This is the story of how a young, beautiful woman tries to use her body to further her career. Innocent and shy, up until her unforgettable adventure, she knows nothing of the violent sexual impulses that seethe within men and, surprisingly, within herself as well.
The scheme which irrevocably alters her life involves the editor of her school paper, for which she is a reporter, her lover, a professor at Westfield College, and several members of the college football team.
Unused to the ways of the world, she discovers that by enticing men with her voluptuous body, she can further her own career. Impressed by her newfound power over men, who act like small boys when faced with the chance of lewdly caressing her enticing form, she overextends herself, and loses control of the events she has set in motion.
In the end, she discovers a deep-seated sexuality that she never suspected, though she pays for this discovery with the loss of her lover, future career and respect.
CHAPTER ONE
"May I escort you home, Miss Dawson?" said the handsome, but rather stuffy middle-aged man to the beautiful blonde as he opened the front door of Hopkins Hall for her.
"Why thank you, Professor Beauchamp," replied Jennifer Dawson, trying to sound as straightforward and unconcerned as possible, in case someone should overhear the two lovers talking. How ridiculous this charade was, Jennifer thought, as Professor Beauchamp delicately offered his arm for her to lean on, when she knew he couldn't wait to get her alone and tear the clothes from her lush, firm body. But she realized that if the administration ever found out that a certain distinguished psychology professor was having an affair with a 19-year-old student of his, they would both be thrown out of Westfield College. So she hid her rising passion beneath an exterior as purposeful and staid as her escort's.
In the warm spring dusk, they walked down the red-brick path which wound through the verdant campus toward her apartment. It was lined with magnolia trees, and their overpowering sweetness made Jennifer's head swim. She took a deep breath; her trim, athletic figure swelled with life and passion. As she inhaled a deep draft of air, her large breasts pushed apart the front of her blazer and strained playfully at the thin sweater which barely contained them.
Professor Beauchamp couldn't help noticing the inviting mounds lightly bouncing only inches from his arm. It took all his intellect and willpower to keep his hands from sliding under the bulging sweater and lewdly fondling her breasts. But he contained himself, careful not to let their bodies touch, even with the most innocent-looking jostle in the deepening twilight. What if someone should see them! The eager lovers walked faster as they spied the lights of Jennifer's building shining at the mouth of the tunnel-like path.
The couple came to a halt at the curb of Crompton Drive, which encircled the campus, separating the school from the rest of the city, and across which stood the three-story garden apartment where Jennifer lived. Awkwardly, Jennifer let go of Professor Beauchamp's arm and said, "Well, good night, Professor Beauchamp," as they performed their fake parting for at least the tenth time since they began seeing each other several weeks before.
"Good night, Miss Dawson," replied Professor Beauchamp. For a second their eyes met and, almost involuntarily, Jennifer moved forward to kiss him. But the Professor quickly stepped back, stuck his pipe in his mouth and nodded toward the front entrance of the apartment building. "Good night," he said severely, his strong, high-cheekboned face frowning, and he walked across the street and disappeared into the shadows at the side of the building.
"Good night, Professor," Jennifer said plaintively. She crossed the street and walked into the main foyer, a bit apprehensive of the scolding she knew was coming, because she had forgotten herself for a moment and almost kissed the man she loved in public.
Why does it have to be like this, Jennifer thought. So he's 47 and I'm only 19; so he's a distinguished professor and I'm only a sophomore college student who works in his lab; does that mean we're not human beings, that we couldn't, or shouldn't fall in love? Jennifer pursed her moist, tender lips as she cursed society's constraints on her way to the back door to let her lover in.
She opened the door and he was standing there waiting for her. He was so handsome, so distinguished, she thought. He was six-feet tall, but his stylishly tailored sport jacket and slacks accentuated his leanness and made him seem even taller. His reddish-brown hair fell just over the top of his ears and would have made him look boyish, if his years of scholarly training hadn't shown so in his lined face. He pointed the stem of his pipe at Jennifer and said, "You know, you must try to control...."
But before he could finish his reproach, Jennifer took one of his large, smooth hands in her own and kissed it. "Let's not argue Phillip. Let's go upstairs." They walked up the deserted stairwell to Jennifer's apartment.
As Jennifer slipped off her blazer, Phillip came up behind her and cupped his hands over her luscious breasts. "Mmmmmmmm, I've been wanting to do that all day," he said fondly. Jennifer let him squeeze them for a while, then turned to face him. She was still upset over having to be so secretive. She was not sophisticated, or learned in the ways of the world, as she knew Phillip to be.
"It's just unfair..." she cuddled closer into Phillip's arms, feeling the lust in his hard body rise as her firm, succulent breasts, their nipples tingling as they hardened themselves, crushed into his chest.
Phillip was concerned with Jennifer's attitude. Her was having second thoughts over whether he should have gotten involved with a girl who might lose control of her emotions and cost him his job and reputation. But he honestly cared for her, and, fed up with the bitchy know-it-alls he'd been involved with in the past, he found her youthful sincerity very appealing, as much as her silky gold hair and curvaceous figure. He thought he might actually be falling in love with her, even though she was a bit repressed when it came to sex.
She was not much good in bed yet, despite her gorgeous looks, but Phillip knew that she was still scared a bit by the idea of making love to a man to whom she was not married. If they were engaged-the idea had crossed his mind-perhaps she would loosen up. But, as of now, he realized that she felt too much like a kept woman and her conscience was bothering her.
"Come on, honey," he slipped his arms tightly around her slender waist. He could feel the taut muscles of her back quiver with repressed desire.
She grinned at him warmly, making a deliberate effort to relax her body as his hands crept under her sweater and roughly massaged the hot, succulent swells of her breasts.
Jennifer looked into her lover's burning eyes as he massaged her, letting a soft moan escape from her lips as he rolled her pebble-like nipples in his palms. Jennifer truly enjoyed this foreplay, and frequently daydreamed of Phillip caressing her breasts, thighs and stomach, but she still felt nervous about making love.
Neither of them had ever mentioned the delicate topic of Jennifer's coldness, even though it was obvious that when it came to culminating their sexual passion it was usually more or less a one-sided affair. Jennifer admired Phillip's intelligence, drive and confidence, and she believed that she really loved him. So if it made him happy to have her in bed, that was okay with her; but, she still could not help feeling guilty. What would her mother say if she found her baby daughter making love with a man old enough to be her father? But Phillip was gentle with her and understanding, so that she found his lovemaking mildly pleasant at times. Passion, maybe, would come later, perhaps after she could be sure where their relationship was headed.
Jennifer's thoughts were distracted when she felt Phillip's fingers sliding up the side of her body, bunching her sweater under her armpits. Phillip almost drooled at the sight of the swollen breasts swaying lewdly in front of him; he stared at her hard, thimble-sized nipples that beckoned to his lips. But Jennifer quickly pulled her sweater down and broke away from him for a moment to close the drapes on the window that looked out onto Crompton Drive. The street was deserted, the apartment was in a residential part of town and most people were already home at this time, but somehow undressing in front of an open window made her nervous; she also preferred making love in the dark, pitch dark if possible. Jennifer was old enough to realize the effect her splendidly voluptuous body had upon men, but it embarrassed her so much that she often wished nature had not been quite so generous in endowing her with such high set, protuberant breasts that attracted too much unwanted attention.
Furthermore, she preferred to undress herself. Phillip was very gentle, and she knew it gave him great pleasure to undress her, but she just couldn't get used to the idea of being undressed by a man. Phillip came up behind her as she stepped out of her panties, having modestly turned her back on him, even in the subdued light, as she shyly, yet with unconscious eroticism, removed her clothing. Phillip was already naked as she moved toward him in the darkness. She shuddered at the throbbing warm hardness of his penis pressing into the tautly smooth flesh of her stomach. He cupped his hands and slid them over her rounded buttocks and squeezed the luscious cheeks.
Sometimes Phillip liked to experiment in bed, trying out new positions, different arrangements of their bodies, and she silently hoped he was not in the mood for anything new tonight. The last time they had been in bed together, he had dropped between her legs on all fours like an animal and tried to plant his wet, hungering lips on the tempting blonde tufts of pubic hair that sprouted tantalizingly from the mound between her legs. Jennifer had practically cried with fright, and pulled away from him abruptly, begging him not to do anything like that again. Jennifer wanted to please him, to give him as much pleasure as her curving, soft body was capable of, but at times she just could not overcome her inhibitions.
But tonight the professor was too lust-filled to bother with anything but normal sexual procedures, and he pulled her over onto the bed, crawling quickly on top of her as she obediently spread her smoothly tapering legs to receive him. For a long time he caressed her, gently stroking her swelling pubic mound as he sucked on her full breasts. Jennifer felt a mildly warm sensation starting up between her legs. His hands swept gently and respectfully over the high lush mounds of her breasts, and she noticed that her large nipples hardened and sent out pleasing shock waves of sensation as Phillip tweaked them. It was the first time this had happened to her, this pleasing, occasionally intense, feeling of pleasure from being caressed, and she wondered vaguely if this meant that things were going to be different from now on. It felt good, and experimentally, she touched herself, feeling the smooth yielding flesh of her breast and then the tough, yet tender, knob of flesh on top.
Phillip said little as he caressed her warm, voluptuous young body, totally lost in the intoxicating touch of her incredibly provocative curves, and it pleased Jennifer to know that there was something about her which could excite him so.
"Don't hurt me," Jennifer implored quietly, feeling the hot, pole-like shaft of his cock probing up between her legs for the narrow, tight opening of her little-used pussy.
"Don't worry," he replied, and for a moment she thought she detected a trace of bitterness in his voice. She knew she was not frigid, but it was becoming increasingly clear to both of them that she was no ball of fire in bed either, and perhaps, she thought nervously, Phillip was getting impatient for her to warm up. Jennifer made a determined effort again to relax her body, deliberately spreading her long, smooth legs farther apart in order to give him as much access as possible to the interior of her body, feeling his rigidly searching cock inch its way up between the moist, hair-covered layers of flesh which guarded the entrance to her vagina. The professor pushed his thick, rigid penis into her tight little cunt as she squirmed slightly, feeling the usual amount of discomfort as the width of his organ stretched the almost virginally-tight opening between her legs. Somehow, as often as she and Phillip had done this, she never quite got used to the sensation, although it was getting progressively easier for him to force his way up into her belly.
"Ooooooohhhhhh," she moaned slightly as her hard-bodied lover pushed forward one last time, the bulging, inflamed tip of his cock plunging all the way home until she could feel the soft spheres of his sperm-laden balls bouncing against the sensitively smooth inner surfaces of her thighs. Phillip held still for a moment, giving her inexperienced body time to accustom itself to this impalement, and then he began moving gently back and forth, feeling the lush succulent contours of her body slowly relaxing and yielding beneath him to his steady strokes. Whenever they made love, Jennifer seemed to pass through a responsive, loving mood and then, each time, Phillip would think that perhaps this would be the time when her body would catch fire and they could climax together. But somehow it never happened. She always seemed to catch herself-was she ashamed of enjoying herself, Phillip wondered-before she reached her boiling point.
Tonight it was no different. Phillip was an experienced man of the world, he had made love to more women than he could remember, and he considered himself a knowledgeably tender taskmaster in the bedroom, but he just couldn't get Jennifer to respond to him the way so many other women had. He knew the joyous ecstasy men and women were capable of experiencing in bed, and he wanted to share this supremely sensual experience with Jennifer, and the idea that he was not able to turn her on frustrated him enormously. Was he losing his touch, or was she just plain cold? In every other way she would make the perfect companion: she was child-like in her honesty, yet intelligent; serious about her goals in life, yet carefree; and her appearance was so lust-provoking and sensual that it was insane for her to turn out to be an iceberg in the bedroom. Damn, he thought, I might as well get it over as soon as possible. Phillip increased his rhythmic probing into her wetly clasping vagina.
"Oh, darling," she purred, wrapping her arms softly around his neck as he furiously fucked in and out like a madman, feeling his own release growing closer and closer. Her lips were burrowing warmly into his neck while she panted heavily for a moment. Phillip thought that they had finally turned the corner and she would climax with him. He put every muscle in his hard, lean squirming body into it, trying to make this the fuck that would finally do the trick, that would break through her mental hymen, and slowly he felt her legs creeping up on either side of his straining thighs, as if she were using her legs to urge him on, to screw her deeper and harder.
But no! It was not to be. For a moment Phillip had been able to deceive himself, but, as he felt the familiar searing heat from his genitals rise up between his legs, he realized that Jennifer was not really losing herself in passion. She loved him and had gone through the drill of behaving the way she thought a wildly aroused woman would behave. Her pleasing mewls for more, the enticing circling motion she made with her hips, the pleasing trails of wet warmth she made on his pulsing neck with her tongue were just part of an award-winning act. She was not really losing herself in the pistoning plunges of her lover, or probably even enjoying herself. It was all part of performance. Phillip mentally thanked her for the effort, but somehow it was not the same as the real thing, and they both knew it.
It hit him hard, as it always did, and he could feel his long, rigidly pulsating cock expand as the sperm began its wild rush up his bloated rod and into her narrow cuntal channel. His balls ached, and his blood-engorged penis jerked mightily inside her as it spewed out its hot payload.
"Oh yes, yes, yes," Jennifer groaned as she felt him explode inside her. Jennifer genuinely like this moment, though she couldn't be sure if it was the sensation of her stomach being pumped full of hot liquid, or the thought of their lovemaking, her duty, being almost over. But, regardless, this moment gave her more pleasure than any other stage of lovemaking. Her experience with men was limited, and she was not entirely sure precisely how much more there was to fucking than what she had experienced with Phillip. Phillip groaned as he felt his hotly ejaculating cock slowly begin to deflate, and he laid his head upon the soft, wet cushions of her breasts. He gently tugged out his cock from her clasping cunt with a slight jerk of his hips and let it lie against the side of her leg. The partially satisfied couple lay there in the dark, listening to the clock tick in the darkness.
CHAPTER TWO
The day was already hot and muggy as Jennifer stepped out of the front door into the shining morning sunlight. Her fresh clothes were wilting quickly, sticking uncomfortably to her body and heightening her cranky mood. She was upset with herself for not letting Phillip please her last night; she knew he saw through her fake orgasms, and that it hurt his male ego when his penis failed to drive her to the limits of pleasure. She wondered if she were destined to become a frigid old maid. But despite the failure of the evening before, Jennifer loved waking up in her lover's arms, and could have lazed in bed for the rest of the day with him, but there was schoolwork to do, and so, cursing Wednesday because it wasn't Saturday or Sunday, she freed herself from Phillip's imploring arms and left. He tried every trick he knew to make her stay: He caressed her breasts, rousing her large, reddened nipples into tingling buds; he following her into the bathroom and ground his rock-like penis into her bare buttocks as she tried to comb her hair; but though Jennifer found his sensuous ministrations arousing, she had an appointment this morning with her boss at the school paper-he said it was something important-so she playfully kissed Phillip on the lips, allowed him to passionately massage her breasts through her tight T-shirt at the door, and headed for the offices of the Daily Reporter in the student union building.
The student union was a two-story modern looking structure in the center of campus. Jennifer pulled open the glass door on the side of the building, and entered the Daily Reporter's newsroom, a barely furnished room filled with two-dozen desks with typewriters on them; the walls were covered with the graffiti of countless generations of newspaper staff. At one end of the room was a glass partition which formed one wall of the editor's office. It was still early in the day, none of the staff was in yet, but Jennifer could hear Stanley Jarret, the editor, tentatively pecking at his typewriter. Jennifer tapped on the glass partition.
"Hello, Stanley," said Jennifer in what she considered a business-like tone. "Remember, you said you wanted to see me."
"Yes, I remember," said Stanley in his usual brisk manner. He had dark curly hair which was quickly falling out and had a short-he was an inch or two shorter than Jennifer's 5'8" height-chubby body. He was wearing dungarees and his usual dirty polo shirt.
"Have a seat, Jennifer."
Jennifer pulled a wooden stool over to his desk and sat down. "I'm really anxious to find out what you have in mind," she said. "I can't imagine what sort of an assignment it could be, after all, I'm only a sophomore reporter."
"Well, it's something big," said Stanley, idly playing with the keys on his old Underwood typewriter. He looked at the typewriter, rather than at Jennifer, who was attentively looking at his face, or actually the top of his head, with her bright green eyes. Despite his gruff manner, she could tell that he was shy. "I hope you don't think I lured you here so early in the morning to make a pass at you," he said trying to make a joke.
Jennifer smiled pleasantly. "No I don't think that, Stanley. It never crossed my mind." She thought he was cute, though she would never have had the nerve to tell him so.
"What I have in mind is an investigative story that could make you famous." Jennifer edged closer. Stanley couldn't help noticing her enticing breasts, their pleasing contours blatantly discernible under her thin cotton shirt, as she bent toward him. But he forced himself not to stare, and quickly recovered his train of thought. "You've heard about the wild goings on at the football team's dormitory. We've run a few stories about it in the paper-for which, by the way, the coach had us reprimanded by the school's president-but they've only scratched the surface."
"So where do I come in?" asked Jennifer. "I've never been to a Westfield game and I barely know what a football looks like."
"I'll get to you in a second, just hang on. Now, if we really want to get the goods on the football team, and expose the cover-up which I believe has protected several players from criminal charges, we're going to have to catch them with their pants down, and document it."
Jennifer's eyes widened a bit as she sensed some sort of sleazy plot in which she'd be the bait. "So?" said Jennifer.
"So," said Stanley, "I want you to infiltrate the football team. It's a great opportunity for you. I know you're a hard worker and think that if you just got a chance to prove yourself you could be a fine reporter, maybe even editor when you're a senior. Sooo, here's your chance."
"What will I have to do?" asked Jennifer as she nervously picked at a long wisp of blonde hair stuck to her forehead, which was beaded with perspiration.
Stanley leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands behind his neck, and, for the first time looked directly into Jennifer's large, sparkling green eyes. "I want you to get to know the team's first-string quarterback, Kevin Spencer; he's the team's leader, both on and off the field, if you know what I mean."
"And you want me to have an affair with him and write about it in the paper?" Jennifer asked angrily.
"Don't be stupid," said Stanley. "Look, the reason you were picked for the job is not just because you're good-looking. I also know that you're working in Professor Beauchamp's laboratory."
"I don't see what that has to do with anything," Jennifer said as she felt her face flush slightly. She hoped Stanley didn't notice.
"What that has to do with," Stanley said, leaning forward in his chair and jabbing at his typewriter with a red pencil, "is getting the documentation we need. I took a class with Beauchamp, and I recall that he has a special lab room that's furnished like an apartment, and he uses it for studying people in normal social settings, or whatever it is he said. I also remember him telling me that one of the mirrors in the living room is two-way. He can sit in a room next door and watch what's going on through the mirror! Your job will be to lure the football team to that room for a wild party. We'll have a photographer in the room next door taking pictures."
"And how am I supposed to get the team there?" Jennifer asked.
"Look, I can't tell you everything," said Stanley. "Now, I think this is a damn good plan. Here's all you have to do: Act a little flirty with the team's student manager, Skip Bailey, and tell him that you'd like to meet everybody's all-American, whom we all love and admire, Kevin Spencer." Jennifer sensed more than a trace of irony and jealousy in Stanley's voice. He went on, "I think that'd be the easiest way to meet him since I think the only class he attends is an advanced seminar on suntanning. If you can convince Spencer to come to a party at Beauchamp's laboratory, the rest of the team is sure to follow. You won't have to do anything else. I'm sure their natural instincts will take over and provide us with more than enough story."
That was what Jennifer was worried about, becoming an object of the football team's insatiable, legendary natural instincts.
"So, what do you say?"
"I don't know. It sounds a little bit risky to me." said Jennifer.
"Oh, come on. A girl like you can take care of herself. You'll be able to lead Spencer around by the nose." Stanley assumed that a girl as gorgeous as Jennifer had been fucked more times than she could remember and knew how to handle any man.
"Well, it certainly would make a big splash. And it would be my byline on the story, right?" Jennifer said.
"Of course," Stanley said, as he pushed his chair back and rose. "Then it's settled." Jennifer stood up and Stanley walked her to the door.
"If I'm not mistaken, I think Skip Bailey should be hanging out at the physical education director's office about now. Why don't you have a chat with him."
"Okay," replied Jennifer as she walked out of the building and headed for the gym. "I'll try my best."
Stanley stood in the doorway watching Jennifer's tight, curving ass sway from side to side as she walked away from him. He felt his penis harden as he traced with his eyes the outline of her panties showing through the worn, hip-hugging dungarees.
* * *
"So you want to meet Kevin Spencer?" Skip Bailey said drumming his fingers on the training table. Jennifer had eventually tracked him down through the physical education office to this secluded basement corner office. The room smelled from sweat and liniment, and the heavy, hot and noiseless air made Jennifer uneasy.
"Yes, please," Jennifer said sweetly.
"So what do you want from me?"
"Well, uhhhhh, I'm really kind of shy, and I wouldn't know how to go about introducing myself to a celebrity," Jennifer said.
Bailey leered at her breasts as he tugged at the hem of her sweat-soaked T-shirt. "I think you've got the right idea in wearing this shirt."
Normally Jennifer would have slapped his face, but instead she said, "Oh, do you think I have a nice body?"
Bailey got up from his seat, moved even closer to Jennifer and gave her curvaceous form a long, slow perusal. Jennifer blushed slightly as she noticed her large nipples blatantly thrusting through her shirt. "Yeah," Baily replied, "you've got a real great set of tits, and from what I can tell your ass ain't too bad either."
Jennifer controlled her anger at being sized up like so much meat; she had to cultivate the team manager's confidence if she wanted to get anywhere with Kevin Spencer. She couldn't help sizing up Bailey, herself: He was about an inch shorter than she with long, stringy dark hair, and a very muscular build; he also had a slight case of acne.
"So, do you think you could introduce me to Kevin
Spencer?" Jennifer asked sweetly.
"Sure," Baily said, his face only an inch from Jennifer's, his bulging arms twitching with nervous excitement. "But since I'm doing a favor for you, how about doing me a favor."
"Sure. What?" Jennifer asked innocently.
Bailey said nothing, but gently closed the door to the training room, turned the lock, and then pressed against Jennifer from behind. His lecherous hands snaked through her arms to squeeze the full, tempting mounds of her breasts, and his loins pressed urgently into her buttocks so that she could feel the hard rigid flesh of his penis, already stiffening beneath his dungaree shorts.
Jennifer almost fainted but quickly caught herself, and, in a split-second, decided not to scream, or cry, but to continue to play the part. She wondered, though, how far she had to let this lewd sex-play go in order to make it convincing and get what she wanted. "Wait a second, please," Jennifer said hurriedly.
But Bailey ignored her plea, his hands continuing to squeeze and massage her creamy succulent breasts through the sweat-drenched T-shirt. Bailey pushed her against the edge of the leather training table, his hot groin rubbing against her pelvis.
Slowly, taking lewd delight in every successive inch of bare skin that was revealed to his burning eyes, Bailey pulled the wet T-shirt up over
Jennifer's ample, jiggling breasts, leaving it rolled and caught under her armpits as he fondled the full, rich mounds.
"Hey, babe, those are the nicest tits I've seen in a long time," he murmured. Jennifer tried to pull away, but Bailey stepped in front of her and she realized that she had to let him touch her, at least a little, since it would ruin everything if she got too goody goody at this stage of the game. As he pulled her wet shirt over her head, he pinned her once again against the training table; the edge dug into Jennifer's back. His fingers played with the large, swollen nipples of her breasts. A shiver ran through Jennifer's inexperienced and now half-naked body. Bailey looked up from her breasts and said, "Come on honey, ease up a bit. I know what you want to meet Spencer for, the same reason as all the others, so loosen up!" Bailey looked deep into her eyes. "How about a little French, huh?"
"No," said Jennifer, "I'm not that type of girl." The young girl had no idea what he meant by "a little French."
Bailey reached his hands down over her glistening, taut abdomen and pulled down the zipper on her pants. Jennifer tried to grab hold of his large, muscular hands and keep him from completely undressing her. She was growing anxious, afraid now for her safety if she tried to deny Bailey anything. Bailey was not sweet and gentle, like
Phillip, but a lustful, sex-crazed animal. Jennifer realized now she should have devised some sort of plan, rather than relying solely on her underdeveloped feminine wiles.
"Tell you what, babe," Bailey said as he licked her swollen nipples playfully with his lizard-like tongue, "why don't I show you how Spencer-likes to do it?" Jennifer tried to wriggle free again, but Bailey only tightened his grip on her hot body. He tried to engage her in small talk, asking her how many guys she'd been with.
Jennifer realized he was trying to distract her with this vile conversation, and she tried to repress a flinch as he used the word "fuck", but the stocky, muscular young man was out-maneuvering her at every turn. She felt the zipper on her pants hit bottom, and, the next thing she knew, her shorts were sliding down her thighs, knees and calves and flopped onto the floor. She was now standing in front of this stranger in nothing more than a brief, frail pair of white nylon panties.
Bailey stepped back for a second to admire the erotic beauty of her round, firm, defenseless form. He lewdly eyed the small mound between her legs that pushed at the thin panties. He pushed her harder against the leather table till she was almost bent over backwards. Bailey paused for a moment to slip out of his pants and shirt. His hard red rod quivered like an arrow stuck in a tree, till it settled and pointed straight at its quarry.
God, this is embarrassing, Jennifer thought to herself, as she eyed Bailey's penis, half out of fear and half out of curiosity.
"Please don't hurt me," Jennifer mumbled helplessly.
"Don't you worry, babe, you're going to love this," Bailey said as he pushed Jennifer onto the wet, sticky surface of the training table.
"Please, don't get rough," Jennifer said plaintively, looking up at Bailey's hard, unsmiling face. "Please, I've had enough."
"Come on baby," Bailey murmured lustfully as he crawled on top of her voluptuous body, his rigidly swollen cock hanging beneath his belly like a cannon about to fire. "Now, let's have those panties off and see what kind of pussy you've got there."
"Please, stop," Jennifer called out, her wriggling motion serving only to inflame her captor more.
"What do you mean?" he snarled, now really eager and ready to go at it. "I'm not playing games with you, baby!" Rearing up over her, his hands seized the thin fabric of her panties and yanked violently, stripping the last vestige of modesty from her glistening body. Jennifer forgot all about her investigation and reacted like a desperate woman facing imminent defilement. Whimpering violently, she fought frantically, trying to draw her knees up to her breast, but the turned-on young man was too quick for her. Seizing her knees with his muscular hands, he threw his body over hers, forcing her taut, smooth thighs apart, their muscles trembling in a vain attempt to shield her helpless vagina.
"No, please..." she gurgled, now absolutely consumed with fear.
"Never saw a football groupie put up such a fight," Bailey said deliciously, turned on by his resisting prey.
The girl's body was strong and trimly athletic, and Bailey could feel the springy sinews in her legs tensing as she wriggled herself partway down the table on her back in an effort to escape from him. But the motion only turned him on more, and with a powerful burst of strength, he spread open her long, finely tapered thighs with his hands, his face plunging triumphantly down to the helplessly exposed triangle of blonde pubic hair. He pinned her buttocks to the table with his weight.
The frightened girl's head came up off the table in stark horror as she saw this vile ravishment of her loins coming closer and closer with nothing to stop it. "Oh, Phillip, where are you?" Jennifer called out. But she barely made herself heard above Bailey's heavy breathing. He bent forward for a moment and sucked hard on her nipples.
"Oh, please, you're hurting me," Jennifer cried as she helplessly pawed at his head. But he was oblivious to her pleas, and continued sucking so hard that Jennifer thought he was going to swallow her aching breasts. He seemed to linger on her wet, delicious mounds for an eternity; Jennifer thought she would faint from the incredible stimulation she felt in her large, pulsing nipples, but he stopped, licking his lips with pleasure as he sat back on his haunches and surveyed his beautiful, hapless prey. Bailey almost could not believe that the tender body of this splendidly-built young woman was at his disposal.
"God, you are really fucking built," he said. "And you taste good, too."
Slowly and tortuously, he slid his hot eager hands across the delicate insides of her now frantically jerking thighs, easily overcoming her futile attempts to clamp her legs together. Unable to keep her eyes off the desperate defilement which was coming closer with every minute, Jennifer looked down wide-eyed through the valley between her quivering breasts at the man's gleaming, lust-brightened eyes as he hovered threateningly over her defenseless loins Should she try to save herself by telling him she was with the school paper, or would that make matters worse? It might be the only way to avoid the humiliation and indignity of what she knew was coming. But why would he even believe her?
"Goddamnit," Jennifer snarled, more at herself even than at her conqueror. How did I get into this mess, she wondered.
Skip Bailey had neither the time or the inclination for such speculation. He feasted his eyes on the moist pink flesh displayed before him like some savage pagan sacrifice, his for the taking. The girl seemed frozen to the leather table, but Bailey was too absorbed in what he was about to do to waste any time speculating on why this groupie, unlike all the others, was so nervous about letting him have his way. Actually, Bailey found the resistance highly stimulating, and he blew teasingly into the moist blonde cuntal hair for the depraved pleasure of seeing her helplessly pinned body writhe in anguish. Then, with an animal-like tongue slashing mercilessly up into the warmly throbbing passageway of her cunt, he began his assault on her secret pleasures.
"Oh, no! Oh please, don't!" Jennifer heard herself groaning, but the young coed still did not scream out rape with all her might. She couldn't believe her own fortitude and how badly she wanted this story, in order to prove herself to Phillip. It was a nightmare, a living, breathing, technicolor nightmare and after all the years of living in the calm quiet protection of a small Midwestern town, she could hardly believe such a thing was happening to her.
Believe it or not, it was happening! The young man's head was buried greedily between her legs, and she could not throw him off no matter how hard she tried. He was lapping at her secret flesh like an animal, his tongue burrowing in and out of her involuntarily dilating vagina. The man's eyes were wide open and every time she stared down between her widespread thighs, she found him gazing lewdly back up at her. He was watching her lustfully, waiting for the sigh of weakness which he knew had to be somewhere. This chick must like sex, and like it a lot, he reasoned, or she never would have come looking for him in the first place. The right touch here and there, and she would go off like a firecracker! Before he was finished with her, she'd be begging for more, asking him for his phone number and forgetting all about Kevin Spencer.
But first, he had to find out where her weak points were. A little exploration was in order, and without releasing his hold on the wrists of the imprisoned girl, he used his arms and shoulders to nudge her legs up higher so that her kneecaps rose in the air and his lascivious eyes spotted the tiny brown circle of her anus, pitifully exposed to anything he chose to do to it.
Jennifer felt his depraved attack coming and tried frantically to wiggle away from it, but her feeble efforts were useless and his busily prying tongue swiped obscenely around the edges of her sensitive rectal opening, teasing at the tight hole.
"Aaaaggghhh!" she gagged and groaned, feeling a strange new charge of stimulation rise up deep within her debauched loins and roll across her nakedly writhing body like a tidal wave. She was sobbing in despair, but in the back of her mind, she knew that her flesh was beginning to react sen: suously to this barrage of new and unfamiliar stimulation. In spite of her horror at the things this total stranger was doing to her, tiny tingles of undeniable pleasure were stirring deep inside her belly, increasing in intensity as his mouth and tongue roamed erotically back and forth between the freely flowing orifice of her moist cunt and her tightly clenched anus.
Oh, where was Phillip? She was overwhelmed by the desire to be in his arms-perhaps in part because she was being turned on and only wanted to consummate her desire with her lover.
There were goose bumps over her firmly quivering breasts when Bailey finally raised himself on all fours over her, looking more savage than ever. The depraved smile flickered over the man's face as he reached down and took his rock-hard penis in his hands, waving it at her obscenely and pulling the skin back over the uncircumcised tip to reveal the blood-engorged glans.
"How about this, huh? I know it ain't the biggest cock you've ever seen, but it's reliable. Does what I tell it to and pops right up there whenever I'm in the mood. Now I'm just gonna show you that it ain't the meat, but the motion that counts. Spread 'em wide baby, 'cause daddy's coming in!"
Jennifer gasped "Nooo!" But Bailey had already covered her nakedly squirming body with his muscular form, and she could feel him jabbing savagely up into the tender flesh of her loins, the heated tip of his cock-shaft searching for the entrance to her moistly heated cunt. How could she stop him?
"Hey, I thought you wanted it French?" Jennifer managed to gasp. "I thought that's what you wanted."
"Now you're talking, baby," he crowed triumphantly, his cock jerking mightily as the idea of violating this young woman's tender mouth filled him with perverse delight. The lust-driven sex fiend crawled quickly over the trembling coed's prostrate form, his thick cock swaying dangerously close to her mouth, jabbing at her lushly parted lips. So that's what French is, she thought and shuddered with horror, seeing his hotly pulsating penis approaching her mouth.
"I knew a little action with the old tongue would warm you up, honey," he bragged, his buttocks resting lightly on the firm high mounds of her breasts as his hands wound into her hair and pulled her face toward his cock.
"No, please, not that," Jennifer whimpered, almost swallowing the cock which pushed at her lips.
"No, huh," Bailey grunted. "Well, I've had just about enough of your games, babe. So since you don't want it this way, I'm gonna give it to you good, like you've never had it before, right up your tight little cunt." He almost snarled out the words and without speaking again made good his pledge.
He roughly parted the moistly pungent lips of Jennifer's cunt with the fingers of one hand, guiding in his pulsing cock with the other. He did this all in one swift motion, not caring how much pain it would cause the teasing young girl. He held her down with two powerful hands clamped firmly over her breasts and began plunging in and out of her.
"Oh my God!" Jennifer mewled from the pain, degradation and, yes, undeniable pleasure. Against her will it seemed, her legs spread wider to receive his driving rod, which pistoned in and out of her wetly clasping cunt piteously. Bailey removed his hands from her breasts, which jiggled from the motion imparted to him by his merciless thrusts, and slid his hands down her arched and sweating back. Her skin made a peeling sound as it parted from the wet leather surface. Bailey slid his hands down under her slim, muscled hips and roughly grabbed an ass-cheek in each hand; he lifted her buttocks up off the table to meet his impaling cock, which was driving in and out of Jennifer's tight cunt with a speed she would have previously guessed impossible. Digging his elbows into the leather, Bailey shoved her pelvis higher and higher off the table with each downward thrust of his hips.
In and out. In and out. Jennifer's consciousness was almost overcome with this one sensation of being mercilessly reamed. She could feel Baily's fingers digging deeply into her smooth, soft buttocks. "God, oh God," Jennifer mewled in a low, throaty murmur, a sensual sound she had never made before. Faster and faster Bailey pistoned in and out of her.
"Oh, shit, here it comes," Bailey grunted, as he held his hips poised over her for a second, only the tip of his penis embedded inside her cunt lips, and then he drove deep up into her with a powerful plunge. "Ohhhh, shhhiiittt, baaabbbeee!" he growled, as he felt the hot liquid rush up the stalk of his penis and then spurt out in forceful jet into her hot insides. "
"Ohh, mmmmm," Jennifer mewled as her insides filled up with the hot cum. As he drew his deflating rod out of her, one long last spurt shot against her raw clitoris, sending bolts of pleasure shooting over her body.
They lay there, on the drenched table top, for several minutes, too exhausted to move. Rivulets of sweat poured off their bodies and dripped down onto the floor. Bailey finally moved, sliding off of
Jennifer's once-proud body, pausing for a second before he hopped onto the floor, to lewdly lick beads of perspiration off her ripe, luscious breasts.
"Babe, you are one great lay," he said with genuine admiration. "You played a bit hard to get there for a while, but damn, you made up for it at the end!" He flipped a towel over to Jennifer, as he also took one out of a metal cabinet for himself. He toweled off and dressed.
After the residual glow wore away from Jennifer, and it did not last long once her heated hormones settled down into normal balance, she fell into a deep depression. She hated the sweat she mopped off her body, which glistened in the light; she was careful to towel up every drop, every trace of what had gone on in this room.
How could I have done it? the confused girl wondered. She had never dreamed of making love with anyone but Phillip, and even with him, she had had hang-ups. But this lustful, loveless fuck with Bailey had been totally uninhibited. She had enjoyed herself! And though she tried to tell herself that she hadn't wanted to do it, that the muscular satyr now pulling up his fly and smiling at her from across the room had overpowered her, she knew she was not completely innocent. My God, I think I almost had an orgasm, the girl admitted to herself. If Bailey had prolonged the fuck for another minute or two, she would have cum. No longer innocent, and more clearly aware of her sex drive than ever before, the luscious blonde girl was overcome with sadness as she dressed. "Oh, Phillip, I'm sorry," she whispered to herself, at the same time wondering what it felt like to cum to climax.
"What was that babe?" Bailey asked.
"Nothing, I was just talking to myself," Jennifer said glumly.
"I told you I was good, right?" Bailey said with a smile, patting Jennifer on her ass. "Am I a man of my word?"
"Yes, you were very good," Jennifer admitted honestly.
Bailey smiled. "Yeah. And you're not so bad yourself." He walked to the door and unlocked it. "We're having a party at the dorm tonight. Most of the football team will be there, and I'll introduce you to Kevin Spencer. All right?"
"Okay," Jennifer mumbled, only now remembering that her debauchery was serving a purpose.
"About 7:30," Bailey called out to her down the darkened hallway.
"I'll be there," she said, her depression lifting a bit as she planned her next move.
CHAPTER THREE
Jennifer had to use two hands to fit the key into the lock of her apartment door; she had kept them deep in the pockets of her jeans as she walked home across campus so that no one would see them shaking. She still couldn't believe what she had done, made love vulgarly with a horny little pipsqueak on a training table, and she tried to pound the images of her fucking Skip Bailey out of her mind. But as she closed the door behind her and flopped down on the sofa, they came back to her, flashing through her mind in vivid technicolor.
"Oh, please stop," Jennifer called out plaintively, as she buried her tear-streaked face in a cushion. "Go away." But some deep, dark part of her brain refused to let her be. No matter whom she tried to think of, her mother, her sister, her lover, they were all driven from her mind by the image of Skip plunging his fiery red rod mercilessly between her lewdly splayed legs. Jennifer could still feel the pressure of his hands, as they roughly lifted her taut, creamy buttocks off the sticky training table enabling him to plunder her insides as she had never dreamed possible. Phillip's penis was much larger than Skip's, but Skip seemed to know every trick in the book, doubtless learned from countless coeds, and got the most out of what he had.
Unconsciously, Jennifer began to gently rock her hips to the rhythmically thrusting image of Skip. But she quickly caught herself and let out a curse, fearing that somewhere, deep within her body, she had actually enjoyed Skip's caresses and, most of all, his wildly plunging cock.
I wonder if there are any marks? Jennifer thought with terror. She sat bolt upright on the sofa and quickly ran her hands over her entire body, searching for tender spots. Her breasts were especially tender; she pulled off her sweaty T-shirt and carefully ran her hands over both quivering mounds; her nipples were swollen, yet soft and very tender. Jennifer hurriedly walked into the bathroom to see if Skip's forceful suckings on her breasts had left any telltale signs. She hopped onto the toilet to get a look at her whole body in the medicine cabinet mirror. There were only a few faint traces of pink on her breasts, nothing Phillip would notice as long as she kept the lights low; there were a few crusty splotches of dried cum on her stomach; but when she pulled down her pants and panties, not even bothering to come down off the toilet in her haste, and almost losing her balance, she saw rows of torrid red streaks carved into her buttocks. There was no way to explain away those vulgar lines, which would expose her brutal fuck to Phillip as soon as he saw them. Unable to think of anything better, or more reasonable, Jennifer ripped open the medicine chest and grabbed a tube of suntan oil. She crumpled the tube in her fist, spraying her creamy, fiery-lined cheeks with oil, which she hurriedly rubbed into her skin. The tube dropped to the floor as she used both hands to rub the warm, slimy ooze over her lovely round ass. Jennifer couldn't help but smile, even in her distress, at the ludicrous sight of herself in the mirror, her full breasts bouncing up and down, her long blonde hair flying, as she vigorously rubbed herself. Realizing that a tanned ass all by itself would look a bit strange, she rubbed her entire body with suntan oil.
Now all I have to do, thought Jennifer as she rinsed Skip's cum off her stomach, is to explain to Phillip how the hell I got an all-over tan.
It was now six o'clock in the evening and Phillip would be coming soon for dinner. Jennifer tried to calm her frazzled nerves by cooking a gourmet meal; it was also the only thing she could think of that would help to keep Phillip's mind off of making love, at least for awhile.
"God, I really don't feel like making love tonight," Jennifer whispered to herself as she expertly boned a chicken and began to prepare Phillip's favorite dish, Chicken Kiev. "And I still have to go to that fucking party tonight!" Jennifer blushed at her description, hoping that it wouldn't come true.
There was the precise, mechanical sound of a key turning in the lock of the apartment's front door.
"Jen, are you home?" Phillip called out, careful to close the door behind him before he spoke.
"I'm in the kitchen, Phillip." Jennifer heard him drop his briefcase on the carpet, kick off his shoes and throw his jacket on the sofa.
"I still can't get used to the head," Phillip said as he sneaked up behind Jennifer while she sliced vegetables. He snuggled up behind her, undid the top of her dungarees and started to slide his hands down her pants and over her buttocks. But before he got a firm hold, Jennifer wiggled out of his grasp and, showing that she was learning a few feminine tricks, easily deflected her lover's hands from the telltale grooves on her ass-cheeks by moving his hands up over her breasts.
Phillip almost came in his pants from this blatant, for Jennifer, gesture. "You like this, huh?" he said, lewdly tonguing the inside of her ear.
"I had swimming class today and my chest muscles are sore. You don't mind massaging them, do you, Phillip?" Jennifer said coquettishly.
No siree, Phillip did not mind at all, the professor thought to himself as his blood boiled in his veins. "What do you say to forgetting about dinner, and heading for bed?" Phillip said, half-pulling Jennifer to the bedroom.
"No, Phillip," Jennifer said sharply, as if she were talking to a young boy. "I've made you your favorite dish tonight, and I want you to eat every last bite." Jennifer was beginning to learn that even the most brilliant mind could be easily controlled by a superbly lush young body. She just hoped she could control Kevin Spencer as easily.
"Oh, Jen, you're my favorite dish. And the only thing I want to eat right now."
Jennifer brushed past him into the dinette with the Chicken Kiev. "Now come on Phillip. Let's have dinner." She sat down purposefully, already dishing out the meal as Phillip reluctantly sat down.
"Oh, by the way, Phillip," she said softly, a bit anxious at his reaction, "I have to go to the library tonight. I won't be able to stay with you."
"What!" said Phillip, throwing down his fork. "I've been looking forward to us spending some time together tonight; I've been thinking about it all day."
"Well, I'm sorry Phillip," said Jennifer as forcefully as possible, fighting off her natural impulse to give in to him. "But I have a paper due at the end of the week, and I haven't even begun researching it."
Phillip angrily paced around the living room, circling the sofa like a lion just before feeding time at the zoo, stalked back into the dinette, which was adjacent to every room in the small apartment, and said, "Well, I won't keep you then. I'm leaving."
"Please don't go," Jennifer said earnestly.
"No, far be it from me to distract you from you quest for knowledge. I mean, how could I call myself a teacher?" Phillip pulled on his coat and eventually tied his shoes, though he had trouble tying the laces in his rage. He was about to slam the door behind him, when he remembered the neighbors and gingerly shut the door behind him with a fearful intensity.
"Goodnight, Phillip," Jennifer whispered to the empty room.
This was their first fight, and Jennifer was more than a little upset, but she was determined to get the goods on Spencer and the rest of the team, make a name for herself and make Phillip proud of her.
She wanted him to think of her as more than just a voluptuous piece of ass. And Lord knows, she'd already gone too far to come away with nothing for her efforts.
"I'm going to make Phillip proud of me," Jennifer said determinedly. She cleared the table, brushed her hair and left, heading for the party at the football dorm. She was anxious, maybe even a bit afraid, but she was even more determined to keep her wits about her and, somehow, lure her quarry into Phillip's laboratory apartment.
* * *
Loud music, rock and roll, was blaring from a jukebox on the front lawn of the football team's dormitory. The building used to be a mansion belonging to a local millionaire, but he donated it to the college with the stipulation that his boys, the football team, live in it. And did they ever live in it!
Tonight's party was comparatively subdued. Coeds were swarming all over the mansion's grounds; a guard at the front gate was under orders to let only the good-looking ones in. His inspection often included a quick feel. Kegs of beer dotted the front lawn and a buffet table was set up on the front porch, between the high white colonnades. Members of the team strode through the girls, checking out the best-looking ones for the late evening entertainment. Everyone, it seemed, held large, foam-filled mugs of beer. The larger members of the team, mostly the linemen, made periodic forays to the buffet, where they constructed gargantuan hero sandwiches.
Jennifer surveyed this bedlam from the sidewalk, searching for Skip Bailey somewhere in the crowd. She paced nervously in front of the gate, wondering how to get by the guard with Bailey nowhere in sight.
"You can go right in, if you want, honey," the middle-aged guard said to her. His practiced eye easily told him that this sweet-faced curvaceous blonde was grade "A" party material. As he held open the gate for her, she walked past him, feeling a hand give her enticing buttocks, straining provocatively at her tight jeans, a prolonged squeeze. Jennifer stopped in her tracks and glared at the man.
But he just smiled and said, "The price of admission, honey."
Not willing to make a scene, she turned and walked in.
"Hey, Jennifer. What are you doing here?" Jennifer pivoted quickly, shocked to hear her name. "Over here Jennifer."
"Oh, Carol, it's you," Jennifer said shyly, a bit embarrassed to be seen at a football team party by someone who knew her. Carol, a beautiful brunette who went to a lot of wild parties, sat next to her in anthropology. She was sitting in a group of people, drinking beer and giggling. Jennifer walked over.
"I didn't know you went to these kind of parties," Carol said archly. She was sitting in the lap of a large, well-built boy, certainly no more than eighteen years old-obviously a member of the football team. There were other young men in the group, and each had at least one pretty girl sitting on his lap or leaning against him.
"I usually don't," Jennifer replied. "But I was just walking by, heard all the noise and wondered what was going on. The guard said I could come in."
"I'll bet he did," said Carol. "And did horny old Charlie give you a good feel?"
"Yes, he's very rude," Jennifer said sheepishly. She sat down near Carol, refusing the offers of various players to seat her on their laps. Jennifer was amazed at how many beautiful girls there were, and how they were all dressed the same: in see-through T-shirts and shorts cut halfway up their ass-cheeks it seemed.
She avoided the suggestive glares of the young men, instead searching the crowd for Skip Bailey; she knew there would be no way to beat out all this fleshy competition parading past her with bobbing breasts and swaying backsides and get to meet Kevin Spencer by herself. Finally, she spotted
Bailey at the buffet table. Jennifer called out to him, but it was impossible to be heard at any distance over the raucous noise of the pounding jukebox music and the boisterous conversations. Rising to her feet with the help of several friendly hands planted firmly on her ass, the girl wove her way through the crowd, careful not to step on the dozens of couples making out on the lawn, some of them unself-consciously rubbing against each other with barely restrained carnality.
"Hey, babe," Skip Bailey said, seeing her as he lifted his face after taking a huge bite out of a hero sandwich. "Glad you could make it. You want to see Spencer?"
"Hi. Yes, I would like to meet him," she said shyly, finding it impossible to believe that this unimpressive young man, gorging himself on the buffet, had almost driven her to ecstasy just a few hours before. He moved closer to Jennifer, slipped his free hand around her waist and planted a wet kiss on her lush lips.
Jennifer's first intention was to bend back, away from the kiss, but she decided to accept it, her lips responding with a slight, but noticeable pressure so as not to offend her go-between. She licked off the dab of mustard the kiss left behind.
"Well, come on, let's go," Bailey said, leading her into the mansion. "He's upstairs in his room, where there's a bit more privacy.
Bailey led her through a high-ceilinged foyer, up the main staircase to a suite of rooms on the second floor. The walls were lined with impressive landscape paintings in gilt frames, the carpeting was plush, the furniture obviously expensive antiques. It was a strange, stately setting for such rowdy goings on.
"Here we are," Bailey said as he opened a heavy oak door, revealing a small party consisting of only a few football team members and young women. Bailey pushed Jennifer, who stood dumbly in the doorway, into the room.
There were a half-dozen gorgeous young women in the room. Jennifer thought she recognized some of them and decided that they must be cheerleaders. Their clothing was even skimpier than what she had seen on the lawn: several of the girls had their shirts hitched up under their breasts and were wearing only brief panties.
Jennifer counted seven men in the room, not including Bailey, who was leading her over to Spencer who was sitting in a corner armchair, alone. Obviously, he had been waiting for her.
"Kevin, this is that girl I was telling you about," Bailey said, quickly leaving the room after delivering his cargo.
"Thanks, Skip," Spencer called after him. He rose from the chair. "So you're the girl who was looking for me?"
"Yes," Jennifer said, quickly giving Spencer the once over. He was certainly good looking. He was about six-foot, two, slim but muscular, with high features and flashing white teeth, which he bared as he smiled at Jennifer.
"Well, I'm glad you could join me and my friends here tonight," he said. "Everybody's my friend here, ain't that right, Sally?" The girl named Sally turned from the boy she was talking to and giggled as she heard Spencer call her name. She had huge breasts. Spencer reached out as she approached him, his hand reaching directly for her full voluptuous breasts; the girl made no attempt to avoid this humiliating caress, but just smiled sexily at Spencer. Ignoring the fact that at least ten people had turned around and were observing the scene, Spencer deftly pulled her tight T-shirt up over her breasts and lewdly massaged her jiggling mounds.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm," he murmured mockingly. "What have we here?"
"OOOOhhhhh, your hands are cold," Sally said with a shiver.
Spencer's friends had been drinking heavily, and the room rocked with laughter, but the girl named Sally gave no sign of being embarrassed. Jennifer took a long sip on the drink someone had thrust into her hand. What have I gotten myself into now, she thought anxiously.
"Hey, how about a strip, Sally?" one of the young men called out.
"That's not a bad idea, Jimbo," Spencer said, pulling Sally's shirt back down to her waist.
"Show us a little of the good stuff," Jimbo said, encouraged by Spencer's approval.
"Oh, you guys," the girl protested with a grin, but the young men immediately formed a circle around her while Spencer sank back down into his chair in the corner, pulling Jennifer casually down on his lap.
"Oh!" cried Jennifer, a little alarmed at this unexpected maneuver. You've got to remember that he thinks you're just like the rest of the girls here, she reprimanded herself.
"You comfortable?" Spencer asked her, calmly adjusting the position of her body so that her shoulder rested against his chest, and her legs folded Indian-style on his lap. She was anything but comfortable under the circumstances, but she smiled at him anyway, wondering desperately how long she was going to have to endure this torment before she could lure this lascivious group over to Phillip's lab. She squirmed on the young man's lap, trying to arrange herself better and noticing that, the way she was sitting, Spencer could look directly down the front of her scoop-necked shirt at the softly rising mounds of her creamy-white breasts.
"Put some music on then," Sally instructed the boy standing near the stereo. Jennifer took a long gulp from her drink, feeling the alcohol rush through her bloodstream, bringing back some of her courage.
"Sally's famous all over the campus for her striptease act," Spencer said, punctuating his statement by licking the inside of Jennifer's ear.
Jennifer felt her head beginning to spin slightly from the alcohol. The music filled the room and the large-breasted girl began to dance seductively, her well-stacked body swaying with the music. As the raven-haired woman slowly peeled her shirt up over incredibly large, well-formed breasts, Jennifer became aware of Kevin Spencer's cock rising with lust; it began twitching and jerking against her leg as the erotic spectacle excited him. The young girl tried to shift her buttocks without making it obvious that she was trying to avoid this direct sexual contact, but Spencer moved his body with hers, and they ended up in approximately the same position, the slowly hardening shaft of his cock thrust deliberately against the yielding flesh of her thigh. Sally's dungaree shorts dropped on the floor, and a sigh seemed to float through the room as each of the football players drifted toward the girl standing closest to him. Jennifer surmised that this lewd spectacle was designed to excite them, the girls obviously being at their complete disposal. There was just one question: Who was Spencer planning on spending the evening with? Even with a slight buzz echoing in her brain, Jennifer had no trouble answering this question.
The answer seemed pretty obvious, and she realized that there was going to be no way out of this bind. Had her editor, Stanley Jarret, foreseen this? Did he plan on having her ravished by the team's quarterback as part of his strategy?
"Pretty good, huh?" commented Spencer, casually reaching up with his right hand and caressing her soft, womanly breasts as she rested against his chest.
"Why ... yes," she managed to reply, feeling his fingers slide under her tight-fitting shirt and inch toward the large brown pebbles of her nipples. Spencer was handling her precisely as if she were his property! He was not even taking the trouble to seduce her, or trick her into the bedroom. He was treating her like a whore! Jennifer was shocked, but unable to think of the correct response, one which would preserve her dignity but not blow her investigative assignment. She did nothing, embarrassedly allowing him to massage her full breasts.
Sally stood brazenly before them, and Jennifer realized that she had never seen breasts as large in her entire life. Her own breasts were so generously rounded that they had frequently embarrassed her, but this voluptuous coed was absolutely mammoth, and a groan of repressed sexual desire spilled out over the room as she slowly pulled down her black satin panties, allowing her full mountainous mounds to swing free as she bent over, tantalizing the group as she rolled her panties slowly, so slowly down, exposing tufts of jet black pubic hair.
"Come on, baby, we wanna see everything!" sheered a wild-eyed Jimbo, but Jennifer noticed that despite the show, the crowd was slowly thinning out. Two players had already disappeared with their girls, presumably into other rooms, and another couple was necking furiously on the couch. This was the beginning of an orgy-there was no longer the slightest doubt in Jennifer's mind. Spencer's lips were buried in her neck and there was every reason to believe that he intended to make love to her as well. Would he be able to tell that she was inexperienced and slightly cold? How did he expect a football groupie to behave in bed? This, she noted wryly, was undoubtedly a part of the plan that Jarret, her pugnacious editor, expected her to work out for herself.
"Now leave the socks on, baby, I like 'em!" Jimbo shouted crudely, and Jennifer looked up in time to see the last of the spectators inch off toward a back room, leaving just herself and Spencer besides Jimbo and Sally, who was jiggling lewdly in the center of the room, wearing nothing but a pair of argyle knee-socks. The moment of truth was getting closer every minute, and Jennifer fought off the panicky temptation to make a dash for the door, knowing she could never elude Spencer's grasp and make it to the front door. But she couldn't go through with it! This was asking too much of her! Jarret should have picked someone else with more experience, someone who had known a lot of men and who could handle a situation like the one which was staring her in the face.
"Ah, baby, that's good!" proclaimed Jimbo as Sally nuzzled against him with her firm, enticing mounds of flesh.
"How about this, captain?" Jimbo said to Spencer as he walked slowly toward the girl. "Ain't this the nicest, biggest, sweetest pair of tits you ever saw?"
"Not quite," Spencer replied with a smile, squeezing Jennifer's full desirable breasts. "But pretty nice. They certainly look good enough to eat."
"That's what I was thinking ... but the other way around. How about it, baby? You ready for a little action with that lovely mouth of yours?"
Jennifer turned pale, but was a little reassured to notice that the naked girl also seemed a little stunned by this cruelly obscene proposal, as if she had not bargained for anything quite as savagely abrupt as what Jimbo was suggesting. The Jooy's bold statement took Jennifer by surprise as well, and the young spy had to remind herself that these were not normal young men, but spoiled satyrs used to having their own way with as many eager girls as they could handle. What they wanted, they took.
Jimbo stepped forward, unbuckling his pants as he faced the trembling stripteaser, and Jennifer unconsciously drew closer to the gang leader as if for protection. Thinking she was at last warming up a little, Spencer responded by pushing his hand up under one leg of her shorts, his fingers plunging under the tight fabric toward the smooth naked skin up between her legs. The girl wiggled uncomfortably, but there was no way in the world she could tell him to stop. She was a groupie, wasn't she; this is what she was supposed to want. How could she object?
"No ... look, Jimbo, not out here in front of anybody," Sally was pleading, and for a moment Jennifer felt sorry for her. But Jimbo was remorseless. One hand shot out like lightning, and before Jennifer's eyes could focus, he had forced the startled beauty to her knees.
"When I ask you really polite-like for something, baby, it don't do to tell me no. There ain't nobody here but us chickens, so what you got to be so shy for?"
Jimbo towered over her triumphantly, flexing his massive upper body, enjoying the girl's obvious shame. Sally was a nice young girl, if a little too high-spirited for her own good, and her attempts to please members of the opposite sex, especially if they played football had gotten her in over her head.
Her erotic frolicking had turned on Jimbo to such a degree that it seemed as every base and animalistic trait he possessed now had free reign over his heated body.
"Come on, Sally, baby, I know you got a pair of hot pants for old Jimbo, now don't you?"
The girl looked up at him, studying his face to see how serious he was about this lewd, depraved business, but there was nothing in his expression to indicate the slightest hope for mercy.
"Old Jimbo has a time with these groupies," Spencer remarked callously, his invading hand digging even deeper up between the blonde's legs until his fingers found what they were feeling for, the warm vee-shaped triangle of her pussy, inadequately defended by the thin fabric of her skimpy panties. Jennifer twitched on the man's lap, feeling the lustful shaft of his rigid penis pushing into her leg from the other side, but found that she could not drag her eyes away from the horrible fascination of the scene before them.
His pants partially opened, Jimbo stepped closer to the kneeling raven-haired slave girl, one hard calloused hand winding its way into her long hair. With his free hand, he unzipped his fly and ex-, tracted the thick bulbous pole of his cock, already hardened and pulsating with the perverted excitement of the torment he intended to inflict upon the helplessly kneeling girl before him.
A conflict of emotions was building up in Jennifer's quivering body as she and Kevin Spencer watched this demeaning, but erotically charged spectacle. She felt sympathy for the naked dancer, imagining how it must feel, even for a party-girl like Sally, to be forced to accept a rock-hard penis into the delicate sanctuary of her mouth. But also, she was feeling tiny tingles of forbidden pleasure building up deep in her belly, as hard as she tried to pretend that they were not there. Was it the furious activity of Spencer's expert hands, or what she was seeing that excited her? It was hard to say, but in the end she had to admit that she was perspiring lightly and her breath was coming more quickly than usual.
For the voluptuous stripper, the moment of resistance seemed to pass the instant she saw Jimbo's murderously thick cock staring her in the face. The raven-haired girl took one deep breath as if she were surrendering her naked body to some darkly sexual inevitability, raising her hands to cup the boy's soft sperm-filled balls in her delicate fingers. One hand curled firmly around the thick cock-shaft, and Jennifer realized that the girl had done this before, though this may have been her debut in public, when she saw her expertly push back the thick covering of the boy's uncircumcised foreskin. For all her education, Jennifer realized that she had never before seen an uncircumcised man before and would not have known what to do.
But Sally obviously knew exactly what to do, even though she had been reluctant to run through her bag of tricks in front of witnesses. Experienced at the art of pleasing men, the girl blew teasingly on Jimbo's naked, reddening cock, forcing a groan of pure pleasure from his lips. Then she began using the tip of her tongue very delicately, moving it slowly up and down over the enormous blood-engorged tip of his penis, causing the boy's hips to jerk convulsively as she sent shivers of erotic sensation through his sizzling nervous system.
The young woman's thoughts of entrapping this band of perverts momentarily left her mind as her eyes widened with surprise as she watched the other girl's lips nibble agilely on the moistened red glans, slowly but surely accepting the tip of his throbbing organ into the unnatural receptacle of her mouth. Jennifer had thought herself an adult young woman, and she had always been aware that desperately obscene things like this occurred among fiends, but now she was actually seeing it ... and somehow it seemed less horrible than she had always imagined.
"Pretty good, huh?" commented Spencer, as if she were a connoisseur of erotic spectacles and he wanted her professional opinion.
"Uh ... yes," she murmured, feeling his hands roaming hotly over the nakedness of her defenseless breasts, tweaking and pinching her large swelling nipples until they stood up erect and bold like two toy soldiers on parade. What astonished her more than anything else was the suddenness of it all. A few minutes ago, they had all been standing around drinking beer and behaving like fun-loving college kids; then the whole facade had collapsed the moment Spencer had crudely put his hands on Sally's impudent, voluptuous breasts. It was as if the air had been thick with some sexual explosive merely waiting for a spark.
"Come on baby, that's enough foolin' around," Jimbo rasped. "Now get to work!"
Without a moment's delay the completely subjugated woman obeyed, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked his long pulsing pole so far into her throat that Jennifer felt sure that the girl was going to choke. Sally grunted contentedly as she went to work on the big football player, sucking and licking as if she had been born into the world for no other purpose. Both of his massive hands snaked around to the back of her head to hold her firmly as his hips started to jerk forward and backward, driving the long thick shaft of his cock in and out of the tight red circle formed by her lush laboring lips.
The mesmerized undercover reporter found herself drawing closer and closer to Kevin Spencer, as if he were some kind of knight in shining armor who would protect her from this kind of dire humiliation. The ridiculousness of what she was doing occurred to her immediately, of course, since she knew perfectly well that Spencer might easily be planning to subject her to the same kind of treatment, or worse, although at the moment she could not think of anything worse. In fact, she found herself wishing that Spencer would take her into his bedroom and do whatever he was going to do just so that she would not have to watch anymore.
There was a low guttural moan from the savagely violated girl. Jennifer saw that a subtle change had come over her. Before Sally had merely been following orders, doing what she had to, but now her attitude seemed to have changed, and she was lewdly, delightedly sucking him now to please herself. Her eyes were closed in something akin to rapture, and her soft expert hands roamed daintily around the base of the hard cock-shaft, pounding so incessantly into her cruelly stretched, but eager mouth. The girl's cheeks hollowed as she sucked and slowly drew out from the red-hot rod quivering responses of pleasures, accompanied by Jimbo's groans. Her mouth filled with an obscene mixture of saliva and the secretions oozing from the tip of Jimbo's glans; she had to swallow occasionally to avoid choking.
On the backstroke, Jimbo was withdrawing his long, punishing rod almost completely so that only the hot bulbous tip remained inside the woman's clinging lips, and then slamming forward with all the brutal strength in his body. Jennifer looked on in desperate fascination, watching the muscles in his buttocks tense and relax with each merciless lunge. Jimbo's heavy swinging balls beat a steady tattoo of lust against the girl's delicate chin every time he powered his way remorselessly into her.
There were hums and gurgles of passionate acceptance and subjugation sounding deep in Sally's throat, and the shocked blonde could not get over the idea that the other girl was actually enjoying this brutal, perverted mistreatment. The persistent tantalizing itch inside her own body seemed to be getting progressively worse the longer Jennifer watched, and she tried to shut her eyes and close off the dreadful scene. But somehow, she was much too curious, and her eyelids sprang back open a second later while Kevin Spencer's hand continued its relentless exploration of her loins. The quarterback's long strong fingers found the edge of her flimsy white nylon panties, after having opened the front of the girl's shorts with a quick pull on her zipper. With a deft flick of his wrist, he managed to burrow his outstretched middle finger underneath the leg band, putting his hand directly on the naked shuddering flesh of her vagina.
Jennifer writhed as she felt his lecherous invasion of the inner mysteries of her body, but the sordid role she was supposed to be playing did not permit her to offer any resistance. She groaned slightly as his prying fingers located the tiny pink jewel of her clitoris and the excited athlete entertained himself by twirling the sexual sensation center of her body back and forth between his thumb and index finger, sending unbeckoned shivers of illicit and unwanted pleasure up and down her spine.
"Oooooooohhhhh," she moaned softly feeling the forbidden flames spreading up into her stomach, and realizing that her arms had unconsciously wound around the athlete's neck. What on earth are you doing? she asked herself in alarm. You're supposed to be luring him into the lab, not getting so horny you can't think straight!
But there was nothing to be done about it. She was as aroused as she had ever been in her life, and there was no way in the world to calm herself down again. She tried focusing her thoughts on Phillip, the man she loved, but somehow the young quarterback's prying plundering fingers took precedence, and weird erotic fantasies and daydreams swarmed uninvited into her liquor-dazed mind.
In front of them, Jimbo was working like a madman to bring it all to an end, raining a shower of foul obscenities down on the girl's pistoning head as he pummeled into her savagely. His dark bulging eyes gleamed with depraved delight as he watched the moistly glistening shaft of his cock worm its way insistently past the tight little circle formed by her red, ovaled lips, and the young stud felt the release he was looking for creeping steadily from his insides toward his loins.
The debased coed's full, succulent breasts began quivering in a frenzy as Jimbo banged into her with one long fearful stroke after another so that the girl had to steady herself by hanging on with both hands to the blood-swollen rod which plowed relentlessly into her mouth. She could feel his cock expanding as the moment approached, inexorably, inevitably, and the girl moaned in abandoned masochistic joy, knowing that in another second, he was going to cum into her waiting mouth.
The entrapped reporter gasped as it happened, never in her innocently sheltered life having realized that an orgasm could be so violently intense as this one seemed to be. Jimbo virtually screamed, giving passionate expression to all the lust which was storming out of his body. The girl gagged and gurgled madly, sputtering as the searing hot jets of potent sperm spattered into the back of her throat, and Jennifer stared wide-eyed as the girl's Adam's apple bobbed furiously up and down so as not to lose one white-hot drop.
She was swallowing it! This was a whole new thing for the sweet young girl, who had automatically assumed, without really thinking about it, that the girl would turn her head away at the last moment to avoid this final degradation. But she did not turn away, and Jennifer's eyes widened as she saw the girl swirl her tongue lasciviously back and forth over the meaty surface of the man's wildly jerking, ejaculating cock, cleaning him the way a mother cat licks her kittens.
Jimbo's jerking penile instrument emptied itself into her for a long minute, and then a great relaxation seemed to come over the man's powerfully-built frame. Below him, Sally continued to nibble and suck at his deflating cock tenderly, as if she could not bear to see it end so soon.
With a sudden powerful movement, Kevin Spencer ended the scene abruptly. Turned on by the climax, he was on his feet and cradling Jennifer in his massive arms, as if she weighed no more than a child.
"Come on, baby, let's you and me hit the sack. I can barely keep it in my pants!"
The last thing she saw as he wheeled and carried her into the bedroom was Jimbo's laughing face, and the piteous scene of the naked Sally, still kneeling slavishly before him, the man's glistening soft cock still held tenderly between her cum-coated lips. Then she buried her face in Spencer's neck, feeling her mind fade drunkenly in and out like a distant radio station on a shortwave receiver.
CHAPTER FOUR
She was drunk and glad she was drunk, because the inexperienced young reporter knew that, cold sober, she could never face what was coming. It was worse than being raped, since a woman being ravished against her will could at least close her eyes, clench her fists, and endure it until it was over. She was going to have to pretend to enjoy what he was about to do to her, and this would be bad enough, but added on to the emotional trauma was that she was unsure of how much pretending was going to be involved. If going to bed with the football team's quarterback was what had to be done in order to trap him and his orgiastic followers, then she felt that she ought to be able to do it, even though she would never have volunteered to be bait in her editor's scheme if she knew it would lead to this. But what frightened her more than anything at the moment was the prospect of losing control of herself and submitting to him for real, the way a woman submits to the man she loves. Thin would be the ultimate betrayal of her upbringing, of her love for Phillip!
Spencer deposited her unceremoniously on the bed, a large circular one with black satin sheets, having kicked the door closed as he entered. She had expected him to fly at her immediately, ripping her clothes to shreds, taking her brutally like the savage he was. But he surprised her, sitting quietly over her as she sprawled helplessly on the smooth, cool sheets, smiling at her calmly, enigmatically.
"You know, I like you a lot," he told her with his deep voice. "I'm glad you came looking for me."
Jennifer's head was still spinning with the enormous quantity of liquor she had consumed, and his gentleness somehow calmed her fears, even though she could feel his hands running all over her body. He undressed her like he would a child, chuckling lewdly as he slipped her thin skirt over her head baring the lust-arousing sight of her voluptuous up-thrusting breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect, the largest he'd ever seen, from the sexual stimulation she had already received, and the young man paid homage to them, bending quickly and fastening his wetly hungering lips over the tip of one sensuous mound. She squirmed as she felt his tongue busily titillate the bursting round bud of her nipple, and Spencer took advantage of the opportunity to pull down her already loosened shorts, leaving her clad only in a pair of diaphanous, low-slung panties.
"Goddamn, you've got the best looking body I've ever seen," he complimented her crudely but sincerely, lifting his lips from her breast and addressing himself to the task of removing the panties, her last protection. Knowing she had no choice, Jennifer cooperated with his efforts by lifting her hips off the bed, allowing him to slide her one remaining garment over the twin moons of her buttocks and down over the slim tapering curves of her legs. She was naked, stark naked, and an involuntary shiver ran through her body as she saw him begin to pull off his shirt.
"Hey, you look scared," he said curiously. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, Kevin," she assured him, hearing her voice quiver with nervousness as she spoke, watching his robust, athletic body emerge as he quickly shed his clothing. She closed her eyes as he removed his undershorts, not wanting to see the instrument which was destined to impale her, and a second later she could feel the warmth of his naked body as he rolled next to her on the bed.
Still, he did not throw himself wildly on top of her, and this unexpected gentleness threw her off-balance. She had been prepared for the pain and humiliation of being ravished, but this unusual tenderness was difficult to deal with. In her head she knew that this man was an unfeeling lout, who took advantage of innocent, adoring coeds, but for some reason he was treating her like a bride and not like just another groupie, which he had every right to expect her to be.
His hand rested on her smooth, curving hip, and she held absolutely still, waiting to see exactly what he was going to do. Gently, almost respectfully, he caressed her lushly ripe body, his fingers once again returning to the soft, moist hair of her pussy, and he began stroking her sensuously, knowing she had been fired up by watching Jimbo and Sally and wanting to rekindle that flame before he took her.
Strange chick, thought the quarterback, as his lust-widened eyes studied the indescribably arousing body which was laid out naked and helpless before him. Doesn't really act like a groupie, although maybe she thinks acting timid'll turn me on even more. She makes a guy feel like he's the first man in the world who's ever touched her. If it's an act, then she's pretty good at it.
What the hell is she doing in college? he thought. With a body like that she should be in the movies. Big tits, but still nice and firm. A thin waist and beautiful, rounded hips-man, she's a walking wet dream! All right, if she-likes her screwing soft and romantic, that's the way we'll do it. That exhibition stuff Jimbo digs is okay once in a while, but a classy broad like this deserves to be fucked with dignity.
"Oooooohhhhh," the girl moaned softly as his questing fingers dug into her moistly clasping cuntal tissue, and Spencer discovered to his great joy that she was still tight and firm between her long, muscularly tapered legs. Deciding that she could not have too much experience, he inched his body downward, his lips tracing a wet provocative path between the sumptuous mounds of her breasts and across the flat plane of her stomach.
He's going to suck me, Jennifer realized as the quarterback settled himself betwen her legs, crouching over her on all fours, and pushing her thighs apart with his palms. Just as she had feared, he was going to place his lips on the soft flesh of her cunt. But, unexpectedly, he was gentle, moving his searching lips carefully through the golden blonde pussy hair which masked the entrance to the moist interior of her body.
Expertly, he located the tiny pink organ of her clitoris and toyed with it teasingly with his tongue until she could feel the minute little nub of flesh swell with excitement, more than doubling in size as he slavered attentively over it. Jennifer tried to hold still, but her hips were rapidly sliding out of control and before she knew it, her buttocks were grinding gently up and down on the slippery smooth satin sheets. Spencer's hands prodded and kneaded the soft skin of her two smoothly rounded ass-cheeks, opening her up farther and farther as his tongue explored her succulent pussy flesh.
"Aaaaahhhh!" she sighed passionately as his lips went to work on the hair-covered lips of her hotly throbbing vagina, his rough tongue spearing deliberately up into the wet clasping passage of her cunt to torment the interior walls of her body. Alcohol and lust accumulated in her overheated brain and she found that she could no longer think very clearly as he lapped at her sensitive cuntal flesh, sending wave after wave of electrical shocks up and down the length of her responsive, stimulated body.
Spencer was delighted with her reactions, and pressed his tongue eagerly into her in order to draw forth more moans and sighs. The athlete had grown weary of the usual groupies who flopped on the bed and just lay there with their legs spread wide, letting him do whatever he wished, but rarely responding with true pleasure.
This chick was different. There was an air of maidenly modesty about her, even if she had come looking for him like a hundred other college girls, and Spencer had already deduced that there was a red-hot passionate streak somewhere deep inside her. If he could get this tall leggy blonde really turned on, the results could be spectacular. With this chick, he wanted to do everything and savor every moment!
She was all ready to be fucked, there was no room for doubt, and the young man raised his face from her wet loins to gaze happily across the lushly voluptuous surface of her magnificent body. Why wait any longer, he asked himself, and he got to his knees and crawled over her, while Jennifer, her eyes still closed, continued to writhe shamelessly and groan beneath him. He sensed that the girl's resistance had been completely worn away by his sucking and caresses, and he maneuvered his hardened cock-pole between her widespread thighs, pressing the heavy broad tip into the narrow furrow of her loins. Spencer knew his cock was big, and he hoped that the size of his excitedly rigid instrument would not cause her too much pain as he snaked his way up into her tight little cunt. Sometimes he enjoyed torturing a girl by slamming his giant cock right up into her cunt, but now he was afraid that the pain would destroy the delicate, self-sacrificing mood she seemed to be in.
The warm moist folds of cuntal flesh seemed to clasp the tip of his eagerly pulsating cock as he toyed with her, but the young man resisted the temptation to drive into her wetly waiting pussy with a mighty plunge. Now she was completely at his mercy, and he suddenly realized that he was passing up opportunities which might not come again. His eyes swept hungrily over the fantastic young body stretched out helplessly before him, and he studied her breasts intently, deciding that he had never in his life seen such full, desirable mounds just waiting to be manipulated in some bizarre fashion.
An idea filtered into his horny mind, something he had always wanted to do with a woman and had never quite gotten around to doing. Instead of pushing his thick hard cock up into the expectant hole of her vagina, he raised himself up on his hands and knees, and straddled her lust-provoking body with his legs. His penis dancing up and down in lewd anticipation, he crawled slowly forward, watching her face intensely to see if she made some sign of protest. There was none, even as the moist head of his instrument trailed lewdly across the flatness of her smooth stomach and up to her delicately defined rib cage. Gently, he slid his cock into the narrow valley between her two proudly up-thrust breasts, his knees now resting on either side of her naked torso. The girl's eyes were still closed and she seemed to be floating in some thick sensual fog so dense that she was hardly conscious of what went on around her. In this condition, Spencer knew that he could do anything he wanted to her.
Grinning lecherously to himself, the excited athlete reached down and crushed the girl's firmly resilient mounds together, completely burying the hard thick shaft of his penis in a mass of velvety flesh. The sensation was exquisite and Spencer cursed himself for not having made this experiment years ago. For a moment, he contented himself by playing excitedly with her nipples, tweaking the large buttons until they seemed ready to explode. Then, as his massively thickened cock began to tingle and twitch with lustful desire, he found he could no longer resist the temptation. Slowly almost patiently at first, the young man rocked his hips back and forth, carefully easing his blood-swollen organ in and out of the tight smooth valley formed by her breasts being pushed together. Oh, what a smooth sweet, tight cleft, he almost chanted to himself. Her softly yielding mounds were so close together that the tiny hardened nipples looked like two comically crossed eyes, gazing up at him as he gradually increased his stroke. As he pushed forward, the red bulbous tip of his cock poked out of this warm unnatural tunnel, seeping sparkling drops of seminal fluid as he worked himself into a wild state of excitement.
He warned himself to go slowly, however, sensing that his eagerly jerking penis was in danger of erupting before he was ready, there was a great deal more he wanted to do before he arrived at the moment to spill his hot load into the virginal whiteness of her body. He sat still for a moment, gazing fixedly down on her face, curious to see what kind of effect this depraved maltreatment was having on the pinioned blonde beauty.
She was turning on more and more intensely despite the unnatural act he was performing upon her helpless body, and Spencer was turned on even more by her lascivious response. The fact that he had succeeded in arousing this cold beauty did wonders for his already massive ego. Or was he kidding himself? Was she just acting again, trying to please him?
No, there was no possibility of an error. Behind his back, her hips and buttocks were grinding hungrily down into the plush sheets and mattress as her over-stimulated body pleaded for the sexual release she so wanted. This girl had been repressing her needs and physical passions too long, and now they were coming out like a waterfall! She would go for anything now!
The image of Jimbo screwing ruthlessly into Sally's mouth flooded back into Spencer's mind, and the thought so excited him that he nearly came right on the spot, just thinking about it. Just because this girl was turned on did not necessarily mean that she would perform that little trick, and
Spencer had even known a couple of groupies who refused oral sex, or at least had tried to. Was she ready for this? He had to find out!
Her lips were red and moist as she licked them incessantly with her darting tongue, and the young man found that he could not tear his eyes away from the tempting cavern of her mouth. She was obviously half out of her head with unsatisfied desire, and this would bring her no closer to the release she was dying for, but it was an experiment he had to try.
Releasing his grip on her breasts, the quarterback inched his way up, placing his knees just under her armpits and falling forward over her head on his hands so that his long fiery cock rested gently on the tip of her chin. The girl's eyes were still closed, but Spencer sensed that a certain tension was now running through her body, a tension which had not been there a moment before. Was she going to resist? It made no difference in the final analysis, since he was strong and cruel enough to take her any way he chose whether she liked it or not. But it would be so much better if she did it willingly. Spencer was feeling mellow and friendly tonight, not in the mood for raping her.
Jennifer's head was spinning wildly with the terrible combination of alcohol and lust, and a strange masochistic sensation had taken possession of her unwantedly aroused body. In the tiny portion of her brain which was still aware she knew perfectly well that she was prostituting herself, surrendering to all the vile lusts which she had successfully suppressed for so many years, but she also knew there was nothing she could do about it now. Somehow this young lout had managed to push all the right buttons. She sobbed inwardly as she thought how fast and how easily she had caved in, but she knew in all honesty that the hot streak of wantonness had been in her all along, just waiting for the right combination of circumstances to bring it to the surface.
The man was closing in on her now, and she realized that he wanted to do to her what Jimbo had done to Sally. He wanted to put his long hard penis into the undefiled sanctuary of her mouth and make her suck it. He wanted to shoot his hot steaming cum into the depths of her throat!
The time for resistance was long gone, and she had let it pass without making a stand. Now it was too late to fight back. The man's hotly throbbing cock-head had crept forward another inch and was now resting directly on her wetly parted lips, and a long moment went by before either of them moved. The girl could smell vague traces of her own liquid passion mixing on the broad meaty surface of his cock with the droplets of cum which were seeping from the naked glans. What should she do now?
Spencer watched in amazement as the girl's mouth simply fell open, like that of a child preparing to swallow a pill, understanding at last that she was totally defeated and conquered. He had not forced her or threatened her the way Jimbo had been required to do with Sally at the beginning. She had virtually invited him in, like an honored guest. The athlete raised his buttocks slightly to improve upon the angle of entry, and then allowed his heavy muscular body to settle over her, his long pulsating rod slowly gliding past the rounded oval of her lips and up into her waiting mouth. He almost went out of his mind when he felt her soft warm cheeks close in as she began sucking-timidly at first, and then with a genuine hunger that could not be faked.
For Spencer, this was not that much of an innovation, since he had had more than his share of girls, women-wives of professors, too-during his years as a football player. Many of them had submitted, willingly or not, to the vile humiliation he was imposing on this young beauty. But somehow he could not recall the last time he had dominated anyone as young and fresh as this, and a tremble of pure sensual pleasure rippled through his powerfully built body as he felt the softness of her tongue swipe over the pulsating glans of his cock. She was a strange girl, and even though he knew she was a groupie and nothing more, the quarterback found himself treating her like someone of greater delicacy and sensibility. She behaved like a real young lady, and yet he could hardly believe how easily she had given in to this degenerate perversion.
But Spencer was far from being a philosophical man, and he wasted little time contemplating the mysteries of feminine sexual behavior. The woman's lips were at work, traveling steadily up and down the length of his massively throbbing cock and taking him farther and farther up into her throat with every passing minute. To make it even better, he gripped her head with both hands, pressing her cheeks inward to increase the pressure on his pummeling hardness while a low passionate groan broke from his lips.
She was sucking on him like a madwoman now, lashing her tongue around the long stiffened shaft as if she had been performing this same bizarre act all her life. It seemed as if all the lustful yearnings in her entire passion-wracked body had suddenly been transferred to her mouth, and the girl's wantonly aroused figure writhed beneath him on the bed as if she were possessed by some invisible phantom lover. The pressure on Spencer's cock was growing more intense by the moment, and he muttered incoherently, one weird erotic fantasy after another flowing through his over-stimulated mind.
In fact, Spencer had never intended to go all the way with his heartless attack on her mouth, wanting to have something left over for that tight little pussy he had observed earlier, but he found his willpower rapidly slipping away from him as her lips worked their magic on his super-sensitive cock. Now he was certain that he wanted to shoot a hotly searing stream of cum deep into the back of her throat and see her swallow it as if it were nectar from the gods! Nothing else would do!
His energy renewed by this sadistic thought, Spencer began flexing his loins roughly back and forth, driving his lewdly rampaging cock in and out of the narrow rounded opening created by the girl's straining lips, his buttocks resting lightly on her firmly up-thrust breasts. His eyes widened with delight as he watched her clasping lips open and shut as she gulped and sucked on his penis wildly, her hands instinctively rising to cup his heavy swinging balls between her fingers as if she were encouraging him to abuse her even more.
Spencer would have liked to have gone on all night, forever, but there was a hotness deep down in his loins which informed him clearly that the end was not far off. His balls were slapping ruthlessly against her chin as he worked himself up into an absolute lather of sexual frenzy, pounding into her as if he wanted to kill her, feeling his cock growing longer and harder as his orgasm approached.
When it came, he knew that he could not have stopped it if he had tried. like an oil well, the thick liquid gushed up from his balls and sprayed wildly out the tip of his convulsively jerking penis. He seized her head in a vise-like grip, unnecessarily fearful that she would ruin everything by turning away from him at the same moment, at the same time plunging his wildly ejaculating cock as deeply as possible into her throat.
But the girl was making no attempt to avoid this direly humiliating fate. Instead, hums and mews of passionately masochistic acceptance rumbled deep in her throat as the searing liquid poured endlessly into her. Her mouth worked unceasingly, choking down the hot sticky semen as he pumped it ruthlessly into her until his body was suddenly empty and drained. Spencer collapsed over the girl, his stomach resting on her forehead, momentarily exhausted, while she continued to suck and nibble on his slowly deflating penis, her tongue busily cleaning up every last drop of the lust-inspiring white substance he had geysered into her.
The insatiable blonde seemed oblivious to the fact that it was over, sucking away as fervently as ever despite the fact that his cock was softening and decreasing in size. Her hips were still grinding hungrily down into the bed and for a moment Spencer regretted that he had not bothered to satisfy her. But that cum had been too good to have missed for anything in the world.
Yet within a matter of minutes, something strange began to happen. Despite the fact that he had just enjoyed the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced, Spencer's super-stimulated cock began to jerk and quiver once again as she munched on him persistently. He could hardly believe what he was feeling, but it was clear that she was trying to arouse him all over again. And she was succeeding!
His cock began to thicken as she nursed it back into rigidity and life, biting and licking it tenderly as the young man felt the fires of lust slowly being rekindled in his loins. Now he wanted it again and he could feel the large bullet-like nipples on her jiggling breasts pressing urgently into his thighs, begging him to do what needed to be done. When his masculinity was restored to its full power, the drunken young woman sighed tiredly and slowly withdrew the glisteningly hard object from her mouth, a long slender strand of cum still connecting her moist lips to the pulsating head of his cock.
Her eyes opened at last and she looked at him directly, without the slightest trace of fear or shame For an instant she hesitated, obviously unsure of what she should say, but when the words finally came out, there was no mistaking the urgency of what she was begging him for.
"Please ... I need it so bad ... fuck me, please."
Spencer was surprised, but he wasn't the team's quarterback and captain because he didn't know when to respond and take advantage of a situation, and he reacted to this one with a speed that would have made the coach proud. Moving fast, he reacted with his finely honed body, sliding between her willingly outstretched legs and allowing the hardness of his chest to rest directly on the full cushioning mounds of her breasts, so long neglected. His hands probed down between her legs as he took his hard saliva-and-cum-moistened cock between his fingers and led its pulsing shaft directly to the hungrily clasping portals of her hot little cunt.
She was more than ready and Spencer could feel in a moment that her thighs and pussy were soaked with the orgiastic fluids flowing freely inside her over-excited body. Using the blunt tip of his cock, the young man carefully divided the wet blonde hairs of her pussy, pushing quickly past the eager outer lips. Deciding to finish it in one clean stroke, he gathered his knees under him, and stomped into her, snaking his thick palpitating cock all the way home to the delicate interior flesh of her craving vagina. There was not the slightest kind of resistance; the girl was so desperately turned on that her cunt expanded easily and gratefully to accept the bloated size of his massive cock.
"Oooooooohhhh," she moaned in total ecstasy as he plowed into her.
But she was tight, beautifully tight, and he could feel the elastic walls of her vaginal interior pressing maddeningly in on him from all sides, forcing him to groan in ecstasy. The girl seemed to be half out of her mind as he slowly began fucking in and out of her with long smooth strokes, putting his whole body into each one. Her arms wrapped instinctively around his neck and her hips bobbed and rotated, frantically answering each of his lustful thrusts with a counter-thrust up to meet him.
"Oh, God, do it, do it!" she pleaded, the words tumbling irrationally out of the mouth he had abused only a few moments before. "Fuck me harder!"
Spencer obeyed, surging into her energetically with long penetrating strokes which plunged deeper and deeper up into her belly as she flowered happily open before him; at last he had found the perfect lay. He promised himself he was going to have some real fun with this chick, and even thought of taking her away for a week to the mountains, where they could fuck for days on end.
Nor was there any doubt in Spencer's mind that she was as excited as he was. The young woman's body was twitching and contorting abandonedly as if she were receiving electroshock treatments, and her face was a sensual mask of uninhibited passion. A light fragrant layer of perspiration had broken over her skin and her lips were pulled back savagely over her white teeth as she bucked and heaved beneath the man. She was racing wildly toward fulfillment and it was obvious that nothing could stop her now.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" she shrieked, a strange, almost agonizing new feeling spreading over her body as the sensation built up deep in the pit of her stomach and began radiating out through every muscle in her body.
Spencer realized she was cumming, and he threw everything he had into it, fucking up into her with savage intensity as he slapped his sinewy hands underneath her churning buttocks, lifting the girl's ass-cheeks completely off the bed. The man wanted this to be a fuck she would remember to the end of her days, and he slaved over her like a madman, feeling her cunt flower open to receive him and the orgiastic juices from deep in her body come gushing out around his cock.
Her normally calm, serene face was barely recognizable now in her distorting passion as she ground out the fury of her orgasm, gasping and groaning like some wild creature, her legs splayed out obscenely wide. Spencer's bedroom resounded with the salaciously wet smacking noise of flesh colliding with flesh as they clawed each other with brutal primal intensity. Spencer tried to hold out a little longer, but the pressure was too much. Despite the fact that he had enjoyed a soul-wracking climax only a few minutes before, he felt the torrent sweep over him again, this time more powerfully than ever, and he fucked into her with all the fury in his body, spewing his lewdly spurting cum far up into her clasping cunt as she moaned out her own orgasm.
When it was over, they lay quietly without moving, his slowly deflating instrument still buried deep up in her totally satisfied vagina. The drunken girl seemed to be crying silently, but Spencer was too happy to pay much attention and he fell asleep where he was, his chest resting on the plump softness of her breasts.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was late in the afternoon when Jennifer awoke to Kevin's gentle, sensuous caresses. He was leaning over her, his weight resting on an elbow, and softly running a large hand over her pillowy breasts and flat undulating stomach. For a moment, while still entwined in the last clinging meshes of sated sleep, she thought it was Phillip who was slowly rousing her to consciousness and passion.
"Mmmmm, yummy. That feels good," she cooed, pulling the satin bedsheet down to her hips, revealing her blonde woolly tuft of pubic hair.
Kevin tongued her belly button and was about to mount her when he felt the girl's body tighten suddenly.
"Oh, it's you, Kevin," Jennifer said with a start after she had wiped the sleep from her eyes and focused on the massive muscular body hunched over her.
"Of course it's me, who else were you expecting?" Kevin said with a chagrined look. Confident of his carnal powers, it amazed him that this seemingly innocent girl couldn't remember who she was in bed with. She slid off the bed and dressed. He pulled his clothes on slowly, allowing his companion, as he always did, the pleasure of examining his finely defined muscular body, which was remarkable in the amount of muscle that bulged and flexed on its frame without making him seem husky. He jumped up and down lightly as he pulled his tight shorts over his hard, bulging ass.
Jennifer was thankful for this reverse striptease; it gave her time to collect her thoughts; to remember where she was, how she got there and what she was supposed to be doing. She remembered the night before, the undeniable pleasure this brutish animal had given her. Her entire body blushed as she remembered how it felt to have his hot, long rod spearing deep up inside her, how each thrust had sent shock waves of passion through her brain that still echoed faintly. Jennifer swiped the bedsheet up to her neck as Kevin leered at her.
"Kevin, I'm really hungry. Could you get me some breakfast?" Jennifer said sweetly.
"Sure, babe," he said. "I'm kind of hungry myself. I'm going down to the kitchen and mow down a couple of stacks of pancakes. Do you want to meet me down there, or should I bring something back for you?"
"Could you bring something back, please?" Jennifer said. She dreaded the thought of sitting at a crowded table, the object of a dozen knowing glances and hyperactive imaginations.
Kevin walked over to the bed and lightly tucked a hand up between her legs. "What would you like?"
"Oh, some toast, bacon and eggs, and orange juice," Jennifer replied matter-of-factly.
"You sure that's all?" Kevin said in a hurt tone.
"That's all for now. Hurry Kevin, I'm really famished," Jennifer spoke as if she were talking to a small boy.
"Be back in half an hour," Kevin said as he shut the heavy bedroom door behind him.
Thank God, Jennifer said to herself as she quickly hopped out of bed and frantically searched the room for her panties, shorts and T-shirt, afraid that Kevin would suddenly come back, or that somebody else would open the door and see her naked and defenseless. She found her clothes lying in little rumpled piles where they had been flung the night before.
She walked to a window and pulled back a heavy red-plush sash. The sun was bright and the remains of the previous night's festivities glittered on the front lawn: scores of paper plates, empty beer glasses and silverware. A few players and some coeds dressed in incredibly skimpy bikinis were stretched out on beach chairs, sipping drinks as they tanned.
Jennifer let go of the sash and sat down on the bed. Her back and inner thighs ached. She idly rubbed herself as she mapped out her strategy: I've got to get Kevin into Phillip's lab tonight, before he loses interest in me, the young beauty thought. It shouldn't be too much trouble. But I guess that means I'll have to spend the whole day with him.
She rolled her eyes at the thought of having to keep Kevin Spencer occupied for a whole day and then party with him that evening. The aching girl honestly didn't know if her body could take it, but she'd already gone this far.
I better make a couple of calls first, she thought, before Kevin comes back.
There was a phone on the nightstand next to the bed. She dialed Professor Beauchamp's number.
After a couple of rings a polite, crisp voice answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Phillip, I'm sorry about last night," she said in a timorous little-girl voice.
"Oh, Jennifer, I couldn't sleep at all last night," he said sorrowfully. "I want to apologize for acting the way I did. It's simply unforgivable."
"Please, Phillip, you don't have to apologize to me. It was my fault too running out like that. I hardly slept at all last night either." She kicked herself at the unintentional double entendre and sank into a mild depression, as she hated deceiving her lover but knew she could not confide in him. His apology intensified her guilt.
"I tried calling you this morning to apologize," Phillip said earnestly. "But you weren't home."
"No, I spent the night at a girl friend's," Jennifer quickly replied. "And I have to study for a test tonight, so I won't be able to see you, even though I want to so badly, sweetheart."
"I understand, Jennifer. Of course you should study and pursue your interests, and I promise I'll never make a fuss over having to share you with your studies again."
He was like a small boy, Jennifer thought triumphantly, though still feeling guilty about lying to him. These men are just like small boys, whether they're world renowned psychologists or sex-crazed football players, they'll do anything I want for a little loving and affection.
"So I'll see you tomorrow, Phillip," Jennifer cooed. "My place for dinner. And I promise you I'll be yours for the whole night."
Phillip sighed with anticipation. "I'll be there at six," he said expectantly. "So till then...."
"Just one more thing," Jennifer interrupted.
"Yes?"
"I'd sort of like to have some real privacy tonight," she said softly, in a little-girl voice. "You know, not be bothered with phone calls, so I was wondering if I could use the lab tonight? That is if you're not using it. Are you Phillip?" Her voice rose sweetly and sensuously with the question.
"Why sure, Jennifer," he replied. "You mean the apartment with the two-way mirror in the psychology building, right?"
"Yes, Phillip. That's it. Would it be any trouble?"
"No, honey. I'll leave the keys under the mat at the front door, okay?"
"Oh, you're so sweet," Jennifer cooed. "Thank you."
"It's my pleasure."
"Well, then I'll see you tomorrow night, Phillip.
Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Jennifer quietly hung up the phone, lowering it with an almost sensual tenderness onto the cradle, lost in the thought of caressing Phillip where she'd been afraid to touch him before, of wetly licking him all over his body, of swallowing his pulsing penis deep into her mouth and sucking him to ecstasy.
Again, she blushed at her own lewd thoughts and shook her head to free her brain for more important things, at least for the moment.
Now what's Stanley Jarret's number at the paper? Jennifer wondered. She called up information, got the number of the Daily Reporter and dialed quickly. Kevin would be back with her breakfast soon. As the phone was ringing at the other end, Jennifer heard footsteps outside her door. She hid the phone under the satin blanket and lay on top of it, shivering with anxiety. She heard what sounded like a couple of husky football players giggling. But they didn't come in, probably afraid that Kevin was still in there with her, and moved on after a few tense seconds.
"What is this, a joke or something!" Jennifer heard squealing out of the phone as she raised it to her ear. Unmistakably, it was Stanley Jarret, instigator of this plot that found her trapped in Kevin Spencer's bedroom.
"Shhh!" Jennifer hissed into the phone. "Be quiet, Stanley. It's me, Jennifer."
"So what's the idea...."
"Stanley, will you be quiet," Jennifer said with an almost snake-like hiss. "Now just shut up and listen. I'm pretty sure I can lure Kevin Spncer and some of his friends into Professor Beauchamp's lab tonight."
"Gee, that's great Jen...."
"Stanley, just be quiet. I haven't got much time. Kevin's going to be back any second."
"Oh, really?! "
"Stanley! Now, listen!" Jennifer crawled under the blanket and spoke in a swift whisper as she revealed her plan. "Professor Beauchamp leaves his keys under the doormat to the lab. He always does that. I'm going to get Spencer and his friends over there around seven o'clock, which means you'll have to be there by 6:30. The key to the observation room, the one that looks into the apartment is on the same ring as the apartment key. Don't forget to put it back under the mat!"
"Don't worry about me."
"Okay, I've got to go now." In a series of swift movements, Jennifer hung up the phone, popped up from under the sheets, frantically, but precisely replaced the phone in the exact spot she remembered taking it from the night table, and sat up on the bed with her legs demurely crossed. She was just in time to welcome Kevin back into the room with a sweet, innocent smile.
"You haven't starved to death waiting for me?" Kevin said.
"No, but I wish you could have eaten a little faster," Jennifer said, becoming more and more sure of herself with each passing second. She was sure now that she could lure Kevin to Phillip's lab that evening and entice him into committing the type of lewd behavior that would make great reading on the front page of the Daily Reporter. For a moment she felt some pity for this unwitting, carefree athlete who was now setting up a portable table on which to place her breakfast tray. She smiled as his massive hands fumbled with the dainty knobs and screws until he finally fashioned a sturdy structure and placed it next to the bed.
Jennifer ate heartily, gulping down the orange juice and polishing off the bacon, eggs and toast in a few large bites. Her hunger surprised her. First, she had never been the slightest bit hungry after making love with Phillip, and second, she should be at least nervous, if not scared, about hatching a plot to do in Westfield College's hero. She wiped some crumbs from her mouth and snuggled next to Kevin, who had sat down next to her on the bed. She was careful to make sure that one of her luscious breasts nuzzled against his bare, muscular arm.
"So what do you want to do today?" Kevin asked with a lewd grin. He slowly slid a hand up her satin thigh, but before it reached its destination, Jennifer gently but firmly diverted its course.
"No, not now, Kevin," Jennifer said as if she were addressing a rambunctious schoolboy. "I want to learn more about you. There'll be time for that tonight, right?"
"Sure, whatever you say," he said.
As she listened to Kevin talk about his childhood and his endless exploits on the football field-God, how many of these stories does he have? Jennifer thought to herself-she would tease him by nipping at his earlobes, lightly kissing him on his massive and, evidently, quite sensitive, neck. She could tell she was arousing him, but always managed to cool him down just before he got out of hand. Jennifer played with her newfound power over men as if it were a new toy, testing its limits, deciding on the tactics that would give her the most pleasure, and the most control over it. They stayed in the bedroom all afternoon: Jennifer's instinctive guess had been right, the only thing that could keep Kevin Spencer's mind off sex was talking about Kevin Spencer. But she brought his thoughts back to the primal impulse often enough to make sure he would follow her eagerly to the lab that evening.
She almost drove him crazy with her teasing caresses. One time, she brazenly opened the fly of his shorts, stuck her hand in and pulled out his cock, which grew and stiffened in her hand. She gently slid her hand up and down the thickening rod, at the same time telling him to keep talking. Tell me more about your childhood, she said, as she caressed his cock with maddening delicacy. Minutes went by, but she did not pick up the speed of her slowly pistoning hand and continued to say, "Tell me more about the five touchdowns you scored in one game," when she knew he was simmering with passion.
Then, just as she could sense him losing control she stopped, with a suddenness that caused him to groan.
"Oh, please, Jennifer, don't stop."
But she paid no heed to his plea and instead deftly tucked his fiery red rod back into his pants.
"How many yards was it you said you gained against State?" Jennifer asked with an innocent tone as Kevin lay back on the bed and could muster no reply except to say, "Oh shit, Jennifer, why couldn't you keep going?"
"Don't worry, Kevin," she said. She bent over him, her large nipples pointing sharply through her thin shirt. Kevin couldn't take his eyes off the dark circles pushing through the thin fabric; a large hand rose from his side and lewdly fondled her as she spoke to him. "You know what I'd like to do tonight," she said bending her mouth close to his. She pulled his hand off her breast, but instead of shoving it away she guided it up under her tightly fitting shirt so that he could roll the large, thimble-like nipple in the palm of his hand. "What I'd like to do is have a party with you and some of the other guys on the football team. Not here, but at this really neat apartment I know."
Kevin merely grunted his approval; he was intent on fondling her large, firm breasts.
"Kevin, did you hear me?" Jennifer said. "Leave my breasts alone for a second and listen to me." She roughly pulled his hand from under her shirt and said, "Kevin, are you and some of the guys going to come over to that apartment I was talking about? It's six o'clock now, I have to know if you're coming."
"Sure," Kevin replied with a lewd grin, "I'll come wherever you want me to. How about right now, too?"
Jennifer kissed him lightly on the mouth, then pushed him away and got off the bed. "There's beer in the refrigerator there and snacks, so we can just go over whenever you're ready."
"You sure are in a mighty big hurry to get over there," Kevin said.
"No I'm not. It's just that ... well, I had so much fun at the party last night, I'd like to return the favor."
"Where is this place...." Kevin's question was interrupted by the phone ringing. "Who could that be?" Kevin asked.
"Why don't you answer it and find out?" Jennifer said, sitting down in a chair near the window.
"Hello," Kevin said. "Yeah, this is he." After he said those words he was silent for an eternity, it seemed to Jennifer. His face remained impassive as he listened intently for what was actually only about five minutes, but every once in a while he would glance at Jennifer. His jaw muscle twitched nervously. Finally, he slammed down the phone after saying with repressed anger, "Thanks, don't worry, I'll sure take care of it."
"What was that about?" Jennifer asked in a carefree manner, which took some acting because her stomach was one large knot.
"Oh..." Kevin hesitated. Jennifer sensed that he was trying to think fast, to come up with a lie that sounded plausible. "It was a ... just from a fraternity that's giving a party for charity and they want one of my jerseys to auction off."
"That's all you're going to take care of? You sounded kind of mad."
"Just forget about that. Now..." again he was thinking, Jennifer could tell, as he stroked the stubble on his chin. "About that party. Me and my friends sure would like to come, but we're going to have to stop over at that other party, you see, and so why don't you go over there first and wait for us?"
"Why can't I go with you?" Jennifer asked, trying to hide her anxiety under a carefree manner. She looked out the window at the still bright day outside, wishing that she were outside too and not trapped, she was definitely beginning to sense she had lost control over Kevin, trapped in this room with a hard-muscled athlete who definitely knew something she did not.
"A ... no, you wouldn't like that," he said, getting up off the bed and moving toward the door. "It's a stag party, you see."
A charity stag party! Jennifer thought to herself. I would have thought even a football player could have come up with a better story than that. But she decided not to press the point. Whatever the problem was, it probably had nothing to do with her, she decided, so there was no sense in getting paranoid and thinking that somehow her cover had been blown.
"Yeah, I guess I would be a little out of place there," Jennifer said, as Kevin opened the door to the bedroom. She walked to the door and cuddled against Kevin's muscular arm. He seemed strangely aloof in his manner. His kisses were cold and dry.
"So where is this place?" Kevin asked. "We'll meet you over there after we drop by this charity thing."
"You'll come straight from there?" Jennifer asked. "Yeah, sure."
"But I thought you said it was a stag party."
"Yeah, so?"
"Well," Jennifer asked. "I'm not going to be the only girl at the party, am I?"
Kevin blushed slightly. "No. Well, I meant we're coming back here first to pick up some ladies."
Why is he lying to me, Jennifer wondered. "Sure, I knew that's what you meant. Sometimes I just can't help being picky and nosey."
"Yeah, I know," Kevin said. "You know, you'd make a good reporter."
Jennifer didn't like the way he smiled when he said that. It was too toothy and forced. "Not a bad idea," was all she could come up with as a reply.
Jennifer gave Kevin the address of the apartment which was in the psychology building. She told him it was used to house visiting professors and that she had a friend who looked after the apartment and that's how she knew about it and that it was empty tonight.
"Okay, we'll be there, don't worry." Kevin said.
"Okay, see you soon." They walked down the stairs to the front door. Kevin opened it for her and kissed her on her lips before she walked out. "Bye."
He closed the door and watched the beautiful girl walk to the front gate. "I'm going to get that bitch," he said as he stomped toward the kitchen to talk to his teammates about something important.
CHAPTER SIX
The hollow sound of her footsteps echoing down the corridor of the psychology building matched the lonely, hollow sensation Jennifer felt in her insides. Her parting with Kevin at the football team's fraternity house seemed more and more ominous. Why did he say I'd make a good reporter, she wondered. But how could he know. The young girl reached the door to the apartment and felt under the doormat for the key. It was there. Before fitting it into the knob of the door she walked a few steps down the corridor and tapped lightly on a door that she would never have noticed if he hadn't known it was there. Only a thin, black crack separated it from the surrounding surface of the wall.
"Stanley, it's Jennifer, you in there?"
There was no reply, but she did hear the scurrying of several pairs of feet. Then, she heard Stanley's voice. He spoke to her through the door.
"Don't worry, we're ready for action, now get away from the door."
"Take it easy, Stanley. They're not here yet. They had to go somewhere first, but they'll be here, don't worry."
"The only thing that's worrying me is the team walking in here and finding you talking to a door. Now get the hell away from here!" His voice was tense. She knew he and whoever else was in there must be sweating from the tension in addition to the closeness of the small room.
"All right, take it easy," Jennifer said in a mock whisper. "I won't scare you any longer." She opened the door to the apartment and turned on the lights. It was a well-furnished three-room apartment. The foyer opened into the living room, which was rather large and stocked with books, liquor and tasteful Danish modern furniture. A large window set in the back wall of the living room, opposite the front door, looked out onto the main quadrant of the campus. She could see the large plush lawn which was surrounded by two-and three-story Gothic buildings housing the various school departments. She drew the drapes closed, then turned to the large mirror set into the wall on her right. This was the two-way mirror. A person standing in the room would see only his or her reflection in the glass, but in the small, closet-sized room behind it, an observer, in this case Stanley Jarret along with a movie camera on a tripod and a cameraman, had a clear view of the entire room and a glimpse of the hallway that ran off the foyer to the kitchen and bedroom. The observers saw Jennifer's luscious body through the mirror.
"Boy, that chick's got some body!" said the cameraman excitedly. "Look at those tits; her goddamn nipples are gonna rip a hole right through her shirt! Damn, I hope they rip her fucking clothes of-f!"
"Take it easy, Scott. Will you, please!? Make sure that that thing's in focus." But as he chided the cameraman, Stanley couldn't deny that he was getting one glorious hard on just thinking about what Jennifer looked like in the nude. "You got her in focus?"
"This camera ain't the only thing I wish I had focused on her!" Scott said lewdly. "Damn, look at those tits."
Jennifer waved into the mirror and blew a kiss to Stanley. Then she turned and went into the kitchen to prepare some snacks and make sure there was enough beer.
Jennifer had just placed the sandwiches on the low table in the living room when there was a knock at the door. Jennifer smoothed her blonde hair in the mirror and walked quickly to the door.
She opened it to find several hulking football players filling the doorway. She noticed Jimbo, but Kevin was nowhere to be seen.
"Hello, fellas," she said with a smile that failed to hide her anxiety. "Where's Kevin? Is he still at the charity party?"
Jimbo stepped into the room without answering; the other players followed, their heavy feet digging deep ruts in the plush carpet. When the door was closed by the last one in, and locked, Jimbo replied, "Never mind where Kevin is, is anyone from the paper here?" Two players to the side of Jimbo advanced upon her.
"Baby, you're in a heap of trouble," Jimbo continued menacingly.
The group of players followed Jennifer into the living room as she backed away from them.
"Hey, Jimbo, before we mess her up, I've been hankering to have a go at this little chick. It doesn't look like Kevin is gonna want to have much to do with her any more ... do you know what I mean?" A behemoth with incredibly bulging arms said this as he leered at Jennifer, who sought protection behind a pathetically inadequate sofa.
Jimbo knew what the behemoth meant. There was something about a beautiful girl in absolute terror for her life which roused the sadist in him, and he noticed as they advanced on her that his cock was twitching powerfully in his pants. Kevin would hardly object now that he'd found out from an anonymous tip from the student newspaper that this dame was trying to set him up, get him thrown out of school and possibly into jail. Jimbo had been nursing a yen for this big-breasted creature since the moment he'd seen her at the party the night before. This might be his last chance and it would reinforce his position on the team as a leader if he gave the boys a little treat.
Jennifer glanced desperately from one man to the other, failing to find the slightest hint of mercy in any face. They were all wearing football shirts with their numbers on them. Number forty-two was a thin athletic boy, whom she had seen laughing cruelly and sensually at the party last night. He was the youngest team member, at least he looked that way with his baby face, and he was probably anxious to prove to the others how tough he was. And she knew automatically that there was nothing to be expected from Jimbo in the way of pity. They wouldn't dare kill her, she knew, but it was going to be close, very close. They probably wouldn't decide what to do with her until Kevin came. In the meantime, they would feel free to do anything they felt like doing with her helpless young body, since it was obvious that her short run as Kevin's mistress was over. Nor were they likely to be particularly gentle ... Jimbo was unfastening his belt and advancing on her, and things did not look good. In between the terror, Jennifer wondered who the informer on the newspaper could be. Some creep in the sports section, I bet, who must have overheard Stanley talking, him with his big mouth!
"How about some fun and games while we're waiting for Kevin to get here!" Jimbo said as a sinister smile stole across his hard merciless face.
Jennifer realized now that Kevin had sent them over first to work her over.
The belt flickered out viciously, stinging one of the girl's full, tapered thighs, and she cried out with the unexpected pain, trying to back farther away from the players and finding that she was already in a corner.
"You have the nicest pair of tits I've ever seen," Jimbo said lewdly. "Why don't you show them to Billy Joe, here? You like tits, don't you, Billy Joe?"
"You bet your sweet ass," rumbled one of the hulks that surrounded her. Jennifer counted five of them, well over half-a-ton of hulking, horny musclemen.
"Ah, the sweet ass! One thing at a time, Billy Joe," Jimbo said. "Now, baby, are you gonna show my friend here those nice big tits of yours, or do I have to use this belt again?"
The cornered reporter shook her head in an effort to clear her mind, deciding that, while Stanley was looking on through the mirror, things couldn't get too far out of hand. Or could they? Jimbo's hand rose menacingly and his fingers flew quickly to the neckline of her T-shirt. So they wanted to see her breasts! So what, she had actually expected them to beat her. She pulled up the shirt which clung tightly to her body, knowing that this was only a prelude to sexual abuse of some kind, but what could they possibly do to her that Kevin had not already done? If she could only hold out until this evening was over, then they'd all be behind bars if things got out of hand. Then again, they could do a lot between now and tomorrow.
"Ah man, ain't that sweet!" growled number twenty-eight lasciviously as the trembling girl drew the shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor.
Blocked off from seeing Jennifer by the broad backs of the players, Stanley and the cameraman couldn't tell, yet, what was going on. "Can you see anything?" Scott asked as he felt his cock twitch with expectancy.
"Don't stop there, baby, we wanna see it all!" growled Jimbo.
Jennifer shrugged, knowing that this was inevitable, but hating the humiliation of stripping her quivering body naked in front of these ruthless men, any one of them, capable of crippling her with one blow. She pulled down her zipper and then her dungaree shorts, stepping out of them quickly, deciding that it was useless to anger them by offering any resistance to their orders. Her only hope was to keep her wits about her. There was no point in inviting them to beat her senseless when they were going to get what they wanted anyway.
"The rest, baby," commanded Jimbo, stepping closer to her with the whip. "Don't get us mad, now."
A shudder running through her lust-arousing form, the helpless girl obeyed, reaching behind her back to her buttocks and with trembling fingers sliding the frail white nylon panties down over her smooth flanks. She was naked and she closed her eyes, waiting for the next depraved order. Whatever it was, she would have to obey. She had run out of options!
The belt in Jimbo's hand sailed through the air, catching her cruelly on the breasts, and she cried out in pain as the cold leather creased the tender skin around her nipples.
Scott's sweat and body heat was turning the room behind the mirror into a greenhouse. "What's going on? Did one of those guys hit her or what?" he said peering through the camera eyepiece.
"I don't know," replied Stanley. "Just make sure whatever happens you get it on film!"
"Down on your knees, bitch!" snarled Jimbo. Jennifer dropped quickly to the floor, seeing nothing but violent lust and hatred in his face. This was a man who enjoyed torture, she sensed, and she realized that she was notlikely to be too strong if they decided to make her talk. She would hold out as long as she could, but in the end she guessed that she was probably not destined to be very brave.
But the quintet that surrounded her was in no mood for interrogation at the moment. They wanted sex, revenge could come afterwards. Then they would find out who put her up to this.
"Now crawl over here, sweetie," said Billy Joe, stepping forward for the first time and giving orders. "I want a little action from those luscious lips of yours."
Jennifer gagged inwardly at the thought of what he was going to do to her, but Jimbo was standing by with the belt, and there was no point in asking for more pain. There would be enough of that to come as it was, and she had to concentrate on hanging on until Stanley realized things were getting out of hand and that he should call the police. She crawled forward, seeing the man unfasten the front of his pants as she approached him. The other men parted the way for her.
For the first time Stanley and Scott saw that she was totally naked and about to give one of the players a blow job.
"Holy shit!" cried Scott. For a second Stanley thought his whole body was going to squeeze through the eyepiece as he pressed his face against the camera. "Look at those tits hanging down. See how they're swaying back and forth."
"Damn, I never realized her tits were that big," Stanley said. "But keep it down, Scott. Make sure you get this on film and keep your mouth shut!"
"Come on, sweetie, get it out. There's a present for you in there," Billy Joe grinned at her obscenely as she knelt slavishly before him, her shoulders quivering with fear. She knew what she had to do, but she hesitated a fraction of a second, staring straight ahead at the man's unzipped fly.
"Aaaaagggghhhh!" The belt sailed through the air again, catching her on her naked shoulders, reminding her that she was not allowed to delay. Tears streaming over her cheeks, she raised her hands and opened the man's pants, finding that his jerking, tapered penis was already hard and ready for action. Blushing with the humiliation of what she was about to do, she wrapped her trembling fingers around the thick rigid shaft and clumsily withdrew it from his pants, staring at it dumbly as it waved in her face.
"Let's go, baby, I'm gonna cum in midair if you don't get a move on it!"
The man was too impatient to wait for her to obey. Slapping his hands to her head, he worked his thumbs in from either side, forcing her mouth open as a violent sob raced through her body. She had sucked a penis before, of course, with Kevin Spencer, but now it was different. This time she was kneeling naked on the floor in the callous presence of five horny football players, and there was nothing remotely romantic about it. He was going to rape her mouth ruthlessly and cruelly ... and then ... who knew?
She opened her eyes and saw the man peeling back the thick foreskin of his cock, exposing the broad moist glans poised only an inch or two from her trembling lips. At least from this position, his penis seemed abnormally long, and she felt sure he was going to choke her to death on that massive object. Certainly, there was nothing about him which could lead her to hope he would be gentle.
She was given no more time to contemplate the difficulties of her position. Billy Joe moved suddenly, flicking his hips brutally forward and burying his thickly lurching instrument into the unnatural sanctuary of her mouth while Jimbo and the others calmly pulled up the sofa and chairs, as if this were a circus performance and they were the spectators.
In the room behind the mirror there was panic. Though it was not over a concern for Jennifer's safety.
"Damn," cried Scott, "they're blocking my view. She's giving him a blow job and I'm not getting anything on film!"
Tears of humiliation streamed down Jennifer's cheeks as she let the thick pole of cock-flesh ram forward along the smoothly moist surface of her mouth, causing her to gag and choke as the football player probed inside of her.
"Either you start sucking, baby, or I start making you hurt," she heard him threatening, and fear overwhelmed the revulsion she was feeling. She obeyed, tightening her lips firmly around the hard, throbbing shaft of his cock until she had formed a perfect oral seal. She could feel the massive tip of his organ sliding obscenely back and forth on the surface of her tongue, secreting tiny droplets of lubricating fluid to mix with the saliva already accumulating inside her mouth.
The man began to undulate his hips as Jimbo chuckled cruelly, occasionally tapping her bare buttocks with the belt just to remind her that he was there and watching. The eyes of the players, enjoying their unaccustomed role as spectators, were feasting on her helpless naked flesh as the girl submissively allowed her mouth to be violated, and Jimbo found that he could not keep his hands off her. So this was the chick Kevin had enjoyed last night. She wasn,t so hot. She sure could use a lot more experience, and boy was she going to get it tonight!
Jimbo decided he would get the whole truth out of her after Billy Joe was finished. Kevin had told him that the girl wanted to lure some players to this room, but said he didn't know why, that an informant on the sports staff of the school's newspaper had just told him to watch out for her. Well, he would have the truth out of her in no time.
The exposed girl could feel Jimbo's fingers roaming lewdly over her body as the football player's enormous cock sawed lasciviously in and out of her cruelly stretched mouth, and she knew that Jimbo was going to be next in line. Before her, she could see nothing but the tufts of black pubic hair and Billy Joe's flat, muscular stomach and she groaned miserably, dark despair slowly taking possession of her mind. "Is Stanley going to call the police?" she wondered. Afraid that he might abandon her just for a good story.
"Come on, baby, put some skin into it," Billy Joe commanded from somewhere high above her, and she responded, realizing that she might as well get it over with as soon as possible. The man's sinewy hands were tugging on her hair and she knew he was in a position to hurt her badly whenever he wished. Taking a deep breath, the captive girl began sucking on him as hard as she could, moving her tongue delicately around the moistly hardened tip of the man's rigid eock, and teasing the tiny slit in his glans until she could feel him quivering with mounting excitement. She knew that the instrument she held obscenely between her fearfully working lips could explode furiously at any moment, flooding her mouth with his hot, sticky sperm, but it no longer mattered how they tortured and humiliated her. The important thing was to stay alive. Perhaps if she pleased them by doing precisely what they asked of her, they would be less cruel ... but this was a vain, useless hope, and she knew it.
There was nothing else to do, and she moved her head slavishly up and down over the impaling cock-shaft, sucking on him wildly as if he were the man she loved best in the world instead of a complete stranger. Billy Joe groaned in obvious passion as the girl kneeling below him struggled to suck the thick milky semen from his body into hers, feeling her tongue dart insistently up and down the smoothly glistening length of his stiffened penis. Showering her with the vilest obscenities that came floating into his head, he watched delightedly as his stoutly thick cock wormed its way up through the tightly clasped elastic ring of her lips and into the moist depths of her throat.
Meanwhile, Jimbo was losing control of himself, kneeling beside the tormented girl and running his hands lustfully over the exposed curves of her helplessly voluptuous body. Soon, touching her with his cruelly prying fingers was no longer enough, and he dropped down behind her, pressing his lips hungrily over the tempting mounds of her buttocks and the small of her back while his hands stole up between her legs to torment the tiny bud of her clitoris.
Jennifer groaned thickly as she felt this new degrading assault, the saliva in her mouth mixing with the seminal emissions from Billy Joe's pillaging cock, threatening to choke her. She swallowed, caught her breath and sucked on as hard as she could, wanting desperately to be finished with the subordinate before Jimbo got completely out of hand and launched his own obscene attack.
Already Jimbo's hand was rummaging around between her slightly spread thighs, tormenting the delicately soft flesh of her pussy lips and pressing her buttocks farther and farther apart as if he wanted to tear her in two. But her poor, abused vaginal crevice did not seem to be the main focus of his interest, and Jennifer's mind nearly went into orbit as she felt him dip his middle finger into the moistness of her cunt and then ... then immediately transfer it to the tight little circle of her anus. Jimbo was mumbling savagely under his breath, half out of his mind at the prospect of having this helpless beauty who'd been with the team's quarterback only the night before. Usually he had to wait longer than that.
His finger was thoroughly moistened with the natural juices from her vagina, and he circled it tormentingly around the tiny virginal opening of her anus. Jennifer wiggled miserably, her mind filling with confusion and fear. What did this mean? What did he want of her? Then suddenly, he thrust, sinking his merciless middle finger up into her rectum as far as the first knuckle.
"Aaagghhh!" she groaned, her voice muffled by the presence of the obscenely swollen cock in her mouth, her body jerking forward as the skewering finger dug into her even more. At the same moment, Billy Joe thrust into her even more deeply and her hands flew up to seize his pounding cock by the shaft in an effort to keep him from choking her to death.
"That's right, chick," he panted at her hoarsely, his body going wild with perverse delight as the added pressure of her hands heightened his pleasure. "Hang on to it for me!"
Things were becoming too complicated for her, the young reporter's mind became confused. There was the unnatural pain as Jimbo pushed fiercely up into her tormented anus, adding a second finger to the first and twisting to expand the narrow, cruelly-stretched opening. But Billy Joe's wildly pummeling cock soon managed to distract her from the horrors Jimbo was working between her legs, for she could feel the young man's mercilessly thick cock throbbing and quivering frantically against the eagerly licking surface of her tongue as if it were preparing to explode at any moment. The man seemed to be losing his mind as his orgasmic spasm approached, and his fingers wound tortuously into her long blonde hair to pull his loins closer and closer to her violated face. He was nearly ready to cum into her throat. Jennifer realized that there was nothing she could do but take it.
She cooperated willingly in her own defilement, wanting more than anything else to get it over with. She had completely forgotten now that her compatriots were hidden behind the mirror. She did her best to ignore the fact that Jimbo was still sawing lecherously at the nether entrance to her body, trying to concentrate her energies on Billy Joe. A second later, the man groaned as his cock began jerking savagely back and forth, fiery jets of semen spewing out of him and spraying deep into her throat. The girl choked as her mouth filled rapidly with the lust-arousing liquid, her Adam's apple bobbing frantically as she was faced with the depraved choice of swallowing his semen or choking on it. Her lips closed tightly around his wildly ejaculating cock, and she sucked him dry like a madwoman, draining him completely of his seed so that he would have none left to inspire him to attack her again.
His climax seemed to go on for an eternity until
Billy Joe's sputtering penis gave one final cataclysmic spurt and then began slowly to deflate. Thinking she was finished, Jennifer allowed the wetly dropping penis to fall from her exhausted lips, using her tongue to lick away the lewd traces of sperm which still clung to her mouth and chin. Jimbo yanked his offending fingers free of her anus, his voice hard and menacing as he spoke.
"You ain't finished yet, baby. Lick him clean!"
There was no resistance left anywhere in her and the girl hurried to obey, knowing that Jimbo was in a position to make her do whatever he wanted. She leaned forward, taking Billy Joe's glistening cock in her hands and tenderly licking away the last traces of his milky semen, her tongue darting into all the tiny crevices on the athlete's languidly convulsing tool. She had decided to make one last attempt at convincing them she was no media Mata Hari, and as soon as Billy Joe stepped away from her to tuck his satisfied cock back into his pants, she turned around on her knees to face Jimbo.
As Billy Joe stepped back and she turned, the entire lewd scene was revealed to the camera behind the mirror.
"Holy shit!" Scott grunted in a hoarse whisper. "She's got cum all over her face. They're gonna fucking gang-bang the shit out of her. You think maybe we should call the cops, Stanley?"
"Are you kidding!? " Stanley whispered. "This broad's been screwed so many times a couple more won't make any difference. She knew what she was getting into."
"And now we know what's getting into her!" Scott said with almost a snake-like hiss. "Okay, honey, smile. You're on candid camera!"
"Please..." Jennifer stammered as she spoke entreatingly to Jimbo. "You've got to listen to me...."
"I'm listening," replied Jimbo, seizing her shoulders with his hands and forcing her down on her elbows so that her ripely succulent breasts were brushing against the warm, woolly surface of the carpet. "You were going to tell me whose idea this was at the paper and why you wanted to lure Spencer over here!"
"No ... no, I don't know what you're talking about."
Jimbo didn't seem to be interested in anything but a confession. Billy Joe had slumped back on the sofa to rest from his erotic draining. Another footballer stepped forward; he had long red hair and massive shoulders. He dropped to his knees in front of the helpless girl, pinning her shoulders to the floor while her buttocks waved ridiculously in the air since her knees were still bent under her. Jimbo was maneuvering around her, his hands once again reaching to the tempting twin cheeks of her ass. Once more his hands invaded her loins, his finger digging persistently up between her widely spread half-moons. The girl jerked forward, feeling the pain as he thrust two cruel fingers into the narrow opening.
"Hang onto her, Danny," Jimbo commanded harshly. "I got some questions to ask and she might get a little restless while she's thinking up answers." Danny chuckled. The rest of the audience, the two players standing over the show, Billy Joe, who sat up on the couch, and the two voyeurs behind the mirror, watched with wide eyes and open mouths.
Danny put all of his weight on the girl's shoulders so that she could barely move a muscle. She began to cry, but nobody paid the slightest attention to her pleas.
"Now, I want to know whose idea this was, and why you wanted to lure Spencer here," Jimbo demanded, his voice low and threatening as his fingers continued to pry at the frail portals of her anus.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she sobbed, deciding she would hold out until the pain became unbearable. "Honest...."
"You're gonna make it difficult, eh?" the looming interrogator asked, unzipping his trousers and letting his already hardened cock spring free into the air. "Well, you're making it hard for me and I'm gonna make it even harder for you!"
"What are you doing?" the girl quavered, feeling the broad, blunt end of his penis squeezing its way into the delicate valley between her buttocks.
"Man, look at that ass," Jimbo said with the honest admiration of a connoisseur. "This is one question-and-answer session I'm gonna enjoy. How about it, baby? You ready to talk yet?"
The girl's only response was a sob as she tried to clamp the cheeks of her buttocks together to keep his lewdly advancing cock out. She had never heard of this particular perversion before, but Jimbo was depraved and horny enough to try anything, and the more it hurt her the better, as far as he was concerned. But he would kill her if he tried to make love to her there! It was unnatural! A woman was simply not built to take a man into the rear entrance to her loins!
She broke out into a cold sweat of fright as she felt his cruelly gripping hands pry her buttocks apart, and his relentless cudgel make contact with her tiny elastic anal ring. No, no, no, she was sobbing to herself, half out of her mind with fear, desperately but uselessly twisting her naked body in a vain effort to avoid this degenerate impalement. But Danny increased his hold upon her shoulders, and she had no room for maneuvering since Jimbo was blocking her only possible path of retreat from the rear. Between them, the two men had her completely paralyzed and she cried out with fear and rage as the hard meaty tip of Jimbo's cock probed the entrance to her rectal depths.
"Nooooooo!" she pleaded with him, knowing that it was all pointless, but unable to keep herself from screaming.
"Who's behind this?" snarled Jimbo, still determined to torture the truth out of her no matter what he had to do.
"Please ... no one..." she persisted, sure that they would get even rougher if they found out that they were being filmed this very second.
Jimbo threw all the weight of his body against her upturned buttocks, and there was a loud popping sound in the room as the tightly resisting nether ring lost its battle to repel this depraved invasion.
"Christ, she's tight! Never had it like this before, did you, baby?" he tormented her, groaning a little himself as the elastic tissue of her rectum pressed in on his hardened cock. The girl was groaning in pain, but no one was paying the slightest attention, all that she could think about was the horrible ache in her anus from which there was no escape. The pain was radiating out in all directions, seeming to fill every tissue in her body, as he inched his turgid cock up into her. Jimbo was grunting with the effort of forcing his heedless cock into this unnatural opening, but the footballer seemed to be possessed by some mindless persistence which drove him on relentlessly.
"Why did you try to trap Spencer, to get him into this room?" he challenged her again, stabbing into her with one final massive lunge which carried his marauding cock all of the way up inside her agonized rectum to the very hilt. "Talk, you bitch, before I ream the shit out of you!"
But Jennifer was too far gone now to obey even if she had wanted to, and her only answer was a pain-filled moan. The man's organ felt as if it were burning its way into her like a fiery spear and the best she could manage under the circumstances was a moan of anguished submission. Even screaming hurt too much!
Jimbo postponed beating the truth out of her for the moment, concentrating all his attention on sodomizing her in a way she would remember the rest of her life, however long or short it turned out to be. With long, tortuous strokes, he began to surge in and out of her, penetrating the resilient moistness of her rectum again and again until the frail tissues gradually tired of their resistance and surrendered to the inevitable. The trapped blonde gasped and moaned slavishly with each pounding stroke and tiny wisps of anal flesh clung to the rigid shaft of Jimbo's cock on the backstroke only to disappear inside her again when he forced himself forward into the depths of her tormented body. She could hardly move a muscle as the two husky athletes held her between them with vise-like grips; finally, the easiest thing to do was to let her body go slack and allow them to do their worst.
Jimbo felt her body relax beneath him, observing that the offended nether passageway was now becoming progressively easier and easier to penetrate and he stepped up the pace, his fingernails digging into the firmly yielding flesh of her hips as he abused her mercilessly. For the brutalized girl, the worst of the pain had now passed and she was left with nothing more than the certain knowledge that she was being soiled so foully that she would never be able to feel clean again. In the realm of disgrace and humiliation, there was no way to go any lower; this was the bottom of the barrel.
Hatred swept into her mind and, instead of worrying about if and when help would arrive, or if the horny football players would beat her when they were finished, she began to imagine killing them all. She fantasized about holding a gun to Jimbo's head and slowly pulling the trigger. She could have murdered him with pleasure after this, and she devoutly hoped that someday she would get the chance.
No, the fight had not gone out of her completely, and she struck back at the pervert who was violating her in the only way she could, tightening the muscles of her anus with all the strength left in her ravaged young body.
"Christ, she's tight!" Jimbo grunted, throwing his head back and baring his teeth as she clamped down on him. Danny had released his hold on her shoulders slightly and she used this precious margin of freedom to surge back against Jimbo, pounding her widespread buttocks into his loins in a deadly effort to end it all for him. All right, she was thinking wildly, if they want to fuck me like this, let them! Two can play this game.
Unfortunately, Jimbo misinterpreted her intentions, seeing only that her bruised, perspiration-covered body had suddenly come to life. The girl's hips were rotating furiously in tiny little circles and her whole torso was undulating wildly as if she were suddenly consumed with animal primal passion.
"That's a girl," he crowed triumphantly, thinking mistakenly that he had successfully conquered her body and soul. She was loving every minute of it, that much was obvious to his astonished eyes, and for a moment doubt filtered back into his mind: Perhaps she was nothing more than a groupie! Would an undercover reporter react like this to violent sodomy?
The young woman continued to buck and churn as if she were possessed by the devil, slamming the smoothly rounded half-moons of her buttocks back into his muscular loins in what was really a desperate maneuver to coax him into cumming. The only way she could end this horrifying anal rape was to excite him to the point where he was forced to fire his hotly lewd load of sperm into the virginal depths of her belly, and Jennifer fucked back at him like a slave, trying to make it happen.
The turned on rapist responded, working over her like a demon as he felt the heat build up in his testicles like a boiler about to burst.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!" she groaned, once again in real agony as she felt the man's iron-hard cock expanding ruthlessly inside her badly stretched flesh. He held still suddenly for a long moment as an explosive spasm swept over him, and then he groaned just once as he rammed himself as far up into her as was humanly possible. Jennifer began to weep all over again as she felt her knees collapsing out from under her, and she fell flat on her stomach with Jimbo's body on top of her.
"Oh, man, that was something else," he moaned, feeling one of his rare moments of true sexual satisfaction. "I can't remember the last time I got my rocks off like that!"
"What'll we do with her now?" Danny asked.
"Mmmmmm, let's see," Jimbo said, pondering what else was left to do.
Jennifer sprawled naked on the floor.
She made a few plaintive gestures with her hands toward the impassive surface of the mirror before she sank down prone on the floor behind the sofa, out of sight from the two observers behind the glass.
Jimbo stuck a toe in the crevice of her ass and gave it a sharp jab, but too weak to respond with either indignation or pleas for mercy, Jennifer could muster only enough strength to whimper pathetically.
"Whatsamatter, baby? You can't be tired already. The fun's just beginning," Jimbo said tauntingly. "But I guess maybe you could use a short rest. So, if Billy Joe over there'll rip the phone out of the wall-thank you Billy Joe-we'll check what's in the refrigerator and let you catch up on your beauty sleep, 'cause, frankly darling, you look like shit." The group of players giggled like a group of delinquents who had just thrown a rock through their teacher's window and gotten away with it. Jimbo threw the bolt on the front door-"We'll hear her if she tries to get out"-and the group tramped into the kitchen.
"I can't see her, Stanley," Scott said. He lifted his eyes away from the camera's eyepiece for the first time in 40 minutes. A deeply lined, red circle framed it.
"Don't worry," Stanley replied, grateful for the respite from the insane orgy, which eased his painful hard-on. "She's down on the floor behind the sofa. They haven't really roughed her up, I'm sure she's all right."
Scott looked at Stanley quizzically, wondering what's that chick ever done to you. But he just shrugged his shoulders.
"So you don't want to call the cops?" Scott asked.
"What are you, stupid?" Stanley hissed incredulously. "How the fuck are we going to explain that we're in here behind the mirror watching the whole thing!"
"I see your point," Scott replied sheepishly. "You want me to reload?"
"Of course," replied the turned on editor. "The show's just starting, and..."
Before he could finish the sentence, what felt like an ice-cold needle speared up and down his spine as he heard the door to the secret compartment squeak open. Open-mouthed and pale with fright they turned to see the amazed face of Professor Beauchamp staring at them from the doorway.
"What the hell is going on here!" he sputtered out, loud enough to be heard in the apartment if Stanley didn't think fast and calm him down and quiet him quickly. The Professor's pale face was red with anger, his knuckles whitened as he squeezed on the pipe in his hand.
"Why, Professor Beauchamp, we're just. , . " Stanley's mind raced, trying to ferret out a possible explanation. "We're playing a practical joke on somebody," he heard his mouth say.
"A practical joke. That's the reason you've ... you've invaded my laboratory. I'm going to have to report this to the dean, and just be thankful that I don't call the police."
"Yes, sir," Stanley and Scott, huddled behind his camera for protection, responded in unison.
"Well, I'm going to find out who else is in on this, too," Professor Beauchamp said as the two voyeurs made a move toward the door, hoping to get the professor out of there before the girl or the players showed up in the mirror's vista. "So you gentlemen just stay where you are; we're going to stay here for a bit longer."
The two would be investigative journalists gulped hard and sank down to the floor, helpless and impassively resigned to their fate.
Sprawled on the floor behind the sofa, Jennifer tried to summon her strength from some deep and still undiscovered reservoir. Instinctively she crawled for the door, still out of sight from the trio behind the mirror. Halfway down the foyer, exhausted, she rolled on her back, feeling the cool evening air breathe over her naked, sperm-soaked body and gently caress her body, taking an inventory of all the bruised, sore spots. There was a large black-and-blue spot nestled in the valley between her sumptuous breasts. She couldn't remember how it got there. For a moment, all she could think of was, how am I going to explain this to Phillip?
But before she could think of an explanation, there was noise at the front door. Someone was trying to push it open even though the bolt was locked. There was pounding.
"Hey, that must be Spencer, someone called from the kitchen!"
The group of players trudged in from the kitchen, causing an unseen commotion in the small room behind the mirror as Professor Beauchamp demanded to know who they were.
The players saw Jennifer, still exhausted, lying on her back in the foyer.
"Here she is ... man, don't that look sweet?" Jimbo called out in between swigs of beer. "All smooth and naked. So good looking she's feeling her own tits!"
"Take it easy, Kevin," Billy Joe called out, "we're coming."
They opened the door, Spencer walked in and exchanged lewd glances with his cronies; then, he bolted the door behind him.
"So, did you find out what she had on her mind?" Spencer asked.
"Nope," Jimbo replied with a smile. "But maybe you'd like to join us in the interrogation."
"Don't mind if I do," he responded as two players grabbed Jennifer by the legs, splayed them wide for a second, exposing the inviting, pinkish tissues of her cunt to Spencer's lustful gaze, and then dragged her into the living room.
"Oh, oh ... oh my God!" Professor Beauchamp croaked harshly as the sight of his lover being dragged by the heels passed into the mirror's field of vision. "Oh my darling Jennifer, what have they done to you!" Overcome with grief, he had forgotten about the two students in the room with him.
"Jennifer darling!" Stanley and Scott said to one another. They smiled, realizing this was the break they had been waiting ... no, praying for. As Professor Beauchamp wrung his hands with grief and clawed at the mirror's surface, not knowing what to do, Stanley tugged at his sleeve.
"What's going on?" the overwrought professor blubbered. "I've got to call the police." But the two young men caught him and restrained him before he could reach the door. Stanley slapped him to get his attention.
"Listen, professor," he hissed, "you're not going anywhere, and you're certainly not going to call the police. Not if you don't want the story of your love affair with one of your students splashed all over the front of the newspaper."
"What, no she's not my. . . " the professor replied, not knowing what to say, too dazed to think straight.
"Don't try any bullshit on me," Stanley said, pushing the professor down on the floor in front of the mirror. "Now get comfortable and watch the show. Scott, start the camera!"
"Right on, boss!" Scott said gleefully.
Jennifer believed it was all a dream, some wild wonderful dream which seemed to go on and on and never stop. The room was filled with men, but they were vague shadowy outlines and she could no longer distinguish their faces as sweat rolled into her eyes. For a while she wondered whether Phillip was there somewhere, unaware of how close he really was, but it was difficult to think about anything for very long and so she forgot about her lover. The players were speaking, but all her thoughts were trapped inside her befogged brain, and she found it difficult to understand exactly what they were saying. It seemed they were going to make love to her, and Jennifer grinned stupidly, her mind deranged by exhaustion and emotional trauma, and wiggled a lewd invitation with her hips. She liked making love, and the mere thought of doing it with all these shadowy figures sent a warmness through her tender body. Whatever they wanted to do was all right with her and tingles raced across the surface of skin as the men picked her up and tossed her on the sofa.
Suddenly there was a man's body on top of hers; she wrapped her arms warmly around his neck, pulling him tenderly to her as his calloused hands roamed over her smoothly inviting flesh.
His crude, lustful caresses had an immediate effect upon her dazed body, as her buttocks began to grind wildly down into the cushions while an enormous thirsting sensation blossomed into life deep inside her belly. She had no thought whatsoever of trying to control her lusts this time; she was so helplessly and mindlessly on fire that her body had taken over the functions of her brain. Exhaustion fled, driven off by passion.
The player was evidently in a hurry and paid no attention to what the woman below him was feeling. He maneuvered into position, placing his knees between her eagerly spread thighs and lowering his naked body down on her defenseless breast as his cohorts lasciviously cheered him on, urging him to fuck the temporarily deranged woman and surrender his place to the next man in line. He didn't understand how the girl beneath him had suddenly turned into a sexual dynamo, and he didn't much care.
In her deranged, imbalanced mind, on the brink of insanity due to her hopeless position, Jennifer had become an insatiable nymph whose gaping, hungry cunt felt as if it could take on and swallow all of mankind.
Beneath the football player, Jennifer groaned and writhed with impatience, dully wondering what was taking him so long. Her empty cunt felt like a long hollow tunnel which practically screamed to be filled with something. Her hands reached out blindly, searching for the buttocks of the man on top of her, and she sank her fingernails into the tightened muscles of his flanks, desperately trying to pull him into her.
"Boys, she's ready to fuck!" he announced proudly to his colleagues, stupidly taking credit for the girl's wild excitement.
"So start fucking!" a voice from the crowd beseeched. "If I wait any longer, I'm gonna cum in my pants!"
The athlete obeyed, sliding his short thick cock smoothly into her eagerly clasping cunt, and ramming it all the way home with one vicious thrust. His balls stopped abruptly against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks, and the man was forced to groan as he felt the excitingly moist interior walls of her vagina pressing in on his skewering cock-shaft from all sides.
"Shit!" Scott cried out. "Eh, prof, look at that, she's shoving her cunt off the couch to swallow that guy's cock!"
But Professor Beauchamp only whimpered, looked up briefly to see his lover's wildly working cunt, and then buried his face back in his hands.
A note of disappointment filtered into Jennifer's consciousness: This guy was too short! He did not begin to fill her! There was still a great aching void somewhere up inside her where his inadequate penis couldn't reach. Sensing her distress, the athlete tried to make up in energy what he lacked in physical size, and he went at her like a madman, pounding away at her viciously with the cheers and jeers of his friends ringing in his ears.
The boy had been spending too much time with used-up groupies, and his senses were dazzled by the beauty and freshness of the girl he was now abusing to his heart's content. His excitement increased by leaps and bounds and, before he knew it, he found himself on the point of cumming. Trying to postpone the inevitable, he slowed his pace, but the girl defeated him immediately since her body was gyrating and writhing so wildly that it made no difference to his lust-wracked cock whether he stopped or not. His penis stiffened suddenly and the searing creamy liquid steamed up into the young blonde's cunt in one solid jet of lust, pouring into the hidden recesses of her frustrated womb.
It was too soon, much too soon, and her anguished body was still screaming for more as the man lifted his body away from her, allowing the cool air to sweep over her offended flesh, exciting the tiny throbbing button of her clitoris, now bathed and glistening in her own orgiastic juices.
I'm dying, she told herself in a desperate state of violent lust. My God, I've got to have it! I'm going out of my mind! Her next customer was not long in arriving. The players were getting out of control at this point, and she could hear Jimbo shouting at them irritably, warning that they were going to break the sofa. Suddenly there was another man-boy crouching between her knees, and she vainly tried to focus her eyes, making a futile effort to bring herself out of the fog and see who it was. Her legs obscenely spread apart in a position of openly wanton lasciviousness, she gazed down through the deep valley created by her high up-thrust breasts, seeing what appeared to be the handle of a baseball bat protruding from the man's groin. Normally, the sight would have inspired her with anguish and fear, but Jennifer somehow failed to make the connection, not realizing that this fear-inspiring object was going to be thrust brutally up inside her delicate body.
"Come on, Ralph!" someone called. "Let's see you use that battering ram!"
There was a moment of excited comment around the room and a few catcalls as the huge, heavily muscled lineman threw his gigantic body on top of the young woman's prostrate form. Jennifer felt hands grasping her ankles and wrists, spreading her out helplessly on the sofa and pulling her smoothly tapered thighs even farther apart as the giant zeroed in on her. But the girl felt no fear, her hips grinding frantically around as she searched for the thick impaling pole she needed so badly. The brute took aim and stabbed forward cruelly, sinking the great bulging tip of his cock an inch or so into the quivering pink flesh of her vagina.
Jennifer moaned slightly as the fragile tissues of her cunt labored to accommodate this massive invasion. She tried desperately to kick her legs and adjust her body into some more comfortable position, but the restraining hands from all sides held her immobile. The giant levered up over her on his hands and knees and pushed forward again, taking keen sadistic pleasure in the torment he was causing in the helpless girl.
"Aaaaagggghhhhh!"
He pushed in again, stretching the cringing flesh of her cunt almost to the breaking point, and the girl's head thrashed back and forth on the cushion as this unexpected pain flooded through her body. But her malleable cunt adjusted quickly, and soon she felt as lust-driven as ever, her mind no clearer than it had been a few moments before. She was only vaguely conscious of the fact that her hips caused the sofa to squeak as player after player clambered on top of her, one after the other, each wanting to be as close to the center of the action as possible.
"Come on, Ralph!" someone called out. You're taking all night!" Ralph obliged, letting his enormous weight settle slowly down on top of the girl, driving his murderous pole up into her like a stake being pushed into soft sand. The girl's body jerked convulsively, but the worst was clearly over. Her vaginal passage had been expanded considerably over the past 24 hour's activities and the pain was slowly dying as the athlete's long rigid shaft funneled all the way home.
The men around the couple and behind the mirror gazed in amazement, surprised that the tight little pussy they had all admired lustfully was really capable of expanding so dramatically. But Ralph was wasting no time with idle conversations like this; he wanted to fuck! Moving slowly at first, he began drilling laboriously in and out of her moistly fluttering vagina, his hard hairy chest brushing sensuously across the creamy-white flesh of the girl's glistening, pillowy breasts. Jennifer found herself floating even deeper into her thick sensuous fog, as idle erotic fantasies and bizarre dreams swarmed into her mind. Her hips began gyrating madly in hopeless abandon, while tiny bird-like cries of undisguised lust trickled from her open mouth. All around her there were helping hands, poking and prodding at her nakedly tempting body. One man threw himself next to Ralph, forcing his hand beneath the yielding flesh of her flanks to attack the undefended little crevice of her anus. The girl hardly noticed as the finger vilely invaded her body, prying into her rectal depths, and stroking back and forth in time with Ralph's savage thrusts, but even this depraved maneuver only added to her excitement.
"Oh ... that's right ... do it harder!" she mumbled thickly, addressing no one in particular as her sexual madness increased to an incredible pitch. She was catching fire and her whole tormented over-stimulated figure began to shiver as if a cold wind had suddenly blown over her perspiration-covered skin. The player on top of her paid no attention to her desires, not caring whether she enjoyed this degenerate rape or not, and it came as a surprise when her legs started to climb unashamedly up against his loins. She was pulling on him with the muscles in her thighs, lewdly urging him to fuck her harder and deeper as she plastered her mouth against his, her tongue darting daringly up into his open panting mouth.
"Oh God! I'm ... I'm cumming!" she announced in a high faint voice as if she herself were shocked by this unexpected event. The orgasm hit her like a kick in the stomach and she doubled up, every muscle in her gyrating excited body strained with passion as the erotic spasm surged through her overheated system. Ralph took this as a compliment to his lovemaking abilities and continued skewering into her with long smooth strokes so that she never really had a chance to climb down from the heights of ecstasy, but remained on a strange high plateau of sensuality. She was gurgling and groaning with absolute joy as his long fierce cock suddenly stiffened and seemed to explode ferociously within her delighted cunt, shooting great pungent wads of hot sticky semen up into the hidden depths of her womanhood. Her loins reached up to receive his gift, the frantically nibbling lips of her cunt sucking and drawing on his wildly ejaculating penis until she had milked him dry.
Then things became even more confused as she sank deeper into the swirling mists of her psychotic dream. The boy named Ralph vanished and the hot air in the room seemed to fill up her cunt the moment it was vacant, creating in her a tremendously insane desire to be filled again, by anyone and anything!
There were players all over her, and all her blurred vision could see was a veritable forest of quivering cocks. There were horny athletes pawing and stroking her on all sides, and she moaned in absolute delight, knowing in the back of her dulled, demented mind that she had never been this happy before in her entire life. This was what she had wanted all along: to be used, abused, ravaged and violated, fucked senseless and then fucked again just for good measure.
There was Jimbo's authoritative voice in the room, and she recognized him, giggling foolishly as she recalled how she had cried when he had lewdly violated her rectum. It did not seem nearly so bad now, and dreamily she wondered if he would do it again. This time she might enjoy it ...
But there were hands lifting her into the air, turning her over on her stomach, and she cooed happily like a baby, each finger pressing into the tenderness of her skin sending shocks of pleasure racing through her nervous system. She came down again on the sofa, now soaked with her sweat, but she was given no time to object, if the idea of objecting had ever entered her mind.
Behind the mirror, Stanley and Scott were drooling with delighted wonder and repressed desire.
"Holy shit," Scott croaked hoarsely. "I can't believe what they're doing to her. And she's loving every inch of it. Hey prof," he nudged Professor Beauchamp, "that is one choice piece of ass you've been seeing."
He remained silent, struck with the wonder that this repressed beauty he thought he had known was now involved in the most animalistic gangbang he had ever seen. And loving every minute of it. She was taking on a half-dozen football players and she acted like they were barely enough to satisfy her.
Professor Beauchamp had thought himself a man of the world, experienced in the ways of rousing sophisticated women to the heights of ecstasy. But, apparently, he had not even come close with this inexperienced college girl. His pride hurt almost as much as his sensibility, which was crushed by the lewd sight of her being abused by this herd of animals. And she was loving it. That silent, disbelieving refrain circled and circled inside his tormented brain.
Jennifer felt a man's hand gripping her hips and a hardened penis worming its way into her open, gaping womb. She received it like a Christmas present, irrationally happy and wiggling her ass-cheeks back into the man's loins like a bitch in heat. With a cry of pleasure, the footballer answered this lecherous invitation, pushing brutally forward and burying his cock in her with one quick stroke. No sooner had he begun to fuck methodically in and out of her steaming, cunt than another man presented himself in front of her, his penis-dagger ramming without warning into her open mouth.
The room grew silent for a moment as the group waited to see if she would fight back against this defilement. To their stupefaction, she seemed to accept it as normal, clamping her lips promptly over the orally invading shaft and sucking away as if she had been born for this purpose and no other.
Jimbo stood along with Kevin Spencer, their arms folded, watching as two linemen buffeted the helpless girl back and forth between them. It was obvious that she had flown once more out of control and her lust-inspiring young body was undulating frantically as the two athletes fucked it brutally from both ends. The girl's body spasmed into another frantic orgasm, provoking the man behind her to groan, bending over her white, tempting back in passion as he filled her fluttering cunt with another load of sperm. The man who was kneeling before her was not far behind, and the semen dripped lewdly down her chin as she clamped her lips around the man's exploding cock in a futile attempt to swallow every drop of his lust-inspiring seminal fluid.
"I can't take it any more!" Professor Beauchamp screamed, jumping to his feet and wildly tearing at his hair. "She's lapping up his cum like it was milk!"
"Hey, Stanley, they're gonna hear him!" Scott croaked. "Get a hold on him."
But before Stanley could restrain the distraught professor within the cramped quarters, the wild-eyed man took a quick, powerful stride and dove through the mirror.
CCCC rrrrr aaaaa sssss hhhhh!
A geyser of glinting slivers of glass spewed out into the air of the living room, close behind the first wave of sparkling, razor-sharp projectiles was a long human form.
The athletes turned in shock at the placid surface that had suddenly exploded at them. The athlete being licked by Jennifer's warm, moist lips ripped his cock from her grasp and quickly stuffed it into his pants while, in almost the same motion he hit the carpet and covered his face with his hands. The other stunned football players did the same. Still overcome by intense passion, thinking of nothing else than having the gaping emptiness within her filled by juicy, steaming cocks, Jennifer called out imploringly, "Hey where'd everybody go?"
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" The knifing black form cried as it speared into the living room in a shower of glass.
"Hey, that's Professor Beauchamp!" one of the players called out, lifting his head up after the sudden rain of glass quickly abated.
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" cried Kevin Spencer, as he quickly bolted to his feet, ran to the door, clawed at the bolt until he tore the door open with shaking hands and disappeared down the hallway. He was soon followed by his sweat-soaked compatriots, who ran from the incoherently screaming professor crawling toward the girl as if he were a man-eating Bengal tiger.
Timidly, after the last of the players had careened out of the front door, two frightened candid cameramen stepped out from the gaping hole in the wall, their feet crunching on the glass resting on the carpet. They looked at the bellowing professor as he crawled on top of the unconscious female form calling to her, "How could you act like that? How could you like it?" But she didn't answer him.
Scott reached back into the observation room, grabbed the camera by its tripod legs and the two journalists ran out the front door, leaving behind them the professor, who gathered his exhausted, wasted lover into his arms.
"How could you act like that?" he murmured.
EPILOGUE
The scheme to trap the football team and make it big in journalism did not turn out as Stanley and Jennifer had hoped. The film was too pornographic for even a single frame to be used in the student newspaper and, loathe to explain how he had made the film, Stanley decided not to bring the little escapade in Professor Beauchamp's lab to the attention of the school or municipal authorities. As far as Kevin Spencer, Jimbo and the rest of the football team was concerned, it was just one more lighthearted adventure to laugh about and retell during one of their many marathon drinking bouts.
"I may even take a class with Professor Beauchamp next semester," Jimbo claimed. "Yep, I believe I'll sit right up front, too!"
Egged on by Scott, who had connections in the local small-time movie industry, Stanley did find a use for the terrifically erotic film. He sold it to a local porno filmmaker, who used coeds hard up for cash to make cheapie porno flicks, and split the $500 with Scott. The two young entrepreneurs frequently giggled at the thought that, quite likely, the film would eventually turned up at one of the football teams stag parties.
Reporters in the college newsroom often wondered why their editor, Stanley Jarret, would laugh uncontrollably every time Scott yelled out, "I know at least one time Kevin Spencer won't be able to argue that his backfield wasn't in motion!"
Jennifer and Professor Beauchamp did not re-over as easily as the other parties in the candid-camera orgy. The professor, who found out that he was a bit more staid and conservative than he had suspected, couldn't forget the sight of his lover lovingly lapping clean the giant football player's penis. After cleaning her up that night and taking her home, he left her, left Westfield College, and never saw her again, though he thought of her often, with a mixture of tenderness, frustration and loss.
Jennifer, too, left Westfield, never to return again. It took some time for her to recover from the emotional trauma of the wild orgy, and though she quickly returned to her prim manner and morality, she could never forget that deep inside her lurked an intensely sexual animal that yearned to be brutalized by men. After Professor Beauchamp abandoned her, she rarely thought of him and the gentle, almost effete way he made love.
Though they had disgraced and used her body vilely, she never really felt any hatred toward Kevin Spencer and his cronies. But she couldn't think of Stanley Jarret without a horrible taste entering her mouth.
