to ... I mean now that I'm here." "Don't hand me that crock," Norman snapped.
"Come here!"
Rose Marie began to turn away, thinking it might at last be possible to break the hold Norman had on her. The man was such an animal when it came to being physical. She wondered why she allowed him to use her again and again, but she knew the answer. If not Norman, no one, because Norman wastf/// the only man to fuck her, and she would have felt like a cheating wife had she started playing around with anyone else.
"Do we have to go through the same routine we went through that night in the pool hall?" Norman asked. "Was it really only Monday night? You started out like an iceberg, then you really turned on, and every night since then you've turned on. Now, all of a sudden, you're turning back into an iceberg."
"Me, an iceberg?" she asked, staring at him with wide-open eyes, giving him a look of incredulity.
"Yeah . . . until I fucked you!"
"Until you raped me, you mean," she snapped. "Let's call a spade a spade, Mr. Pell. You know, in all the time we've been to bed in the past week it's always been almost forcible rape . . . always your way. I've always ached to discover what real lovemaking is, but I'll never know, will I?"
"You won't find better than me," Norman snapped. "Sure, one day you'll find some slob and fall for that mushy love crap but the fact is, when it comes to fucking, you and I were made for one another, honey. You'll never find another man as good as I was."
Was is the correct terminology," Rose Marie snapped. "I think the time has come for me to get dressed and leave. Our acquaintanceship can finally come to an end, and I say thank God for that!"
"Oh, will you listen to the high-and-mighty bitch who thinks she can simply walk out. What will you do, go down and peddle that lovely white ass of yours on some street corner, or will you possibly lure some poor slob into the back room of the pool parlor and let him fuck you there?"
The man was up, out of bed now, his throbbing erection very apparent. His anger had obviously aroused him even more, because his cock was harder than ever. He walked toward Rose Marie, who began cringing, backing away from him.
"Please ..." Rose Marie whispered, tears coming to her eyes as she realized she was more afraid of losing what the man had been giving her than she had been of committing mortal sin. "I didn't mean what I said. Of course I'm not leaving. It's just that . . . well . . . you're so insensitive at times, Norman."
"I'm insensitive? Listen, cunt, the only reason you enjoy what I do is because deep down you like being pushed around."
"Please!" Rose Marie gasped. "Stop talking to me like that. That's not true. I don't know why it is that I respond to you, but I do know I can't help myself. I'd probably respond to any other man the same way, but I'm not the kind of woman who can simply go ahead and give myself to just any man. You took me by force, and so I feel, in a way, since you're the first man to have me, that if I went with axvot-Yvet man. Yd be cheating, on you. Something like that simply isn't in my nature, Fm sorry, Norman."
"That's a crock," the dentist told her. "Everyone has it in him or her to cheat."
"No!" Rose Marie insisted. "That's not true. Please, Norman, please, you have me doing just about anything and everything you want me to do. Surely you can show me a little respect."
"Respect? No woman deserves respect, with the possible exception of my mother. All women are cunts. You're a cunt. . . and a cunt deserves only to befuckedV
"Stop talking like that!" she screeched.
But Norman wasn't listening to her. He had reached out, grabbed her by the arm, and he had dragged her to the bed, his fingers digging into her flesh so tightly she was afraid he would raise black-and-blue bruises.
"Oh I'm so sorry, dear lady!" Norman said in a mocking voice, sneering at the lovely redhead.
Her very nearness excited and aroused the man, and the fact that he was once again starting to demonstrate his dominance over her was making him feel that much more macho, while Rose Marie once more realized how much she hated being controlled by this monster.
"Come on!" he snapped at her. "Stop acting like a dumb cunt! It's enough you're a cunt without being a dumb cunt. Now you sit right here, on the side of the bed, take a good hold of my cock ..." he told her, and he wrapped his hand around hers, making her fingers close around his rampant penis.
Rose Marie felt lust burning like flames through her. The mere touch of his throbbing cock had her aroused already, and she knew if she kept her hand on it, she would explode with need for him. After the initial rape, their relationship, though passionate, had been verbally low key until today. Even when he had told her he wanted her coming back to him after church, he had said it in an even voice, not trying to make fun of her. But now he was hurting her, and not physically. He was hurting her inside, and that was the worst kind of hurt.
She took her hand from his penis, for the first time able to do so voluntarily, and she said, "No, Norman! No! I won't do anything more with you until we talk this out."
"We can talk while we fuck," he said to her. "Come on, get your hand back on my cock, baby."
"No!" she insisted. "I want to be able to think clearly, and you know very well once you start fondling me I lose all control of myself. Please ""
"I told you, stop this fucking nonsense," he snapped at her. "Ours is a strictly physical relationship. We enjoy being with one another, doing to and for one another, and it's only natural for the male to dominate while the female accepts the more passive role. Now whenever you and I get together, I'm gonna control you, and that's all there is to it."
Rose Marie desperately tried pulling away from him, her eyes blazing, as she snapped at him, "Any relationship between a man and a woman is a give-and-take relationship."
"Whoa!" Norman insisted. "You're talking about marriage. I'm not offering marriage, just a good fuck."
"You are disgusting," Rose Marie snapped at him. "I would rather remain celibate for the rest of my life than allow you to touch me. I'm getting dressed, then I'm getting the devil out of here, and you'll do me a big favor by never showing up at my pool parlor again. Our relationship began the wrong way, with you attacking me, and I'm not in the mood to maintain such a relationship. If I ever form a relationship with a man again, it will be one of mutual respect, love, and thrust."
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" Norman snapped. "I raped you because that cunt of yours needed raping. The moment I jammed my cock into you, it set you off, didn't it? You really were all ready to explode, weren't you? What's more, you did explode, popping orgasms the way other people pop popcorn. Our relationship is right, Rose Marie. What's more, it's going to continue as long as I think it's right. You're not going anywhere, Miss Bitch! Your cunt may be all hot, but your attitude is all frozen. The first time, last Monday night, I had to thaw out that pussy of yours and start the fires going in it. This time the cold is coming from your mouth. Well I'll tell you, bitch, I'm going to thaw out that mouth of yours, this time."
Norman was angry, and his eyes were locked on the fullness of the lovely redhead's pink, pouting mouth. She had dared to flout his authority, and so he intended carrying through his original premise, which was to dominate her by once again humiliating her, making her understand once and for all that between them there was no partnership, just a leader and a follower, and he was the leader. It was always a pleasure teaching her something new. Though his feeling for her, physcially, had intensified each time he had fucked her, there was still something delightful about having fucked her that first time that would never be duplicated again . . . that is ... it wouldn't have been duplicated again had he not thought of this . . . because this was going to be a first time, as well.
He roughly shoved her back on the bed, and though she tried pulling away, intent on rolling over to the other side and getting to her feet, he was too fast for her. He hurled her back onto the bed again and threw himself on top of her, crushing his slim, hairy body against her slender, full-breasted torso. He loved the feeling of her nipples rubbing against his chest, and when she once again tried scratching him, he brushed her hands aside. He rose above her now and pinned her arms to the bed with his knees. His ass was sitting on her breasts, and now he felt her nipples rubbing against his asscheeks. He sat, but lightly, not wanting to knock the wind out of her as he waved his cock in front of her eyes.
"You want to use that damn mouth of yours to talk, huh?" he snapped. "Well I'll tell you, baby, I have a better idea. Suppose you come ahead and use that sweet mouth of yours on this. Just think of it as a stick of sugar candy, baby. This is something else you're really gonna learn to love!"
He chuckled nastily, leaning forward and letting the rubbery tip of his throbbing cock slap violently against the beautiful redhaired woman's horrified face. He leaned forward, pressing his knees on her arms and pushing his scrubby pubic hairs into her face. She struggled fitfully, doing her best to turn away, but he held her pinned firmly down with his knees digging into her arms and the head of his cock smearing its oils all over her lips and chin.
"Open your mouth, damn it!" he insisted. "Open that mouth of yours and take my cock in."
She began gulping and gasping in an effort to hold back the shuddering fear and panic that was straining to burst forth from inside her. Once again, terror filled her as it had initially done the night he had first raped her.
"No!" she gasped through tightly clenched teeth as he rubbed the head back and forth just inside her lips, smearing his oils all over her mouth. "Don't do this!" she begged, her teeth still Clamped together. "I won't ... I won't . . . you can't make me . . . it's too disgusting . . . stop . . . stop . . . stop ..." she pleaded, but even as she spoke she felt the tip throbbing all the more anxiously as he continued rubbing the rigid tip of the penis between her lips-against her tightly clamped-together teeth. The pungent smell of his groin filled her nostrils and Rose Marie trembled violently as the smooth head of the penis rubbing against her inner lips made her feel terrors causing her blood to run cold, and yet . . . yet . . . causing that strange wantonness that plagued her to once again flare to life.
She fought, struggling hard to breathe through her nostrils, but Norman laughed at that and pressed the palm of his hand over her nose with just enough pressure to cut off her air. Her eyes were rolling in her head as she found it more and more difficult to breathe. She tried sucking air between her hps with her teeth clenched, but it was impossible. She was desperate for air now, and she frantically whipped her head from side to side. But her new lover began thrusting his hips forward, sliding the thick, blood-bloated tip of his cock between the confines of her spread-apart lips. She still fought, but the man tangled his hand cruelly in her hair, already feeling the wetness of her saliva as it dribbled on the head of his hard prong. The saliva touching his cock excited Norman to the point where he thought he would lose control of himself and ejaculate either against her lips or directly into her face.
His hands tightened in Rose Marie's hair until she was forced, from lack of oxygen, to part her lips and breathe, and then, little by little the rubbery tip began forcing its way in. Not only was she being dominated, but she was now being forced to do something she thought of as disgusting and despicable. Her lips began a gentle sucking motion without her realizing it.
"Now you've got it!" Norman gasped. "THATTA GIRL . . . THATTA GIRL . . . JUST KEEP SUCKING . . . SUCKING . . . TAKE MORE OF IT . . . MORE . . . MORE . . . MORE . . . YES . . . YES . . . THAT'S RIGHT ..." he gasped.
Looking down, staring at her, he saw she was once again under his influence, her lips opening and taking the penis deeper inside, her lovely cheeks hollowing and then bloating, keeping time with the rhythmic way he was plunging his cock in and out of her mouth. He pressed down on the tongue, enjoying the sight of her lips widely stretched and ovalled around his thick organ. The sight of the pinkness of the insides of her lips appeared each time his cock pulled back, and then her lips folded in on themselves as he sadistically thrust forward, sliding his hotly throbbing phallus delightedly inward once more, doing it slowly, easing it in, nursing the pleasure he was receiving from this for all it was worth. He began a rhythmic sawing back and forth, never quite pulling the throbbing penis all the way out of the helplessly trapped redhaired woman's mouth, leaving the corona just behind her teeth, thrilling to the pulsations as her lips sucked strongly, pulling on the head.
Norman's weightily swelling phallus continued plunging forward, seemingly growing thicker and heftier with every passing moment, widely stretching the beautiful Rose Marie's helpless lips until she thought they would crack and bleed in a half dozen places. She made all kinds of garbled noises and strangled protests as the wetly impaling penis shoved itself forward and this time entered her virginal throat, causing her to choke and gag. The thickness of it pushing through the ring of her gullet made tears come to her eyes as she coughed and hacked.
Rose Marie once again felt used, dominated, debased, humbled, humiliated. She continued gagging as the thrusting penis slipping into her esophagus and pushed its way deeper and deeper, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate the sides of the organ, rubbing against it.
"Don't be so nervous, honey," Norman told her. "You know, it'll all go a lot better if you just relax and open your throat. That way you won't choke and you'll be able to suck all the better. Come on, sweetie, suck away!"
Rose Marie had never felt so mortified in her entire life. She wanted to cry for help, but even if she were able to do so, no one would hear her. His throbbing cock filling her mouth prevented her from screaming, anyway, so there was nothing more for her to do other than lie there on that bed and receive the lustfully forcing phallus into the wet tightness of her narrow mouth and even narrower throat. She was aware of his weight pressing down hard, crushing against her body, pinning her breasts flatly to. her body. Above her, she saw-each time she opened her eyes-the desire-distorted lupine features of the grey-haired man, his lustfully glazed eyes shining, his lips twisting with the thrill of all the delight he was enjoying pushing his cock deeper into her gullet.
Once again the lovely redhead's emotions were mixed. The constant movement of his cock in and out of her mouth thrilled and delighted her now, but she would never admit it, not even to herself. She had been certain she would feel nausea and the desire to throw up, but instead she ached to suck even harder on the penis, wishing to pull the thick organ even deeper into her gullet. Each time it reached all the way in, it touched a network of nerves she had never realized was there, and as a result she became hotter and hotter as an orgasm lay lurking in her womanly depths, just waiting for the opportunity to arise.
At the same time she felt mortified, shamed, totally and thoroughly disgusted. Just as she knew she was never going to be the same after having lost her virginity, she knew this was going to be another turning point in her life. The son of a bitch was not only controlling her, but making her like what he was doing. This was something else she would want to do again and again in the future. Because of this, she hated Norman. She hated him for introducing her to the different kinds of physical depravity, but she hated him even more for teaching her to love these depravities.
Norman was thrilled at the tickling pressure of the beautiful Rose Marie's tongue as it flatly pressed against the underside of hi|s pulsating penis. Every now and again the edges of her lovely white teeth would delicately scrape against the solid bole of the rigid shaft, pressing in on the soft outer casing of skin. The teeth scraping his cock, especially on the underside, made Norman tingle and quiver with delight. He realized she was getting the hang of it now, and he also realized she was sucking of her Own volition.
Each time he pulled his cock back, he pulled it all the way out of her mouth, just to watch her lips reach up, pursed and waiting for the return of the organ. He didn't disappoint her, shoving the penis right back in, sinking it to the very base, rubbing his testicles against her lower lip as his cock-head delved into the deepest part of her pharynx and continued massaging those hidden nerve-endings, building the thrills that much higher in Rose Marie.
Norman was thrilled even more because of the pressure of her hard nipples rubbing against the flat, somewhat hairy cheeks of his ass as the warm wetness of her sucking mouth continued to thril-lingly surround his almost impossibly huge cock, filling him with a tingling kind of excitation.
The sound of his weighty organ constantly running in and out of her pulling mouth filled the stillness of the quiet bedroom, echoing off the walls, causing Norman to feel even more charged up. He felt the first signals in the depths of his balls that he was going to climax, but he was unaware of what was taking place in Rose Marie's body. In all the years Norman had been blown by other women, not one of them had come while sucking him, so he didn't expect the lovely redhead to peak.
Rose Marie no longer thought about what was happening to her, other than the fact that something was rubbing against something else in her throat, building her to a thrilling orgasm the like of which would be totally different from all the other kinds of climaxes she had enjoyed. The sensations tickling her gullet were becoming too much for her, and she felt the thrills shooting down to her vagina. It was as if there were a direct electric cable between her inner vagina and her throat, because each time the penis rubbed its way through her gullet, she felt as if it were massaging her vaginal walls. The constant pressure became too much for her, and her nails dug into Norman's asscheeks as she choked, coughed, and gagged, and then realized she was in the throes of the most incredible orgasm she had ever known, feeling it originate in the tightness of her mouth.
"GGGGHHHHUUUURRRRGGGGGHHHH-UUUUCCCCHHHHNNNNGGGGHHHHAAA-AARRRRGGGGHHHHLLLLGGGGCCCCHH-HHHUUUURRRRGGGGHHHH A AGGHH!" she gagged out, and the sound surprised Norman.
She was climaxing, but how was that possible? Nothing was touching her vagina, nor was there anything touching her clitoris. Norman was totally confused, but he knew a good thing when he had it, and he intended to maintain a strong hold on this lovely woman for a long time to come. Looking at her this way made him feel like plunging his cock into her red-rimmed pussy again, but this time it would have to wait. The orgasm was building higher in him, now unstoppable. Every muscle in his shuddering body was tense as he became aware of a vibration charging through his aching thighs from the strain of kneeling for such a long time. He managed to slip his knees off her arms, but Rose Marie was unable to move, feeling needles and pins of circulation first starting to return to her arms now that pressure was off them.
Her own orgasm was finished now, and all she was aware of was the need to continue sucking on the huge pylon being shoved down her throat again and again. Her eyes looked up, past the hairy mat of his chest, and she saw the tendons in his neck standing out. Perspiration from his head, his neck, and his body was dripping heavily from him, falling onto the bedsheets as well as onto her.
"Oh son of a bitch!" Norman gasped.
He was startled by the intensity with which his orgasm was coming upon him. This initiation of the lovely woman's mouth made him feel shuddering thrills the like of which he had never known from any other female mouth, and Norman knew he had found the perfect mistress: one capable of enjoying the way he fucked her, or enjoying the way he made her suck him.
He began plunging his pulsating prod deeper and deeper into her narrow gullet, fucking her in the mouth, unmindful of the fact that he might be bruising her gullet, paying no attention to the choking, gagging sounds emanating from the tight throat of the beautiful redheaded woman. His cock felt so hard he thought it would need a diamond to make a crack in it.
Anxiously, frenetically, he reached down and tangled his long fingers harshly into the lovely woman's red hair, yanking her head up as he rammed his cock all the way down, intent she should swallow every last drop of the thick stream of sperm ejaculating from the heavy tip of his penis.
"YYYYAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHAAAA-AANNNNGGGGHHHHUUUUNNNNGGG-GHHHHAAAAUUUUWWWWAAAANNNN-GGGGHHHHUUUURRRRGGGGHHHHAA-AAGGHH!" he bellowed long and loud.
With his hands all but tearing the hair from her head, his powerfully blasting semen striking against the back of her throat. The lovely redhead lay beneath him, her throat working anxiously, drinking, sucking, keeping herself from strangling on the seminal fluid, swallowing the obscene offering he was pumping into her.
The barrage of liquid didn't last long, and slowly it all subsided, the penis deflating little by little, leaking heavy white droplets that oozed across her tongue before being caught in her throat and swallowed hungrily. Rose Marie realized the taste of the sperm was as arousing to her as all other aspects of sex, and though she hated the way Norman had forced the lesson on her, she had to admit, there was no other way for her to have learned it.
"That was all right," Norman told her, getting off her, rolling over and lying beside her. "With a little more practice you'll be perfect," he assured her.
Rose Marie simply lay there, saying nothing. No matter what she would have said at this point, it would have sounded hollow, superfluous, unimportant. Basically, deep down, she was a whore, and she accepted the fact that she loved it.
Chapter Five
For five years she had been the mistress of Norman Pell. For five years she had let him fuck her in the cunt, in the mouth, and even in the ass, and she had loved every last little bit of it.
Then Norman decided to take his dental practice down to Florida, and Rose Marie had refused to go with him. He knew he would never find another woman like Rose Marie, but he also knew he wasn't getting any younger, and Norman wanted to live out his last years in contentment, under the Florida sun.
So he had sold his practice, had given Rose Marie a kiss goodbye, and nothing else, and he had left. But his leaving had set Rose Marie free. She no longer would be subservient to any man.
The trouble was, Norman had been so enamored of her, he had fucked her every night, seven nights a week, month after month, year after year. Those five nights of the month she'd had her menstrual cycle he had alternated between her mouth and her ass, still making her climax. She was used to a good cock at night, and the first week after Norman was gone was hell for Rose Marie. For the first week of her life in five years she wasn't being fucked somewhere. That she had once again been "in her time of the month" meant little, except that she was, on the fifth day, able to start on the Pill.
Rose Marie was determined to find another man, and at first thought of looking for someone either around Norman's age or slightly younger. But it was the same stiff-necked Eloise McHenry, the assistant Dean of Girls at Carver High school, who unwittingly made Rose Marie understand that fidelity to one male was not necessary when one wasn't married.
Every day, after school, Eloise McHenry would stop off at the little pa and ma grocery next door to Rose Marie's pool parlor, and order some groceries. Since she ordered every day, there was no one day when her order was heavy, and it would have been a simple thing for her to carry the one bag of groceries with her to her car and take it home. But no, Eloise McHenry had to have her groceries delivered, and since delivery was one of the specialties of the grocery store, they had one of the high school seniors who dropped in at the pool parlor make the delivery.
Three different seniors worked for the grocery store, and Rose Marie wondered how the grocer was able to afford to pay all of them. She asked old Mr. Schultz, the grocer, about it one day, and he told her, "I only pay one of the boys, and him I pay less than the minimum wage. He lives on tips for the most part."
Rose Marie didn't give much more thought to it until she realized it was the other two seniors who alternated each day, delivering Miss McHenry's groceries, waiting in her pool parlor, shooting a game of eight ball. One day she overheard one of them saying to the other, "Hey, Harold, it's your turn today. What's she got planned?"
"She's into B and D," the dark-haired boy called Harold replied.
When they saw Rose Marie approaching with their sodas, they suddenly were silent, but Rose Marie had heard enough. Her five years with Norman had been very educational. She knew what B and D meant, just as she knew what S and M meant, as well as the vague term, "water sports," which was something she didn't go for, at all.
So, she mused to herself. Eloise McHenry was making use of the high school seniors in a very physical way. More than one, too. Well, why not! It was time for Rose Marie to get some goodies.
Chapter Six
The high school seniors who frequented her pool parlor were, to Rose Marie, like ripe apples, waiting to be picked from the tree. However, her overhearing the conversation between two of them let her realize boys had this habit of being talkative. In any case, she had to pick the right boys-boys who would make her happy, but at the same time boys who were able to keep their mouths shut. What would help considerably would be to make sure that no one boy knew about any of the other boys.
On Friday and Saturday nights, Rose Marie kept her place open until midnight, as she used to do when men had frequented her pool parlor. Some men still did come in, especially after the supper hour, but on most nights she closed the pool parlor at ten o'clock, this way making certain the boys didn't stay behind when it was important for them to go home and get a good night's sleep. True, she was unable to stop them from going somewhere else once she closed the pool parlor, but at least her conscience was clear in that she was in no way contributing to the delinquency of a minor.
It was Friday night, and her lesson with Norman had taught her to quietly tally receipts in the back room before closing the parlor. The boys who came there were not only honest enough to pay for every game they played, but made sure newcomers stayed honest, as well. For the half hour it took her to tally her receipts, she closed the fountain. It was the signal to the boys that in a half hour she would be closing the place.
When she was finished, she came out into the pool hall where the boys were finishing up their last games, and she blinked the lights, letting them know not to start any new games. They grumbled, as they always did, and then completed their games.
Rose Marie patiently waited, watching carefully, knowing there would always be at least one straggler. There was always someone not in a hurry to go home, but she had to be careful it was a boy with enough brains not to tell the others what she wanted.
The boys filed out in groups of twos, fours, and even eights, until there was that one lone boy finishing a solo game of pool. In this case he was tall, about six-feet two, with dark-blond hair, hair that was naturally curly. The boy was slender, and even though he wore a woolen shirt and slacks, Rose Marie was able to see the slacks were neatly pressed with a sharp crease down the middle of both trouser legs. In fact, the trousers were expensive-looking, even if the woolen shirt looked like something purchased at any local habadashery.
Bruce Post was a quiet boy. He didn't come in that much, but when he did, he came in by himself, and he always took a table by himself, refusing to join any of the others. It was as if pool was his therapy. Whenever he had a problem that needed working out, he shot pool.
Usually, at this time, Rose Marie would hurry the youth along, wanting to close up and go home. This time she simply turned off the outside lights, pulled down the shades, and turned off all the lights other than the ones above the table where Bruce was still playing. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, he didn't notice the place was dark and deserted for about ten minutes. When he did look up and saw the darkness around him, he saw Rose Marie sitting in a straightbacked wooden chair near his table, just inside the circle of light.
"Hey, I'm sorry," he said to her. "I didn't realize I was holding things up."
"That's all right," she said, softly. "I'm in no particular hurry, tonight. Something seems to be bothering you, Bruce ..." she knew almost all the boys by their first names . . . "what is it?"
"It's kinda personal," he told her, sinking the last ball, then rolling the cue ball in, as well.
"Come on, I'll treat you to an ice cream soda," she said to him, leading him to the fountain where she turned on a small light. "What flavor do you like?"
"Strawberry," he told her.
"Strawberry it is," she nodded, pumping strawberry soda into a glass, adding a touch of milk, then adding two scoops of strawberry ice cream, on top of which she put some whipped cream and a cherry.
Bruce sipped the soda silently, then used the long spoon to eat whatever ice cream hadn't melted. When he finished, he said, "That was nice of you, Rosie ..." all the boys called her Rosie . . . "you didn't have to do that."
"We all have problems," she told him. "Sometimes we think them out, sometimes we talk them out, but one way or another we work them out. But you seem pretty down-in-the-dumps," she said, turning off the light at the soda fountain and leading him toward a back room she had prepared within the past week. Though she didn't actually live in the pool hall, she had two rooms set up in the rear like an apartment. The one to which she led Bruce now was a warmly furnished bedroom. He felt funny following her into the room, but she motioned him inside, and when she turned on the light, he saw red carpeting on the floor and a large double bed with a brass headboard against the opposite wall. There was a small private bathroom off to the left, right next to a closet where Rose Marie kept some extra clothing. There was a dressing table in the room-Norman's dressing table. He had finally given it to her, and there was a large bureau with six drawers. But there were also lots of heavy chairs, and Rose Marie invited Bruce to sit in a blue chair right near the door.
"Now," she said, smiling at him, "I know I'm only seven years older than you, but think of me as a sort of mother-confessor, and talk to me. Tell me what's bothering you."
"A girl," Bruce finally admitted.
"You don't look like the kind of boy who would have troubles with girls," Rose Marie said as he leaned back in the chair and she sat in a red chair in front of him.
"Just with this girl," he told her. "I like this girl, I like her a lot. I like her so much, I'm afraid to come on to her, and as a result I think she's getting turned off."
"Why are you afraid to, as you say, come on to her?"
"Heck, Rosie! You don't do things like this with a special girl."
"Bruce," she said, leaning forward, putting a hand gently on his right knee. "You may regard the girl as special, but someone else won't, and he'll do to her the things you don't want to do. Even if she doesn't want to do these things initially, eventually she'll meet some male who is so overpowering, she'll do anything and everything he wants, and you'll have been left out in the cold."
"Well what am I supposed to do?" Bruce asked, feeling heat emanating from Rose Marie's hand, but afraid to tell her to take her hand away.
"At all times be gentle," Rose Marie admonished, remembering with distaste the way Norman had dominated her. "But make everything exciting for her. You have to make a girl want you," she whispered, her eyes glistening like two beacons. "You have to see to it she's so turned on, she actually asks you to love her. Arouse her, Bruce. I'm sure you know how. Build desire in her, and she'll come around to your way of thinking."
"Hell! I'm afraid," he admitted. "I'm afraid to make a move," he said somewhat sullenly. "If I do anything, she might be insulted, and yet if I don't do anything she might be insulted."
Rose Marie's hand was casually brushing across the boy's leg now, her fingers moving higher, brushing ever-sO-gently around and across the bulge of his throbbing cock without actually touching it. She was aware of his growing erection, and now she was more certain than ever she would be able to carry out her plan.
"All women like sex," she told him, softly. "The important thing is, when you do finally convince a woman or a girl to make love, you say nothing to anyone else."
"I wouldn't say anything to anyone," Bruce insisted. "Heck, I'm no virgin, Rosie, but you've never heard me talk to any of the fellas about the girls with whom I've scored. I mean, that's between me and them."
"That's an excellent attitude," she said to him. "The important thing is to proceed as if the girl you like, likes you, unless she comes right out and says otherwise. Be assertive without being domineering, and 1 think you'll find the girl more than willing. You'll see."
"Gee, do you think so?" he asked, and Rose Marie was certain she actually heard his heart beating it was pounding so loudly. One thing of which she was certain was the fact that the youth had a raging hard-on, and it wasn't going to go down any too quickly with a cold shower. It would be a shame if he had to "take matters in hand."
"I'm certain of it," he told her. "I see this girl means an awful lot to you, doesn't she."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Bruce asked, gasping, as her fingers continued futtering on his thighs.
"I'm referring to this," Rose Marie replied, and allowed the tips of her fingers to brush ever-so-casually across the head of his huge cock. "I think it would be sinful if you went home with this pushing your pants out in front of you. Knowing you to be a boy with common sense, I'm certain I can trust you to say nothing of this." Her fingers suddenly made a fist, tightly gripping his cock inside his pants.
"Yesssss!" the youth gasped, almost jumping up, sitting only because her tight grip on his cock prevented him from moving too quickly in any direction. "Rosie, do you know for sure what you're doing? I mean sure you know what you're doing, but are you sure you want me?"
She laughed, her voice a low, musical sound, and she nodded, saying, "Yes, Bruce, I want you. Why don't you just relax and let me do all the work, this time. I think I can promise you that from now on, you won't have any more frustrating problems."
Bruce felt his breath gurgling in his throat, rattling as if he were being strangled. She was serious! She really meant it! She wasn't cockteas-ing him, fooling around, trying to get him hot and bothered for no reason at all. She liked him. She! This beautiful redheaded lady for whom every kid in high school would have given his eye teeth to fuck, was letting him know in no uncertain terms that she wanted him. Oh Jesus! This was incredible! It was something out of a storybook-a porno storybook to be sure, but man, it was a dream come true.
For some reason he didn't think this beautiful, intelligent, and in his opinion, worldly woman had the same kind of sexual feelings as the girls he had dated. Oh sure, women like this had affairs, but not with guys like him. They usually went out to some elegant nightclub first, then if they liked the guy, and only if they liked the guy, they would invite him into a really sophisticated apartment and . . . well hey-that was just what Rose Marie was doing. Oh this might not be some kind of elegant penthouse, but it was sure a smart little bedroom, and she had invited him inside.
"Hey," he said, his heart triphammering against his ribs, "I don't want to seem forward, but do you think, maybe, we should move to the bed?"
Rose Marie had him, all right. Now she was going to prove she was the dominant party. Smiling, she said, "No bed, this time. This time you and I can do things right here."
"Here? In the chair?" he gasped.
"Here," she said, and then she had gotten to her feet and slowly but surely undid her blue dress, tossing it off to the side. In no time at all she had removed her underthings, as well, and stood totally naked in front of him, letting him feast his eyes on her lovely white flesh. Then she fell to her knees in front of him, forcing him to remain seated as she unzipped his fly and dipped her hand inside. A moment later it had come out with a huge, thick penis. If it was not quite as long and as hard as that of Norman Pell, it was still nice-sized.
She moved forward, rising, and then her legs were around the arms of the chair as she squatted over him and guided his cock into the waiting receptacle of her anxious cunt. That was when Rose Marie realized how foolish she had been, keeping herself faithful to one man who hadn't really given a damn about her. He had dominated and controlled her from the first moment, and she had allowed it because she had been afraid to be self-assertive. Well now she was doing what she had told Bruce to do, though the boy was totally unaware of it as she sank all the way down on his cock, letting the full length of it push into her belly.
From now on there would be many boys-many, many boys! There would be a never-ending parade of boys until she one day found a man she might be able to love-a man who would be willing to accept her, knowing what she had done with Norman and all the boys she intended enjoying. But that man was sometime in the future. This was the present, and she had every intention of enjoying it.
Her body rose, then fell, rose then fell, and she gasped, thrilled with the wonderful driving strength of the rigid skewer filling her vaginal tunnel. It had only been a week, but it felt like an entire lifetime. She knew she would never be able to restrain herself. The orgasm was needed so desperately, it overwhelmed her almost instantly, and she clamped her hps tightly to that of the handsome blond-haired youth, her arms tightly around his head, holding his face to hers as she bucked up and down, up and down, feeling her vaginal chalice distend and explode as orgasmic charges blasted through her again and again. It was a silent orgasm-it had to be. She didn't want the boy to know how strongly she was affected by what he was doing. But she was unable to control the fluids in her cunt, and they sprayed out of her, splashing all over his pants.
Before she had recovered from her first orgasm, a second one overwhelmed her, and then a third, and a fourth. She was climaxing non-stop, thrilling to the way the boy's hands held her buttocks and kept her firmly in place on his upstanding cock. He was aware of her climaxes, and he wanted her to enjoy them; to get the full benefit of them, so he was thrusting into her with his heels digging into the floor while his hands pressed down on her buttocks.
She was so attuned to sex, Rose Marie realized she no longer needed Norman or any one man. A
cock-any cock at all-would set her off. This cock was attached to a boy who was willing to do anything and everything she wanted. It was going to be a long night, and she knew she would have to take the edge off his excitement so that he would be able to maintain an erection for some length of time, afterward.
Without warning, she lifted her sucking cunt from the throbbing length of his staff, and sidled backward until she was off. Then she once again knelt on the floor in front of him, and an obscene flare of arousal continued burning in the quivering depths of her anxious belly-a belly that was not yet totally fulfilled. She looked into Bruce's eyes for a long moment, licking her lips, and then slowly lowered her head toward his long, thick penis.
Bruce groaned, unable to find anything to say. Without being asked, she was going to suck his cock. He had been blown by one other girl, and she had done it to him as if doing him the greatest favor in the world. It had felt good, but not great. Now, however, he had the feeling he was in for the experience of a lifetime.
Her hands pressed against his chest, at the same time forcing the lower half of his body forward until his buttocks were on the very edge of the chair. His thighs were as far apart as possible, and Rose Marie rested her elbows on them, as if to let him know she wanted them kept that way.
Hypnotized by the thrillingly salacious sight of the beautiful redheaded woman's wetly ovalled lips as they slowly but surely approached the tormented glans topping his penis, he felt her red fingernails graze tantalizingly along the taut under flesh of his hard, rubbery penile head. Jolts of thrilling, unearthly delight began uncontrollably charging through his loins as he saw she was going to suck his cock even though it had been buried in her cunt, first. Jesus! His hard prick felt stiffer than the Eiffel Tower at this moment. The woman had a voraciously hungry look in her eyes that let him know his cock was really something special.
Other girls had let him do things to them. This woman was actually taking the initiative, making him feel he was important ... that sucking his cock was something she needed to do.
Then, all thoughts of other women left his mind as lust totally engulfed him. Nothing mattered at this moment other than the ache in his blood-bloated phallic spire as he saw Rose Marie's tongue leap out like that of an adder, moving from between her lips to tease and brush the tip of his stiffly pulsing knob.
"Oh Jesus Christ!" he gasped, moaning out loud as her tongue began flickering very swiftly along the entire length of his stiffly upstanding phallic tower. Her oral organ laved the entire tip again and again, then returned to washing the underside, going from top to bottom and back again before moving lower to soak the wrinkled scrotum containing his balls with her saliva. All kinds of never-before-known thrills shot through his shuddering belly as her hand began urgently pumping up and down on his pulsing staff.
"GGGGUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" he gasped, as the lovely kneeling redheaded woman brought her warmly ovalled red lips back up along his throbbing lance to suck at the purplish bulb of his glans, taking the head deep into the butter softness of her sucking mouth. Her head moved down, down, down, and when he thought she would choke, her head continued moving down, taking the entire phallus into her mouth and then licking once again at his scrotum. He was awed, unable to believe any woman capable of swallowing so much cock without strangling to death. Her lips tightened around the base of his prick, and then moved up again, slowly sliding to the broadly burgeoning tip.
His cock had become even stiffer as a result of her oral ministrations, and to Bruce it looked as if she were straining to stretch her lips all the way around the organ. She sucked, pulling it once again into the depths of her throat, and as a result she felt an orgasm once again shoot through her as the tip massaged those ultra-sensitive nerve-endings, inside. She spasmed, and her hot cunt sent splashes of her own love juice running down her thighs.
The boy was her love slave, the first of many, and she was going to prove she was the mistress by making him raise another erection and they would go to the bed where he would take his time fucking her. He would take a long time to shoot the second time, and Rose Marie had no doubt she would be achieving at least another half-dozen climaxes during that time.
Already he was emitting deliciously salty, sticky seminal oils from the tip of his throbbing prick. She drank it eagerly as her tongue washed around and around and around the pulsing penis again and again. The sooner he came, the sooner she would make him hard again so he would be able to fuck her.
"Come on," she said, lifting her head for a moment and looking him straight in the eye. "SHOOT YOUR LOAD INTO MY MOUTH! LET ME TASTE THAT SEED OF YOURS, BRUCE! GIVE IT ALL TO ME!"
The sound of the lovely redhead actually asking him to fire down her gullet thrilled Bruce even more. As her mouth went back down onto his cock, he stared anxiously at her furiously pumping head, her cheeks hollowing and bloating as her desire-maddened eyes seemed ready to pop out of her head.
OHHHHHH AHHHHH! Here was this beautiful woman, this women other kids in school would have sold their souls to possess, kneeling between his thighs, her elbows forcing his legs to remain apart, her head bobbing wildly up and down as her mouth continued to loudly and obscenely suck on his throbbing cock. Bruce felt thrillingly frustrated as never before in his life, and he heard himself pleading, "Oh yes, yes, yes, please don't stop, Rosie. I'll . . . uhhhhhh ... do anything . . . anything at all for you . . . just make me shoot!"
Immediately, Rose Marie's lips tightened like a hard vise around his feverishly throbbing penis and her delicate feminine hands were tightly clutching at his undulating buttocks, pushing his saliva-soaked pubic hairs against her forehead.
She sucked harder than ever, feeling his hands press on her head. This wasn't domination, as far as she was concerned. His hand pressing on her head was a sign of the passion the boy had pent up in him.
Bruce wasn't thinking in terms of who was the dominant partner. Satisfaction was the only thing that mattered. First, there was the woman's satisfaction, and she had been totally and completely satisfied. Now it was his turn for satisfaction, and it was obvious she was doing her best to see to it he reached that most wonderful of all apexes. Every nerve, every muscle, every movement of his straining body seemed to push to the point of thrilled explosion as his fingers tightly grasped hold of her rich red hair as if trying to force her mouth even farther down the length of his cock.
Excited by the pressure of the youth's hands and the panting coming from his throat, the lovely Rose Marie found herself sucking all the harder, enjoying every bit of what she was doing. From the way his urethra was pulsating against her tongue, she knew it was only a matter of seconds before his frothing sperm would erupt inside her seeking mouth.
Now she was aware of his body stiffening, tensing, his legs shooting straight out on either side of her, the heels digging into the floor as he jammed her head down and kept it down so that she had to work on the underside of his cock with her tongue while her gullet squeezed the head of his swollen organ. Then the tip of her tongue detected a flickering ribbon of pulsations working their way through his hard cock, making the passion-thickened staff enlarge just the littlest bit more. An instant later the first searing drops of his heatedly sticky seminal fluid came furiously spurting down her gullet as the youth shouted, "OHHHHH . . . YYYYEEEEAAAAGGGG-HHHHUUUUGGGGHHHH . . . WOWWWWW-AAAUUUGGGHHH . . . HHHHAAAANNNN-GGGGHHHH!"
He fired again and again, filling her mouth to overflowing with quantities of milky seed so voluminous, she was unable to swallow all of it. She gulped, she drank, she sucked, but still sperm escaped from the corners of her mouth and ran down her throat.
She sucked until the penis was flaccid, and then lifted her mouth from it, saying, "I think you need some more ice cream to regain your strength. I'm not letting you out of here until you've fucked me at least one more time, tonight."
Bruce smiled, for all his worries had suddenly melted away.
Chapter Seven
Bruce was discreet, all right. As a result, he soon had a standing Friday night date with Rose Marie. At least this took care of her Fridays. But Rose Marie realized there were still six other days, and in order to fill them properly, she would need six other discreet boys. The big question was, were there actually six more boys at the high school capable of keeping their mouths shut?
The weekend proved hell for her, especially after the fantastic Friday night she had spent with Bruce, who, because of her, was now more assertive, and as a result was able to do better with the other girl of his choice. When Monday came around, Rose Marie knew she would never be able to hold out until Friday. She also knew she didn't dare try and snare Bruce for any other day. The boy was a senior, and he studied hard during the week. He was going to a large university when he finally was graduated from Carver, and his average was so high, he was being offered a scholarship, assuming his grades remained high. Rose Marie would do nothing to jeopardize those grades.
Still, there was a definite need within her, and if that need wasn't gratified shortly, she would go out of her mind. How she managed to get through the early part of Monday she never knew, but she kept a smile on her face, and no one realized what kind of turmoil was going on inside her.
It was at four o'clock in the afternoon that a new group of boys who had never been to the pool room came in. There didn't seem to be anything special about them, except that they were somewhat different from the usual crowd who hung around. One of them, the one all the others were gathering around, was short, with a kinky crew cut and a square face. He had a flat nose and little piggy eyes that gleamed. Though he, himself wasn't fat, he looked heavy, and it was not a look of muscle.
There was all kinds of money sitting on the pool table they had selected, and he was insistent that though he had only just started handling a pool cue recently, he would be able to beat any of the other boys.
"It's a simple matter of physics," he told the others. "You have to know just where to hit the cue ball, how hard to hit it, how to aim it, and at the same time you have to anticipate the trajectory of the ball being struck by the cue ball. All this is mathematics, and since I can sum these things up almost instantly in my head, it's only natural I can play a good game of pool."
"Who's the braggart?" Rose Marie asked one of the boys sitting at the counter, sipping his soda.
"New kid in school, Lenny Kane," the boy replied. "The problem is, he's as good as he thinks he is. You should see him whiz through those tests. He has his own method for studying, yet he hardly stays home after school and no one can ever tell how he does it since he's very close-mouthed about everything."
"You don't say," Rose Marie noted.
"Watch, he'll be here all day, taking on all the pool sharks, and you can bet he'll nail every one of them."
"He seems to be a bit of a shark, himself."
"He's not lurking anyone into a game by pretending to be bad," the boy remarked. "In fact, he's coming right out and saying how good he is. You just watch and see."
Chapter Eight
For the rest of the day, Rose Marie watched the boy take on any and all comers, whether for a dime or a dollar or even more, and he beat them. He kept insisting that his knowledge of applied physics was the reason why he was able to do so well.
At ten o'clock, when Rose Marie called out that it was closing time, Lenny Kane was just finishing up a game. He walked over to the fountain and asked, "Would it be possible for me to get a glass of soda before I go? That was thirsty work."
"I was wondering if you were going to order anything," Rose Marie said to him, drawing a soda for him. It was cherry.
"Hey, Lenny," one of the other boys called out as they walked out the door. "Want us to wait for you?"
"Tell them to go on ahead without you," Rose Marie said quietly.
The boy with the little piggy eyes squinted at her and then turned and called out, "You guys go on ahead. I'm bushed. I'm going to rest for a minute. I'll see y'all in school tomorrow."
The other boys left, and Lenny looked at Rose Marie and asked, "How come you want me hanging around?"
"You seem to be the boy genius," she replied. "You tell me."
He looked at her for a long moment, and then he said, "Hey, come on, now, you can't be serious. I mean, you're a woman, and I'm just a . . . "
"Kid?" she finished. "I assume you know how to keep your mouth shut, which is the reason I asked you to stay."
"That's not the problem," he told her.
"Oh, you mean there's a problem? Do you have to be home at a certain hour?"
"No!" he snapped. "My parents allow me total freedom ever since I turned eighteen, especially since I have an average of slightly better than ninety-nine in school."
"Then what's the problem?" Rose Marie asked.
"Well," he said, "to be honest with you, I've never really had time for girls. That is, I've had the time, but I've never had the girls. Now admittedly I've read all the sex manuals, and I think I know what to do, but reading isn't the same as doing."
"You are smart," Rose Marie nodded. "The question is, do you have the courage to accept what I tell you at face value, and will you do it, or would you just rather say good night?"
"This is something of a challenge," Lenny admitted. "I admit, I've been curious about sex for a long time, now. But I also confess to being somewhat afraid of pursuing it, though my fear stems more from the fact that a woman might laugh at me rather than from what would actually happen."
"I won't laugh at you," Rose Marie assured him. "If you're as good at sex as you seem to be at everything else, we might just make a regular Monday night thing of it."
"You're already hypothesizing that I will be as good," he said to her.
"If you do as I say, you will be," she assured him, "assuming your abilities extend to the physical as well as the mental."
"I can play handball better than anyone I know," he told her. "I'd like to think I can copulate at least as well as I can play handball. I'm willing to try it if you are."
"Just remember," she said to him, "follow my lead. Now pull the shades and I'll turn off the lights."
He pulled all the window shades while Rose Marie turned off the lights. Just before they headed for the back room, she took a can of whipped cream from the soda fountain.
"What's that for?" Lenny asked.
"To make things more interesting," she assured him. "I'm going to teach you the basic way to make a woman happy without using anything below the belt."
"You mean . . . with my tongue?" he asked.
"Yes, you really are smart," Rose Marie nodded as they entered her little bedroom in the rear of the pool hall.
"This is where you live?" he asked.
"This is where I frolic," she told him. "Where I live is my business, just like where you live is yours."
"Fair enough," he nodded, noting the bed, with the covers pulled back, had clean sheets.
Once the door was shut, Lenny became a little apprehensive. He looked at her and said, "I suppose I'm supposed to fondle you."
"It might be a better idea if you undressed me, first," she said. "Then undress yourself. I think you'll find it's more fun that way."
"Yeah," he nodded, "I suppose so."
"Well then hurry up. You know, I'm anxious to feel that mouth of yours on my vagina. I want to know if you can kiss me as well down there as you play pool."
"I feel so strange doing something like this, considering I hardly know you," he said to her.
"Believe me, we'll get to know one another very well," Rose Marie insisted. "I can understand your hesitancy this initial time, but I have a feeling you won't be so hesitant after.tonight."
His hands were gentle, somewhat fumbling even though they caressed her body as he began to slowly remove her dress, and then he started taking off her brassiere. He stopped for a moment, his hands touching her mammaries, his mind absorbing the sense of touch, feeling her nipples and the smoothness of her breastflesh. It was obvious he liked what he was doing, because he became more animated, and Rose Marie was certain she saw the beginning of a tenting in his pants. Yes, she had chosen well, and she was certain this was one man who would more than satisfy. She thought of him as a man even though he was eighteen.
He felt her nipples again and again, feeling them grow from flat pink discs to blooded capsules that ached to be more than merely fingered. Without being told, he lowered his head and used his mouth, licking the nipples, enjoying himself immensely, letting his lingual organ circle each tantalizing nipple, wetting it thoroughly with his saliva, then sucking on it, pulling each tantalizing pellet between his lips again and again. He peeled off the lower half of her dress. She wore no stockings or pantyhose, so she was down to her white bikini panties. He kneeled as if he were her subject, and tugged her panties off, then got to his feet and removed his own clothing in a hurry.
Now that he was as naked as she, Lenny offered Rose Marie the opportunity to examine him while his own eyes continued roving over the perfection of her lovely body.
Rose Marie stared at his penis. Though by no means small, it was not nearly the weapon she had seen attached to Bruce Post. Nevertheless, it was adequate.
"I feel rather silly," he said to her, "but would you mind telling me, now what do I do?"
"Well," she told him, "we might stand here all night, but it might be a good idea if you put your arms around me and started kissing me."
Timidly he approached her again, pressing his slender, almost hairless body against her soft form. There was nothing muscular about him save for the prodding organ between his thighs, and Rose Marie felt as if she were being pressed against a cushion. He moved his face to hers, and said, "Believe it or not, I've never kissed a girl before."
"It's easy," she assured him, and wrapped her own arms around him as their mouths met.
She had to show him how to stab with his tongue and lick and touch gums and teeth and palate, but he was a quick learner, and in almost no time he was kissing her in an expert manner. When he kissed her throat, he breathed deeply, inhaling the freshness of her body, quivering with an excitement he had never realized existed, before. He was enjoying himself, all right, but he was also learning, and one was almost able to hear the computers in his mind working as his lips pressed against her flesh and his nostrils distended to take in the sweet smell of her.
He began to slowly sink to his knees in front of the lovely white-skinned lady, letting his hungry lips run tantalizingly over her shuddering body, kissing his way down the front of her. He pressed his mouth to her flat belly, delighting in the tantalizing flavor of her vanillalike flesh, enjoying the excitement of her thrilling nakedness. Her provocative form was a total delight to the youth, and he felt himself overwhelmed, having come here for a tasty meal, only to find himself glutted with a fantastic banquet. The mere touch of her soft flesh thrilled him, and when his chin rubbed against the well-manicured triangle between her rounded, tantalizing thighs, he quivered, not from dislike, but from worry that he might not be able to perform to her expectations. For the first time in his life Leonard Kane was frightened that he wouldn't measure up. Yet he had to try.
God! She was alabaster-white all over, and the only pink marks on her flesh were caused by her brassiere straps and the elastic of her panties. She was something, all right, she was really something.
Rose Marie knew by now she had found herself another interesting young man. He was the kind of youth she was certain who, when finally broken in, would continue seeking new and different ways of doing things. But she also knew she had control over him, total and complete control.
The lovely woman lifted one foot very carefully and let her leg drape over the young man's shoulder, exposing the cuticled pink hps beneath her curly red hedge. This was the first time in his life Lenny Kane had seen a vagina that wasn't a photograph. Alive this way, it looked so different from the still pictures he had seen in all those magazines his friends had. It pulsated, it was wet, and the lips seemed to pucker as if trying to kiss him. Equally important it had a rich fragrance, a delicious odor he had never before imagined as he inhaled the delegability of her aroused juices, letting the thrilling aroma fill his nostrils. Reaching out with an uncertain hand, he flatly covered her entire vagina with his palm and fingers, feeling her oily essences leak against him. Trembling, he hesitated for a moment, and then rubbed the fluid right back into her split-purse. At the same time his other hand slid around to tightly grip her buttocks, massaging the delightful foam-rubber flesh, feeling the wonderful gluteal mounds yield to pressure before returning to its original shape when he released it.
Standing, Lenny Kane grabbed Rose Marie beneath her arms and pulled her to him, kissing her. His mouth pressed itself against hers tremblingly, and she knew he was still afraid to lap her pussy. Well, that was why she had brought the whipping cream along.
Still holding him and kissing him, she backed up until she felt her buttocks touch a long, narrow table against the wall. It was supposed to be a telephone table, but she kept the phone on the wall near the bed, so the table had become a decorative item more than anything else. She scrunched up onto the table, and scooted back, then opened her thighs, and said, "The time has come to separate the men from the boys, or in this case, the man from the boy. This," she said, pointing to her vagina, "is what you boys laughingly call hair pie. Well I'm going to top it with whipped cream, and I want to see just how much hair pie you can eat."
"Let me spray it," Lenny begged, and she nodded.
He went and got the can of whipped cream and returned to where she was sitting on the table. Though it was a narrow table, it was nice and long, and so she was able to lean back a little, putting her weight on one elbow while looking at him. Lenny suddenly felt as if he were participating in one of those x-rated movies he had once seen on a dare. Well helll His huge cock was as long and as hard as that of those studs in the pictures, but he had to admit, the girls in those films didn't take to sex as readily as this beautiful woman did. God! He'd never seen anyone enjoy anything the way Rose Marie enjoyed what they were doing.
When he was younger, he used to masturbate in the bathroom, dreaming of the various movie stars he would love to go to bed with, imagining their faces, thinking of himself touching them, but never really able to understand what it would be like since he had never fondled a female before. True, he had imagined all these different female movie stars would be loving and adoring, but he had never once pictured a female as sexually turned on as Rose Marie. There was no doubt about the fact that truth was stranger than fiction.
After thinking of the various ways he wanted to try this, Lenny finally pulled her so that her buttocks were on the edge of the table with her heels pushed back and pressing against her buttocks, her knees straight up in the air. This exposed her taut coral cunt in its entirety.
The kinky haired youth stared, watching the way her lovely vaginal lips twitched and shuddered, seeing the way her colorless lubrication seeped out and dribbled down her asscheeks, making oily little lines.
Shaking the can of whipped cream strongly, Lenny took the time to examine her lovely breasts, all of her body once more. Even with her upthrust knees hiding her lovely breasts, he had to admit she was one very beautiful and enticing female. Hell! If he had to learn about sex, this was definitely the woman to teach him. Her tits were almost completely puddled against her body because of the pressure of her thighs, the nipples digging into her knees. He licked his lips nervously. Then his fingers reached out and ran over her warm flesh and he saw the goosepimples suddenly forming all over her. This let him know she was enjoying his touch as much as he enjoyed touching her. He reached down, rubbing the tender inner hollows of her thighs without actually touching her tantalizing vagina. For some reason he felt awed by that wonderful feminine sanctuary. Yet he knew in a few moments his mouth would be glued to that orifice. The thought scared him a little. In fact, it scared him more than anything he had ever previously attempted.
"Lie down flat," he insisted, "but still keep your heels flat against your buttocks, huh."
Smiling, Rose Marie did as the boy asked, her hands under her head which would have otherwise hung over the edge of the table. She managed to look at him and smile, reassuring him that what he was doing was fine as far as she was concerned.
Reaching out with the can of whipped cream, holding it upside-down over her breast, he made a tiny cone of whipped cream around her left nipple. Then he did the same thing around her right nipple.
Rose Marie shivered when the cold, white cream touched her lovely trembling body. Each areola was completely covered by the whipped cream, but the rest of her breasts were clearly visible. She shuddered quite openly, but Lenny knew she wasn't afraid. Her shudder, he correctly surmised, was as much from the thrill of what was going to take place as it was from the cold whipped cream.
"Like what I'm doing?" he asked, sweating bullets.
"Of course," she nodded. "After all, I'm the one who brought the whipped cream in the first place."
He aimed the can at her lovely groin now, then he pressed the button on top and the squiggly white foaming cream came frothing out all over. He started at the top of her curling red pelvic hairs and made sure to cover only the hairs and not the rest of her pelvis. Then he slowly but surely began moving the whipped cream down toward her trembling vaginal lips. She pressed her feet into the table and lifted her buttocks a little, letting him cover the entire coral split from her clitoris to her perineum, and then he sprayed some whipped cream against the little pucker of her anus.
Finished at last, Lenny Kane put the can of whipped cream down where he had taken it and stepped back to admire his artwork.
"I always maintained art was where I shone," he said to her, smiling a little. "You know, I've done such a good job, you really do look good enough to eat."
"So start eating," she told him.
He walked over to her, leaned over and kissed her mouth one more time for reassurance, letting his tongue play with hers for a brief instant. Then his mouth slowly moved down her throat, trailing its way to her left breast. He licked the cream around her areola, sucking it into his mouth between pursed lips. Little by little, with his licking tongue, he began to expose her nipple, and it looked like a long, pink capsule standing up from the roundness of her white breast as the blood filling it had turned it from a light-pink to a light-red.
He licked slowly, letting the flat of his tongue wipe the whipped cream from her entire breast before sucking the delightfully tantalizing nipple into his mouth and sucking strongly. After he had sucked her tingling nipple for more than five minutes, relishing every little taste of it, he moved his mouth over to her right breast and proceeded to do the same thing there. Once that mammary was washed clean of the whipped cream, he shoved the teat into his mouth, as if trying to stuff all of it inside, using the back of his throat to rub her nipple. His teeth bit softly, but not deeply enough to leave marks or cause bruises.
After what seemed like an eternity, he moved down to where her heels were still pressed against the white roundness of her buttocks. He put his weight on his elbows as he stared between her thighs, inhaling the delightful muskiness of her through the whipped cream. Her flesh was so white, it was almost impossible to tell where the whipped cream ended and her flesh began.
Lowering his cropped, kinky head, he began hungrily nibbling at the inside of one white, creamy thigh. He licked teasingly nearer and nearer to her cream-covered pussy, almost totally overcome with the rich aroma that was wafting from within as it seeped through the oozing, melting whipped cream. His two hands gripped her rounded buttocks and tightly squeezed, feeling the rubberiness of her flesh.
Rose Marie trembled, gasping with lust. The boy was a novice at this, but the way he was prolonging everything made her want it all the more.
"Lick me, now!" she gasped.
Instantly Lenny's face was pressed between her thighs, his long tongue at her snowy pussy, licking the sugary foam and cutting through the stuff with his tongue, lapping her wide open, pink cuntlips.
"UUUUUUNNNNHHHH . . . YESSSSSSSS . . . HHHHHAAAAANNNNHHHH . . . OOO-OOOHHHH ..." the lovely redheaded woman gasped. "KISS ME THERE . . . LICK OFF ALL THE . . . UHHHHHH . . . CREAM . . . LAP . . . LAP . . . USE THAT TONGUE . . . DON'T STOP . . . MORE . . . MORE . . . MORE . . . WONNNNNDERRRFULLLL . . . AHHHH . . . YESSSSS . . . THAT'S THE WAY . . . THAT'S THE WAY . . . YOU'RE . . . UHHHHH ... AN EXPERT NOWWWW
Lenny began licking faster and faster, his tongue wiping away almost all the whipped cream left, leaving her richly coral vaginal lips open to his staring eyes.
Heatedly wet, long, slurping kisses covered the softness of her hair-fringed labia. They were thrilling, exciting kisses, and they made the lovely woman wriggle and writhe and gasp with overpowering inner excitement. The flowered-open flaps of her fuming inner vagina now exuded a rich, musk-melon aroma, letting Lenny inhale the very essence of her being.
Rose Marie's trembling thighs began a slow rotation, picking up speed as the hungry Lenny continued licking, parting her delectable vaginal lips, forcing them even wider apart with the pressure of his licking tongue. He worme4 the oral organ deeper and deeper into the steamy recesses of her bubbling vaginal wall.
Rose Marie tried clutching his hair but it was too short, so she grabbed his ears and pulled, tugging his hungry mouth even deeper into her womanly grotto of love. Her feet no longer remained pressed flatly on the table as she entwined her legs tightly around Lenny's neck as he lifted her rounded buttocks from the table to tongue even lower into her coral split and sink his organ into her vaginal cavern. It was the first time his tongue had ever done this, and he had to admit, he was not only enjoying the experience, but he was relishing the taste.
"OHHHHHH . . .AHHHHHHHHH. . . YESSSSSSSS . . . " the lovely woman was gasping out loud. "IT'S GOOD ... SO GOOD . ... OHHHHHH . . . YESSSSSSS . . . YESSSSSSS . . . IT'S SO GOOD . . . AAAANNNNHHHH . . . BITE ME DOWN THERE . . . OOOOHHH ... LET ME FEEL YOUR TEETH . . . AAA-AANNNNHHHH . . . BITE ME . . . BITE MEEEE ..."
Lenny wasn't certain he heard the woman correctly. But at this point in time he wasn't going to waste time lifting his head and actually asking questions. Even if he had heard something else, he intended doing what he imagined he had heard her request.
His lathered tongue pushed further into her soft, squishy depths again, then licked out and slid over her labia as he moved his oral lips first to one labius, then the other, feeling the furry wet hairs. At the top of her inner lips her pink clitoris stood out like a sentinel on guard, protecting the entrance to her womanly tunnel. Lenny brushed his teeth against it, making the beautiful woman gasp. She trembled, feeling all kinds of thrilled delight. He gently surrounded the pulsating vaginal guard, taking careful little nibbles at each of her palpitating, reddened labia, chewing carefully around the head of her engorged clitoris without actually biting down on it. He managed to use the edges of his teeth on her clitoral stem, as well, causing more shudders to vibrate through her trembling body. As a result, Rose Marie began squealing with thrilled delight.
Lenny.bit a little harder, and this made Rose Marie gasp a bit louder as his thumbs began rubbing up and down against her inner vaginal lips, keeping them widely separated. The glistening pink bead of her lovely clitoris began to visibly pulsate as cool air swirled all around it. With the probing tip of his seeking tongue Lenny licked along her left inner labius, moving his oral organ from top to bottom, and then the lingual digit leaped to her right labius, repeating the same maneuver.
Rose Marie jerked, twitched, and shuddered under his flicking oral teasing, gasping that much louder with ever passing second.
"UUUUNNNNHHHH . . . HHHHAAAA-NNNNNGGGGHHHH . . .UUUUNNNNGGG-GGGHHHHH!" she cried out as a minor orgasm overcame her, setting her up for an even bigger one to come.
"Lennie!" she gasped, as she pushed him away from her, a bit oversensitive at the moment. "You're a natural when it comes to masticating a vagina. I'll bet there are men who have lapped women's cunts for years who aren't able to begin to compare to you."
"Well I pride myself in always trying to do my best," Lenny admitted.
"Fine! You've earned the right to lose your virginity. Let's see if you can be as masterful with that penis as you were with your tongue. If so, you'll have the women flocking to you from miles around, you'll see. I want to feel that lovely penis of yours buried to the hilt as far inside me as it'll go. Now come on, Lenny, let's do some good-old-fashioned fucking."
"I'm afraid that if I climb on top of you and try putting it in I'll shoot my stuff all over the place before my cock is inside you."
"Don't you worry," Rose Marie told him flatly. "You just leave everything to momma, and momma will make it all right."
She rolled off the narrow table and walked to the one chair in the room that was not an overstuffed one. It was an armless, wooden chair she had once brought in from the pool hall when her vanity stool had broken.
Pointing to the chair, she wordlessly ordered Lenny to sit in it, having him push his butt forward as she had had Bruce do so that his penis was sticking almost straight up into the air. She walked toward the boy, her body shining with his saliva and some of the whipped cream residue, and she stared at the solidly throbbing penile organ, deciding it would do the job. She liked the idea of being the one on top. It let her feel she was the dominating person.
"I'm going to sit right down and fill myself with your lovely cock," she told him, "but first, push your chair against the wall so that we don't tip over backward."
Nodding, the youth got to his feet and shoved the straight-backed chair against the wall near the table they had just used, and Rose Marie was right behind him, rubbing her hairy pelvis against the tightness of his buttocks. When Lenny turned around and sat in the chair, the lovely lady fell to her knees, knowing in order to fit that cock into her, she had to make it nice and wet, first. She lowered her puckered lips around the throbbing mast, inwardly gratified to hear the flat-faced youth sigh. Norman, after the times he had forced her, had taken her abilities for granted, and only commented when her performance was less than exceptional. It was a distinct pleasure to be with a virginal youth like Lenny Kane, enjoying with him the thrill of the first time his cock was encased in a knowing mouth.
She licked the organ all over, saying, "Just making sure it's nice and slippery before we put it away, Lenny."
Then she stood, moved her thighs around his seated hips, and nuzzled his cheek with her own as she leaned forward. Her slender inner thighs tightly gripped his outer thighs as she gripped the back of his head with both hands and tugged his mouth to her left breast. Then, before the heatedly aroused, and thoroughly and delightfully confused Lenny knew what was happening, she reached down with one hand and gripped his steel-solid, spit-shiny staff with her quivering fingers and guided it directly into the maw of her tenderly tight pussy. Her cunt swiftly descended on the throbbing length of the upstanding cock, totally engulfing the pulsing pylon.
Reacting by instinct, Lenny gripped her twin asscheeks and tightly held onto them, squeezing her rounded gluteal flesh, making Rose Marie moan. Her heels reached all the way down and forward and hooked themselves around the back legs of the chair, allowing her to press her thighs all the more firmly around his. Her soft flesh rubbed against the firmness of his body as she struggled to gain some leverage, sliding her lithe form up and down on the pulsing phallic spire pushed inside her.
Her nipples were a rich red now, swollen all the more, each looking like a thirty-eight caliber bullet standing out from the luminescent whiteness of her firm breasts as they touched his chest now that his mouth was away from them. The nipples, like hard little diamond chips all but cut into the hairless flesh on the youth's chest. He was so overwhelmed by all that was happening to him, he was unable to think straight. All his reactions were spontaneous, as his fists squeezed her buttocks even more tightly, grabbing her and lifting her up and down, up and down, hoisting and dropping her body with all the strength he had, forcing her sucking cunt to wetly move up and down his throbbing organ. The heavily slurping pussy continued tightly contracting, clinging to the hard stiffness of his thrusting organ as it continued powering its way through the pink abyss of her feminine chasm. Her soft inner walls clung firmly, as if Rose Marie was frightened the youth might suddenly change his mind in the middle of all this. She needed it so badly.
She crammed her tantalizingly aroused, shuddering body that much more solidly against his, leaning forward and planting burning kisses on the strained side of his neck. Then she gripped his hair and forced his mouth down again, once more cramming her breast into his mouth, pushing it deeper inside, this time. He ate hungrily, chewing on the mammary, trying to swallow it all down his throat, almost viciously biting it. His shoulders were all the way back against the back of the chair, and his rump was as far forward as possible without actually falling off, balanced on the very edge of the seat. She was almost standing now, the penis pointed vertically upward into her, and she had to stand and sit, stand and sit, in order to feel the maximum effect of the hard cock moving through her tight pussy. She struggled to ram the heated length of his massive pole that much deeper into her cunt, but it lacked the length and breadth of the two other cocks that had fucked her. In order to compensate, she had to tighten her vaginal muscles as she drove her body down again and again. The tip of his cock would hit her cervix each time she lowered herself quickly, and then slide past it into the deepest center of her pussy. She gasped with delirious pain, thrilled beyond belief.
"YES, YES, YES, YES, YES . . . " she urged. "FUCK DEEPER . . . DEEPER . . . DEEEP-ERRRR . . . OHHHHHH . . . IT'S SO GOOD ... SO GOOD . . . JUST PUSH IT DEEPER . . . SHOVE IT ALL THE WAY INSIDE MEEE . . . YOU FEEL S-O-O-O-O-O GOOOOOD . . . OHHHHHH . . . YESSSSSS . . . AAAAANNN-NNHHHHH ... I LOVE IT ... I LOVE IT . . . DON'T STOP NOW . . . DON'T STOP NOWWWWWWW ..."
Her full, beautifully rounded asscheeks slammed down solidly against the orange-sized, wrinkled leather scrotum sac containing his shuddering youthful balls each time she sat. It was wonderful, absolutely wonderful, and more thrilling than she had ever dreamed possible, considering his inexperience, and yet it wasn't enough. She needed something more, and she had to call on her memory and think of the multitudes of things she had done with Norman Pell. With her arms gripping his head, his mouth sucking on her left breast now, she leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Push a finger into my ass . . . please . . . don't worry ... I'm clean in there . . . do it!"
This was something Lenny Kane would never have thought of doing on his own. Still, since the woman was requesting it, and she was making him feel so good, he decided to do as she ordered. He 4iad no doubt it was an order, but these were the kind of orders he was capable of following any day without complaining.
With his right hand he reached between her rounded buttocks, moving his index finger a little lower, letting it catch some of the delightfully slick juices seeping from her wet vagina, and when he felt there was enough of the slick, oily flow covering his finger, he worked the tip of it between her buttocks. Slowly he corkscrewed between her vibrating rear orbs, moving the finger against the prunelike opening of her anus. Little by little he pushed against the pucker, widening it, opening it, finally making it wide enough so that he was able to push the finger past her sphincter.
Rose Marie considered herself a sex lush. Where other people needed liquor to get drunk, she got high on fucking. There were all kinds of thrills bursting through her shuddering body and the finger intensified the feeling in her cunt as it thrust in and out of her rectum. She continued wildly bouncing up and down on the boy's naked lap, panting, gasping her sighs over his head as she tightly clung to him, feeling every last little bit of his hardened flesh massaging her tender vaginal walls.
Lenny's finger wasn't in too deep at the moment, only as far as the first knuckle, and the only resistance was her natural tightness. Feeling her need for more of his finger, the youth pushed harder, still rotating his finger, and the finger sank slightly deeper, halfway to the second knuckle. In, in, in, it moved very slowly now, keeping pace with the way she bounced. The lovely lady was in heaven, enjoying every last little thing the youth was doing. He was reacting in a natural way, responding automatically, doing things without even thinking. Her continually bouncing, swiftly moving body continued shuddering with thrilled perverse delight as the finger pushed deeper, deeper, deeper, until it was finally all the way inside her asshole. Slowly, very slowly, her tight rectum adjusted to the probing digit, and.the very tip of his finger reached almost into her large intestine. Rose Marie surrendered herself to the thrills she was experiencing, enjoying the deliciously exuberant delight continuing to uncontrollably flash through her helpless body. She purposely slammed her buttocks against his thighs as her nails sank into his neck.
"AAAAANNNNHHHH . . . YESSSSSS . . . LENNNNYYYY ..." she gasped. "YOU KNOW HOW . . . YOU KNOW HOW . . . YOU ARE ONE FANTASTIC FUCK . . . KEEP SHOVING THAT FINGER INTO ME . . . KEEP PUMPING THAT COCK INTO ME . . . AAAANNNNHHHHH . . . THAT'S FABULOUS . . . DEEPER . . . DEEPER . . . WIGGLE THAT FINGER AROUNNNDDDD . . . AAAANNNNHHHH ..."
Uncontrolled ecstasy charged insanely through the both of them, and the lovely lady was slamming her body so solidly into that of the high school senior, the back of his chair was banging against the wall. She rode him as if he were a galloping horse as his lengthily battering penis seemed to take command of her shuddering body for the moment, thrusting deeper and deeper insider her, sinking to the deepest part of her tender vaginal channel while his slender knuckled finger continued driving into the deepest part of her rectum, touching the opening to her colon.
Shocking current was wildly blistering through Rose Marie's shuddering thighs and rotating hips, electricity running up to her breasts, filling her elongating nipples, making them stretch even more. Then the polarity seemed to reverse itself, and the stuttering sparks seemed to shoot straight down through her body into her cunt and from her, into him. She slammed herself violently against the young man, and the back of the chair thumped against the wall every time she drove forward and down. Lenny felt himself craziry ridden, and he realized even though he had the penis, she was the one in control of the fucking. She was the dominant one. Nevertheless, he responded to her downward slams with upward thrusts; digging his own heels into the floor for leverage.
"MORE . . . MORE . . . MORE . . . MORE . . . MORE ..." Rose Marie pleaded. "Shove that lovely finger of yours deeper into my ass. Cram that cock of yours all the way into my cunt!"
Lenny's mind was spinning with rapturous delight. His other fingers cut tightly into the solidity of her rounded assflesh while his forefinger continued thrusting into the narrow tightness of her rubbery asshole. Her asshole continued wildly rotating around the probing finger as it pummeled her inner flesh. Her rectal interior was expanding, stretching, straining, and her vaginal interior was widening, as well. Rose Marie had to admit, in spite of the youth's lack of oversized equipment, he managed to do quite well with what he had.
Lenny felt his thick penis rubbing against his finger with only a separating membrane between them. That thin bit of tissue was all that kept the two conduits apart, and he wondered how it managed to stand the friction caused by the rubbing cock and finger. Hell! It was obviously a lot stronger than it felt, because he purposely pressed his finger against it a number of times, and though it yielded elastically, he knew the lovely lady felt no pain at all.
Lenny's mind began functioning again. He began reasoning things out, and he realized if her asshole was able to take so much stretching by a finger, it would also be able to be stretched by a cock without any damage being done. If she allowed him to come back next Monday evening, as she had hinted, he would ask to be allowed to try it. After all, her asshole was even tighter than her vagina.
At the moment, the pressure in her vagina was beginning to overwhelm him. There was no way he was going to hold back his orgasm and he knew it. From the way Rose Marie was gasping, it was equally obvious she was close to her own satisfaction.
At the moment, she was the one doing most of the fucking, because she wanted it understood, she was the party in control. She filled her asshole with his driving finger and let her cunt overflow with wildly demonic bouncing thrusts, glutting herself with the youth's genitals. Up, then down, up, then down, filling herself, then emptying herself, then once again slamming down and clogging herself with both cock and finger at the same time.
The young man was aware of his hard cock swelling as it had never swollen before, hurting, thickening, enlarging as the lovely Rose Marie began a soft mewling, revealing her utterly abandoned heat. Her thighs clung to his all the more tightly with each solid instroke, and her wildly flailing head whipped from side to side, her short red hair going one way, then another.
Lenny was leaning back in the chair now, holding her lovely upper body at arm's length, staring with wide eyes at the arousing sight of her bouncing breasts, as well as the thrusting cock moving in and out between the puffed pink lips of her pussy. Then he shut his eyes tightly, allowing himself the luxury of pure feeling, enjoying the way her pussy clamped all the more fervidly around his shoving shaft, her inner tissues clinging, almost adhering to his throbbing length.
He was going to fire at any moment. He knew he would not be able to hold back. Hell! He was surprised he had held back this long, considering this was his first time. It was almost as if she had wordlessly commanded him to keep himself under control, but he was unable to do so any longer. A torrent of juices was waiting inside him, aching to come out and inundate her vaginal gully. He wished she would climax at the same time. It would be terrific if the two of them were able to peak together. He began increasing his violent upward thrusts, squeezing her buttocks all the more tightly with nine ringers, lifting her higher each time, slamming her down that much harder, jamming his forefinger all the more resolutely into her narrow rectum.
Rose Marie began shuddering all the more uncontrollably now, violently trembling as she gasped out animal grunts and gasps as the lascivious dredging of her taut body became even stronger. Her glazed eyes saw nothing and so she squeezed them tightly shut. Her mouth hung slackly open as she began gutturally babbling, a woman on the very edge of total and complete gratification. She was moving like an uncontrolled wildcat, hammering her twin openings all the harder against the two parts of him thrust into her.
Her climactic gasps were a loud, shrieking prayer for more of what she was already feeling, and turned from a mere scream to a long, loud bellow. Her fingers dug solidly into the young man's shoulders as she slammed herself uncontrollably into his lap again and again, reacting like a crazily spastic animal. Her tight, vaginal interior flowed open, sucking and pulling on his drilling phallus as it continually pounded wildly into her, an eternal flow of viscous vaginal fluids keeping his throbbing cock wet and dribbling onto his sperm-swollen testicles.
The tightly clutching inner membranes of Rose Marie's crushing vagina massaged uncontrollably, bringing the burning molten serum from the shuddering depths of his broiling egg-shaped testicles, making it bubble upward into the urethral tube in his penis as it fluidly moved higher and then came spurting out into her vagina as he bellowed, "AA-AAAIIIIYYYYAAAAGGGGHHHHUUUUU-NNNNGGGGHHHHHHHAAAARRRRGGGG-HHHHUUUUNNNNGGGGHHHHAAAA-UUU WWWW AAAGGGHHH!"
His bursting penis was like a firehose, unleashing one powerful blast after another of his high-speed, flaming seminal fluid into the tightly sucking depths of her feminine grotto as it twitched and anxiously sucked the fluid inside. The thickly swollen lips of her vagina kept themselves pursed around his cock and pulled as strongly as any mouth. Her naked groin slammed repeatedly into his lap, and the backflow of seminal fluid splattered all over both their thighs.
"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she begged. "I can feel the sweetness of your hot flow inside me," she gasped.
Her arms were now solidly wrapped around the youth's neck, her lips kissing his mouth and neck as his finger slipped from her rectum in order for him to have a firmer grip on her buttocks.
They sat that way for the longest time, his penis wilting, but each still tightly clinging to the other. Finally she slid from his lap, went to the little bathroom, washed herself, and brought a wet towel to wash the boy, as well.
"Well," she asked, as the two of them began dressing, "do you think you can stand a weekly diet of this without it affecting your grades?"
"I'm sure of it," Lenny nodded, enervated for the moment, totally drained, yet thrilled at the prospect of more of this.
"Fine," she told him. "Just remember, mum's the word, and be back here next Monday evening."
Chapter Nine
To the world at large, Rose Marie Carmichael was a hard-working lady who had taken over the business her father had once run. She had expanded it so that she had a bar on one side of town and a pool hall on the other, and was raking in a nice income from both, but she wasn't having any fun. It seemed to everyone her life was work, work, and more work.
Only Rose Marie and three high school seniors knew differently, though none of the seniors knew about one another. The lovely redhead had managed to add one more boy to her collection, and she had him staying late on Wednesday nights. She made a point of telling each boy not to come into the place on any night other than the one they were scheduled to go into the back room together, because she didn't want them finding out about each other.
However her weekends were still lonely, because once Bruce Post left her on Friday night, there was no man to fill her time until the following Monday eveing. The frustration was becoming stronger and stronger. Thai Vera Baker came into her life.
Vera Baker was the high school basketball coach. He had played semi-professional basketball in his youth, but too many minor injuries had put an end to a promising career, so that at the age of thirty-one, the dark-haired man with the deep, burning eyes, the small straight nose, and the granitelike jaw had agreed to become the high school basketball coach. He wasn't too tall, but he made up for his lack of height with his agility. He was as handsome as a movie star, as smart as any college professor-having gotten through college with a three-point-six average, and built with a rugged, yet wiry torso.
Every senior in high school respected Vera Baker . . . every senior, not just the basketball players and the other athletes. In fact, the "athletes" who respected Vera Baker most of all were the eighteen-year-old senior girls with whom he bedded from time to time.
Vera Baker had overactive glandsr and as a result had to sate his lusts more frequently than the average man. He dated female teachers now and again, and even went out with other women he occasionally picked up in bars, but none of them had really been able to keep up with him, physically, though all had tried. He had even played around with the mothers of some of the boys on his basketball team, but contrary to Dr. Kinsey's report, the older women, in spite of their greater lust for sex, didn't have stamina to match.
It hadn't been his idea to start fooling around with the high school senior girls. On the contrary, it had been a cheerleader who had initially seduced him in his office one afternoon when basketball practice had been over and the team had left for the day. From then on, the word silently got around through the female grapevine, that any girl over eighteen who wanted a real man, would be able to score with Vern Baker.
It soon got to the point where Vern realized he needed the young ladies. He also realized, as semesters passed, that senior girls graduated, and some of the new senior girls, those who had been juniors the year before, were more wary of him that interested in him. Desperation made him learn, from some of the senior boys, which were the so-called easy girls, since he initially had no desire to touch a virgin and have her parents coming down on his head.
Once he had a list of girls who put out on a fairly regular basis, he narrowed the list to those he was fairly certain didn't contract some kind of venereal disease. Hell! Herpes II was running rampant at some of the high schools, and that was one venereal disease for which, at present, there was no cure.
However it was a virgin who brought him to the attention of Rose Marie Carmichael.
Amy Wender was not exactly a tease, but she did have a crush on the coach. At the same time she was afraid to let him know it, for though the rest of the faculty and the principal of the school had no idea of Baker's reputation, every senior girl was very much aware of it. As a result, Amy used to stand off and admire him from a distance.
One afternoon, following a particularly difficult win over another team, the Carver basketball team came into the pool hall to celebrate, mostly with ice cream sodas and sundaes, though Vera Baker stuck around to shoot a game of pool with one of his boys. The cheerleaders, of which Amy Wender was one, had also been invited for sodas, and four of them had come along.
By six o'clock, three of them had left, and the only reason Amy was hanging around was to watch Vera Baker's muscled arms ripple each time he handled the pool cue. He had showered with his boys, and rather than getting back into a suit, he had put on a tee shirt and slacks, and then he had thrown on his overcoat, it being December and he with the boys had come to the pool hall.
Rose Marie's eyes always took in everything that went on in her pool hall. Like any other female, she admired Vern Baker. He was handsome, intelligent, athletic, and the kind of man any female would like. She also noticed Amy Wender.
The lovely brunette with the short hair was sitting on a stool at the fountain, her glistening eyes glued to Baker. Rose Marie noted the girl was exceedingly lovely, with a slightly overlong nose that, oddly enough, didn't detract from her beauty. Her mouth was full and heart-shaped, and she had a lovely oval shape to her face. From the neck down, she was spectacular. Her shoulders were neither too broad nor too narrow, but her breast development was unbelievable. She had enough to make Dolly Parton jealous. Her waist was extremely narrow under the red and white uniform she was wearing, and she had wide, wide hips that really flared out before tapering into long, slender thighs which, in her cheerleader's outfit, were all too obvious.
It was also obvious that Vern Baker was noticing her.
Under normal conditions the basketball coach wouldn't have gone near Amy Wender with the proverbial ten foot pole. But the game had been an exciting one, and the win had made it all the more exciting. He had become sexually aroused looking at all those sexy cheerleaders in the gym, and the cold shower afterward hadn't helped to cool him off. He had hoped to expand his energy on a game of pool, but with Amy watching him, all he felt was increasing heat.
Snow was starting to fall outside, and when the pool game ended, Baker offered to drive the boy with whom he was playing, home. The boy declined, saying he lived nearby, and it would be better for him to run it and keep in shape.
For the only time in her life, Amy Wender said, very forwardly, "You can take me home, if you'd like."
The coach hadn't expected that, but he knew damn well if he ended up alone with this girl, he would do his damndest to seduce her. Yet how did he graciously back out of the offer to take her home? What made it even worse was the fact that, for the moment, the pool hall was empty except for Rose Marie and Amy, because the other youth had already put on his coat and had hurried out the door. The sounds of their voices echoed hollowly throughout the room. He looked at Rose Marie, who said nothing, then finally said, "Yeah, sure, look, kid, my car is in the alley behind the pool hall. Get your coat on and we can walk around."
Rose Marie was no fool. More than that, she had an insight into people few others had, especially when it came to sex. She knew the coach was hot for the girl, and more, from the glistening look in the girl's eyes, Amy was hot for Vern Baker. There was no one around to see the two of them together, and she decided to play Venus. Not that she was doing this for the benefit of the two of them. Hell, no! Vern Baker was all man, and by God, she intended having him fuck her this weekend-the whole weekend.
Here it was, Thursday night, which meant she would not be involved with any of her boys, and her bedroom in the rear of the parlor would be empty. At the moment, the little kitchen she had to the side of the bedroom was also empty. Since she barely did any cooking in the pool hall, the kitchen almost always remained dark and empty, and she used it for storage, though she really didn't have too much to store. There was one spare pool table, boxes of balls, and lots of cue sticks, as well as boxes of cue chalk, but that was about it. She also had a small cassette tape recorder back there.
There was a small hole in the wall between the kitchen and the bedroom, and an idea was already coming into Rose Marie's mind.
"If the two of you don't want too much of the white stuff covering your feet before you get to the alley," she told them, as they went to get their coats, "you can go out the rear door. It leads directly into the alley. There's a snap lock on it, so you can open it from the inside, but once you go outside, the door'll lock by itself."
"That's mighty nice of you," Vern Baker said, his coat over his arm. "Thank you, Miss ..."
"Rosie," she said. "Everyone calls me Rosie."
"Is your name Rosel" he asked quietly.
"Rose Marie," she replied.
"That's a nice name," he said to her. "Thank you, Rose Marie. Come on . . . what did you say your name was?" he asked the young eighteen-year-old girl.
"Amy," she told him.
"Yeah, well come on, Amy, we'll go out the back way."
The two of them headed for the rear room. Baker opened the door, and they went inside, the door closing behind them. That was when the front door opened and a gang of eight boys walked in, banging their hands together because of the cold outside.
"Hi Rosie," they called out. "We came to shoot a few games."
"That's why I'm in business," she laughed, as they handed her two dollars apiece and then broke into groups of twos and headed for four different tables.
"You fellas want sodas, ice cream, or anything?" she asked.
"Later," one of them called back to her.
In no time, all eight were immersed in their games of pool.
Rose Marie quietly walked to the rear of the pool hall, then stepped to the left and walked through a door there, directly into the kitchen/store room. She left the door open a little so she would be able to see, but it really wasn't necessary. There was a light coming from the tiny hole in the wall between the two rooms.
Silently walking over to the wall, she peered through, and sure enough, instead of having gone out the rear door, Vern Baker was kissing Amy Wender, and she was kissing him back. His hands were all over her, and though it was obvious she was frightened, more from inexperience than anything else, she seemed to love what he was doing to her.
Feeling around, Rose Marie located the tiny casette recorder she had left on what had once been the kitchen table, and she brought it to the small table against the wall beneath the hole. Then she taped the tiny microphone to the hole, using some scotch tape she had in the table drawer, and turned the "Record" button on. Smiling to herself, she went back to taking care of the pool room. She would be able to listen to everything that went on, later on.
It was a good thing she came out when she did, because four more boys had come into the place, and they were calling for her to make them ice cream parfaits.
Chapter Ten
In the small bedroom, Amy Wender was passionately panting, saying, "Gee, do you think we should stay here? Rose might come in at any moment."
"Rosie thinks we're gone already," Vern Baker said to the lovely brunette. "She'll be busy out there taking care of customers the rest of the evening. I've locked the door, just in case. I'll unlock it when we leave."
"Wh-what do you want to do?" Amy asked.
"Don't be naive," Vern told her. "You know damn well what I want to do. What's more, you want it, too."
"Please ..." she gasped. "I've never done anything like this with a man before."
"Well heck, when the time comes for you to do it, it has to be with a man," he told her. "Look, sooner or later it's going to happen, you know that. Almost no girl is a virgin when she gets married today. If you don't want to do it, say so, and we'll leave."
"It's just that I don't want to be hurt," Amy gasped.
"Honey, one day, soon enough, some lucky guy is going to get into you and you know it. You're ripe for it. Whoever does the job is going to hurt you a little. It has to hurt the first time. I'm not gonna kid you. But now, while you're still a young girl, not only are your muscles very elastic, but so is that membrane inside you. The easier it is for that membrane to stretch, the less pain you'll feel when it breaks-it's as simple as that."
"If I let you ... do you think you can mak^ \\ good for me?"
"That much I car* promise," he told her. "Hurry, get 0f vour clothes," he said, and he began taking off his own clothing.
Amy hurriedly undressed, too embarrassed to look at him at first, but when she did look, she saw enough to terrify her. He was muscular from top to bottom, with light hair on his chest, heavier hair under both arms and on his pelvis, and a raging -erection that stood out so long, so thick, so hugely, it looked as if he were sitting on a wooden railing.
"Don't worry," he assured her, staring at her naked beauty, as well. "You'll stretch wide enough for me to fit inside. You'll see."
She was a stunner, all right. Her breasts, large as they were, stood up, amazingly high. The nipples actually tilted upward, attesting to the fact that she did a lot of exercises. They were brown nipples surrounded by very large brown circles-a soft brown.
The rest of her was lily white, except for the ebony patch between her thighs. It was a sparse patch, but because it was black, it looked thicker. He was just barely able to make out the pinkness of her labia.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked, as he gently made her lie on the bed.
"You'll see," he said, and spying the bathroom, went inside, took a towel, folded it, and placed it under Amy's rump. "You just lie back, open those lovely little white thighs, and I promise you there'll be fantastic pleasure. I'll warn you ahead of time when there'll be pain, so don't worry."
Amy was snivCfin2 ^ over, still afraid someone would walk into the room, more afraid not to do as the man said. Golly! She was crazy 2^out mm and wanted him terribly.
"Are you going to kiss me down there?" she asked.
"That's right, honey. I see you know a little about these things."
"Very little . . . just what I've read," she admitted.
"Well tonight I'm going to teach you everything. Just one question, and that is, when was your last period?"
"It just ended two days ago, why?"
"I want to make certain you're in what is known as the safe time of the month. I don't want to risk your having a baby."
"No, I'm safe, right now," she told him.
She lay back, her body trembling, her strong young white thighs open as wide as possible, her knees raised, and Vern Baker fell flat on the bed between her thighs, his face hovering over her vagina like a vulture. With his hands he pressed on her inner thighs even more, spreading her beautiful white legs wider apart, enjoying the delectable sight of her lovely hair-lined pink slash. Her cuntlips were thick and pouting. He liked that in a female. To him, thick cuntlips meant the woman was more sensuous. He really didn't know how much truth there was to that thought, but it was his own personal belief.
He slowly lowered his handsome face toward her virgin cunt, breathing deeply, inhaling the freshness of her exuberant youth emanating from within. Her body was aware of his breath tickling the ridges of her outer labia, and then, like an icicle, his tongue was teasing its way into her soft crack, parting the delightful curtains of her soft outer lips, reaching for her inner lips, lapping up and down.
Amy felt one thrilling wave after another of orgiastic shudders violently trembling through her lovely body as she began squirming and writhing.
She would have clamped her tender thighs tightly shut had not the basketball coach kept them apart with the pressure of his hands. His tongue was working carefully, tantalizingly, moving up and down along her right inner vaginal wall, licking wildly, and the touch of the oral organ on her delicate vagina drove Amy to the brink of madness. She had never dreamed anything in the world would be so wonderful. Chills shot along the length of her spine, and she gasped, her hands flailing in the air as if trying to grasp something.
As a well-educated girl, she had read about cunnilingus, and it was only now that she understood why women went wild over it. It was simply marvelous. She thrilled to the pressure of the man's tongue delving that much more deeply into the softness of her quiveringly swampy vagina. She had perspired heavily at the game, and though she had stopped in the ladies' room afterward, and had cleaned herself with a towelette she always carried with her, she was wondering if she was clean enough. But when Vern Baker's tongue plunged directly into the center of her, she no longer thought about anything other than the wonderful pleasure she was receiving from all this.
Baker inhaled the rich, natural feminine essence of her and enjoyed every last little bit of it. He had never had a virgin before, and the very aroma of her was innocence, itself.
Amy continued wildly bucking and churning, bouncing her body uncontrollably, thrashing wildly around, tugging her body first one way, then another as her heels pounded solidly on his back.
She thrilled to his upper lip closing over her clitoris. She had always been aware of its existence, but she had never masturbated, and as a result had been totally unprepared for the nerve-tingling sensations filling her shuddering body. When his lips began sucking on the tiny button, she almost screamed, clamping her hands over her mouth, afraid the people in the pool parlor would hear her. Then his working tongue slid in and out of her steaming womanly center and licked away at the clitoris, making her jump and leap all the more.
"Do you like what I'm doing?" the basketball coach asked, pulling his face away for a moment.
"Oh my, yes, yes, that's wonderfull" Amy gasped, unable to believe this was suddenly happening to her.
Just think, less than an hour ago she was watching him playing pool, and he had acted as if he didn't even know she was alive. Now, all of a sudden, just like that, he was letting her know how much he thought of her by licking her, down there. She was intelligent enough to understand that the man wasn't in love with her, nor was it likely he ever would be, but he liked her enough to do something like this to her, and she was willing to bet he didn't press his mouth against every vagina he had known. He was going to introduce his penis into her shortly, and now she wasn't afraid of the idea . . . not at all. She had a feeling it was going to all end up being very, very good.
Baker sank his working tongue into the sweet depths of her syrupy center once again, continually pulling out the creamy gobs of flowing colorless fluid she was constantly emitting. Lord! She tasted good-like no other female he had ever known. Her juices were so fresh, so vibrant, so tasty, and even the meat of her vagina was alive and savory. His mouth watered at the taste of her, and the more he had of her, the more he wanted, feeling tingles charge through his body. God! He needed her! He needed that cunt of hers more than he had needed pussy in a long time. This was the reason why, for the first time, he was risking it with a virgin.
With all the other high school girls he had screwed, it had been fun, and they had been able to keep up with him, more or less. But none of them had made him feel any real inner emotion. But this sweet, young, fresh thing made his blood boil all the more, and though he was aware much of it was caused by post-game excitement, a tremendous amount of it had to do with the girl, herself. She was something special, all right. Jesus! She almost made him feel as if he were the virgin. He was almost afraid to violate the tightness of her lovely little vagina. As his tongue worked inside her cunt, he was aware of how narrow she was. He knew he had one thick pipe, and he wondered if she would really be able to stretch wide enough to take the full length of him.
"Look," he said, suddenly feeling guilty, taking his mouth away. "I know this sounds cruel after me getting you heated up and all, but maybe we'd better not ... "
"You're afraid I'm going to fall insanely in love with you and I'm going to try and claim some kind of hold on you," Amy gasped, feeling thrills shudder through her. "I'm not a child, Coach Baker. I know you like me, but you don't love me. I also know that if we ever get together again, it'll be because we both want something basically physical, and not because of love. I'm a psych major, and I'm going to study psychology in college. Sure I feel emotional about you, but I know better than to think you're in love with me. Now let's not have any more nonsense, huh. You brought me here, seduced me, convinced me to undress, and I think it only fair you carry through with the rest of it. I'm not asking for more than you can give, am I?"
"Well ... no ... I guess not ..."
"Look, I know all about what people do in sex, even if I've never done it before, myself. I'm willing to do anything . . . anything to prove I'm willing to let you . . . well, you know. Look, I'll even suck on your penis. It'll be another first for me."
Without another word, the coach sank his mouth against her sweet vagina, driving his slurping tongue through her internal wetness. As he did so, he began moving his body around, raising a leg and bringing it down on the other side of her head. The thought of this sweet little beauty actually giving his cock a good sucking was too much for him to resist. He'd be able to keep himself under control long enough not to shoot ... at least until he had pumped his cock into her cunt.
Amy understood that he was taking her at her word, and even though he was continuing to lick her pussy, he wanted her sucking his cock. She had never done anything like this before, but she imagined this was something that came naturally to her. His weighty balls thwacking against her head aroused her that much more. Her hands dug into his asscheeks, pulling him down as she opened her mouth, and sucked his throbbing cock inside. She thrilled to the thickness of it broadening her lips into a crazy kind of open-mouthed smile as she sucked. The organ pressed against her palate and flattened her tongue as it pushed deeper and deeper into her gullet, sinking into her throat. She choked and gagged, and he instantly pulled the cock back, realizing she wasn't used to this yet, and it would be cruel of him to take advantage of her by trying to strangle her with his organ.
He began pumping his penis in and out, only halfway in, since that was all that would fit without touching her gullet. She sucked hungrily, letting him know she had been serious about wanting the two of them to enjoy everything they did.
Amy, her mouth crammed with the thick penis, once again was aware of the man's lips and tongue concentrating on her tingling clitoris, and the pressure drove her wild, making her suck that much more strongly. She knew she would be getting that good feeling soon, the one she had read about in all those books. His hard cock was pumping into her mouth so solidly, his balls were slapping against her forehead and the bridge of her nose, and yet she loved it.
Then . . . just like that-he stopped. He suddenly tugged his pulsating length of masculine muscle from her lovely little heart-shaped mouth, and at the same time he pulled his face from between her wide-open thighs.
"Now," he whispered, turning around and hovering over her, his loins between hers, "you and I are going to fuck. Don't look at me as if I've said something dirty. It's a perfectly good word that very accurately describes exactly what it is we're going to do. I can tell you right now, after you've been solidly fucked, you won't want a day to go by without aching to be fucked again."
"Is it really as good as all that?" she asked.
"It's better!" he insisted.
"Weil, then, I'll be able to start doing things with some of the boys in school, won't I."
"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to give you any wrong impressions. This is something you do only with a guy you like one heck of a lot."
"I understand that," she nodded. "Please . . . stop talking about it, already, and go ahead and do it."
The handsome basketball coach smiled at her, and reaching down, gripped his throbbing phallus. It was as solid as granite. He guided it very carefully until the head was pressed against her tender, juicy, youthful labia, probing lightly into the wetness of her soft crack. Then he grunted and began pushing.
Amy was aware of him shoving. In the beginning, all she was able to sense was the pressure of his thick, bulblike tip as the penis widened her labia while pressing inward. There was no pain-yet, but neither was there any pleasure. True, she was all excited, inwardly anticipating just how much fun all this was going to be. Then he pressed a little more firmly, and she felt her soft labial gates starting to separate. Oh it was going to hurt, all right. Right from the start she was able to tell that much. His stretching her vaginal lips so far apart was already more than a little annoying. Then, little by little he began pushing his cock into her a little deeper and harder. It sank farther and farther into her.
In the pool hall itself, loud disco music was blaring, and it effectively drowned out the loud, "AAAYYYAAAGGGHHH!" the lovely brunette screeched out as she felt the overpowering pain.
She wanted him to pull right out, but when she opened her mouth to tell him as much, his weight, pressing down firmly on her tender belly, forced the wind out of her, and she found herself helpless and voiceless, unable to protest.
He forced his cock a little deeper into her, and the pain intensified. Her inner vaginal walls were stretching as never before, and all kinds of searing pain shot madly through her trembling body.
"GGGHHH AAANNNGGGHHH!" was all she was able to gasp, feeling his belly press firmly into hers as he pushed his cock all the harder into her.
Vern Baker had been expecting to feel the resistance of her hymen at this point, and he steeled his body for a hard thrust in an attempt to tear through the delicate membrane once his pulsating glans encountered it. But as his cock continued sliding deeper and deeper into the lovely brunette, he found no such resistance. Hell! He knew she was a virgin-she had to be, considering how tight she was, and from the way tears were streaming down her cheeks from the pain she was feeling.
She was a cheerleader. She did all kinds of exercises and cartwheels and things that would not only tax her muscles, but in her case had probably, at one time or another, without her knowing it, had caused her hymen to break. No wonder she didn't have a cherry.
"Don't worry," he gasped at her. "You've felt all the pain you're going to feel, honey."
He slammed the full length of his thick, meaty organ all the way into the tightness of her girlish depths, feeling the thrilling way her pussy tightly constricted around his thrusting organ. Her hot cunt tugged it in, sucking on it as a calf would nurse at its mother's udder. He pressed it inside even farther, rubbing the knob against her youthful cervix, rotating the penis so that her tunnel dilated even more, and he was able to sink it to the deepest part of her.
After what seemed like an agonizingly long time of pressing the penis deeply into her, he slowly began tugging it back. He moved it in and out, in and out, lightly, gently, and that was when Amy realized the pain was already starting to disappear. More important, as the thick, hard cock slid backward, she began to feel an immensely overpowering rush of thrilling rapture filling her body. The ecstatic thrills sneaking into her had come inside with the pain, but had remained when the pain had left her.
"I'm sorry . . . " she gasped, looking at him. "I didn't mean to cry like some kind of baby. Please
. . . please don't take it out. I won't cry out anymore, you'll see. I'll behave from now on, just put it back inside me."
Smiling at her, he began easing the throbbing organ back into her, and as it moved into Amy, the lovely little brunette felt thrills building that much higher in her. Yes, yes, yes, it really did feel good. It was a feeling to end all good feelings.
"Good Lord!" he gasped. "You're like thick honey inside, did you know that? You're fighting me every inch of the way, and yet you're yielding at the same time."
"Is that good?" she asked.
"Sweetheart, I don't know what it is you're feeling, but I can tell you now, what I'm feeling is very, very good. Hell! I've never felt this . . . welll . . . surrounded . . . before."
"Gee, you feel so solid, so stiff, and gosh, you really feel hot, very hot."
He smiled at her again, then tugged his loins back only to steam forward once more, plunging his thick penis tremblingly all the way into the thrilling, crushing tightness of her squeezing, pressuring vagina. Amy was sighing now, delighted beyond belief, her rounded hips now riding upward to meet his constantly downward thrusts. Thrill raced after thrill inside her shuddering body as the broad thickness of his burning penis charged all the way to the deepest part of her aching feminine core, filling the depths of her womanly hollow again and again and again.
Amy was so aflame with thrilled lust she thought she was running some kind of high internal fever.
She had never dreamed in all her eighteen years that anything in the entire world was able to make her body feel so doggone good. From the throbbing of his pulsing penis as it moved inside her, she knew it would only be a matter of a few moments before she discovered what it was like to have him ejaculate his thick, gooey liquid inside her.
He was pounding solidly forward into her, driving madly, his eyes glazed with the same kind of desire she was feeling. He didn't seem to hear, to smell, to taste, to see . . . anything. His four other senses had been temporarily blocked out, and all he was doing was feeling, concentrating on the pressure of his solid penis as it continued rummaging through the formerly virgin tightness of her womanly interior.
Amy caught the rhythm of the way he was fucking into her, and she picked it up, finding herself automatically matching her body to his movements with no difficulty whatsoever. Her thighs rammed upward, her sweet vagina kissing the base of his throbbing cock and enjoying the tickling feel of his pelvic hairs as she dug her heels into the bed for better leverage. She was fully aware of the way her newly opened young vaginal tunnel voraciously clung to the length of the man's thrusting phallus, and the young brunette knew this had to be the most fantastic thing to ever happen to her. The inner depths of her cunt kept sucking him in . . . in . . . in!"
Her sticky vaginal lips clung like leeches to the thickness of his throbbing cock, surrounding it like a jellyfish would surround an intended victim. The weight of his dangling testicles thrilled her each time they slammed against the roundness of her twin asscheeks. The loud, sucking sounds of her noisy cunt, as it continually pulled the length of his cock into her was now music to her ears.
"UUUNNNHHH!" she gasped. "I CAN FEEL IT ... I CAN FEEL IT . . . IT'S BUILDING INSIDE ME . . . YESSSSS . . . OOOHHH . . . WOWWWWW ... I CAN FEEL IT COMINGGGGG . . . OHHHHH . . . AAANNNHHH ..."
She felt it all right, as she had never felt anything before.
"Come, baby, come!" the man urged, pumping all the harder into Amy. "Let that climax wash all over you. Hit the top of your orgasm."
Come! Orgasm! Climax! All these meant the very same thing. All these words referred to that superb and wonderful sensation she would feel at the end of all this.
She was aware of him plunging his mighty and powerful cock into her with even greater force and velocity now, his weightily stabbing piston churning and reaming its way through the sticky delight of her tightly clutching hole. The gripping wonder of her vaginal interior appeared to delightfully tingle and caress every last part of the man's constantly hammering phallic wand. The clinging and thrilling wonder of her tight vaginal interior was like so many suckers constantly caressing the throbbing length of his driving pole as it plunged home into Amy again and again, making loud sucking noises.
Vern Baker was slamming the throbbing staff into her again and again, overcome with the relentless need to achieve his own satisfaction. This had to be one of the most fantastic cunts of all time, at least as far as he was concerned. His weight was pressing down on top of her, buoyed up by those massive seemingly air-filled, wonderful balloons that were her breasts, his chest hairs scrubbing her sensitive nipples. He tried leaning closer, wanting to kiss these sweetly puckered lips of hers, but her huge breasts prevented him from getting closer.
The man felt the throbbing load of heavy sperm starting to rise inside him. It was leaving his testicles, easing through his prostate where it picked up the fluid that would carry it forward, and then slowly everything seeped into his urethra, rising higher and higher, ready to blast out of him at any second.
He'd already known the bliss of orgasm so many times, and yet this time it seemed new and different. Though he always made certain the female with him enjoyed herself, he was determined not to climax this time until he was positive Amy had enjoyed her own orgasm. Not that he was being unselfish. On the contrary, he was being extremely selfish, because he intended seeing this girl again, and the only way to make sure of it was to see to it she had an intense climax that was so overpowering, it would make her want to come i]".wn ivl luvikw. iuuuv 111x11 lCCl yvJUilg agdlll, and he knew that if there had been time, after he'd popped one load into her, he probably would have been able to grow another erection and shoot more of his sperm into her.
His thrusting organ continued ramming itself even deeper, sinking to the farthest part of her seething depths, and she was wildly bouncing, moving so madly he had to use his weight to keep her down in spite of the fact that he was hurled from side to side by the upward pressure of her breasts. His phallus was moving at the speed-of light now, and the Sweetness of her sucking cunt continued nursing madly at it. Her lovely body was moving, gyrating, continually spinning under the weight of his muscular body. As a cheerleader she had developed her muscles well, and as a result, she was extremely strong.
"I . . . UUUNNNGGGHHH . . . CAN FEEL IT . . . OHHHHH YESSSSS," she gasped, her voice almost a hushed whisper. "I CAN FEEL IT REALLY GOOD ..."
"Thatta girl!" Baker encouraged.
Then the lovely eighteen-year-old brunette felt the orgasm hit her with an overpowering suddenness, slamming into her with the strength of a maddening cyclone whirling through her innocently naked young body.
"OHHHH . . . HHAANNHHGGHH . . . WHAT'S HAPPENINNNNNG . . . OHHHHH . . . EEYYAAGGHHUUNNGGHH . . . COACH BAKERRRRR . . . YYYAAAIIIGGG-HHHAAAGGGHHH!" she screamed, the sound tearing uncontrollably from her throat.
Luckily the disco music coming from the juke box in the pool hall was so loud, it drowned out everything.
Sheer rapture had been the reason for her shouting as she did, making her lose all control of herself, and the manner in which she struggled served to arouse the basketball coach that much more, bringing his erotic senses to an even higher pitch. His_s^k3rcock, filled with sperm, aching to unleash its contents, felt ready to burst inside the tremblingly helpless girl. Jesus! This big-breasted chick was good for him and he had no intention of losing her. Hell! School had more than a half year to run, yet, and he intended getting as much of her nookie as possible.
"THATTA GIRRLLLL . . . AMYYYY ..." he gasped as she felt him drive his thick cock forward as it bloated so thickly she was able to feel its pressure inside her in spite of how widely she had distended because of her own orgasm. The flow was rising higher and higher, and then his cock seemed to explode inside her in a wash of sperm as the man bellowed, "YYYEEEAAAGGGHHH-UUUNNNGGGHHH!" He slammed his cock harder and harder into her with every spurt.
Floods of heavy seminal fluid poured into the narrow tightness of the lovely brunette's crushing muff for the first time in her life as the man's hips pistoned all the more madly. Amy was thrilled by the wonderfully heated splashing of the sticky fluid, the heat of it making her feel a security she had never previously known. Oh yes, yes, this was definitely heaven, and she wanted more of it. What was more she knew she would rzcve more 61 it.
Right now, she had the high school basketball coach. She had the feeling he was not through with her, yet. As a psychology major, she knew it took men awhile to get tired of women they enjoyed, and she had no doubt this man truly enjoyed her. He was still pumping even though she was aware of his penis starting to shrivel inside her.
When the attraction Of one palled for the other, Amy wasn't worried. Mentally, she was better-adjusted than most girls, and she knew she would be able to go from one cock to another. She also knew it was time for her to learn about contraception, and much as she liked all this, no man was going to touch her again until she was certain there would be no risk of her having babies.
The man seemed to echo her thoughts, for as he pulled out, he said, "It's time you learned about the Pill, honey. You liked all this and we both want more of it, so I suggest that you start finding out what to do to prevent babies."
"Yes, of course," she nodded, breathing more easily now that he was off her.
Ten minutes later, the two of them quietly went out the back door into the alley. They got into his car and drove off.
Chapter Eleven
Later that evening, after she had cleaned up the pool room and closed it for the evening, Rose Marie went to the little kitchen and found the casette recorder. It had automatically stopped when the end of the casette had been reached. She played it back, listening, smiling to herself, nodding.
She wasn't the kind to use the tape recording to blackmail the basketball coach. Listening to it assured her of the man's virility as well as his inner sexual wantonness. She was certain, from the sound of things, that he was the kind of man who would have been able to stay with a woman all night and make things interesting for her. The only question was, was he the kind of man who was willing to accept her, Rose Marie? First of all, she had to find out if he was attracted to her. Secondly, she had to find out if the attraction between them was something that would grow stronger. If so, she had to find out whether or not he would be able to accept the fact that she was basically promiscuous. Marriage, at this time, was so far distant into the future, she didn't dare think of it. But so far, she and Vern Baker seemed ideally suited to one another. It was as if she accepted his promiscuity, and hoped he would be able to accept hers. If so, the two of them would be able to eventually live together very happily. Certainly fidelity on her part to any one man was now out of the question, and from Baker's behavior, it was obvious he would never be able to remain faithful to any wife. Though the man was, as yet, unaware of it, mentally, at least, he and Rose Marie were ideally suited to one another. It was only a question of trying to make him aware of it.
All day long the following day, Friday, she wondered how she would be able to maneuver the man into sharing her bed for the weekend, but it was as if Fate had taken a hand in the proceedings. Before she had an opportunity to figure out how to get in touch with the basketball coach, he came to see her. It was at lunchtime, and some of the students who had a lunch period at that time were shooting a quick game of pool when Coach Baker, wearing his white shirt and the pants to his grey serge suit under his winter coat, walked into the pool hall.
Rose Marie was surprised to see him, but she was even more surprised when he walked over to her and said, "Can I speak with you privately?"
"Sure," she nodded.
She led him to the little room where he and Amy had fucked so delightfully the night before, knowing if the kids took any ice cream or sodas, they would leave the money on the counter. That was the kind of neighborhood this was, where people still trusted one another.
"What can I do for you?" she asked, once the door had been closed.
"You remember last night, when I took that girl home?" he asked.
"After you fucked her?" she said, taking him totally by surprise.
"How did you know?" he asked.
"Did you really think you would hide what you did by putting the soaked towel at the bottom of my linen bag?"
"All right," he nodded. "So you know what I did with the kid. I'll be truthful with you, only because I know if you repeat what I say, I'll deny it. I've fucked a lot of these high school cheerleaders, though she was the first virgin I had in a long time."
"I'm sure you didn't bring me in here to confess your sins to me," Rose Marie said to him.
"You're right," he nodded. "I'll be honest, I came to ask if you were willing to assist me in my so-called life of sin." "How?" she asked.
"This room," he told her. "It's the perfect meeting place. Hell! All the other times I had to take girls into the athletic supply room after school hours, and even though I wasn't worried about our being caught, there was always the faintest possible chance of someone stumbling in and finding out. Here, I know no one would find out. Hell! Even the girls wouldn't have to know this is the rear of the pool parlor. I'd drive right into the alley with them in my car, and they'd never know precisely where they were unless they happened to walk through the alley at another time. I'd come in through the back door with them, we'd do our thing, leave, and no one would know. Look, I'm not asking you to take this kind of risk for nothing. I'm willing to sort of rent this room ..."
"You must have a low opinion of me," Rose Marie snapped. "You really think I need money that badly that I would rent this room to you for your assignations?"
"What the hellV he shrugged, getting to his feet. "I figured it was worth a try. I'm looking to protect the reputation of the girls as much as my own."
"Tell you what I'll do," Rose Marie said to him. "I'll let you have the use of this room, but not for money. I want something else."
"Oh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Chapter Twelve
It was the most fantastic Saturday evening and Sunday morning Rose Marie had ever known. What was more, Vern Baker, who had sincerely believed Amy Wender was the ultimate female, discovered a woman who was superior to the high school cheer leader in every way. Rose Marie had more orgasms than she had been able to count, losing track somewhere after the twenty-fifth.
In the sixteen hours they spent together, from midnight Saturday, to four o'clock Sunday afternoon, even with the short periods of sleep in-between, Vern Baker had seven separate orgasms, and was so drained, he wondered if he would have the strength to get back to school the following day. As it was, he had just enough strength to shower and leave before Rose Marie opened the pool parlor at five p.m.
Baker admitted he had never before known a woman like Rose Marie, and having found her, he was in no hurry to lose her, just as he had no desire to lose Amy Wender. So it was agreed he would have the use of the back room on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons and/or evenings with any female he wished. By the same token he also agreed to "pay" for the use of the room by spending Saturday nights and Sundays with Rose Marie. The redheaded woman figured she would be able to muddle through Tuesdays and Thursdays without cock, since what she and Coach Baker did on the weekends was far more intensely satisfying than anything she had ever done with Norman Pell. She still had the three high school boys for Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights.
However, she was about to receive a sexual bonus that particular Sunday. It was one she didn't want, but she would have it, nevertheless.
Chapter Thirteen
Rose Marie's pool hall was located in a small town in Delaware. For the most part it was a nice town, but like ali towns it had its section where the underprivileged lived. Here, people lived by taking from, rather than giving to, society. They were poorly educated, not so much because the facilities were lacking, but because their parents had not been well-educated, and as a result had tried forcing them to go to work at an early age, as well. Too, there were those who hated school and had played hooky ever since the fifth or sixth grade. When they grew older, rather than trying to find work, or rather than being willing to accept a job commensurate with their skill, knowledge, and abilities, many of them found it easier to steal.
The underprivileged section in this particular town was still a true melting pot of people. Here, there were not only Hispanic and Black people, but a conglomeration of Whites who didn't give a damn. Their origins had long ago faded. They were no longer Jews, Italians, Irish, Polish, or anything else. Over the generations they had intermarried so many times, they were simply Americans who were not only uneducated, but unteachable.
It was in this section that street gangs still flourished among the teenagers. As the result of an unsuccessful busing program, many of the teenagers from this area had, for a short time, gone to Carver High School. When the busing program was finally dropped because it was obvious the teens just didn't give a damn and didn't want to learn, the one thing that stuck in the minds of one particular gang was the pool hall directly across the street from Carver High.
Jose Andujar was the leader of one of the streetgangs, and he remembered the pool hall very well, basically because Rosie, as everyone had called her, had once thrown him out. Jose was a tall and lanky boy, powerfully muscled, with an extremely handsome face which he used to seduce the sisters of rival gang members. He had long, stringy brown hair, a thin nose, piercing brown eyes, and cruel, thin lips set in an almost oblong face.
For a year after he and his gang had dropped out of high school, Jose had prowled his own section of Winton, which was the Delaware town in which he lived, but now, at the age of eighteen, he felt it was time he expanded his sphere of influence. Remembering the Irish Shamrock, he decided it was time he and three of his buddies paid the place a visit.
With him, he took Steve Yoder, one of those of indeterminate origin, who had brown hair like himself, though his skin was much whiter than that of Jose. He was as tall as Jose, but Steve was a follower, not a leader. He also brought Benny Hind, a Black member of his group who was short, light-skinned, and as a result, had been ostracised from a Black gang. Even now, Benny had to take insults from other boys, who constantly called him B. Hind. Last, but certainly not least, there was Gene Tunsten, a short, nasty looking boy known as the Gardener because he had a habit of chopping away at an opponent's hair as if he were mowing a lawn when he was in a fight with him.
The four of them headed for Rose Marie's pool hall, determined to see what fun they would be able to make for themselves.
Chapter Fourteen
Sundays usually started quietly for Rose Marie. When she opened, at five o'clock, fully sated from her romp with Vern Baker, she hadn't expected anyone to come in for at least an hour, perhaps two. Still, now and again some boys did come in, and she thought of her place as somewhere for them to go where they wouldn't really get into trouble.
Rose Marie was surprised that particular Sunday when, five minutes after she had opened the pool parlor, three women came in. It was rare enough that girls came in, especially without boys, but when grown women, in this case women from the well-to-do part of town, came in, she was really taken aback.
Rita Gless was a wife of a pillar of the community. At the age of forty-five, she was a daring, somewhat aggressive woman, who did what most of her friends considered unorthodox things. She was not a tall woman, only five-feet-two-inches in height, with dark-brown hair that didn't quite come to her shoulders. It was styled in a wave that was fashionable, accenting the strengths of her face. She was more of a handsome woman than a beautiful woman. Her nose was short, her eyes piercing, and her features almost sharp. She had a large bust for a woman of her height, and she didn't mind accenting it, even now, though she had to remove her heavy fur coat before one was able to appreciate the way her breasts pushed out her blue dress. She did wear a girdle though, not wanting to accentuate her rear, which, no matter how hard she tried, was too big to suit her.
With her was her twenty-three-year-old daughter, Sharon, who was studying to become a surgeon. Sharon's looks were less harsh than her mother's, and she was a beautiful woman. She was no taller than her mother, and her figure was similar to that of the older woman, except that Sharon had a slimmer rear that did not yet need girdling. It was obvious though, when she spoke, that if her face was softer than her mother's, her manners were definitely harder. Where Rita Gless behaved like a woman of quality, Sharon was slightly spoiled, acting as if she deserved everything she had coming to her.
With the two of them was Sharon's friend, Carol. Carol was a tiny brunette with a lot of hair that fluffed out wildly. Like Rita and Sharon, Carol was well-dressed, and she had a nice figure which, if not quite as large as that of the other two women, was at least ample.
"I've always wondered what it was about pool that fascinates my husband," Rita was saying to her daughter and Carol. "I think we should give it a try and find out what makes it so interesting."
"Oh mother," Sharon was saying. "This is so gauche. Why did we have to come to a place like this?"
"What's wrong with a place like this?" Rita asked. "It has a nice, friendly atmosphere, it's clean, and at the moment there is no one around to watch us and make fun of us. You know that if we had stayed home and tried using the table in the basement, your father would have come down and watched and made fun of me."
The three ladies plunked down their two dollars apiece, and Rose Marie led them to a pink-covered table in the rear, then selected cue sticks for them, showing them how to chalk the tips, explaining the rudimentaries of simple pool.
She was about to leave the ladies to their game, when the door opened, and Jose Adujar and his three friends walked in.
The tall Hispanic boy snapped his fingers, and Steve Yoder put the CLOSED sign on the door, while the other two boys pulled down the shades.
"Just what do you boys think you're doing?" Rose Marie snapped as she realized just who they were. She slowly edged toward the fountain, but Jose snapped his fingers at Gene Tunsten, who hurried behind the fountain and grabbed the bat.
"You don't pull that crap on me," Jose said, revealing that even if his parents had given him a Latin name, he spoke English without an accent. "Me and my boys came here for a little fun, and looking around, I see there are four of you broads, and four of us guys. So instead of shooting pool, I figure maybe we should have another kind of fun, if you get my meaning."
"How dare you!" Rita Gless snapped at him. "Just whom do you think you're addressing in such a manner?"
"You, is whom I'm addressing," Jose snapped.
He and the other three boys all picked up pool cues from the racks on the walls, and he approached the women.
"Wh-what are you going to do with that?" Sharon gasped.
"I'm gonna whip the shit outta the first dame what doesn't do just like I tell her," Jose laughed.
"Be careful," Rose Marie warned the other three women. "He's a nasty one. I had to throw him out of here more than once, and the last time I warned him not to come back here. For a year he had the good sense to listen, but it looks like he wants the police breathing down his neck."
"Shee-itttt! You ain't gonna tell nothin' to the cops, lady. You wanna know why? These three are only a small part of my gang. Anything happens to me, and the rest of my boys'il get the word from me. They'll come lookin' for all four of you dames, and they'll make you sorry you ever opened your mouths. Now you do as I say, and everyone's gonna have a ball, a real ball. You put up some kinda fight, I guarantee you pain."
"Come on," Rita said to the other women. "I think it's a good idea for us to leave at once."
"You ain't going nowhere," Jose snapped. "In fact, to make sure you don't try nuthin', all four of you dames get those clothes off. Do it now, or I'll start usin' this pool cue on you."
"I have no intention of undressing in front of you," Sharon snapped, staring straight back at the youth.
Smiling, he slammed the pool cue down on the table, only inches from her hand. Sharon instantly pulled her hand back, gasping.
"Next time I'll break a bone or two," Jose snapped. "Undress!"
"What is this?" Carol asked, terrified. "Why-are you doing this to us. We don*t know you, we never did anything to you. Why are you trying to hurt us?"
"It's simple," Jose laughed, and in front of them began undressing taking off his heavy jacket, then pulling off his shirt, revealing he wore no undershirt. "We don't wanna hurt no one. All we wanna do is have fun,"
He dropped his pants, letting the women see what he thought of as the biggest cock in town. In reality though it was large, Rose Marie had seen larger.
"What kind of place is this?" Rita Gless gasped.
"Don't blame the place," Rose Marie insisted. "These boys are what is termed undesirable elements. They don't belong around here, and have come here only to make life miserable for everyone else. They get their kicks dragging everyone else down to their level."
"If fuckin' is what you mean by our draggin' you down to our level, then yeah, we get a kick outta doin' things like that," Jose admitted. "Me and my boys," and he gestured toward the other three, who had also undressed, revealing the scars on their bodies from the numerous street brawls they had been in. They also revealed their various-sized erections, none of which quite compared to that of Jose Andujar.
"This is vile!" Carol gasped, shaking her full head of dark hair.
"Ladies, I'll give y'all less than one minute to do exactly as I say. Me and the boys got a hankerin' for high-class cunt, and the four of you are gonna supply it."
Sharon screamed and pulled away from her mother and Carol, terrified as she tried running around the other side of the table only to be stopped by Benny Hind who grabbed her and literally ripped her blouse from her body. When her hands went to cover her brassiere, he ripped her skirt down and off, then pulled on her panties, tearing them off as well, giving everyone a delightful look at her nubile pussy as he hurled her, kicking, on one of the tables.
"Now that is what I call prime cunt," Jose laughed, stepping a bit closer.
Rita Gless trembled but stepped in front of Jose, shielding her daughter somewhat, a look Of outraged expression on her face, saying, "If you don't get out of here immediately, my husband will spend every penny he has tracking you down, hanging you and your friends over an open fire, and roasting you slowly while cutting off your genitals. Now leave . . . immediately'!"
"No way," he laughed at her.
Turning to Rose Marie, she gasped, "What are we going to do?"
"Right now, nothing," Rose Marie replied. "Right now, they have the power."
"But surely they must realize that there are others more powerful than they who can cause them a great deal of harm . . ."
"They don't care," Rose Marie explained. "They live for the moment, not giving a damn about tomorrow, because for animals like these there often isn't any tomorrow. We can threaten them with revenge or even prove to them we aren't bluffing at a later date, but it won't do any good. They see life as a horrible experience that has to be borne, and so as long as they live and as long as they're free to do as they wish, they'll just go on making life constantly miserable for others, thinking that it will make up for their own misery. They don't think in terms of improving themselves. They don't want to improve themselves."
"Let's cut the crap!" Jose snapped, and reaching out, he grabbed Rita Gless's arm. "You just come along nice and peaceful and don't give me ho trouble, and you and that brat of yours won't get hurt, or for that matter any of these other bitches."
"Take your hands off me!" Rita snapped shrilly, and she slapped the boy's face, hard.
"You shouldn'ta done that, bitch!" Jose roared, and he hit the woman's face with his open palm so hard, she staggered back against the table behind her before falling to the floor. "You gotta learn, cunt, that like this redheaded cunt says, I'm the power right now, and when I give an order, I expect you'll do what / say."
Rita Gless sat on the floor, staring up at the smooth-skinned, naked, supercilious-looking boy who had hit her, too stunned to stop him when he reached down and ripped her dress right down the front. He tore the dress from her body, then ripped off her half slip, and when she struggled, he pulled her hair to quiet her while he yanked off her brassiere and panties, along with her pantyhose. Rose Marie saw the creamy nakedness of Rita's thighs, the weight in her buttocks, and the heaviness of her loins. She also saw the dark-brown triangle at the apex between the woman's thighs, and she noticed the way Jose was staring at the pink slash. His own naked shaft was jerking uncontrollably, and Rose Marie realized he was already mentally picturing the way he was going to ram his cock into that ladylike cove.
Jose glowered down at the helpless woman as he straddled her with his widely spread thighs. Leaning down, he reached for her hair with his hand, grabbed it, and dragged her high enough so he was able to slap her face with his bone-solid cock-very hard. He slapped her again and again.
Rita, now totally terrified, began screaming out loud, and terror so filled her, she looked ready to faint. Jose laughed, got a better grip on her hair, and he hauled her to her feet and hurled her onto the nearest billiard table. It was the table where the ladies had intended playing, and the billiard balls hurt Rita terribly as he slammed her back down against them. Jose took the time to roll the balls into the pockets, then he turned to his three friends and said, "I got this bitch! You guys take the other three."
Sharon was cowering away from Benny Hind, the light-skinned Black youth, her eyes wide with terror and shock as the youth gripped her arm and hauled her to her feet. Benny had been stepped on by too many of his own people, and as a result felt pity for no one. It was going to be a pleasure to do as Jose ordered. It wasn't very often that he managed to get his hands on any kind of girl. In fact, the last girl he had raped had been vastly under age, and she had been so terrified of what he had done to her, she had gone into a state of shock from which she still hadn't recovered.
"I don't mind hurtin' you, lady," he said to Sharon. "In fact, I get my kicks from hurtin' people. Nothing personal, you understand. I just get my kicks from causing pain."
Sharon screamed again and pulled away from him, her body falling against another pool table. She threw herself onto the table and rolled to the other side. Smiling, Benny reached out and managed to get a handful of her long, golden hair. He twisted, smiling. The girl shrieked again. Grimly ignoring her squeals of agony, ignoring her protesting pleas, the boy hauled the blonde-haired woman back onto the pool table while climbing on alongside her.
Rose Marie stared. This was another kind of sex. At first she had equated it with what Norman had originally done to her, but she soon realized it was totally different from her relationship with Norman. What the dentist had done with her had been so the two of them would indulge sexually for the pleasure of sex, itself. What these boys were doing had nothing to do with sexual pleasure. Oh there was sex involved, all right, but the pleasure came from the causing of pain rather than sexual contact.
Hands were touching her body, and she realized she was being undressed by Gene Tunsten, the nasty looking little youth with the sneer on his face. At the same time, Steve Yoder was standing in front of Carol, who was the only one undressing of her own volition. As a result, hers was the only clothing not torn.
"Get away from me!" Rita Gless was shrieking, trying to tear at Jose's eyes with her well-manicured fingernails.
The sight of the lovely, aristocratic-looking woman being treated with such harsh violence by the coarse, monstrous, slender animal known as Jose Andujar appalled Rose Marie, and it made her decide she would put in a silent alarm in the future to prevent anything like this happening again. Yet she had to admit, through her disgust at all that was happening, she felt a perverse sense of excitement. The tide of the excitement continued rising higher as she watched the woman continuing her struggle, kicking with her feet, trying to get a knee into Jose's groin, inadvertently opening her thighs as she did so, revealing the richness of the rose-colored gash splitting the brown thicket at their joining. ^
Rose Marie was totally naked herself, now. There was nothing for her to do other than to submit to what the horrible nasty looking youth wanted to do to her. She remained unmoving though, and he was having difficulty fitting a hand between her thighs, rubbing her vagina.
Rita noticed the way Rose Marie stood perfectly still, but she also noticed Rose Marie was perspiring, and it wasn't because of fear. Rose Marie was slowly but surely becoming excited, what with the way the one boy was rubbing her vagina, and the exciting sight of Rita Gless lying there on the table, trying to fend off Jose Andujar. Rita was aware that Rose Marie was staring between her thighs, and she said, "At a time like this, how can you stand there and simply look where you're looking? Fight back! Don't stare at me that way. It's horrible!"
"I can't help myself," Rose Marie replied, starting to breathe heavily, and it was true.
In spite of this being an exercise in pain rather than sex, simply because sexuality was involved to some degree, Rose Marie once again felt herself becoming erotically aroused. There was no way for her to control the endless, indiscriminate arousal charging through her, brought on initially by Norman Pell, then fostered and developed by what she had done with those three high school boys and the basketball coach.
Steve Yoder had walked with the naked Carol to the rear of the parlor, where he opened the door leading to the small bedroom with the huge bed inside.
"Hey, look at this!" he called out to the others, and he propelled Carol into the bedroom.
At that moment, Sharon turned her head and bit the soft, fleshy part of Benny Hind's hand between his thumb and forefinger. This only angered the Black youth that much more, rage surging through him causing his passion to mount, as well. He yanked his hand away from Sharon's mouth and used his other hand to slap the blonde woman again and again. Then he grabbed her two breasts, both as large as those of her mother, and he pulled on them, yanking and tugging on her nipples, twisting them until she cried out in pain.
Jose was fascinated by Steve Yoder's find, and grabbing Rita by the hair, pulled her off the pool table and dragged her across the floor to the little room. Her sore fanny was being bumped up and down as the youth dragged her. He especially enjoyed dragging her over the sill as he stared into the small room.
He saw the small closet off to one side, as well as the tiny bathroom off to the other side, but it was the huge bed that held his attention as Steve had already thrown Carol on it. Carol, who had never really fought back, was also strangely aroused by all this, and her hand was fondling Steve's cock, jerking it back and forth as he hovered directly over her.
"Hey, you almost started without us," Jose yelled out loud, and picking Rita Gless up bodily, he hurled her onto the bed next to the other couple.
Rita felt the breath whoosh out of her and she was unable to roll away when he leaped onto the bed after her, his slender body looking like some hairless simian as it floated through the air and came crashing down on top of her, keeping the wind knocked out of her.
"Now this is what I call action," Gene Tunsten snapped, dragging Rose Marie into the room, too.
Rose Marie realized the ugly youth with her was overheated. Though she was feeling herself building dire heat inside her, the last thing she wanted was to have this youth inside her, so she reached down and squeezed his huge, throbbing cock just once with her hand. That was all that was needed to set the youth off. He began shooting sperm all over her carpeting, cursing himself for not being able to hold back.
Rose Marie kept her hand on his cock, squeezing it tighter and tighter so that the boy's strength went with his sperm, and he fell to the floor, sapped of energy.
The doorway behind her was filled with the bodies of Sharon and Benny Hind, and she knew there was no way out of here, yet.
"Mother!" Sharon shrieked, as Jose reached out with one hand and began squeezing the fullness of Rita Gless's right breast. It was one of two white glacial monuments, the brown nipples upstanding, responding to touch even though she was trying to will herself to remain passive. There was only the faintest outward curve to Rita's soft belly now that she lay on the bed, and her legs, though a bit on the heavy side, were perfectly smooth, altogether a perfect setting for the hair-surrounded pinkness of her rich vaginal lips.
"Now, you guys," Jose called out to the others, "I want you to look at what a society cunt is like. That's what I call a really gorgeous pussy," he laughed, prying Rita's thighs wide apart, using his fingers to spread the hps of her glistening, shining inner flesh, bringing it to the full view of the others. "This is what comes of being rich, having lots of money, and being able to afford anything. You end up with a really classy, Up-smacking pussy, like this one."
Benny Hind pushed Rose Marie into the room in front of him as he dragged Sharon along with him. He pushed her until she was near the bed, and then Jose reached up, grabbed her arm, and pulled her down on her back so that her head just missed being kicked by the feet of Steve Yoder and Carol, who were already fucking wildly.
Jose grabbed Rose Marie by her red head of hair and pulled her down so that she was staring at the pussy between Rita's thighs.
"You just look real hard at that," Jose told her. "Look! This is one special cunt!"
Rose Marie looked. She found herself fascinated by the convoluted interior of the grossly exposed genitalia. She was able to very clearly see the exposed tip of the tiny clitoris, the puffy flare of the rich outer labia, the ribboned shape of the inner labia, and on into the rose-on-rose grotto that lay inside.
Jose bent his head and pressed his mouth to the wet cunt, and Rita Gless gasped out her protest as his facial whiskers, few, but nevertheless scratchy, rasped at her delicate flesh. Then the boy's reaching pulpy tongue was slurping up and down the dainty inner petals and plunging deep into the brown-thatched pit of femininely flooding passion.
Rose Marie, whose head was still tightly in Jose's grasp, was forced to watch, shivering at the sound of the slurping tongue as it continued moving up and down in the perfumed crevice. The sight of all this built such overpowering passion in her that her own vagina was once again throbbing with desire at the sight and sound of the youth performing this cunnilingus on the still-unwilling woman, Rita was squirming, trying hard to get away.
The nasty youth finally raised his head, winked at his friends, then turned to Rose Marie, and said, "You wanna know the difference between a cunt like you and a society pussy? Here, taste and see!"
This was a command, and she felt her face being forced down between Rita's thighs. She ought to have felt disgusted at this point, but she didn't. She was so aroused, the rich essences seeping from Rita's pussy filled her nostrils to the point where she let her tongue willingly leap out to sample the luscious feminine'cut.
Meanwhile, Benny had pinned Sharon to the floor, forcing her thighs open, and he was tasting this one's pussy. Sharon struggled for a moment, but after awhile, gave it up. She lay there, letting the boy's tongue wash through her cunt, responding, lifting and lowering her cunt up and down, up and down, in time to the way the tongue moved through her vagina.
Rose Marie was aware of the satin flesh of Rita's inner thighs surrounding her cheeks as her head pressed itself all the more firmly against the woman's pussy. She found herself dizzy with lustful excitement as her lips approached the ringlets of brown hair again, anxious for another taste.
"Ohyesss!" Rita gasped. "Not you! Please . . . please . . . don't let these horrible boys force you into doing this vile thing ... oh you poor woman ..." she gasped, unsuccessfully trying to break the grip Jose had on her body. "This is wrong," she gasped.
"You shut up!" Jose snapped at Rita. "I'm the one giving the orders around here," he told her, slapping her face so hard she must have seen stars. "I told this bitch to lick your cunt, and she's gonna lick it! Throw me outta her place huh! Well this'11 teach the damn cunt a real lesson!"
Rose Marie was trembling, and Jose thought she was shivering with fear, when the truth was, she was trembling with anticipation. Slaver filled her mouth and she had to swallow to keep herself from drooling. Lord! Sex, any kind of sex, whether it involved a male or a female, had her on an instant high.
"Hey, wait a minute," Benny Hind called out. "Let's have some real fun."
He got to his feet, hauling Sharon to her feet, and then he made Sharon lie down on the bed, pushing her body underneath that of the kneeling Rose Marie. Then he pushed down on Rose Marie's buttocks until the two furry cunt mounds came together.
Now Rose Marie was going totally out of her mind. Skyrocketing excitement was shooting through her as she stared at one cunt-that of the mother, while another cunt rubbed against her own-that of the daughter. The intimate touching added to what she stared at thrilled her beyond belief.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" Rita was gasping, but Rose Marie knew it was upbringing more than anything else that made her talk this way. The truth was, Rita wanted her cunt lapped some more, and her body really didn't care whose tongue it was.
"I'm sorry," Rose Marie said to Rita Gless, playing the game of propriety as best she was able, under the circumstances. "I'm afraid I really don't have very much choice at this point. I have to do what he says or he'll hurt the both of us. I'm sorry, but I'm not very brave when it comes to pain."
"It's wrong!" Rita gasped.
"Aaaaaah . . . you like it, and you know it!" Jose snapped. "Why don't you admit it, you cunt!"
"Never!" Rita gasped, and then she clenched her teeth tightly together, locking her jaws, as well.
Rose Marie's tongue licked out and touched the older woman's upstanding pink clitoris, circling it delicately as she had felt Vern Baker do it to her so often a few hours earlier. She barely sipped at the labia, her breath fluttering over the flesh, while at the same time her lower body scrubbed back and forth against the pelvis of Sharon, the daughter.
"Mother!" Sharon's cry was muffled somewhat by the weight of Jose's body, for the girl was lying beneath Rose Marie at such an angle, that Jose's belly was pressed against her mouth. "Oh mother!" Sharon sobbed. "Make them stop this horrible thing! They're rubbing her you-know-what against mine, and it's making me feel all kinds of funny things inside."
Jose smiled and pushed on Sharon so that she was lying with her head against her mother's ass, while Rose Marie still lay with her full length on top of the blonde woman. He forced Sharon's thighs wider apart, then pressed down on Rose Marie's ass, making sure the lips of the two womens' cunts rubbed. He even lowered his head and looked between Rose Marie's thighs, and made sure her labia were lined up perfectly with those of Sharon. At the same time Rose Marie's hungry mouth ate more of the tasty meat of the perfumed grove of the mother.
"UUUUUNNNNNHHHHH! AAAAANNNN-HHHHH! YESSSSSS!" Rita finally screamed at last. "YES, YES, YES, MORE ... I LOVE IT ... I WANT MORE . . . MORE . . . MORE ..." Her hand came down on Rose Marie's head and pushed the redhaired woman's face even deeper into her groin. Rose Marie continued hungrily enjoying the spicy saltiness and sweetness dripping from the older woman's slavering gash.
"That's enough!" Jose roared at Rose Marie. "I didn't tell you to eat until the bowl was empty! I just wanted you to take a taste, you bitch! You put your mouth on the cunt of the blonde bitch, now! This way, you'll not only taste her cunt, but you'll be able to taste your own," he laughed.
For a moment Rose Marie ignored him. She was too engrossed in what she was doing. Her inner lust was raging to the point where she was no longer able to think straight, otherwise she would have known better than to dare disobey Jose. The elegant, ladylike pussy was too delicious for her to relinquish, and her tongue continued to avidly probe into its depths.
Slam! The wicked right hand of Jose Andujar solidly hit the side of the lovely redhaired woman's head, knocking her against the legs of the solidly intertwined Carol and Steve Yoder. The man was now lying underneath Carol. He had grown tired of shagging his hard cock in and out of the lovely brunette's cunt, and since neither of them had climaxed, when he rolled over onto his back, Carol had climbed on top of him and had jammed his cock into her cunt. Then she had lain full length on him, pumping up and down, anxious to feel the orgasm overtake her. Later on, she would claim the boy had raped her humiliatingly, and the other women would back her up, but everyone there would know the truth.
Half stunned from the blow, Rose Marie lay on her side for the moment, looking at Carol's buttocks bouncing up and down on the groin of Steve Yoder. She saw the luxuriant growth of black hair all wet and dripping from Carol's cunt rubbing against the scrubby dark-brown hairs on Steve's groin, and that sight, combined with the frustration of having her mouth forcibly ejected from the sweet honeyed crack of Rita Gless, drove Rose Marie insane. With a little mewling sound, she rolled clear of Sharon and pushed her face between Carol's thighs from the rear, where she was able to tongue the hot cunt and the base of the cock at the same time.
"You seem to be forgettin' something," Jose Andujar said to her, his voice filled with menace. "I told you to suck off the blonde bitch while I get to fuck the old lady."
Reaching behind him, he grabbed Sharon by her long blonde hair and pulled her alongside her mother so both mother and daughter would be able to watch the degradation being heaped on them.
"Hey, what about me?" Benny Hind asked.
"You can fuck the redheaded bitch from behind while she licks the blonde's cunt," Jose snapped.
Rose Marie was about to climb on top of Sharon's groin when the blonde woman screamed, "Oh no! No! No!"
"You make too much noise," Jose said to her as he socked his cock into her mother's cunt. Rita gasped, thrilled with the feeling of the penis jammed inside her. She was oblivious to anything and everything other than the movement of the hard organ traversing the length and depth of her rich pink inner canal. "Benny, turn the blonde bitch around, make her lie face-up, with her feet near her mother's head."
Benny grabbed Sharon and turned her around. Then Jose motioned for Rose Marie to climb on top in a sixty-nine position.
"Hey yeah!" Benny laughed. "This way you can shut the blonde up!"
"N-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O . . ." Sharon screamed, but her. scream was cut off as Benny pushed Rose Marie's pussy against the blonde's face, while Jose jammed the redhead's face into Sharon's cunt.
Benny immediately got to his knees behind Rose Marie, using them to lock Sharon's head in place as he spit on his own cock, he slowly but surely eased it into the tightness of Rose Marie's narrow rectum. The pressure of the cock on top and inside her ass, forced Rose Marie to press her cunt all the more solidly against Sharon's mouth. As she suspected, Sharon's protesting had been a little too loud. She had protested not because she hated this, but because she was afraid her mother would see how much she loved this.
Rose Marie was staring down into the lovely pink opening between Sharon's thighs, licking her lips as she stared at the feast spread before her. The heavy musk of Sharon's juices blended with the aroma of Rita's fragrances, still clinging to her nostrils.
As she prepared to sink her face into Sharon's pussy, Rose Marie looked around her one more time. Rita Gless was still flat on her back, her face a mask of want and desire as Jose Andujar loomed over her with his huge cock engorged, swollen and ready. The skinny body of the youth, muscular as it was, didn't look human, but rather like a man-nikin as he hovered over the woman with his cock buried to the hilt in the depths of her tight cunt. He was already pumping his hard cock in and out, in and out.
At the same time, Carol was riding hell-for-leather on top of the upthrust penis of Steve Yoder. Carol's eyes were fogged with that far away look.
Sharon was licking and slurping like crazy, her tongue sinking into Rose Marie's delicious steamy pussy again and again. Her head thrashed from side to side as she licked, and her own heels dug into the mattress, causing her to lift her fulcrum and rub it against Rose Marie's chin. Looking down, Rose Marie saw the colorless liquid bubbling and oozing from Sharon's slit and knew the girl was already in the throes of a minor orgasm from merely eating her-Rose Marie's-pussy. As a result, the pink tissue inside Sharon's cunt turned a brighter, richer red, all of which added to the monumental lust filling Rose Marie.
Her mouth went straight down and she once again began sucking on the deiiciously bubbling pussy of the blonde woman. This made Sharon thrash even faster as her own tongue whipped through the thrilled cunt of the redheaded woman, building a rich froth, inside. The two women licked insatiably and uncontrollably.
For Rose Marie it was a fantastically erotic and thrilling sensation, and adding to it was the thrill of knowing another female was licking her cunt as she was licking that same woman's vagina.
In the meantime, the Black youth's penis was forcing itself into her asshole. It was a skinny penis and it moved in without too much strain. Rose Marie had become used to being anally fucked when Norman had started doing it to her, some years earlier.
"AAAAAIIIIIYYYYYEEEEEAAAAA-GGGGGHHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGG-HHHHHAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHAAAAA-RRRRRGGGGGHHHHHUUUUUAAAAA-WWWWW AAA AAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" a voice shrieked, and lifting her head, Rose Marie saw Rita Gless in the throes of an overpowering orgasm.
Jose Andujar didn't wait for her to finish her orgasm. He pulled his cock from her vaginal tunnel, slid up on her body, and shoved the penis down her throat. Rita, who had never done anything like this at all for her husband, wondered why she liked it so much the moment the penis entered her mouth. She began sucking avidly, hungrily, anxiously, pulling, slurping noisily and thirstily aching to feel the boy's seed inundate her mouth.
In her state of hypersexuality, Rose Marie was suddenly jealous of Rita. Not only that, but she was jealous of Carol, as well. She wanted the two penises invading the other women in the remaining two orifices of her body. What was more, she wanted the two other women stretched out in front of her so she would be able to take turns licking their cunts while lapping at that of Sharon.
A shuddering, quaking violence beneath her told Rose Marie Sharon was in the throes of her own orgasm. Because Rose Marie's cunt was so tightly plastered to the mouth of the lovely blonde, she was unable to audibly scream. Rose Marie scrubbed her clitoris back and forth against the upstanding little extension of the other woman's flattened tongue. Shuddering thrills charged through her repeatedly, and her body began violently bucking and quaking and quivering.
"AAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYY . . . CCCCC-AAAAARRRRRAMMMMMBAAAAAA . . . YYYYYAAAAGGGHHHHAAAAAGGGGG-HHHHHUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHHH . . . CARRRRRRAJJJJJJJO . . . CONIO . . ." Jose screamed, and he began firing his sperm down Rita's throat.
The older woman gulped, drinking as if it were the nectar of the gods, thirsty beyond measure, unable to get enough of the heady white fluid shooting repeatedly from the throbbing cock.
Carol lay on top of Steve Yoder, her mouth pressed to his, so it was impossible to hear either of them climax, but Rose Marie saw both their bodies spasm and tighten,, and then the white flow was leaking from Carol's cunt, dripping down onto Steve's groin, dripping onto the covers, as well.
Hot fluid suddenly blasted through her own rectal tunnel as the mean-faced youth behind her silently gave vent to his own orgasm. He fired repeatedly, filling her asshole to overflowing so that the fluid dripped out, down her crack, along her vaginal split, where the climaxing Sharon sucked it all up and loved every bit of it.
Then it was Rose Marie's turn. She was about to achieve her own satisfaction when the rear door flew open and Vern Baker came charging into the room.
What followed was nearly a massacre.
Chapter Fifteen
It was evening now, and the billiard parlor was closed for the rest of the night. Rose Marie and Vern were at Vern's apartment. This was really something as far as Rose Marie was concerned. He had not only given her his home address, but he had brought her there.
The two of them were on the floor in front of an artificial fireplace, and there were cushions propping them up. Vern's arm was around Rose Marie's shoulder, and she was resting quietly.
"What made you come there?" she asked.
"I wanted to be with you," he replied. "I know it sounds crazy. I've never felt this way about any other woman. I'm not gonna kid you and tell you you're going to be the only woman in the world for me. I couldn't be monogamous if I tried."
"Nor I," she agreed.
"I saw the CLOSED sign on the front, and I wondered why you were closed at that time of day, so I went around to the rear. After all, you did give me a key. Well, when I let myself in, I saw what was going on and I recognized those punks right away. I knew damn well there was no way you and those women would have willingly been involved with them, so I took it from there."
"Mrs. Gless, her daughter, and her daughter's friend are all pressing charges," Rose Marie said. "So I guess those boys will he put away for a long, long time to come."
"You know, in a way it serves the women right. That's what they get for slumming."
"Slumming? I'll have you know there's nothing slumlike about my pool hall."
"You know what I mean," he told her.
"Well I have news for you," Rose Marie said to him. "Those women all saw how virile you were, beating the blazes out of the four boys, and they were very impressed by you. It seems that in spite of being forced, all three of them had one heck of a time. They want more, only they want it discreetly. They asked if I knew anyone who might be willing to service them."
"Not one of them would be able to last and you know it," Vera told her, laughing.
"They want you to take on all three at once."
"Now that sounds very interesting," Vern admitted.
"I agreed to let them come back next Sunday on the condition that you let me join in, as well."
"You mean you were turned on by what you did?" he asked.
"Let me put it this way, Vern," she said to him. "I'm highly over-sexed. I get turned on by any sexual activity involving human beings, male or female."
"Yeah," he nodded. "I know what you mean, except that I still can't get turned onto a male."
"Good!" she nodded. "This way you can leave all the males for me. You know, even though we have no strings on one another, don't you think it would be fun if we indulged in menages now and again."
"Well you said you wanted me to handle you with three other women this coming Sunday."
"I'd like to have you fuck me while another man is also with me," she told him. "You don't have to do anything with him. But the two of you can do things with me."
"That doesn't sound too unreasonable," he admitted. "But there'll still be times when each of us will be allowed to freely indulge in sex without the other joining in, right?"
"Hey, I'm for anything that doesn't involve bestiality, scatology, B and D, S and M, water sports, or necrophilia."
"I think you and I are going to have a long, happy future together," Vern Baker said, kissing her.
"You know" she told him. "You broke in just as I was about to have my own orgasm. Don't you think it would be nice if you did something for me? I mean, you don't want me going to bed frustrated tonight, do you."
"That," he said, kissing her solidly, "would never do."
