The call girl is a creature of society who is rarely in the public view. Her sisters in the profession are frequently picked up in Vice Squad raids on suspect bars, and admittedly, every so often there is a major scandal of the Christine Keeler-Mantly Rice-Davies sort. But for the most part, the professional call girl leads a relatively inconspicuous life, content and secure, entertaining her clients and earning her wages.
But Authoress Jean Sifton, who has treated countless numbers of social issues in her many novels, was curious about the backgrounds of the girls who choose such a life. Are they all jaded and money-hungry, attracted by the promise of easy wealth, expensive gifts, and fast cars? Or are any of them lured innocently into the trade by false descriptions of what is involved? And is it really all easy money and a life without tears or regrets?
Miss Sifton set off to find out. For six months she combed the larger cities of our nation, interviewing anyone who would talk to her on this subject, and the rather startling facts that she discovered are here presented in novel form. Contrary to what she expected to find, a good many of the girls who end up as call girls are apparently tricked into it at first. The virtuous young country girl alone and afraid in the big city is, by now, a universal cliche, but it is just this type of situation that Miss Sifton portrays in The Unsuspecting Girl Friend as a characteristic of fact. Like Laura Campbell, the heroine of this story, so many girls come annually to New York, Chicago or Los Angeles to find better paying jobs and make it big. When their hopes aren't realized soon enough, they often find themselves at the mercy of ruthless bill collectors and unpitying landlords, cold and hungry and with no one to turn to. Frequently they are befriended by girls such as Virginia Miller, girls who already know the system, who take the young innocents under their wing and help them get started. And most frequently, a girl doesn't know what she's getting into when she's introduced to a man her new friend knows who's running an "escort" service. "Make a little hard cash by going out on harmless dates with clients of mine," he persuades her, but never is she told how much else besides escorting is really involved.
And that's how it starts. Maybe the first time it's rape, and the girl runs home to her small town in disgrace. Or maybe she's mad for awhile, but then decides she needs the money and will do it "just one more time" till she lands a real job. Maybe, just maybe, she likes it, and realizes that she's found that job. Or perhaps it's never a question of liking it, but simply that here is a high-paying occupation with low demands.
Whatever, it is interesting to follow young Laura Campbell's progression from naive farm girl to sophisticated woman of the world, in a story that the authoress finds representative of the many she's heard. And we leave it to you, the reader, to decide the merits of the situation.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Laura knew the man was following her: She could feel his eyes burning into her softly bouncing buttocks and silky legs like hot probes as she hurried faster along the downtown streets of San Francisco, glancing back every few seconds. The young blonde told herself her panic was unreasonable, that it was still daylight and she was surrounded by hundreds of shoppers, but it wasn't until she'd turned into the lobby of her cheap hotel and gotten her room key from the young, hard-faced clerk, who always managed to betray his smile with a leer, that her alarm began to subside. She felt the clerk's gaze devour her curvaceous body as she hurried to the elevator, expecting the stranger from the street to rush through the doors of the lobby after her at any second. When the elevator door closed, and the ancient lift started creaking upward, jerking and rumbling, Laura felt a dizzying wave of relief and for a moment she thought she would cry.
Why did so many men stare at her as if they wanted to rip her dress from her body and pummel their hands savagely into her ripe breasts and plump thighs?
At the third floor, the elevator jerked to a halt and when the doors jammed for a minute, Laura felt her panic flash again, making her breasts heave and her legs tremble. Then they opened with a reluctant grind, and she rushed to her room, locking the door frantically, feeling hot tears in her eyes as she slumped onto the sagging bed. She felt as if she needed a bath desperately, even though she'd taken one early this morning before another phase in her seemingly endless hunt for a job and an apartment. It was the way strange men looked at her that made her feel unclean: Hungrily lustfully almost brutally, as though her luscious young body brought out something obscene in their minds. She'd never felt ashamed of her healthy beauty back in her small home town in Kansas, even a little proud of her generous curves when boys and men whistled softly as she passed. But San Francisco was different-vast, glittering, exciting, but frightening too, an alien country even after two weeks in its noisy heart.
Slowly, Laura got off the bed and went into the dingy bathroom and turned on the bathtub faucets. She stared at herself in the cracked, full-length mirror, surprised that she still looked radiant and almost adolescently pure after the last two hectic, nerve-racking weeks. During the day, men followed her openly and a few even tried to pick her up on the street or in a cafeteria. On the first night she ventured out of her hotel roqm, a man whispered obscenities in her ear at a crosswalk and offered her money, and less than an hour later, a strange, hot-eyed woman pursued her into a restaurant and tried to pick her up, shocking Laura by fondling her leg under the table with harsh fingertips. Since then she'd locked herself in her room at night with a book and soggy, take-out sandwiches, telling herself she was acting like a terrified child instead of a twenty year old woman, but she couldn't deny that the strange, dazzling city shocked her at times. Why did men whisper horribly suggestive things in her ear as if she were a prostitute, and what in God's name could a woman possibly want with her sexually?
With a sigh, Laura slipped out of her dress and folded it neatly on a chair, then stared at herself critically in the mirror. She'd lost at least five pounds since her arrival, but her honey-skinned breasts still spilled out lushly over the top of her brassiere, and her hips and thighs were still voluptuously curved, their amber flesh as smooth as silk. With her long, glistening blonde hair and wide green eyes, she still looked radiantly wholesome-virginal, she thought with a self-conscious giggle-but certainly not like a prostitute. Maybe, she realized, it was her virginal look that provoked them, spurring them to think they might be first. She still had her wedding band but she hadn't worn it since her divorce two months before; maybe if she wore it now, they'd leave her alone. She suddenly realized her fingers were trembling as they tried to undo the hooks of her brassiere, and the reason made her cheeks burn with shame, but it also started a faint throbbing in her loins and a warm gentle trickle of moisture in her vagina.
I won't! she thought furiously. Not again, I promised myself. ,.
The throbbing increased as Laura slipped her brassiere over her shoulders, watching her proud, succulent breasts spring forth, high and satiny with fat dusky nipples that tilted gently upward. Her pulse quickened and her eyelids fluttered as she recalled how her ex-husband used to massage them lovingly in his fingers, pressing his hot desire-engorged penis to her thighs at the same time, preparing for that first breath-taking thrust up between her legs, that unforgettable hot thrill rubbing deep into her aching pussy-flesh, bursting her virginity....
"No!" she said aloud, and the sound of her own voice startled her, making her realize with a shock that her own fingers were now massaging her hot plump breasts, urgently caressing her now taut nipples. She tore her fingers away with an effort, and turned from the mirror, trying to blot sex out of her mind. It was all very simple: The thought of her wedding ring had led naturally to the thought of her ex-husband, and reminded her with cruel insistence that she hadn't had a man in over a year, not since she'd left him. Laura slid her panties off, trembling slightly under the caressing touch of her own fingers, leaning far down as she pushed the flimsy nylon to her ankles. Her heart hammering in her chest and the trickle in her burning cunt growing sharper, the unwillingly aroused blonde couldn't resist the urge to peek in the mirror in the upside-down position, feeling silly but enormously excited at the inverted view of her ripe naked buttocks and long shapely legs. For a minute, her face red with shame but her will caught in the grip of her rising excitement, Laura stared at her wet pink pussy-lips throbbing through their curly golden nest, sucking gently inward as if in lewd invitation to an invisible lover. Even her anus, she saw with surprise and a stab of guilt, was flexing in rhythm to her vagina, the tiny brown ring palpitating in obscene invitation. She'd never realized how sexy she could appear in this bizarre position, with her tender, milk-white ass-cheeks framing her beckoning genitals, and her softly dangling breasts more luscious and full than ever. She wondered if husbands ever had their wives pose for them this way just to arouse them, or even possibly have sex in such a wanton position. Tormenting herself and feeling deliciously guilty, Laura gently wriggled her buttocks, knowing that if she kept the lascivious spectacle up much longer she would have to succumb to the violent urge she hated so much and which her body craved so ruthlessly. If she'd posed in this lewd way for her ex-husband, would it have saved her marriage?
She straightened up abruptly with a fierce effort of will and stepped out of her hobbling panties, refusing to look at her naked body in the mirror again, trying desperately to ignore the pounding in her loins as she turned off the bathroom faucets and stepped into the steaming water. With a long sigh, she lay back and kept her fingers firmly gripped on the cool porcelain bathtub rim, closing her eyes so she wouldn't be tempted by the sight of her own voluptuously glowing body. Deliberately, she turned her thoughts to her dismal financial situation and uncertain future, trying to blot out the hot, restless ache in her now-searing pussy.
Laura knew she had less than seventy-five dollars left out of her meager savings, and it seemed incredibly bad luck to her that she hadn't had a single response from her job applications. She was an excellent typist, fast and accurate, but once they learned she hadn't had any actual office experience and that she was from out of state, they seemed to lose interest-in her typing ability, that is, but not always in her body. There were veiled propositions, but the young divorcee firmly turned them all down, remembering her parents' strict injunction: No formal introduction, no date. And jobs were, they'd explained to her at various agencies, scarce right now, but if she persisted, sooner or later she'd find one, even though she couldn't take shorthand, a major drawback. Too, she couldn't be certain she was getting all her phone messages in the seedy hotel, since the day-clerk was an old man who slept much of the time and seemed totally disinterested in taking the effort to write one down. If she had an apartment she could share with another girl-she couldn't possibly afford one of her own yet-she might be able to ride the situation out until she got work. But her rent was due at the hotel again tomorrow and the thought of another week in this shabby, sordid place depressed her.
The alternative was equally dismal: She would have to take a bus back to her parents' farm in Kansas, a humiliating retreat after her tearful goodbye and glowing promises to them to send money once she got a high-paying job. And their friends and neighbors would smirk at Laura, showing their scorn for the simple country girl crushed by a big city in less than a month. No, she couldn't go back, but fate seemed viciously intent on keeping her from going forward. Or ce she ran out of money....
The scream began in her throat the instant she knew there was a man in the room. In a split-second, she sensed rather than saw him, felt his presence announce itself by the icy shivers racing up her spine, and her eyes flew open and for a moment her heart stopped.
He was standing in the bathroom doorway, watching her with burning eyes, his pallid face drawn taut with naked lust. The scream suddenly froze cold in Laura's throat, a thick lump that made her lips move soundlessly. In the few moments he stood there, immobile, running his glittering eyes hungrily from the beige nipples of her succulent breasts down to her soaked golden pubic curls and glistening thighs, Laura's terror began to mingle with hot rage as she recognized him. Her voice found itself in a hoarse whisper:
"What-what are you doing here? Get out! I'll scream!"
"Easy, girl," the young desk clerk muttered, his eyes riveted to her bare thighs as he edged forward a few inches, "I knocked and there was no answer, so I just stepped in-"
"The door was locked!" Laura hissed, trembling violently with fear as he loomed closer by degrees.
"Open," he retorted. His hard face grew more ravenous as he swung his eyes to her lush breasts and his breath rasped in the room. "I just wanted to tell you, you're wanted on the phone, that's all. Jesus, you're stacked! Why don't you just let me soap you down a little-"
Laura screamed, short and soft with breathless terror, but he instantly took a step back and jerked his head to the door.
"Hey, take it easy, I'm leaving!" he snapped. "Don't cause no trouble. There'll be cops!"
She felt a surge of confidence at the knowledge that he was afraid of the police, probably hiding from them. "I'll call the police if you don't get out and stay out," she warned shakily, "go now!"
"What about the phone?"
"I'll be there in a minute. Go!"
Slowly he stepped backward, his gaze not leaving her soft, vulnerable body, until he disappeared from view. Laura's heart began to hammer with delayed fear as she stood up on trembling legs and got out of the bathtub, stepping cautiously into the bedroom. When she saw he was gone, she hurried to the closet and got her bathrobe, then peered into the hallway before rushing down the corridor to the phone extension. She snatched it down and whispered hysterically, "Yes? Yes? Who is it?"
"This is Virginia Miller," a husky voice said, "the woman with the ad in the paper for a roommate. Don't you remember me?"
"No," Laura panted, her mind still whirling and her damp skin crawling with revulsion, "I'm sorry, I don't."
The responsive chuckle was throaty and amused. "You talked to me for a minute the other night on the phone, Laura, about the ad. I was on my way out, on a date, and said I'd call you back."
"Oh yes, yes, now I remember," Laura hurried, hope flaring in her chest, "You want a roommate and my share of the rent is fifty dollars. I've got the money right here, Virginia, I can move in tonight-"
"Hey, slow down, honey, I haven't even met you yet. How do I know I'll like you? Let me ask a few questions first. How old are you?"
Laura's voice grew more urgent and she kept her head craned so she could see behind her down the dim hallway. "I'm twenty, Virginia, and I'll do anything you say if you let me move in. I mean, I'm awfully easy to live with, I'll take care of all the laundry and the dishes and the vacuuming, I swear it. Please?"
There was a long hesitant pause and Laura felt ashamed, wondering if the woman thought she was a neurotic or a drug addict or hiding out from the police in desperation.
"You sound like you really need a home, honey," Virginia's voice chuckled, "but what do you look like? I mean, to be honest, I don't want a fat dumpy girl who'll scare away my dates or a skinny nut who'll hide in the bathroom every time a man comes by. Are you cute?"
"Yes, sort of. At least people say I'm pretty five feet six, blonde hair, green eyes, very nice figure, I can come over tonight, right now and if you like me I can move in tonight, too."
Virginia's warm, throaty laugh seemed friendly and reassuring to the shivering blonde.
"Sorry, Laura, but I've got a heavy date tonight and I'm leaving in a few minutes. How about tomorrow afternoon, around three? I'm a late sleeper. And bring your baggage, Laura-I think you're telling the truth and we're going to get along just beautifully. Nobody that eager can lie."
"Thank you," Laura sobbed with relief. "You don't know how grateful I am, Virginia-what's your address!"
She concentrated intensely, memorizing the address, afraid the woman might change her mind while she rushed to her room for a pencil and paper. Then Laura hung up the phone, repeating the address like a fervent prayer as she rushed back to her room. She slammed the door viciously, locked it and then jammed the top of a chair beneath the knob, unlocking the door again and testing it. It shook, but seemed secure, so Laura locked the door once more and kept her eyes on it as she backed to the bed. With a deep, shaking sigh, she hugged her robe around her still-damp body and crawled under the covers, trembling from head to toe with a mixture of fear and coldness. After a few minutes, her tense muscles began to relax, but she kept her eyes on the doorknob, black in the shadows, while her mind relived the terrifying scene a few minutes earlier.
Only now there was a faint undercurrent of some strange feeling she couldn't identify fusing with her fear, the tiniest tremor of excitement rippling in her blood.
She knew she'd locked the door. The desk clerk must have lied, because she distinctly remembered locking the door and even sliding up the little notch so it couldn't be opened from the outside without a key. But if she'd done that, then how could he have gotten in? And why, now that she'd relived the scene in her mind, did the odd feeling so much like a faint sexual thrill accompany his leering gaze on her soft naked body? And even now, the earlier rush of wild excitement she'd felt when posing in the lewd, upside-down position before the mirror was flooding her body again, as if he'd seen that exhibition too!
Her vagina began to pulse hotly with desire as these startling thoughts filled her with profound shame and an intense excitement she couldn't hide from herself. Laura told herself that it was impossible for her to leave the door open while she posed obscenely and then took her bath but how else could he have gotten in? Maybe she'd unconsciously left the door ajar just before going into the bathroom, perhaps to let air into the stuffy room.
She suddenly shuddered and sat up, the hairs prickling on the back of her neck. Maybe she'd done it deliberately, prodded by more than a year of tormented sex-starvation! And then conveniently forgot, and secretly hoped and prayed just beneath the rim of her consciousness....
Laura hugged her arms tighter around herself, crushing her hot plump breasts together, confused and frightened. Yet she was becoming rapidly aroused again, pressing her moist thighs tightly together in a slow, rhythmic squeeze while she recalled the fierce lust in the young clerk's eyes as he drank in the lushness of her half-submerged breasts and smooth white thighs, his gaze lingering on her softly curling pussy-hair. What if she hadn't screamed to stop him, and instead had let him lather soap all over her warm trembling body? She would shiver as his hard male fingers pinched and stroked her tingling nipples, then rubbed soap over cheeks of her ass, edging deliciously closer to her throbbing cunt-lips while she moaned and spread her thighs wide, eagerly, her fingers reaching out to grasp the thick lewd bulge of his pants....
"No!" Laura sobbed aloud to break the erotic fantasy, and she forced her squirming buttocks to cease on the mattress. She suddenly knew what Was wrong: She hadn't eaten anything since last night, and that had been a cold tasteless hamburger, so she was undoubtedly confused by hunger and exhaustion from walking the city streets all day. She clung to that explanation, telling herself she must have locked the door of her room, but not pushed up the notch, and the desk-clerk had simply unlocked her door and walked in, perhaps after a soft knock or two as an excuse. And the urgent, pulsing desire she felt rippling through her thinly clad flesh now as she replayed the scene in her mind was simply sex-fantasy, thrust upon her dazed imagination by more than a year of sex-abstinence, by her restless, healthy young body.
The blonde divorcee glanced at the darkened window, realizing it was too late to go out and get food now. She would sleep, even though it was only around eight P.M., get up early and eat a full breakfast, and then pack her bags. Laura lay back in bed, still hugging her robe around her slightly damp body and keeping her ears alert for the tiniest sound outside her door. The bathroom light cast a pale, cool glow in the squalid hotel room, but made her feel safe and secure, and her mind went over the phone conversation with Virginia. The woman's voice had been warm and husky with affection, tolerant like a big sister's. Laura chided herself for her silly desperation, but a moment later wondered at Virginia's strange questions about her attractiveness. Why would it matter what she looked like if she could pay the rent and was a friendly, cheerful roommate? Laura frowned as it occurred to her most women would want a plain or dumpy girl to live with, one that wouldn't represent a threat to her boy friends and dates. Yet the woman had seemed oddly intrigued by her description of herself, and pleased at her tender age....
Laura shrugged off the suspicious questions in her mind and turned over on her side, cuddling herself, shivering as her fingers crept under her robe and teased almost unconsciously over the soft, hot flesh of her rounded belly. She'd promised herself she'd never do that again, that the shame and self-disgust she felt after masturbating-no matter how thrilling the thrusting feel of hardness was, wriggling and jerking in her eager pussy-flesh, it wasn't worth the relief. Yet she'd started that during her marriage to George, and had finger-fucked herself with increasing frequency and wildness as the brief marriage deteriorated rapidly.
Her cheeks burned crimson at the thought as she hugged her desire-swollen breasts tightly under the covers, but she couldn't help herself, not really: George had been forty-five, and she eighteen, and she'd married him more out of devotion to her parents, poor farmers but proud and deeply devoted to her, than for any other reason. George owned a huge, prosperous neighboring farm and his vague promises of leasing a vast portion of the fertile land to her parents if she would marry him-and the obvious fact that Laura would inherit all of it on his death-prodded her into surrendering her virginal body for a marriage license.
At first, George seemed physically adequate although the innocent girl really had no basis for comparison since she was a virgin, but she began to wonder after a few months if once a week was really enough, if their fifteen-minute Saturday night ritual was average. Long before Saturday night would arrive, Laura found herself churning restlessly until the early hours of the morning, her full, firm breasts swollen with desire and her tender, trembling thighs continually moist with burning eagerness. And shortly after that, the Saturday night ritual became every other Saturday night, then once a month as her grim, weatherbeaten husband sank to sleep at once at nine so he could get up before dawn to tend the farm, and Laura began slipping into the bathroom almost nightly, her soft body shuddering with profound shame and lewd, urgent passion as she leaned against the sink or sat on the edge of the tub, wriggling and panting on her own extended fingers driven obscenely up between her parted thighs as she stifled her wild moans through tightly clenched teeth.
She could have even lived without sex for her parents' sake, but her husband seemed to be deteriorating mentally, too. He became intensely jealous as his potency dwindled to nothingness, accusing her of sneaking out at night to meet young boys while he was asleep, and he kept postponing the promised lease of acreage to her parents. Then came the harsh beatings along with his accusations, until Laura fled to the safety of her parents' house and filed for divorce. Her decision to start a new life in a distant city followed-she'd taught herself to type with a battered old typewriter and a manual, tackling it with fierce determination until her skill dazzled her parents and her neighbors-and now she found herself alone in a sagging bed in a cheap hotel room in downtown San Francisco, shivering with fear and hope, jobless and low on money, and worse, tortured by the lustful urge to again relieve the searing, relentless throb in her tender pussy.
Laura clenched her fingers painfully and shuddered as she swore she wouldn't succumb. She recalled her mother's solemn voice explaining how sacred her vagina was, how it should never be violated except by a husband and then only with his penis and for the hallowed purpose of creating children. That was why the obedient daughter felt such stinging shame afterwards, she told herself, because she'd violated something sacred. But each time she resisted the burning impulse, she felt not stronger but more shaky and helpless, and her imagination tortured her more vividly than ever, with wild, lewd pictures of enormously swollen cocks whose round crimson tips tore brutally deep into her trembling cunt-flesh, thrilling her intensely with pain and lustful rapture.
The unhappy young blonde continued to fight the urge until it began to bury itself deeper in her mind, faded but not really forgotten. At last she fell into a restless sleep, but then she was jerking up with a pounding heart and strained ears, listening to the creak outside the door in breathless panic. Her heart thudded slower as she realized it was only someone passing by, not the hungry-eyed young desk-clerk forcing his way into her room again. Slowly, she huddled under the covers again, aware that her fear was struggling inside her against a burning trickle in her thighs.
She fell into a deep, exhausted sleep this time, but not before she realized her trembling silken body felt like a smoldering time-bomb that needed only a spark to explode its pent-up fury.
CHAPTER TWO
Laura woke up early the next morning, deeply refreshed and exhilarated over the prospect of leaving her seedy hotel room forever. The strange erotic confusion of the night before seemed unreal and nightmarish as she brushed her thick, shimmering blonde hair before the mirror, and she dismissed the whole episode from her mind while she slipped on a neat, curve-hugging green dress that emphasized her lush figure and the shade of her eyes. She didn't know why the woman on the phone was so concerned over her attractiveness-the reasons she'd given Laura seemed odd now that the young divorcee's mind was clear-but if it was a beautiful roommate she demanded, then Laura would stun her. She put on a thin coat of glossy lipstick, feeling daring, and studied the effect in the mirror. She thought she still looked a little too wholesome and countrified with her sparkling eyes and glowing skin, but the low square cut of her neckline flaunted her generous, tawny cleavage and the altered hemline, shockingly high for Kansas, displayed her silky thighs and long, tapered legs to perfection. She decided she looked very pretty, even a bit sexy, and she hurried out to satisfy her ravenous hunger at a nearby diner, not even minding the counterman's lecherous stare.
After a huge breakfast which bit harshly into her dwindling savings, Laura made the rounds of employment agencies without luck. One agency told her they'd called her hotel two days ago and left a message for her, but the job was taken now. Laura promised she'd have a phone of her own soon and left the agency with bitter tears in her eyes, cursing the hotel clerk. It was now imperative that Virginia take her in and her anxiety became intense as the day wore on. If for any reason the woman changed her mind, Laura would either have to find another sordid hotel or return to her parents' farm. With that in mind, her desire to please the woman she had yet to meet became an obsession and she hurried back to her hotel room to check her appearance over and pack her meager wardrobe into her two small suitcases. The address of Virginia's apartment was etched into her mind like acid, and she took a trolley out to the Twin Peaks area to arrive half an hour early, humming with excitement.
For a few minutes Laura stood on the sidewalk before the apartment building, blinking her eyes in confusion. She wondered frantically if she'd memorized the wrong address at first; the building was huge, nearly new and obviously beyond anything Laura could afford. The lawns were carefully landscaped, each apartment had a gigantic picture-window overlooking the city, and an unobstrusive sign boasted a swimming pool, recreation hall and sauna bath. The first floor was a vast garage, filled with shining new cars, some of them sleek sports cars that would cost her a year's salary-if she ever found a job, she thought dismally. Laura hesitated on the sidewalk, biting her lip, wondering how her share of the rent could possibly come to a mere fifty dollars. She'd walked by enough apartment buildings in the city to know these were in the two-hundred and over range; the studios would be two hundred minimum, and the others would be much more.
The answer came to her suddenly and she let out a deep sigh of relief: She was obviously sharing the apartment with three other girls, a common practice in the city, she'd discovered, and Virginia was the spokesman for them. Feeling exhilarated again, she carried her suitcases into the immense lobby and took the elevator to the third floor, listening to its smooth modern hum with a luxurious feeling; wondering if she'd dressed too drably and praying she wouldn't be too nervous. Her breasts rose and full with eager excitement as she walked down the thickly carpeted corridor, pausing before Virginia's door with a deep breath before she rang the buzzer. After a minute, she tried it again, panic rising in her blood at the thought that Virginia might have rented to someone else or changed her mind and refused to answer the ring. Then the door swung open, and a tall woman with flowing dark hair and sleep-filled eyes was looking at her irritably. In a moment, as her dark eyes raked Laura over in a swift appraisal, the look changed to warm interest and the door opened in a wide welcome.
"I'm Laura Campbell," she said breathlessly, "I talked to you on the phone last night about sharing your apartment and I hope I didn't wake you up, I'm so sorry, I...."
The woman's throaty laugh cut her off and Laura felt her arm being taken by the woman as she was guided into the apartment, her suitcases thrust in behind her and set just inside the door. Then the woman-Virginia? Laura wondered anxiously, or one of the others?-shut the door and leaned against it, again eyeing her and slowly shaking her head.
"Is-is something wrong?" Laura asked frantically. "I'm too young?" She cursed herself for blurting that out, acknowledging that the woman was thirty or over.
"Oh, no," the woman chuckled, "you just didn't tell me how lovely you were, that's all. You were way too modest, honey. I'm Virginia, of course, and I'm very glad to meet you."
Dazed with relief, Laura took the offered hand and felt hers squeezed hotly for a minute while Virginia's eyes burned into hers with a strange light. "Let's have some coffee," Virginia said, pulling her warmly by the hand across the huge living room and into the dinette. "You're a little early and you did wake me up, but that's all right. Everything you own in those two little suitcases, Laura?"
Laura nodded, watching her stand over the gas range and wondering if she was a model. She wasn't beautiful-her features were a trifle too sharp-but her dark eyes were large and luminous, and her mouth was full and ripely sensuous. Beneath her thin robe, her body was obviously sleek with high pointed breasts and firmly rounded buttocks. Men would find her extremely sexy, Laura realized with admiration, and in the next moment wondered why she wasn't married; divorced like herself, the girl thought with sympathy.
While the coffee was heating, Laura looked around the apartment with awe. She'd spent her life in dilapidated house, her parents' and her husband's, and the spacious living room with its deep carpet and gleaming modern furniture seemed incredibly lavish to her. She glanced at the huge stereo and color television, feeling more naive and provincial than ever. Would Virginia think she was a country hick and treat her with contempt?
Virginia set coffee before her before she sat across from Laura with her own cup, her ripe mouth smiling and her eyes sweeping from Laura's thick golden hair down to her succulent breasts with unashamed admiration.
"When do I get to meet your other roommates?" Laura asked, beginning to feel a trifle uneasy beneath the hot gaze.
"What others? There's just you and me, honey. It's a two bedroom apartment."
Laura frowned, not wanting to push her good luck, but too curious to stop. "Then why is my share of the rent only fifty dollars? You must pay a lot more than that."
Virginia's smile was amused, but her pink tongue darted out and circled her lips for a moment as she studied Laura's plump cleavage. "It's like this, Laura! I can meet the rent quite easily, but frankly I don't like living alone. I'm gone just about every night and sometimes ... friends call to leave messages. I assume you'll be here a lot, so you can sort of act as my companion-secretary for your small share of the rent? Okay?"
The girl nodded eagerly. "Sure. I don't go out much, at night. I'm still looking for a job, though, so I'll go out during the day while you're sleeping."
"Fine. Are you a virgin, Laura? I'm just curious...."
The abrupt question made her cheeks redden, but she quickly shook her head. "No. I was married and just got divorced a couple of months ago. I've been around, though," she added lamely.
Virginia sighed, as though she were disappointed, then said: "What about boy friends? A steady, perhaps, someone you'd like to bring up here for an overnight stay?"
"Oh no," the girl said quickly, still anxious over her good luck. "I don't know anyone in San Francisco, not a soul. Except you now, Virginia."
A look of intense interest crossed Virginia's face and her eyes shone with smoldering light on Laura as she reached across the table and stroked the young blonde's hand. "Consider me your friend, honey, your big sister, in fact. I've always wanted a little sister, Laura, and if you have any problems, you just come running to me. If there's anything you need, come to Virginia. Okay?"
Laura felt tears of gratitude brim up in her eyes and she squeezed Virginia's hand tightly in response. After two lonely, fear-ridden weeks in a squalid and dangerous hotel with no one to talk to and no one she could trust, Virginia seemed like a goddess and the apartment a sumptuous palace. In spite of her embarrassment, tears of relief and gratitude gushed over onto Laura's cheeks. "I'm sorry," she stammered, "you just seem so wonderful after all the horrible things I've been through "It's all right, honey," Virginia said in a soothing voice and she came over to Laura, hugging the girl's face to her ripe warm breasts and stroking her hair with caressing fingers. Laura buried herself in the all-enveloping fullness, ashamed of her outburst but intensely grateful, vaguely aware that Virginia's lush breasts were rising and falling rapidly and her fingertips were now stroking the sensitive nape of Laura's neck. There was a feeling of wonderful security in the heavy flesh pressing to Laura's cheeks, and another strange sensation too-a sudden trickle of warm cuntal wetness up between the naive girl's legs at the nearness of Virginia's body.
A hot wave of shame swept through Laura's blood when she realized she didn't want to pull her face away from the other girl's thinly covered breasts, that she was becoming strangely and wildly aroused at the delicious contact. She held her breath as the woman began undulating her belly gently to Laura's own breasts, and a current of vibrant excitement seemed to ripple from Virginia's huge breasts and grinding belly to Laura, as Virginia's searching fingers slid gently down from Laura's shoulders to probe the hot upper flesh of the young girl's breasts, making her shiver. It suddenly dawned on Laura that her suppressed passion from the night before was rushing through her aching loins with gathering power. But there was a compelling, almost fierce magnetism that held Laura's will in check and overcame her feeble attempt to pull away from the sensuous brunette's swaying body, from the caressing fingers now softly stroking Laura's shoulders and putting the slightest pressure on them, as though nudging the girl downward. The surprised blonde felt her cunt-flesh throb sharply, a wave of unexpected moisture rushing down to soak the crotch band of her panties, and the blood sang loudly in her ears as Virginia's flimsy robe parted to expose a deeper "vee" of smooth cream-white flesh beneath her heaving breasts.
It was happening too swiftly for Laura to comprehend-one moment Virginia was soothing and embracing her and the next, the hot, sexy fragrance of the older girl's flesh was filling Laura's nostrils, making her trembling with unwanted, delicious excitement. She felt she was being hurtled toward some terribly lewd and yet deeply thrilling adventure as Virginia's fingers pushed more unsistently on her shoulders, and the hot, soft fullness of her belly crushed the young girl's face closer and closer to the dark forbidden triangle undulating gently beneath. Laura wanted to cry out in protest, feeling as if she were suffocating in satiny feminine flesh, but her heart pounded furiously with an urgent excitement and her will melted against the fiery current of demanding sexual hunger emanating from the swaying body above her.
Just then, the door-buzzer cut through the charged stillness of the apartment like a knife.
Startled, Laura quickly jerked her face away from Virginia's embarrassingly close body, and averted her eyes as she fumbled in her purse for a Kleenex. From the corner of her eyes, she saw Virginia close and belt her robe before padding across the carpet to the door. The girl took a deep, shaking breath as her confused thoughts slowed their terrible whirling, and she wondered frantically if she'd imagined the whole sudden episode. It was so fast and spontaneous, so eerie and completely unexpected she felt as if it were all happening in a dream. But the intense throbbing in her pussy and her wet, trembling thighs were vividly real as she wiped her tears from her cheeks. She felt her face burning in a furious blush as she stood up to meet the man Virginia was guiding toward her.
"Bob, I want you to meet my new roommate, Laura Campbell," Virginia said smoothly, as though none of it had happened. "Laura, this is my ... boy friend, Bob Hawkins."
"Lovely," Bob murmured with a charming smile. "She's an angel, Virginia."
Laura stammered something and awkwardly held out her hand, which he squeezed warmly. He was in his thirties, expensively dressed, with smooth handsome features and an air of easy self-confidence. His sophistication was a perfect match for Virginia's, Laura thought with envy. They both reminded her of the models she'd seen casually holding drinks at parties in glossy magazine ads for whiskey, a glittering world Laura wondered if she'd ever penetrate.
"Laura's looking for a job," Virginia said, throwing Bob a strange, amused look.
"What a coincidence," he smiled. "I may have an opening in a couple of weeks in my business. Public relations. I think I'm going to need a very attractive receptionist soon...."
Laura smiled back at him eagerly, noting the way he ran his eyes up and down her amply curved body, not in the blunt way she'd learned to detest in the last two weeks, but with a calculating, businesslike gaze.
"You're physically perfect for the job, Laura-" Bob began.
"Whoa, boy! Slow down," Virginia broke with a hard voice that startled Laura. "The opening won't come up for a couple of weeks, Bob, remember?"
"I may have a job by then," Laura said quickly.
"We'll see ... Why don't I show you your bedroom now so you can put your things away, honey," Virginia smiled, taking her arm. "If you're hungry, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. We'll discuss the details later."
Laura felt as if she were being dismissed, as Bob helped her with her suitcases, and then left her standing in her new bedroom, looking at it in awe. She heard them talking-arguing, it seemed, from the tone of their voices-in Virginia's bedroom, next to hers. Although their voices were low, Laura caught a few words: "Too soon, dammit!" Virginia snapped, " ... ruin everything ... let me handle this my way ... you'll scare her ... away ... wait!"
There was a silence for a minute and then soft romantic music filled the apartment as someone turned on the stereo. The voices resumed but they were completely inaudible now, low tones against a crescendo of violins. Laura sat on the bed, feeling confused as she struggled with a rush of emotions: She was established in a lavish new apartment, but she hadn't even had a chance to pay the rent yet, things had happened so swiftly. Her bedroom, spacious with a stunning view of the San Francisco skyline and the Golden Gate Bridge, had paintings on the walls, an enormous double bed, a plush carpet and even fashion magazines on the bedside table. She wanted to cry with exhilaration after two terrifying weeks in that cheap, depressing hotel room, but still she felt it was too good to be real, that Virginia would suddenly change her mind.
And then he shame rose to the surface as memory of the vivid hunger of a few minutes ago flooded her body. She was convinced she'd caused it, not Virginia. The woman had only been trying to comfort her, and Laura had been assaulted by the most obscene thoughts, crushing her lips to Virginia's soft hot belly, thinking terrible things, forbidden urges making her tremble with lust....
She quickly stripped to take the coldest shower of her life.
* * *
At nine that night, Laura sat on the living room sofa staring dreamily out the immense picture window at the shimmering lights of the vast city below. She didn't want music or television, she simply wanted to bask in the luxury and safety of the apartment, wanted to revel in the plush security of her new surroundings. Virginia had gone out an hour ago, stunning in a chic white gown that accentuated her full, high-set breasts and sexily rounded buttocks. With her dark flowing hair brushed and gleaming and her face expertly made up, she seemed to Laura like high society itself, an unattainable ideal of big city sophistication. She'd told Laura she was going to a party and wouldn't be back until early morning, and for one breathless moment, Laura had thought she was going to be invited along. Instead Virginia gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek and swept out the door regally.
Laura sighed and hugged her robe to her body, too excited to eat dinner. It never occurred to her to ask Virginia what she did for a living, but she assumed the older girl was a fashion model or a designer of some sort, moving gracefully in and out of jet-set parties, living the rich easy life she'd read about eagerly in fashion magazines. Laura wondered if she ought to try out the swimming pool in the courtyard, then remembered she didn't even have a bathing suit. She desperately wished her parents could see her now, a princess sitting idly in her palace The phone rang and Laura rushed to pick it up. "Hello?"
There was a rush of music and laughter in the background and a girl's tipsy voice giggled, "Izzat you, Virginia darling?"
"No, she's not here. Can I take a message for her?"
"Who in hell is this? Her latest?"
Laura frowned. "I'm her new roommate, Laura Campbell...."
"Oooooh," she squealed drunkenly, "a new recruit! I used to live there, honey. You turned on yet?"
"Turned on?" Laura echoed, baffled. "Turned on to what?"
"The good life, the swinging life, money, money, money, wild ever-lovin' parties oopps, I'm blowing it, never mind the message, sugar, I'll call some other time. Gimme a drink, someone!"
The line clicked dead and Laura slowly replaced the receiver, wondering what the girl had babbling about. What did she mean by a new recruit, and wild, ever-lovin' parties? She quickly decided the girl was a drunk and Virginia had probably tossed her out because she was too wild. It served her right, Laura thought, sanctimoniously; she herself never touched alcohol, so there'd be no problem on that score. Satisfied, Laura turned on the color TV and watched in rapture as glittering figures danced and laughed their way across the screen.
* * *
She stirred in the darkness of her bedroom, roused from her deep sleep by distant, unidentifiable moans that seemed to be growing sharper. Leaning up on her elbow, Laura sleepily looked at the glowing hands on her alarm clock beside her: Almost four A.M. She held her breath as the deep long moans became punctuated by sharp heavy grunts, and Laura realized they were coming from Virginia's bedroom. Her face turned red as she recognized the passionate sounds of love-making, and quickly huddled back under the covers, trying not to listen to the exciting echoes, but wondering why they hadn't used Bob's place. Then she remembered Virginia had left for the party alone, and it occurred to her the man in the next room might not be Bob. She told herself firmly it was none of her business, but found it impossible to go back to sleep as the hungry groans were replaced by sudden spurts of talk from the man and Virginia.
Against her will, but prodded by intense hot curiosity, Laura crept out of her bed and with her pulse racing furiously and her night gowned body burning with shame, she pressed her ear to the wall, holding her breath. Her self-disgust was overwhelmed by fascination.
"Goddamn, but you're hung," Virginia was gasping, "why the hell didn't you warn me? Another inch and I'll split apart-uuunnh!"
"Can't-help it," a rasping male voice panted, "your cunt-oooooohhh, that's hot'n juicy, Jesus, what a luscious cunt!"
"Tell me, did your wife ever do-this?"
Laura's mouth fell open as she heard the mattress thump heavily for a minute and the man's grunts became rapid and ecstatic.
"Fan-tastic," he groaned, "oh baby, your pussy is-ummmmm, what an ass! Virginia! Ooooh, Christ!"
"Oh yes, yes, yesssss," Virginia moaned loudly, "Now you've got me going, unnnnh! Oh, your big hard prick, honey, I love it! Fuck me harder, harder, ram it all the way-ahhhhh! in!"
Laura suddenly became aware that she was trembling violently from head to toe, that her fingers were fiercely squeezing her swollen breasts through the flimsy nylon and lace of her nightgown. She felt a profound wave of self-contempt sweep over her for eavesdropping on the woman who'd shown her only kindness and generosity, and moving on tiptoe, she hurried back to her bed and pulled the covers up over her head, trying desperately to muffle the wanton echoes of moans and slapping bodies and cries of sensual joy. But the obscene image of Virginia's sleek, cream-white body nakedly twisting and thrashing beneath the man's flashed on her mind, unbidden, sparking a molten rush of desire through her loins, and acting like a powerful magnet on her clenched fingers.
She hadn't seen Virginia naked, only the smooth milk-white skin of her lower breasts and belly, and vaguely the thick mysterious black tangle of her pussy-hairs, but Laura could imagine how sensuous and lush her new roommate would look naked, could vividly see in her mind's eye a man's huge penis lunging its thick red hardness deep between Virginia's openly parted thighs, and the image brought a sob of hunger and sheer envy from the younger girl's throat. She tried fervently to stifle the hot, sucking ache in her pussy by telling herself that the man was married and Virginia was being unfaithful to Bob, but the thought was hollow compared to the delirious sounds of fucking in the next room. Was the man squeezing her succulent breasts, Laura wondered eagerly, was his huge, lust-engorged cock ramming all the way into Virginia's glistening pink pussy?
She knew what she had to do now, and no amount of resistance could prevent her from throwing back the covers and spreading her tender thighs wide. With her nightgown bunched up around her waist, the gasping young blonde raised her knees and arched her back in breathless, urgent anticipation. She strained her ears sharply to hear Virginia's wild moans as she gripped her own hot turgid nipples in her fingers, lewdly stroking the swollen buds, pinching and pulling and rolling the tingling flesh while she began to undulate her ass-cheeks in slow, sensuous circles on the mattress, her desire-drenched cunt burning with a terrible impatience.
"Oh God, I wish I had a big thrilling cock!" she whispered hoarsely to herself. "I need it so bad...." But just saying the lewd four-letter word thrilled the naive young country girl as she heard the groans becoming more violent now in the silent apartment. Laura cupped her plump breasts and rubbed their silky heat together, shuddering in her desperation to feel what Virginia was now feeling, no longer caring what she did to herself as long as she could ease the terrible searing need in her loins. Yet she loved to torture herself this way, pretending she could always stop whenever she wished as long as she didn't actually touch her sacred vagina and trigger a frenzy of pent-up need. Too, there was the delight of the teasing ritual, shamefully wicked she knew, but she breathlessly slid her fingers down over her honeyed flesh, stroking her hips, then cuddling her ripe ass-cheeks, loving their fat roundness the way a lover would, exploring the hot satiny flesh eagerly. She began to jerk steadily to an invisible partner, watching her trembling soft thighs in the semi-darkness with soaring excitement, edging deliciously closer to the throbbing, soaked slit.
God, the man must be wonderful, Laura thought enviously as the groans and thrashing continued in the next room, but why hadn't he ejaculated yet? Did Virginia know how to keep an impatient man from cumming with some exotic trick? Her ex-husband had always cum almost instantly, spending most of his fifteen minute ritual fondling and pinching her succulent breasts, rarely touching the rest of her aching, tender body until he inserted his hot shaft for a dozen rapid thrusts. She wondered now if all men came so quickly, and listening to the lustful sounds from Virginia's bedroom, she began to moan very softly in rhythm to Virginia's loud groans pretending the man's gigantic cock was rippling and bursting in her own wildly pulsing cunt. Her fingers teasingly caressed her curly pubic hairs, easing down to within an inch of her wet pussy lips beneath and an electrifying impatience gripped her.
With lewd fascination, the hopelessly aroused blonde looked down at her parted thighs gleaming milk-white and tantalizing in the moonlight. She darted and extended a finger at the tiny swollen bud of her clitoris, and her body stiffened sharply at the quivering hot contact. Her breasts began to rise and fall rapidly as she started brushing and stroking the tumescent clit, her buttocks swaying faster while she rubbed back and forth. She felt delirious ripples of burning excitement shudder upward through her throbbing cuntal valley as her fingers spread the sticky moisture up and down over her outer cunt-lips, forcing herself not to pierce the aching walls just yet, savoring the self-torture of suspense, even the wonderful feel of hot guilt at not only committing a forbidden act, but watching herself avidly at the same time.
An urgent whimper came from her lips as she parted the tiny pale pussy curls and spread the flowing wetness lavishly over her aching pussy-flesh, her middle finger stabbing only a fraction of an inch into her trembling slit, but with shattering impact so that she arched her whole body and shuddered with delight. Her thighs quickly parted wider and she thrust her finger deeper and deeper between the desperately grasping lips of her cunt, moaning with agonized pleasure, the sounds of passion a few yards away becoming dimmer as she riveted her whole being between her silken thighs, lost now in her own ruthless need, caring about nothing except blissful release. Again she felt the eerie sensation that one part of her mind was utterly detached, watching the lewd, quivering young blonde with shocked disapproval, as she began to masturbate with rising lust, craning her head down further so she could see the finger worming deeper into the recesses of her burning wet orifice.
Her face was flushed crimson and her passion-suffused breasts heaving rapidly as she thrust her finger deeper and harder into her sucking pussy flesh, both seeing and feeling her glistening juice ooze onto her amber thighs, shivering with increasing pleasure as her stiffened finger circled her tiny cuntal opening lasciviously. Then she felt another wave of intense lust quiver through her passion-fired blood as she gradually ease; her extended middle finger up into the hotly enveloping passage of her cunt, and her buttocks wriggled in voracious need while her cunt sucked the finger hungrily up inside. Then came the onslaught of horrified self-disapproval she had expected and with headstrong defiance, Laura's face contorted into a depraved smile as she squeezed a second finger into her narrow, frantically clasping cunt, part of her shocked, the other part immensely enjoying the perverse thrills and even the guilt and shame.
She sucked in her breath with a loud hiss as she wriggled both fingers around furiously inside her searing pussy-flesh, drinking in her own luscious body with glazed eyes, her free hand harshly squeezing one of her swollen breasts, her ass-cheeks swinging in wide frenzied circles on the bed as the delicious thrills racing through her shuddering cunt became wilder and more spine-tingling. Obscene thoughts flitted through her mind convulsively as she slammed her fingers savagely deep, no longer watching in her lust but thrashing her head from side to side, her blonde hair whipping about her cheeks, her body arched and straining for release.
Lord, I'm doing it to myself and I love it! she thought deliriously, I only wish I had a real man here, though!
For a moment Laura wondered in horror if she were losing her mind but as her quivering, sweating body lunged faster on the two lewdly gorging fingers, she dimly realized she'd waited too long for release, had buried her natural passion too many times. She heard a low soft scream in the distance and stunned with alarm but to aroused to stop finger-fucking herself, she thought it came from her own throat. A series of rapid male grunts followed, and with relief she knew it was in the next room, that they were having a climax, and for one dangerous, almost insane moment, the wildly hungering country girl had a fierce urge to run naked and perspiring into her roommate's bedroom, to fling her burning body on the bed next to them and beg the man to pierce her aching cunt with every inch of his mammoth penis. She froze in panic, fearing for a split second that she might actually succumb to the mad impulse, but the moment's hesitation allowed her teetering self-control to return. Cautiously, she again began sliding her two fingers in and out between her wetly throbbing pussy lips, fearing that the couple in the next room might hear her whimpers and her buttocks thrashing on the mattress. She desperately wanted to stop now but the fiery ball of lust in her love-starved loins ruthlessly demanded release, sent its fierce ache to every tingling nerve in her perspiring body.
Biting her lip to muffle her passionate groans, Laura slipped her fingers gently in and out of her desire-soaked cunt, the strain of controlling her awakened lust as great as her need for an orgasm. She moved her buttocks softly, moaning in frustration as she realized the relief she so feverishly craved now seemed further away than ever. They were talking softly in the next room, laughing occasionally, and Laura dared to increase the tempo of her lunging fingers once more, again looking down at her nakedly straining body through tear-filled eyes, feeling a mad wish to reach down and lick her own sensitive thighs, to pierce her throbbing cunt-flesh with her hot wet tongue. She began to use both hands, two fingers sliding and wriggling in the passion-inflamed slit of her vagina, another finger rubbing her exposed clitoris and immediately sending electric thrills jolting through her loins. She bit her lip savagely to stifle the urgent groan in her throat as her fingertip rubbed rapidly back and forth on the tiny burning pleasure-bud. And all the while, her eyes were raking over her lust-tightened nipples, sweeping down her lushly rounded hips and smooth thighs, imagining the pleasure a man would feel from devouring her succulent curves. The thrills began to grow in intensity and Laura jerked faster inside her moisture-drenched pussy, her buttocks beginning to quiver in tiny blissful spasms, her tortured body beginning to thrash dangerously loud again on the softly creaking mattress.
Laura shut her eyes tightly and clenched her teeth as she slammed her rigid fingers brutally deep and hard into her tight-sucking cuntal flesh, feeling her moisture flow out freely onto her hand, a hot sticky gush of desire. She tried vividly to imagine it was a man's thick, blood-engorged penis that was ripping so deliciously in and out of her trembling pussy slit, a massive cock with a giant crimson tip that would batter her helpless vagina with electrifying power. And then it began to explode, a violent quivering deep inside her loins, a blazing pent-up release that made her perspiring body shudder madly in anticipation. She frantically brought her free hand up to her mouth to choke the scream, tasted her own thick, fragrant cum on her lips and whimpering in a frenzy of abandon, licked it greedily, all the while lunging her buttocks faster in time to her still savagely fucking fingers, her previous caution of no use now against the violent thrills exploding in her fiery cunt.
"Fuck me," she hissed loudly, shaking her blonde head crazily from side to side on the pillow, "Oh God, someone please fuck me!"
The clasping wet lips of her pussy worked and sucked feverishly on her rapidly in-thrusting fingers and her free hand flew wildly from her panting breasts to squeeze at her spasming belly and bring more of her searing vaginal secretions pouring out around her madly fucking fingers, while every fiber of her being tingle in sheets of fire. Low, incoherent moans spewed from the young girl's throat as the shattering orgasm continued to rack her softly quivering body, until she had to sink her teeth into her arm to stem the sobs and screams that rose in her throat, her piercing fingers keeping up 'he ruthless thrilling momentum in her cunt until the violent spasms began to subside. The warm tingling in her loins spread outward in waves of diminishing pleasure, overwhelming her keyed up flesh and relaxing her in a way that she'd been yearning for so long.
Still dazed at the startling intensity of her climax, Laura sagged back on the bed, shaking with exhaustion and sudden remorse. The young blonde slowly released her cum-soaked fingers from her still flexing pussy and then began to sob, very softly, tears of shame streaming down her burning face. She thought the others must have heard her in her depraved abandon, but that was only an added humiliation.
She'd solemnly promised herself she would never resort to that act again, regardless of how tortured or lustful she felt. Sex belonged in marriage and nowhere else, her mother had taught her with strict concern. Laura turned over and buried her face in the pillow, her perspiring body racked with guilty sobs, the soft glow of relaxed fulfillment fading quickly beneath her shame. After a while, when she was calmer, she went over the beginning of the act again, trying to find the point where she'd lost her self-control, realizing that if she could pinpoint it she could be on her guard for that crucial weakness next time. She vividly recalled the wild lewd moans of Virginia and her partner, their obscene comments and then the moment of surrender.
It was the image of a man's long hard penis flashing in her mind, she suddenly knew, the picture of a gigantic cock. She suddenly had a flash of rare insight when she discovered she never pictured a man's face or body, only his lust-swollen member. Did it mean she was afraid of men? She knew some girls would think she acted with exaggerated caution around men, but did that mean she actually had a morbid terror of them?
The more Laura tried to analyze her confused feelings, the more baffled and helpless she felt. She was certain only that her suppressed passion had escaped with fury and she'd done a terrible, forbidden thing. Next time she wouldn't surrender for anything in the world, she would cling with all her strength to her mother's words and to the thought of her devoted parents. But for the first time in her life Laura felt a chilling apprehension over her own intense passion, once it was aroused. She recalled with a shock some of the words she'd thought and even whispered-words she'd never used before-and remembered with guilt, and yet an undeniable, eerie excitement, the taste of her own vaginal moisture, sweet, slightly sticky, unlike anything she'd ever savored before.
She wondered in a moment of panic what would happen if her violent passion ever unleashed itself around a forceful man. Quickly, she reassured herself that would never happen. Someday she would meet a nice man-perhaps like her new roommate's friend, Bob, she thought eagerly.
He would propose to her, and they would settle down in blissful happiness. Then, and only then, would she let her wild desire loose, lavishing it on him with all he; accumulated urgency.
In the meantime, she would fight the hideous lust in her nature with every ounce of her will, crush and lock it safely in the dark recesses of her being where it couldn't escape.
Somewhere deep inside her, she thought she heard a faint mocking laugh just before she drifted into an exhausted sleep.
CHAPTER THREE
The shining optimism Laura radiated began to fade rapidly as the days rolled by, and not a single prospective employer called. Day after day she hounded the employment agencies, hearing the same weary explanation over and over: Jobs are phoned in on the spur of the moment when a vacancy occurs, and they would call her the second they found something suitable. Each day Laura eagerly groomed herself with care and read the classifieds and made the rounds of the agencies, until she was pointedly told not to bother the busy interviewers, and that she would be called the moment something turned up. After a week there wasn't a single agency she dared walk into, for fear of having her application tossed away in disgust. Too anxious to sit at home-Virginia assured her she would take any message down carefully-Laura left the apartment each morning and spent her day exploring the city, sporadically leaving applications in different banks and insurance companies as she wandered from Chinatown to Fisherman's Wharf to the Marina, dazzled by the exotic shops and quaint stores, jostled by a dozen different nationalities wherever she went.
And almost every day a man tried to pick her up, most of them politely, some brazenly and a few lecherously. She coldly rejected each, whether he was a longhair or a brash, fast-talking pimp, or a well-dressed businessman. Her mother's advice rang sharply in her ears wherever she went. No formal introduction, no date. With each firm rejection, she felt stronger, more secure and in control of herself. In her nightly bath, she scrupulously thought of her parents whenever her fingers hovered uncertainly around her soft thighs, and in her bedroom she used the full-length mirror only for dressing, the memory of her obscene posing exhibition in her shabby hotel room-and its frightening aftermath-stingingly vivid in her mind.
She was breathless in anticipation each afternoon when she went back to the apartment, telling herself that this time there was bound to be a message waiting for her from one of the agencies or companies where she'd left an application. And each afternoon, Virginia, who was usually awake by five, would sadly shake I her head. Only once after that night when Laura's suppressed passion had erupted into a violent masturbation did Virginia bring another man home with her, although a few times she stayed out 'til dawn before coming home alone. Laura woke briefly to listen to their torrid love-making, grimly fought the wild urge in her blood and finally went back to sleep with a smile of triumph on her face. She saw Virginia for only a little while each day, minutes at a time during Virginia's bathing and grooming process before she went out for the night, and to Laura's vast relief, their strange, lascivious body-contact never happened again after their first meeting. Laura invariably stayed in the apartment at night alone, watching television or listening to music and reading. There was an occasional cryptic phone message for Virginia, usually a man's voice leaving a number or an address with a specified time. Laura never probed into the woman's business, too preoccupied with her own precarious situation. She was rapidly running out of money, although she ate the cheapest foods and never spent more than fifty cents a day on carfare.
A week after she moved in, she met the landlord and his wife, an experience which left her disturbed. The older couple were sitting in the living room chatting with Virginia when Laura returned from job-hunting, and she immediately sensed something strange about them. They were in their early fifties, prosperous-looking-Virginia later explained that they were very wealthy, owning a lot of lucrative properties in the area-and even attractive in a faded-sexy way, considering their age.
Laura politely declined their offer of a drink, but sat down with them for awhile at Virginia's invitation. Virginia seemed to know them intimately, and while the three talked about real-estate and stock speculation, the husband and wife alternately eyed the young blonde in a way that made her skin crawl, both of them at times staring rather pointedly at her full breasts and long shapely legs, the wife staring at her thighs so lustfully that Laura felt her face turning beet-red with embarrassment. Virginia didn't seem to notice, but after a few minutes Laura had to excuse herself and went to her bedroom while they talked in very low tones. She had the odd feeling they were discussing her and came to the positive conclusion that, regardless of how much Virginia might like them, or how rich they were, they were definitely creeps.
Even Virginia was beginning to make her uneasy with her embarrassing personal questions: Didn't Laura have a boy friend by now? Wasn't she having sex with someone, even casually? How had she gotten along in bed with her ex-husband? Wasn't she afraid that she might be frigid? The questions were slipped subtly into small talk, and because Laura felt so indebted to her voluptuous roommate, she always answered truthfully, thinking Virginia was just curious because she liked her so much.
Yet there was always an air of suspense around Virginia, and Laura had the eerie sensations the other woman was biding her time, waiting for something.
Ten days after she'd moved into the plush apartment, Laura found herself flat broke. Her rent wasn't due for almost three weeks yet, but she could no longer take a streetcar downtown to look for a job-it was too far to walk-and her food supply was almost gone. Laura hung around the apartment that day while Virginia slept, wondering frantically why she hadn't found a job after searching so intensely. She didn't have the courage to ask Virginia for a loan, nor could she write to her parents who could barely eke out a living themselves on their few rocky acres of land. There seemed to be only one possibility and she clung to it fiercely, pacing the apartment with nervous steps until Virginia would wake up. At four that afternoon, her tall, sleepy-eyed roommate came out of her bedroom and Laura hurried to pour her a cup of coffee. They sat together at the small dinette table, Virginia carelessly exposing an alluring white expanse of her cleavage as her robe flopped open, her eyes warm and thoughtful on the young blonde.
"I can't understand why no one's called me," Laura said with desperation. "I must have left a hundred applications since I've come to town, and I haven't had a single reply."
"Business recession," Virginia said sympathetically. "I've seen it like this before, honey. You can knock yourself out and look like a million dollars, but if there aren't any jobs, it's tough. How's your money holding out, Laura?"
The girl stared back at her, red-faced. "I've got four cents, a can of tuna fish and a half-dozen eggs. Virginia, I was hoping ... you could talk to Bob for me. Remember he said he might have a vacancy for a receptionist?" Laura's voice grew eager: "I'm sure I can handle that, I can even type letters for him. Won't you please talk to him for me, Virginia?"
Virginia nodded and went over to the phone. While she dialed, Laura frowned, wondering if she'd actually seen a gleam of triumph in the other woman's eyes when she'd told her she was broke, or whether her desperate situation was twisting her imagination. It only lasted a second, but she could have sworn Virginia was almost ... happy at the news. Her roommate talked briefly on the phone, hung up and came back to the table.
"He'll be done in a minute, honey. You're really in a tough spot, you know. But I think that Bob and I can get you out of it. I was in your situation when I came to town almost ten years ago, Laura, and I was lucky enough to find someone really ... interested in me. Now I drive a new car every year, I've got a mink in the closet, two bank accounts and I fly to Europe whenever I feel like it. You can do the same, honey," she said huskily, stroking Laura's arm and with a soft vibrant caress, "if you'll just listen to me and Bob."
"But how?" Laura asked curiously, a sharp stab of excitement tingling in her blood at the thought of being that rich.
"Public relations is a big business now," Virginia replied smoothly, "with a lot of different angles to it. Bob and I will show you the ropes, and I think after awhile you'll get to the point where you really love your work," she smiled, her eyes glittering with a light that made Laura unconsciously shiver. "There are so many fringe benefits; parties, free liquor, free dinners at fine restaurants, bonuses, tax-free gifts from very satisfied customers, maybe an occasional free trip to Europe too, once in awhile, if you play your cards right. You just have to look beautiful at all times and remember the customer is always right...."
Laura listened with fascination, and was about to ask a dozen questions when the doorbell buzzed. Virginia let Bob in and they both sat at the dinette with freshly made martinis while Laura had a cup of coffee, her body trembling with eagerness and her mind echoing Virginia's exciting description. At least the mystery of Virginia's occupation was cleared up. She obviously worked for Bob in his public relations business. He looked more prosperous than ever with his easy, charming smile and custom-tailored clothes. Laura wondered innocently how Virginia could find other men attractive enough to sleep with when her boy friend was so handsome.
"About the receptionist's job," Bob said with a sigh, "I'm afraid that's out, Laura. The girl has decided to stay on."
Laura's face fell when she saw all the fabulous, glittering rewards Virginia had described in such glowing terms slipping far away from her, forever out of reach.
"But," Bob went on, grinning, "I do have an opening in my escort service. Just a few hours' work, Laura, but it's a chance to enjoy yourself and make-"
"Fifty dollars," Virginia broke in, throwing Bob a sharp look. "And you'll get to go to a few of the better nightclubs and see some floor shows."
"Escort service?" Laura echoed, baffled. "Fifty dollars for just going to a few nightclubs?"
"That's right," Bob nodded, smiling his warm friendly grin. "You see, part of my business is keeping out-of-town big shots entertained. They come to a strange city on business for one or two days, they get lonely at night and they don't want to go out by themselves. So I keep them happy by providing company for an evening, usually a pretty young girl like yourself. It's all on the up and up, Laura. Normally, you'd get a lavish dinner thrown in free, but this particular ... ah, customer, doesn't care about eating so much. He just wants to have a few drinks, a few laughs with a pretty girl, that's all."
Laura listened carefully, thought for a minute and then said: "I don't know, Bob. It sounds like awfully easy money, but I promised my mother before I left Kansas that I wouldn't ever go out with a stranger-"
"Suppose Bob and I came with you to chaperone?" Virginia said quickly, squeezing her hand. "We're your friends-Wouldn't that be all right with your mother?"
Laura nodded eagerly, her heart thumping with excitement at the easy solution. No matter who the stranger turned out to be, she'd be completely safe with Bob and Virginia. Then a moment later her face fell again. "But I'm not twenty-one," she sighed, "so I can't get into a nightclub, and besides, I don't drink."
Bob waved his hand airily. "Hell, I'll fix that. I've got an I.D. you can use until I fix you up with one of your own. I mean," he added quickly, "if you decide you like being an escort and want more dates. And you don't have to drink, of course, although my client would like it more if you did."
"Why don't you call your client now. Bob?" Virginia said, standing up, "And I'll help Laura get ready." She smiled down at the young blonde. "The date is for tonight at eight o'clock, so I think we ought to eat now, honey, and then make ourselves beautiful, okay?"
Laura nodded happily, just a trifle dazed by the swiftness of the event. "It sounds like terrific fun," she said innocently.
* * *
"Just stunning," Virginia sighed as she hovered over Laura at seven-thirty. "Honey, you even make my mouth water."
Laura blushed as she stood in front of the mirror, fascinated by the way Virginia had applied makeup to her blonde-framed face, using swift, professional touches to make her look slightly older and much sexier. She wore her best dress, dull compared to Virginia's sleek tight-fitting black silk dress, but with heavy eye shadow and borrowed jewelry, she had to admit to herself that she looked alluring, at the very least. The dress was plain but snug, so that its simplicity merely pointed up her lusciously rounded breasts, narrow waist, and smoothly tapered legs. Virginia stood beside her at the mirror, primping Laura's long glossy hair, one hand resting lightly on her soft ass-cheek as she spoke in a throaty voice:
"Now listen carefully, Laura: It won't hurt to sip at a drink, just to be social. You'll hurt your date's feelings if you don't make him spend money, so order martinis and just coast on one drink. Let him do all the talking and if he puts his hand on your knee under the table, don't panic. Pretend you don't notice...." Her fingers gently stroked and rubbed Laura's buttocks, and the girl shivered at the bold familiarity. "See what I mean?" Virginia chuckled, squeezing her ass-cheek lasciviously. "A little body contact doesn't hurt, baby. Don't ask him any personal questions, especially about his family. Hell, he's in town to get away from them, usually. He'll want to go to a topless show-they're all nude nowadays-so don't act shocked when you see a bevy of naked girls flaunting their tits and asses at you. Just have a good time and don't worry about anything. Ready to go?"
Laura nodded eagerly, sucking in her breath as Virginia suddenly traced a fingertip hard down the crevice of her buttocks with a lewd chuckle. She wanted to protest, but it seemed like a joke at the time, so she laughed nervously instead. She followed Virginia down to the garage, where Bob was impatiently glancing at his watch. "We have to pick him up at his hotel," he explained. The three of them got in Virginia's shiny new convertible, and the car lurched onto the street as Virginia drove with cheerful recklessness, heading downtown. Laura sat in the middle of the front seat, her thigh pressing uncomfortably tight to Bob's, and she stiffened slightly when his arm rested over her shoulder and his fingers dangled carelessly down onto the swell of her upper breast, casually caressing the tawny flesh above the low-cut neckline of her dress. Her face reddened as his fingers grew bolder, tracing tiny circles and edging down closer to her covered nipple.
"Cut it out, Bob," Virginia said sharply, and he quickly withdrew his arm with a shrug. Laura looked curiously at her sleek roommate, startled at the authority in her voice, wondering if she worked for Bob after all, or whether it was possibly the reverse. At the moment she was too excited to care: She felt exhilarated with adventure, and awed by the prospect of actually dating a rich man and being paid an incredible fifty dollars simply for letting him spend money on her. She squirmed her buttocks on the soft leather seat, reveling in the luxurious feel of the new car, basking in her new glow of sophistication. Even Virginia's vulgar humor as she fondled Laura's buttocks a few minutes before in the apartment couldn't destroy the young girl's adoring trust in her new found roommate. If she listened to Virginia, she could have a gleaming new car like this someday, possibly even a mink coat in her closet and two bank accounts! It seemed amazingly simple, so simple she wondered if she might be dreaming.
The car swung recklessly through the congested night traffic, until Virginia jerked it to a halt in front of an impressively lavish hotel, and Bob quickly got out.
"Why don't you get in the back seat now, honey," Virginia said to Laura. She hurried to obey, peering at the front entrance of the hotel curiously. A minute later she saw Bob emerge with a powerfully built man who must have been in his mid-forties. He looks like a gorilla, Laura thought with revulsion. For a moment they stood on the sidewalk a dozen feet away, talking in low tones, and Laura sensed they were arguing about her. Finally, the squat man nodded brusquely and they came to the car. The man climbed in beside her, his hard eyes sweeping over her face to her breasts to her legs in one rapid movement before his lips spread in a delighted grin.
"Laura, this is Carl Fraser," Bob said rapidly from the front seat. Before she could say anything, the car swung out from the curb and entered the stream of traffic. Feeling intensely awkward, Laura held out her hand and the big man clutched it in his meaty fist with surprising gentleness, but his voice was a deep rumble.
"You're a hell of a lot lovelier than Bob said, Laura. Jesus, you're built! Are you sure she isn't sixteen?" he asked Bob.
"Don't you wish!" Bob laughed.
"Easy does it, everybody," Virginia said from the driver's seat. Laura had the uneasy feeling they were all hiding something from her, and she sat rigidly, staring straight ahead at first, feeling the man's eyes smoldering on her face and body. He was ugly, Laura thought, but in a kind of strange powerful way, his piercing eyes dominating a pudgy face. She'd always imagined rich businessman were cultured and educated, but she'd heard of self-made men and decided Carl Fraser must fit the mold perfectly. His huge hand came to rest on hers, squeezing it as it lay idly on the car seat.
"Take it easy, kid," he rasped, "I won't bite you. Hey Bob, hit the first nightclub you see. I think a drink will loosen her up. Never mind the booby shows."
"Well, I want to see them," Virginia chuckled, "and we're almost on Titty Row, so hang on."
Ten minutes later the car was parked in a lot on Broadway, and as they got out, Laura gaped up and down the busy street at scores of glaring signs advertising naked girls, some of them illustrated with immense girls sporting impossibly huge breasts and buttocks. In less than five minutes they were all seated in a dark, noisy nightclub with drinks in front of them and a half-dozen totally naked girls swaying and grinding their spotlighted bodies in rhythm to the jarring band, on a stage six feet away.
Laura was grateful their table was so dark: She'd never seen another naked girl, and the spectacle of six of them proudly displaying their breasts and pubic hair and even-she saw with an added shock-their pink pussies before an audience made her face turn crimson with embarrassment. Without thinking, she took a gulp of her drink and began coughing violently, feeling Carl's massive hand thumping on her back.
"She'll be all right," Virginia shouted above the ear-splitting music. "She doesn't drink very much."
A minute later, gasping lungfuls of air, Laura straightened up and watched the show, hiding her shock beneath a taut smile. There seemed to be an endless variety of breasts and nipples and pubic mounds, all contrasting with each other.
None of them danced with any pretense of grace, but ground their hips to a steady, obscene rhythm, thrusting their hair-fringed vaginas with a bored mechanical air, except for one slender girl who seemed to hypnotize Virginia. Her petite breasts bounced only slightly and her face was intense as she snaked her slim hips to a wild, lascivious rhythm, her small dark pubic triangle seeming to grip an invisible penis. At the same moment Laura took a delicate sip of her martini, her first gulp hit her with vicious impact. Before, she'd felt only slightly dizzy but now she felt a hot glow radiating from her stomach outward through her loins and nipples and brain like a jolt of electric current. She slowly realized as she watched the nakedly jerking girls that one of them was squinting at her with a strange hungry expression, actually directing her gyrating thighs at her! She thought it must be her imagination but Virginia leaned over and said in her ear: "I think the redhead has a crush on you, honey!"
Laura bit her lip with embarrassment, hoping no one else had noticed. The redhead was smiling at her now, grinding her voluptuously thick thighs and coarse reddish triangle with clumsy fervor. Laura didn't know why or what the depraved creature saw in her, but she had a sudden powerful urge to escape all of them. She felt sorry for them, having to make a living in this revolting manner, and decided it wasn't much better than being a prostitute. She leaned close to Carl and said: "May we go after this drink, please?"
He clutched her arm. "Anything you want, baby. Hell, you're more stacked and beautiful than any of 'em. We'll go now."
He told the others and Virginia looked irritated, but said nothing as Carol tossed a large bill on the table and they faded out. The air was clean and crisp in Laura's nostrils, clearing her mind. They decided on a jazz emporium down the block, and feeling much more relaxed and grateful to Carl for his quick response, Laura began smiling at him playfully as they listened to the jazz, sipping two drinks cautiously in a row. She felt very high and full of excitement after awhile, laughing uproariously at the businessman's remarks, hoping she wasn't acting drunk and firmly refusing another drink after that. Virginia seemed delighted at her behavior and Bob grinned encouragingly at her across the table.
Laura was astonished at her own date's behavior. She'd started out expecting the worst from him and he hadn't said a single vulgar word or even put his hand on her leg. He was a gentleman, Laura decided with a warm glow, a considerate, charming man in spite of his gorilla-like appearance. She decided that the hard, primitive gleam in his eyes must be the businessman's traditional shrewdness and once, feeling giddy with alcohol, she put her arm around his neck and nuzzled her cheek to his out of gratitude.
"I can wait, honey," he grinned back at her with a pleasant rasp, puzzling Laura.
At eleven-thirty she yawned and giggled, "I know you'll all think I'm a party-pooper," she told them, giggling, "but I'm usually in bed by this time of night. I think I'd better go home now, please."
Virginia leaned close to Laura and whispered in her ear, "Look, honey, Bob and I want to stay out and enjoy ourselves. Why don't you let Carl take you home in a taxi? You see he can be trusted by now, and he's been awfully nice to you."
Laura agreed quickly, "He seems really sweet, Virginia. Does he pay me or-"
"Bob will pay you later, honey. Don't mention money to Carl, and one other thing: Let him have a nightcap at the apartment, will you? He'll like that."
"Sure, Virginia. It's been a lot of fun."
Virginia smiled broadly and squeezed Laura's thigh. "There's more on the way, baby. You wouldn't believe how much."
* * *
Laura hummed all the way home in the taxi, feeling wonderfully high and even slightly aroused from the martinis. Carl was very quiet, glancing at her silky thighs from time to time but otherwise staring out the cab window in silence.
"How about a nightcap?" Laura asked in what she hoped was a properly sophisticated manner as the taxi stopped before her apartment building.
"That's one way to put it," Carl chuckled. He tossed a bill at the driver, and followed her through the lobby into the elevator. A faint uneasiness gripped Laura as he faced her during the elevator ride, his eyes bluntly devouring her half-naked breasts and softly curved hips, then boring into hers with a ravenous light. She hesitated as she fumbled with her key at the door, but he took it from her, unlocked the door and swung it open. She felt his eyes raking over her ripe buttocks as he followed her inside.
"There's the portable bar," she pointed nervously. "I don't know how to mix drinks."
"Straight gin is okay," he said, taking off his jacket, "then get 'em off, baby. I can't wait to see those juicy tits and that fantastic ass. Christ, you put on a beautiful act, a good one, though. Little Miss Prude," he laughed, taking off his tie and starting to unbutton his shirt. "I can understand it though, Laura. Hell, you've got friends in town and you want to look straight in public." He paused with his shirt half off, displaying a massive chest with thick, matted dark hair. "What're you waiting for? I'm horny as hell."
Laura's green eyes widened in confusion and her heart began to hammer with sickening fear. Something was terribly wrong and she was too speechless with fright to ask him what he meant. She could actually see the massive outline of his erection straining at his pants. Her knees trembled wildly and she shook her head.
"I ... I don't understand," she finally blurted out. "I'm your-escort, and that's all, for fifty dollars-"
"Fifty, hell!" he snorted, removing his shirt angrily. "I paid Bob a hundred, plus all the expenses for tonight." He unbuckled his pants as he spoke and began taking them off. "Look, honey, if you've got a problem with your agent, that's your business. I'm not gonna argue all night, not with that gorgeous body. Get your stuff off now."
Laura stood frozen to. the carpet, shaking from head to toe with rising panic as he stripped his shorts off rapidly. She stared in disbelief at his squat powerful body, more gorilla-like than ever with its profusion of dark, animal-like hair, but it was his erection that struck terror in her heart. She could see the red veins pulsing on its thick mammoth trunk and the tip was a glistening purple, swollen to a horrifying size that dwarfed her ex-husband's. She couldn't tear her gaze from his long hard blood-engorged cock, hovering out from his dark loins like a battering ram, his scrotum dangling swollen and obscenely bull-like beneath. The mere thought that he might try to pierce her tiny vagina with his monstrous cock made her feel faint.
Tears stung her eyes as she searched desperately for words. "No, no," she finally whispered, "you don't understand, Carl-I'm not that kind of girl-"
His laugh burst mockingly and a moment later he was striding nakedly toward her, his eyes burning with hunger and a look of savage purpose on his pudgy face. Laura tried desperately to move, to flee from the squat looming figure but her shaking legs betrayed her. In an instant his meaty hand had gripped the V-neck of her dress, and the feel of his rough fingers crushing into her cleavage, the pungent smell of his naked hairy maleness and above all the threat of his massive penis, so huge and close to her softly trembling thighs, utterly paralyzed her will.
"Listen," he snarled in a low dangerous voice, "are you gonna take this off or am I?"
For a moment her lips moved soundlessly while her mounds panted with spine-tingling fear. She knew from the increasing pressure of his powerful fist he meant to rip her dress off in one brutal sweep, leaving it a useless rag. And in spite of the panic and confusion she felt, she also knew from the ravenous glint in his eyes that any resistance on her part would not only be useless but might provoke his anger further. Her voice finally issued in a hoarse whimper:
"No-please don't rip my dress, it's my best one ... I'll take it off-please don't hurt me, Carl."
For one terrifying moment she feared he might tear it off anyway but his grip slowly eased up as his fingers probed the hot silky flesh of her upper breasts. Then he let his pent-up breath out with a slow hiss and nodded, stepping back a couple of feet so he could view her entire body.
"Okay," he rasped impatiently, "take it off, honey. And no more games. I've been playing it your way all night, and now we're gonna play it my way-hot, loving sex. Move it!"
As if there were still a possible way out of her nightmare, Laura glanced frantically at the door, but she knew deep down her situation was now completely hopeless. He could cut her off easily and in his anger at her lie he might ravage her body in some horrible, perverted way with his grotesque cock. With a deep, shaking breath of total resignation, the frightened young blonde reached behind her and fumbled with the zipper of her dress, bowing her head with shame but still unable to take her eyes from his thick, blood-reddened erection. She was intensely ashamed of her curiosity, but she'd seen only one penis in her life and it now seemed puny in comparison. She'd assumed in her innocence that all men were endowed like her ex-husband, and that most of them probably made love in the same quick, selfish and unimaginative manner.
Although she was still in the grip of an icy breathless fear, and she deliberately moved her fingers as slowly as she reasonably could while unzipping her dress, a tiny shiver of delicious anticipation rippled through Laura's blood while she gazed at Carl's throbbing rod of flesh. Her face burned as her mind was filled with the still vivid memory of her lewd finger-fucking less than two weeks before, when she had listened with desperate envy as Virginia entertained her lover in the next bedroom. It was the image of the unseen man's huge lust-bloated cock that had then triggered her frenzy of finger-fucking, and it now struck her with a shock that she now actually had a live, pulsating penis only a few feet away, its blunt, bulbous head crimson with impatience. She trembled violently as she slipped her dress off over her shoulders and stepped out of it, averting her shame-flushed face as she folded it neatly in a pathetic gesture of surrender.
"Oooooh, Jesus," Carl muttered, wiping his palms on his hairy thighs, "what tits and legs: That sucker Bob could have asked two hundred for something like you ... Come on, keep moving!"
Laura turned her back to him and placed the folded dress on the sofa, pausing for a moment before she turned back to face him, feeling an intense shame as she lingered in the bent-over position. She knew exactly what he was seeing how many countless times had she posed in panties and a brassiere and nylons in lewd, secret sessions before her mirror?-and even her panic couldn't keep her from shivering with a thrill of pride. His gaze would be on her voluptuous ass-cheeks and the smooth, firm flesh of her thighs just beneath, then running down her tapered legs with admiration.
Still avoiding his eyes, she turned back and groped for her brassiere hooks, all the while keeping her head down so that her blonde hair dangled in front of her face. She watched the lush white mounds of her breasts swell forward as she unsnapped the white lace brassiere and slowly, her hesitation causing her own suspense to mount to a nerve-racking pitch, brought it down over her arms and removed it. Her shame deepened as she saw her nipples spring eagerly forth, as if pleading to be caressed and kissed.
"What a pair of knockers!" Carl grunted, and another thrill of undeniable pleasure coursed through Laura's blood. She knew she must still be afraid-her knees felt like jelly and her heart was thudding with a sickening dread-but something violent and depraved was beginning to kindle deep inside her loins, a smoldering urgency that had been buried far too long. Again, as she'd done so many times since her shameful orgy of finger-fucking that night, she thought of her parents, but this time the cold edge of control didn't return: The reality of this naked, ugly and yet virile stranger standing ominously before her, drinking in her lush curves with relish and lust was beginning to shatter her self-control.
Her fingers gripped the narrow elastic waistband of her panty house and a moment later she sucked in her breath with terror as Carl suddenly stepped up to her and grasped her nakedly exposed breasts in his thick, coarse fingers, caressing their hot fullness with greed.
"Oh, baby, your tits are beautiful! Just born for sucking!"
Laura bit her lip to stifle the sudden fearful moan in her throat as he pinched a nipple, rolling its juicy plumpness between his thumb and forefinger, his other hand covering her whole mound in a thrilling squeeze. But as he fondled the lush silkiness of her breasts, her earlier panic began to return with added fury: Up close, with his blood-inflated shaft almost touching her defenseless pubic mound, the innocent country girl could see the purple veins pulsing in its trunk and the massive size of it terrified her. How could he possibly hope to get the monstrous thing up inside her tiny, tender vagina?
"I'll do-anything you say," she whispered urgently, "anything, but please don't put ... that thing inside me, please!"
His harsh laugh burst in her ears again:
"Honey, I give you my solemn promise-Once I get my dick in, you'll beg me not to take it out! And you'll do anything I say anyway. Hell, I bought you, baby. You're paid for, juicy tits, hot beautiful ass and sweet luscious pussy!"
The next moment a deep moan leaped from Laura's lips as he abruptly lowered his mouth and seized one of her turgid nipples in his lips and sucked greedily, sending wild tingles of excitement racing through her body. She clenched her fists with the shocking realization that she was doing it to keep from actually grasping his big cock in her hands and stroking it eagerly. For a minute, Carl kissed and sucked and tongued the swollen nipple-bud while he dug his fingers harshly into the panty-covered flesh of her buttocks, grunts of animal pleasure coming from his throat. Laura felt her loins begin to hammer insistently, her cheeks burning when she felt the hot trickle of her cuntal juices starting to ooze in her trembling cunt. He suddenly shifted his greedy lips to her other fat nipple and repeated the exciting ritual of sucking, this time gently biting the sensitive bud to make her shiver with surprise.
She felt his hands grope for her ass-cheeks meanwhile and as he clutched them, squeezing fiercely to make her groan in spite of her shame, for the first time he actually touched her belly with his gorged prick. Laura felt an instant revulsion when the huge searing knob pressed against her soft thigh-flesh, but she found it impossible to step back while he gripped her buttocks so savagely. Thinking about a swollen cock could arouse her intensely, she suddenly discovered, but to feel its hot immensity, its lustfully attractive purple crown crushing against her tender flesh was alarming. Its hardness throbbed and burned with frightening power, and while tingling thrills shuddered through her half-naked body as the squat businessman sucked ravenously on her nipple, one part of her was becoming terrified at what she knew was inevitable.
With a last lingering suck, Carl finally withdrew his lips and stepped back, his eyes glazed with lustful urgency. "Finish stripping," he ordered brusquely. "Mmmm, God, your tits are driving me crazy. Now let's see what the rest of your juicy body tastes like. Come on!"
Her heart pounding with a peculiar mixture of panic and wild excitement, Laura eased her buttocks down on the edge of the sofa to remove her pantyhose. She watched his eyes drink in the soft curve of her plump hips as she rolled off her hose with trembling fingers, purposely not removing her panties beneath at the same time. She felt, with desperate but silly logic, that if she could somehow keep her panties on as long as possible, he might not actually ravage her almost virginally tight vagina with his gigantic cock, that perhaps he might ejaculate prematurely just by fondling her soft, silky body. His eyes were running hungrily over her tapered legs now. caressing the smooth flesh as she finished removing her hose. Then Laura huddled helplessly on the edge of the sofa, knowing her curly golden cunt-hairs were visible through her thin white panties, praying he wouldn't brutally tear away her last remaining protection.
"What're you waiting for?" Carl rasped impatiently, looking more obscene than ever as he gripped the blood-engorged penis in one hand as if readying it for a savage assault. "Get those panties off-I'm dying to see that hot little pussy of yours."
"Don't hurt me," she whimpered, stalling desperately for time, "you're so enormous, and I'm-I-I've only had one man in my life and he wasn't very big. I'm tight down there."
A lewd grin spread over his thick lips and his eyes shone. "If I could believe that, you're really in for a hot time. Get your panties off-now!"
She opened her mouth to protest, but shut it instantly when she saw the burning look in his eyes. Quickly, she stood up and began easing her lewdly clinging panties down over her hips, watching the avid lust on his coarse face grow intense as she revealed the delicate blonde "vee" of her pubic hair. She stepped out of the flimsy panties and left them lying on the floor, standing naked and helpless before him, shaking with terror now that not even a single shred of clothing stood between her tender slit and his throbbing red rod of male flesh. But even in her breathless fear, there was a fierce rising undercurrent of excitement as his eyes devoured her silky curves, from the tawny tips of her plump, succulent moons down over her slender waist to her lushly molded hips and down further, lingering with hunger on her curly blonde tangle to sweep over the ripe flesh of her thighs and delicate calves.
My God, Laura thought with an abrupt shock, he's actually going to rape me! This complete stranger is going to put his thick hard cock up deep inside me and there's nothing I can do about it-or want to do about it! I'm terrified, and yet I want him to! Lord, forgive me, but I want his penis deep inside my pussy so terribly bad, I think I'll go crazy if he doesn't ... It's been so long, and I don't care if he tears me in two with that monstrous thing, I want him to fuck me-Yes, fuck me! I hate myself but I can't help myself ... What in God's name is wrong with me?
She felt her cheeks turn crimson at the lewd voice in her mind, but the fire in her loins had gathered into a searing ball of pure lust, prodded by her year of rigid self-denial. She knew how stunned her parents would be if they could see their lovely young daughter now, standing here naked with her proud breasts heaving with passion as she faced a squat, gorilla-like stranger-old enough to be her own father-waiting with lustful eagerness for him to thrust his obscenely huge red penis deep into her trembling cunt. Laura knew his massive rod of lust-crazed male flesh would ravage her inexperienced pussy brutally, that the agony might even cause her to faint, but the shameless desire in her loins craved even that punishment as long as he satisfied her. Nothing else mattered anymore, not even the romantic, innocent fantasy of meeting a nice young man, that she'd carefully cultivated during the long, tormented nights of yearning. Only the ruthless ache in her trickling hot pussy mattered, making her tremble with almost unbearable suspense.
"I'll do whatever you say," she whispered humbly, staring at the floor and hugging her panting breasts to hide her rising lust.
Silently, he picked up a pillow from the sofa and tossed it on the carpet in front of her.
"Lie down on the floor," he commanded, "and put your lovely ass on that."
Shivering with apprehension and desire, Laura obeyed him. She shut her eyes as she sank her buttocks into the soft pillow, and raised her legs slightly and parted her thighs. She clenched her fists to brace herself for the first agonizing lunge of his uncaring penile shaft-even the terrible pain would be better than no love, she told herself.
The innocent, silken blonde was in for the surprise of her life, a surprise that would change her destiny forever....
Carl Fraser stared at the lusciously naked girl on the floor for almost a full minute, feeling the blood surge hotly in his angry red cock as he congratulated himself once more on his luck. He didn't believe her childish story for a second, of course; she was a whore or Bob wouldn't have lined her up for him. But she was far more succulent and beautiful than Bob had described on the phone, with fantastic tits and buttocks, and skin like pure golden satin. He could see the slender pink lips of her cunt peeping back at him through her spun-gold triangle of pubic hair, and there was such an aura of adolescence and innocence about the cringing blonde that for a split-second he was tempted to believe her. The fact that she wasn't yet twenty-one didn't help her story, either; he'd had whores of fifteen who were already jaded. But this one, he decided as he studied her smooth, full thighs and delicate pussy-lips, deserved the very best of his artistic skill.
He lay down on the carpet beside her and began stroking the hot rounded flesh of her belly while he kissed her hard on the lips, forcing his tongue between them and deep into her warm wet mouth. She moaned slightly and began undulating her hips impatiently beneath his fingers, still not touching him with her own hands.
For a moment the rich businessman felt a stab of anger; he didn't mind playing perverse games occasionally, such as when a whore thought he would like it or pay more if they pretended to be virgins, thus forcing him to rape them, but this juicy piece was carrying her game too far. She'd already aroused him to a feverish pitch of desire and it would serve her right if he simply rammed his swollen member as deep into her juicy slit as it would go, without any foreplay at all! But instead Carl decided to play along with her asinine game! He would shatter her dumb pretenses by arousing her to a delirious state of lust, forcing her to beg him for his cock.
For a minute he continued to kiss her on the lips while he fondled the tender skin up between her trembling thighs, stroking the moistened flesh close to her cuntal lips in a teasing dance with his fingertips, feeling her hot, satiny body beginning to tremble wildly with increasing passion. Still she didn't touch him with her fingers or make any effort to suck on his tongue, so Carl cupped her moist pussy mound in the palm of his hand and pressed down savagely. Her soft body arched and a low shocked moan rolled from her throat, and a moment later she pressed her inner thighs urgently upward around his hand, a brazen invitation for him to finger-fuck her. Instead, he reached beneath to the crevice of her velvety ass-cheeks and probed with his middle finger, searching out her tiny puckered anus. Laura began to squirm her buttocks in a wide circle, trying to sit on his finger, but he still tantalized her, lewdly caressing the burning circle of her anus with teasing motions of his fingertip, his palm still rubbing methodically around over her now-lunging cuntal valley, which was becoming soaked with her cunt-juices.
He felt the blood begin to pound in his tumescent cock with urgent lust, but at the same moment his mouth began to salivate at the prospect of going down on her delicately scented pussy, of savoring her juicy pink slit and thrilling her so wildly she would drop all pretexts and become the savage, delirious fuck he sensed she really was beneath her coy, wholesome act. At the age of forty-five and after countless sessions with young whores, he had enough psychological insight to advertise his own prowess at cunnilingus in advance.
He tore his lips from hers and stared into her wide green eyes with a fiercely hungry light. "I'm going to go down on you now, baby doll. I'm going to eat your coy, juicy little cunt until you scream with joy and drop that phony little-farm-girl act, you hear? I'm gonna suck you off until you lose your mind, honey, so that the next time you see me you'll offer me a hundred bucks!"
Laura stared up at his homely face with awe and fear. She'd expected him to mount her at any moment and pierce her throbbing, pillow-raised pussy with a violent thrust, but she hadn't expected anything like this, and a lustful wave of curiosity shuddered through her body at the idea. She hadn't the slightest idea what a person's mouth would feel like licking and sucking her vagina, although many times in the privacy of her bed at night she wondered about it, and on a few shameful occasions actually tried contorting her own body in a futile, unreasoning attempt to reach her own wildly quivering pussy slit with her tongue.
Staring at the older man's thick, coarse lips she felt a stab of revulsion mingle with her curiosity; it was a terrible act of depravity, she was convinced, but in the next moment Laura quickly reminded herself she was helpless to resist this man, and the knowledge soothed her burning shame.
Carl slid down and paused to suck on one excitement-taut nipple, savoring its mouth-watering heat and vibrating his tongue against it to make her groan and shiver. Laura arched her body and furtively slid up a few inches, squirming her hips impatiently, the searing juices of her already flexing vagina beginning to ooze profusely. Carl knew she wanted him to rush down and plunge his lips and tongue into her eager little cunt, but he deliberately took his time, leisurely trailing his mouth over the silken flesh of her stomach in a slow, teasing journey, forcing her to whimper. He let one finger gently probe the traitorously wet hairs, of her pussy, and she let out a low, sensual moan as he thrust the finger deep into her tight, fiery vaginal crevice. Carl knew he wouldn't have to put her to the test by slyly sniffing his finger to see if she was clean; with her glowing fragrant body she could only be succulent and delicious. He positioned himself between her widely parted thighs, kissing first one quivering hot inner thigh and then the other, ignoring her pleading whimpers of urgency. Gazing at her satiny milk-white flesh and the exquisite rosebud of her pussy-lips, drenched with her hot juices, he again marveled at his luck. Then the sobbing blonde raised her buttocks up off the pillow and edged her glistening cunt closer to his lips and he gripped her soft ass-cheeks in his hands, squeezing them and filling his nostrils with the sweet heady aroma of her cunt, teasing the edge of her lewdly wet fringe with his burning tongue.
Laura sank her nails into the carpet and shut her eyes tightly, holding her breath with unbearable suspense. She could feel her pussy sucking hotly inward, silently begging for his tongue, but the wave of shame that swept through her blood was but faint protest against the force of her feverish desire. Each moment that passed as he licked teasingly around the narrow slit of her wildly trembling pussy was a torment of eternity. She fought the urge to grip his head in her hands and crush his face hard to her steaming loins, to end the agony of sexual suspense. She knew that the act this stranger was about to perform was lewd and obscene, but the desperate pounding in her loins was a fiery, consuming torture that had to be appeased.
He's going to put his big, fat-lipped mouth to my vagina, she thought hysterically, and I want him to: Lick it, lick it, please, don't make me beg, I've had enough shame....
Carl continued to tease her mercilessly between her trembling thighs, edging closer by suspenseful degrees to the love-hungry pink lips, licking her now-moisture-tangled triangle of pussy-hair. He would make her plead for it, goddamn her. Her soft hot ass-cheeks were quivering in his hands and he could feel her tender body humming like a bowstring, aching with desire. He was totally convinced that she was a prostitute and that this was a bizarre game she played with herself, perhaps to enjoy it more, or maybe to rationalize it. But it was getting difficult to control his own hammering lust as he lapped at her sweet cuntal juices that had trickled down between her thighs. Her moans were becoming louder and more passionate and her satiny buttocks were now squirming almost frantically in his fingers, but still he didn't relent.
"P-please," Laura finally whispered, her face burning. "Oh, please, Carl-do it, or I'll go mad, lick me, lick me and suck me down there, I beg you!"
A grin of triumph flitted across the older man's face before he surrendered to his hunger and plunged his tongue deep into her clasping cunt as far as he could, piercing the hot slippery depths with deep relish, savoring the fiery sweet flesh as an instant groan of joy burst from her parted lips. Immediately, she pressed her damp thighs tight against his cheeks and shuddered violently as he began sucking her needful pussy-flesh in a slow, sensual rhythm, loving the fragrance of her sticky juices oozing into his mouth.
"Oh-my-God!" Laura cried out, fearing she would lose her sanity as his burning wet tongue lashed wildly inside her quivering cunt, as the first piercing thrill tore through her thrashing body with the impact of an electric shock. She could feel her long, desperate year of abstinence begin to shatter with ominous fury at the stunning new thrill, and her fingers flew to his head, ramming it fiercely to her undulating crotch while her sobs echoed throughout the silent apartment like a lascivious refrain. She didn't dream during the long nights of torment that this act could be so feverishly exciting, and she no longer cared what he, or her parents, or anyone might think of her as she arched her body sharply and writhed her frenzied pussy on his thrusting tongue. She heard her own shocking lewd cries from a distance:
"Oh Lord, Lord, I love it! I love his tongue Unhhhhhh! Sweet-Jesus, it's-wild, wild, beautiful--Aaaaaaagh! Eat my cunt, yes, yes, yesssss, suck me, Carl-Oooooooh!"
Carl realized her pussy had the sweet, silken tenderness of a virgin's, and he paused every few seconds to relish the trickle of her hot vaginal wetness in his mouth. Each time he did, the delirious blonde ground her crotch savagely against his mouth, begging him not to stop. He felt her fingernails sink into his shoulders like tiny knives and she writhed her pillow-supported buttocks in frantic little circles as he tongued her juicy clitoris for a minute, then probed deeply into her succulent wet cunt with convulsive wriggling motions of his tongue. He groped her frenziedly swinging buttocks in a search for her anus, and when he suddenly thrust a finger hard into the tight little nether crevice, her soft white body rose in a high arc of shock and another scream of lust tore from her incoherent lips. Then he felt her. orgasm beginning to shudder through her loins in a vibrant wave that quivered her delicious pussy-flesh around his buried mouth, and Carl sucked harder and faster, feeling a glow of pride that he could bring a prostitute to a climax so quickly. He let her lunge her hungering loins wildly against his face for a couple of minutes as he sucked greedily at her spasm-contorted cuntal walls, debating whether he ought to swing his body around and plunge his immense cock into her ripe full-lipped mouth. He quickly decided against it, knowing that in her frantic passion she would easily suck his load from him with shattering quickness, and he wanted to save it all for her snooty little cunt, now squirming and sucking on his hotly lashing tongue. With a wave of generosity that was actually conceit, Carl Fraser continued to thrill the shuddering, groaning young blonde, wanting her never to forget him-, to remember that each time she went to bed with some other customer and played her eerie little game of coyness, she would fervently pray for his artistic lips and tongue to end it all.
"C-cumming," Laura cried madly, "Unnnhhh-I'm cumming, God-Can't stand it! Going c-crazy! Aaaaagh!"
Her first electrifying climax with a man in a full year-no matter how unnatural-raced through her pounding loins like a sheet of tingling fire, sweeping from her fiercely grinding pussy to every humming nerve in her under-age body, making her thrash her head savagely from side to side on the floor and pound Carl's hairy back with her fists in a delirium of bliss. She locked her cum-smeared thighs ferociously to the man's head and shimmied her hips in maddened spasms as the molten wave of release burst free after its unbearable self-imprisonment. She could feel her sanity teetering precariously as the nerve-shattering spasms of joy kept rushing through her frantically quivering cunt-flesh, as his greedy lips kept stinging her honeyed pussy like a whip of torturous pleasure. With each savage downward plunge of her buttocks, an added pain-thrill tore through her as she wantonly impaled her anus on his rigidly extended finger, wishing perversely that it was his massive cock piercing her tiny anus. His harsh tongue was beginning to feel like sandpaper against her tender vaginal membranes, but Laura could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure in the intensity of her orgasm. Her satin-smooth body was drenched in perspiration, jerking with a voracious will of its own as he sucked and licked furiously at her tingling cunt-flesh, and wave after wave of boiling bliss rippled through her lust-seared loins.
Abruptly, then, Fraser jerked his mouth away from her madly squirming vagina and Laura's body stiffened and her heart almost stopped.
"No!" she screamed, "don't stop, no, no-"
Lying between her soaked thighs, Carl wiped his wet cheeks with the back of his hand and looked up at her face, above the twin fullness of her passion-swollen breasts. His eyes were hard and his voice cold and cutting:
"What's it worth to you now, little Miss Coy? So I'm hairy and ugly and you're horrified, huh? What'll you give me if I keep eating your juicy little cunt?"
Laura's lewdly positioned body quivered with anguish and she clawed hysterically at his shoulders. "I'll beg you, oh God, I'll give you anything-"
"You'll pay me?" he retorted mockingly, wriggling his stiff finger so harshly in her tingling rectum that she yelped.
The cutting humiliation in his voice made Laura's face turn crimson, but she felt the last shred of her pride crumble beneath her clasping, frantic pussy. "Yes, yes," she whispered, tears of lust and shame streaming down her face, "I'll pay you, I swear...."
She whimpered in protest as he calmly climbed up and hovered over her on his elbows, his throbbing hot cock pressing against one of her tawny thighs. His face leered over hers, hideous with conceit and triumph, mocking her so that she shut her eyes tightly to blot out her self-contempt and shame. He didn't want money, he simply wanted to crush her and trample her dignity and self-respect, and in this, she knew with sickening awareness, he'd succeeded masterfully. The odor of male sweat stung her nostrils with revulsion and the feel of his hairy, slippery body suddenly made her want to lose consciousness, but still her loins hammered and her fiery cunt-flesh squirmed and ached for his huge, lust-quenching penis.
The struggle between her mind and body was over and had been from the moment he crushed his hot mouth to her frantically tingling pussy. It wasn't so difficult to fight lust when she was alone in bed at night, or even studying herself with narcissistic admiration in the full-length mirror, but too many erotic fantasies over hard, virile cocks had destroyed her will utterly now that she actually felt one blissfully close to her searing thighs.
"Beg me to fuck you," he rasped, cupping her swollen mounds in his hands and rubbing them to make her moan and tremble wildly. "Beg me for my cock, honey."
With her eyes still tightly shut but her heart pounding savagely with urgency, Laura's girlish voice was a barely audible whisper:
"Yes, please, please fuck me, Carl ... I beg you to give me your-hot wonderful penis."
The sound of the vulgar words was exciting her more, she realized, and she could only lie beneath him like a passive, obedient slave, waiting for his lustful whim to satisfy her desperately raging passion. Oh God! Oh God, why was she acting like such a slut?
Carl stared down at her for a suspenseful minute, wondering why such a lovely creature had become a whore. She didn't look like a drug addict or an alcoholic and she obviously had to be raped to get any sort of pleasure out of it, so why hadn't she bartered her ripe, luscious young body for marriage to some rich jerk? In the harsh world of business, he'd learned to make snap judgments and never to question them, and he didn't for a moment question his original judgment now: She had to be a whore, or that pimp Bob wouldn't have lined her up for him. But he couldn't understand the vulnerable aura of sweetness and innocence she still seemed to possess, and it rankled him. Brusquely he reminded himself he wasn't here to analyze the lovely-if obviously crazy-girl, but to fuck her, and like so many scores of other whores who either lay coldly bored, or pretended to whimper with bliss, or-once in a great while actually enjoyed his brutal, precision fucking, forget them afterwards.
"Raise your knees," he ordered impatiently, and the trembling young blonde hurried to obey, fully exposing her entire moisture-soaked cunt, to his use. Holding his breath, he gripped his madly throbbing penis by the thick, hair-covered base in one hand and brushed the lust-bloated head lewdly against her burning outer lips. She stiffened and made a peculiar hissing sound. And with a tentative thrust that was too sudden and powerful, the squat man pierced her silken opening with his gigantic member and instantly felt a wild ripple of pleasure shudder through his blood-engorged cock. Almost at once, the blonde let out a frantic gasp and lunged her hips up awkwardly and with all her might, and an instant later her maddened scream of agony rang in his ears.
Laura was certain she was going to faint from the bursting pain she'd clumsily inflicted on herself in her too-urgent lust, and for a second her mind reeled and her body shook violently at the breath-taking, bursting pain. It felt as if she'd momentarily skewered herself on a mammoth red-hot poker and her tender cunt vibrated with shock. Her abrupt reflex to slam her pelvis back down on the pillow brought her breath back as his cunt-splitting penis slipped back out again.
"Christ, take it easy," he rasped hotly in her face. "Don't you know how to fuck?"
Again he inserted his desire-in Hated penis until just the huge crown was imbedded inside, and this time Laura squirmed her cuntal lips gently on it, testing, shivering as a soft promising wave of pleasure pulsated through her desire-heated passage. Then her pussy-lips flowered wider apart as his burning rod of flesh wormed its way in another inch, its brute size beginning to hurt again but the anguish pale compared to the vivid, delicious feel of a massive stiff cock inside her wildly tingling pussy-flesh after the endless, torturous nights of yearning and fantasizing. Still she braced herself with fear and moved her hips only cautiously as he drew his member back out slightly and then thrust inward again, a gentle stroke as if he was testing the elasticity of her vagina. And beneath the tinge of revulsion the young blonde felt at his hairy male odor and squat body, his leering face and liquor-tinged breath, was the rim of a fiercely rising excitement that frightened her. Laura felt as if some dark side of her innocent nature that had been locked up tightly was now getting ready to erupt, threatening to shatter her timid personality forever, a depraved face she sensed had always lurked beneath her sweet one, biding its time for the final shocking emergence. Low, throaty animal sounds had started deep in her chest and her breath was coming in ragged, shaking rasps. Not even the wild passion she'd felt as he lashed his hot tongue deep in her crazily trembling cunt could compare to the gathering lust she felt building inside her, and her terror was directed not at the ugly stranger who was raping her but at her own self, at the shocking truth she knew existed deep inside her, covered by veils of sweetness and innocence.
"Oooooh, baby, that's so hot 'n tight," Carl muttered, thrusting his sensitized penis carefully inside the lush wet folds of her burning cunt, his hands still squeezing and hefting her swollen young breasts. He didn't really give a damn about hurting her tender pussy, but knew from experience if he surrendered his control and began fucking her in earnest, he would cum too soon and ruin his own pleasure. So he kept up a steady cautious lunging at first, craning his head down to suck on one lewdly stiffened nipple and shifting his hands to hold her soft, squeezable ass-cheeks. She was so deliciously tight and hot in there, that he wondered for an instant if there was a grain of truth in her previous story. Her fiery cunt was shuddering gently on his throbbing cock, as if she were wondering what to do next and her body trembled uncertainly under his, the squirming of her tender buttocks only adding to his lust.
A deep groan of passion issued from Laura's throat as she felt the palpitating head of his fire-filled penis burrow even deeper into her pulsing cunt, gorging her walls with fierce, thrilling tightness, and her fingers which had been clawing at the carpet beneath her suddenly clutched his buttocks, stroking and tugging at the hard-muscled cheeks. She wondered deliriously how anyone so unhandsome could make her feel so beautiful, and the raw sensation of having a live surging shaft piercing her aching cunt-flesh after so long was beginning to make her mind reel dangerously.
"Love-to fuck," she hissed, trying to ram her whole tingling breast in his mouth and clawing his buttocks, "Oh Lord, I love unnnnn!-fucking! Give me all your-oooooh-prick, more, more, more!"
Starting to thrash her hips more eagerly on the pillow beneath, Laura suddenly scissored her legs wide open for a moment, then wrapped them tightly around his waist and began jerking up with reckless abandon, the initial waves of pain from his massive shaft making her cry out, but even the intense sudden pain fusing with her violent joy. Insane ripples of excitement tingled through the raw nerve-ends of her vagina when Carl began to thrust his pulsing hardness deeper and more brutally into her fiery depths, his grunts of lust mingling with her long, lewd moans, the feel of his hair-covered balls now slapping against the perspiring split of her ass-cheeks and making her grit her teeth. Laura started contracting the muscles of her cunt, catching her breath in agony once more as his lewdly skewering thickness filled her to bursting, but nothing mattered anymore except swallowing every inch of his throbbing hot cock as deep as possible inside her lust-inflamed passage, praying she would feel it all the way up her belly, wanting, in her newly awakened lust to be torn in two with the joy of a real man's live, pulsating penis.
Now her buttocks began jerking in a frenzy in his cupping hands and the lewd rolling motion was tearing at Carl's tenuous control, as the intense friction of her cock-sucking cunt became wilder and hotter. Her cunt was a tight, fiery mass of magnetic softness enveloping his stroking rod of flesh with electrifying power, sending sharp ripples of bliss along the length of his rigid erection, forcing him to struggle to keep from bursting his load.
"Cunt is-wild," he gasped, bringing his head up to kiss her on the lips, trying to still the thrashing of her blonde head, "juicy, oh baby, you're-wow!-fantastic little whore!"
She heard the word with a distant shock but the only thing that mattered anymore was the electric excitement boiling in her lust-frantic slit, the delirious joy shuddering through her helplessly fucking body. She arched her loins up wildly to lift them both off the carpet, sobbing madly beneath his ceaseless pounding, racking his back with her fingernails in a delirium as she swung her ass up and down to a furious rhythm.
"I can't-hold it," Carl gasped, digging his fingers into her buttocks fiercely, "you're too damn-hot and tight, I'm cumming, unnnnnh!"
"Fuck me more! Ooooooh, Lord, more prick, I love-it, love it, I need it, yes, yessssss, aaaaaaagh!"
Again the obscene words rang in her ears as if they had been screamed by some distant stranger, and every thought of shame or self-contempt that had been lurking on the fringe of her consciousness suddenly became obliterated beneath his savage, relentless fucking as his huge penis quivered imminently inside her lust-tortured cunt. A maniacal moan began bursting from her lips and her face contorted with sheer depraved lust as the hot torrent of his sperm began gushing deep inside her frenzied pussy, spewing drops of fire against her quivering flesh like rapid machine-gun bursts of bliss. She sank her teeth convulsively into his shoulder and thrust her body up in a high arc, lifting him up easily in her hysterical joy, the waves of intense excitement shooting from her honeyed cunt in searing currents to her toes and calves and moist silken thighs, to the burning tips of her desire-inflamed nipples. For almost a full minute the boiling liquid streamed while Laura shuddered and uncoiled her voluptuous body, her cunt clasping his dwindling cock in fiery spasms, sucking the fluid from his loins with vicious greed.
"Crazy-whore," Carl panted through clenched teeth, astonished and pleased by her sudden violent outburst, his own climax still surging wildly through his hammering loins as her obscenely sucking little cunt drew his seething sperm from him, as she continued to caress his softening cock-shaft inside her voracious slit long after he'd sagged on top of her still heaving body and panted urgently for breath. After a few minutes the diminishing twitches of her ass and searing, now-drenched cunt ceased completely and she lay utterly lifeless beneath him.
His breath fully restored, Carl slowly climbed off her damp body and stood over her for a minute, baffled by her reaction. She'd been a sex-crazed demon all during his performance and now she lay on the carpet with her arm over her face, barely breathing.
"Hey, baby-are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern. She murmured something inaudible and the squat man shrugged and went over to where he'd tossed his clothes, getting a cigarette from his jacket pocket. He lit it and continued to study the soft curves of her adolescent body for a minute, drinking in the smooth glowing skin and flawless white thighs and the lush tips of her ripe breasts, trying to decide whether he could summon the energy for another torrid session. She'd been fantastic, a real animal beneath that coy facade, and he didn't really mind her bizarre game now that he was sated. Maybe, he reflected, this was part of her humility act, or more likely, he'd simply exhausted her with his massive prick. He decided with regretful honesty he couldn't get another erection for quite some time, a few hours at least, and he had an important business conference in the morning. With a sigh, he dressed quickly, took out his wallet, selected a twenty dollar bill and kneeled beside her still figure on the floor. Her face was still shielded with her arm, but she gave no sign of his presence.
"Here, sugar," he said, stuffing the twenty in her palm and closing her fingers over it, "this is a tip. I figure you deserve it for carrying on like a nympho. Maybe I'll see you the next time I'm in town, okay?"
She lay perfectly still, and with a hurried glance at his watch, Carl made a sound of disgust, quickly found the telephone and dialed for a cab. He went to the door of the apartment, stared back at her for a minute and decided not to waste any time consoling her. Hell, he'd given her one of the best performances of his life, so what did she have to complain about?
He left, with a crisp, businesslike slam of the door.
* * *
For a full five minutes Laura lay on the carpet, unmoving, after Carl had left. Then she slowly stirred and sat up with a glazed sheen in her eyes, aware of a deep warm glow in her loins that she'd never felt before in her life, a radiant contentment she'd never dreamed existed. She sensed she'd been fucked thoroughly for the first time in her life; what had happened bore no resemblance to the brief, frustrating sex she'd had with her former husband, and it had kindled something secretly powerful inside her that threatened to become overwhelming.
Then remorse and a burning, profound shame began to well up in her as she stared down at the twenty dollar bill in her hand, a feeling of horror and revulsion that made her soft, trembling body crawl. "Whore," he'd called her again and again, and as if to prove it beyond doubt that brutal stranger had thrust his contemptuous token of lustful satisfaction in her hand. Her body was racked with an even deeper revulsion when she realized his semen was now trickling from her tingling pussy, more vivid proof of her obscenity. And although the blonde's mind reeled in confusion, she realized clearly that she'd been tricked by smooth, fast-talking Bob and the roommate she'd trusted and even adored, sleek and beautiful Virginia.
She'd been sold without her knowledge like a cheap, common whore, raped by a total stranger and left with his lewd semen oozing from her preciously guarded vagina, all in a few shattering hours.
Tears of self-pity and shame stinging her eyes, Laura got up and padded to the full-length mirror in the bathroom, her heart lurching with fear at the hysterical thought that her loveliness and youth must have somehow been destroyed by the depraved nightmare, that her sin would be visible to the world like an obscene stigma. She saw no difference in the soft, lush curves of her body-if anything, in fact, her creamlike skin glowed with fulfillment and her succulent breasts seemed more full and voluptuous than ever-but her own faced shocked her. It was still smooth and clean, but there was a wild, almost crazed light in her eyes, a hint of something forbidden she'd never seen before. Nympho, he'd called her: Whore!
Stunned, she stared down at the twenty dollar bill she still clutched in her hand and gripped it to tear into shreds, then hesitated. It was all the money she had in the world, and although her thoughts whirled with confused shock, she realized she would need it. Her body desperately craved a bath to wash away the feel of his harsh fingers and piercing, sandpapery tongue and above all the enduring feel of hot cock deep between her legs, but she swayed uncertainly before the mirror, wondering if she ought to pack and leave at this moment to escape the nightmare. The thought of facing Bob and Virginia now horrified her, but the idea of fleeing with her skin still crawling from his lust and infinitely worse, her tender, stinging pussy still oozing from his sticky fluid repulsed her just as much.
Dazed, she stared down at the bill in her hands to deliberately avoid her own eyes in the mirror, recalling with hot shame her own lascivious cries of passion, her shocking pleas to be fucked harder and faster, they way she'd screamed in ecstasy and wrapped her legs around him like a maddened animal. No wonder he'd called her a whore and a nympho! Dimly she realized the natural passion she'd suppressed and tried so feverishly to crush for so many tortured nights had cunningly gathered enormous power in its prison of flesh, and had unleashed itself with savage vengeance.
For an instant the tear-streaked, shivering blonde dared to look into her own eyes in the mirror and wondered in terror if two personalities could exist in her own mind and body, one soft and sweet and innocent, the other lewd, utterly lascivious and depraved. But that would be madness, she knew, and she told herself desperately that couldn't be true, quickly thrusting out of her mind the eerie incident of her posing exhibition and bath in her seedy hotel room weeks before, the way the door had been mysteriously left unlocked.
Too, she quickly and desperately pushed out of her thoughts the shocking insight she'd felt the night she finger-fucked herself and discovered she was incapable of imagining a recognizable man having torrid sex with her, unable to see faces in her mind's eye, only virile, bursting pricks ramming deep into her frantic cunt.
The terror she now felt-nameless, but an icy fear of the dark, unidentifiable thing in her own mind, she knew-suddenly spurred Laura into feverish action. She raced from the bathroom into her bedroom and flung open the closet door, throwing her two suitcases on the bed, rushing against time, panic making her breasts heave and her blood pound. She had to get out of this depraved place now and somehow back to the warm safety of her parents' farm in Kansas. She would hitchhike if she had to, walk if there was no other way, but she sensed her destiny was hanging on a thread of time, and her fingers clawed at the clothes in her dresser drawer, stuffing them hastily in her suitcases, trying urgently not to overlook anything but propelled by sheer blind panic.
In her wild, frenzied haste she didn't even hear them come in. And only when they stood in the doorway, watching her with open mouths did Laura realize she was still naked, that in her mad rush to cram her suitcases, she'd intended to dress last.
She faced Bob and Virginia with trembling hysteria, shamed at the way they both drank in the plump, luscious curves of her still-swollen breasts and hips and thighs but driven by fear and the frantic desire to escape.
"Don't look at me!" she sobbed, hugging her lush breasts, "Get out of here and leave me alone!"
"Where do you think you're going, Laura?" Virginia asked in her husky voice, her eyes glittering openly on the blonde's full firm thighs and soft curly tangle of pubic hair.
"Away, damn you," Laura sobbed, "away forever and you can't stop me-You sold me, like a common whore!"
A sickening dread clutched Laura's heart as her tall, sleek roommate stepped into her bedroom and slowly came toward her. Her eyes seemed moist with sympathy and her fingers were outstretched, their tapered tips weaving like dangerous, hypnotic probes.
"I can explain everything, darling...." Virginia began.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Everything is going to be all right," Virginia said in her silky, soothing way as she put her arms around the shivering blonde and held her close. She recognized the symptoms of hysteria and mentally cursed Bob for persuading her to stay out and make the rounds of the nightclubs. She'd expected a reaction of dismay and shock from the girl, but nothing as desperate as an attempted escape. Knowing Laura was broke, Virginia had calculated she would huddle in bed and cry and wait for their return, when they would persuade her it had all happened for her own good. Now it would have to be handled differently, and it was a task Virginia had taken on before-and relished with lewd delight. For a minute she crooned sympathy in the girl's ear, feeling her own pulse race as she crushed Laura's plump hot breasts to her own and gently stroked the tender skin of her back. The girl was far more luscious and exciting naked than she'd hoped, her amber skin flawless and her tender, golden thighs mouth-watering. If they could rope her in completely-and it seemed precarious right now, because Laura was holding her body stiffly and not responding, her lovely face turning grim at Virginia's embrace as if she suspected what was coming and was going to resist fiercely-then Virginia would have hooked the juiciest recruit she'd seduced into the business in a long time.
"You sold me!" Laura repeated over and over in an accusing hiss, "behind my back like a ... a whore!
"That's not true, darling," Virginia crooned, easing the naked blonde to a sitting position on the bed and settling down beside her with an arm hugging her slender waist. "If you'll just listen to me I can explain everything. Do you mean to tell me that Carl actually tried to have sex with you?"
"He raped me!" Laura sobbed, her anger and resistance beginning to crack under waves of self-pity. "He-he threatened to tear my clothes off, and I had to-I had to give in!"
"Well, that dirty bastard," Bob spoke up from the doorway, following Virginia's cue. He started to step toward the pair, but at a warning glance from the dark-haired older woman, stopped just inside the bedroom. "I swear he promised me he wouldn't lay a finger on you, Laura. You were his escort and nothing more. Hell, if I'd known something terrible like this was going to happen-"
"He said he gave you a hundred dollars for my body," Laura retorted, her anger rising again. Her emotions were churning crazily inside her, trying to grope with her shock and hysteria, but there was undeniable comfort in Virginia's soft caressing fingers and her look of horrified concern. She wondered if she'd been wrong about her roommate after all, if Bob wasn't behind the whole scheme.
"Well, he did," Bob said smoothly, "but not for your body, Laura, just for your company. I took fifty dollars as my commission, for arranging the date. That's how public relations works, baby. But I'll only take twenty-five in the future-"
"There won't be any future!" Laura snapped, her anger growing hotter at the thought of another nightmare like tonight, and when she realized she was still naked and that he was gaping at her ripe body. "And don't stare at me like that-Get out!"
"Leave us alone, Bob," Virginia quickly said with unmistakable command. She passed him a message with her eyes, and he nodded, left the room and closed the door. Virginia turned back to the blonde, her fingers now softly caressing her plump, succulent hip, her thigh pressed to Laura's naked one.
"Poor, poor child," Virginia soothed, pulling her closer as if for solace, "I had no idea anything as horrible as that might happen, but neither did Bob, darling. We were both duped. Look, Laura, here's your fifty dollars and if you still want to leave, I'll even help you." She took the money from her purse and handed it to Laura, who stared down at it indecisively. "But the only thing I ask is that you don't leave until morning, until you're rested up and feel better."
Laura hesitated, fingering the bills. She now had seventy dollars, not enough busfare for Kansas but for most of the journey. A warning voice in her mind screamed at her to leave tonight, to get out now, but Virginia was holding her close again, rubbing her back with such softly soothing fingers, her other hand rubbing her soft belly. She was beginning to feel warm again, almost relaxed and secure, as if Virginia were an older, protective sister. She didn't know whether to believe Bob, but she believed the beautiful woman beside her, the only person who'd shown her any kindness since she'd come to San Francisco. She was aware, too, that a growing current of excitement was rippling through her blood as Virginia's fingers stroked her satiny belly and the curve of her buttocks at the same time, applying growing pressure with both hands. With a shock, Laura realized that the intensely passionate desire that had racked her newly-awakened body less than an hour before was rushing to the surface again, as if her hunger were being whetted to the furious peak of insatiability.
"Now I'll tell you what," Virginia said in a compelling voice, "I'll stay with you tonight. You can't sleep alone after that horrible experience, and in the morning if you want to leave, I'll drive you to wherever you like. Now you lie back like this and relax," she said huskily, pushing the blonde gently down onto her back and nudging her shapely calves up onto the bed, "and I'll be back in a minute. Close your eyes, honey."
Laura obeyed, feeling warmth in the other woman's firm command. She felt Virginia's lips on her cheek caressing, then heard the door open and close a few moments later. Her ears picked up the staccato of low voices in the living room, then the sounds of Virginia in her own bedroom next door. Again she heard, the sharp warning in the back of her mind to leave urgently, but she felt emotionally drained, too confused and tired to make any decisions. Virginia had made her decision for her and Virginia would keep her safe for tonight. Tomorrow she would return to the quiet simplicity of her parents' home in Kansas and the nightmare, with all its eerie shadows and terrors in her own mind, would be forgotten. She realized she ought to put on a nightgown, but she felt too drowsy to move, and she couldn't resist a certain feeling of pride in the way Virginia had looked at her sensuous curves with naked envy. Nor could she deny a sharp curiosity about her sleek roommate's statuesque body as she recalled the strange contact they'd had the afternoon Laura moved into the apartment.
Too, she felt curiously passive and helpless around Virginia, as though her will were being melted by the other woman's magnetic charm. Maybe, she thought with sleep-fluttering eyelids, Virginia was a kind of motherly substitute, a haven of maternal warmth in an otherwise cold and hostile city. The sudden fatigue she felt sweeping over her naked body had coaxed her into the very edge of deep sleep when her bedroom door opened, startling her awake again. Virginia came in, smiling, her proud, high-set breasts dancing freely under her robe as she switched off the overhead light, leaving the room in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The tall woman's eyes shone on Laura as she stood beside the bed and slipped out of her robe.
Instantly, the young blonde's eyes widened on Virginia's naked body, startled at the alluring whiteness of her breasts jutting firmly out, their rosy areolas huge and centered by taut, swollen nipples. She'd always thought that her dark-haired roommate had a superb body, but actually seeing her so close in the flesh was still a slight shock. Beneath her voluptuously heavy breasts, Virginia's waist tapered and flared out to lushly molded hips which framed a thick dark triangle of pubic hairs. The skin of her thighs was milky-smooth in contrast and the whole effect of her striking nakedness was richly sensuous and seductive.
For a moment, Virginia stood by the lamp, letting the girl admire her while she raked her eyes over Laura's tawny nakedness in return, her eyes lingering on the blonde's ripely rounded breasts and smooth thighs. Young and tender and naive, she thought with lewd excitement, and perfect for her wild brand of love. She couldn't remember how many trusting young girls she'd seduced, but this green-eyed, full-bodied angel promised to be a honey....
"We won't need the blankets," Virginia murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed and resisting the urge to reach out and clutch Laura's nakedly exposed breasts and squeeze their satiny heat in her eager fingers. "It's warm in here. Move over, darling."
The girl shifted over on the bed, a look of faint apprehension on her face. She suspected, of course,-they all did, deep down, Virginia knew from experience-but like the others, she waited, paralyzed by suspense and helplessness until it was too late. Virginia lay beside her and turned on her side and leaned on her elbow, staring down at her newest conquest's smooth lovely face with glittering eyes. Her cunt would be like nectar, Virginia sensed, sweet and juicy and quivering, but first the necessary preliminaries.
"Is Bob gone?" Laura whispered nervously to break the tense silence. She didn't like the way her roommate was lying so close and watching her so intensely, like a hungry cat regarding its prey. But, struggling with her uneasiness, she couldn't deny an undercurrent of breathless excitement in her blood, either.
"Of course, darling. You've had a hell of a night, haven't you, poor dear. Turn on your side to face me and I'll hold you till you relax."
Trembling, Laura obeyed her. There was something so compelling and assured in Virginia's voice and manner, so hypnotic she couldn't resist. Laura felt herself being enveloped in Virginia's arms and her heart began to beat wildly as their hot bodies came into contact, as Virginia's smothering breasts crushed against her own sensitive mounds. The eerie excitement Laura felt only faintly at first abruptly began to soar, to become a sharp, spine-tingling sensation she'd never felt before. It alarmed her and she squirmed nervously, but Virginia's arms grew tighter around her and Laura gasped when she felt a silken hot leg twining around hers and then the electric contact of their hair-fringed loins pressed almost lewdly together.
"Don't be afraid, honey," Virginia whispered in her ear, "I won't hurt you. That feels good, doesn't it?"
"Y-yes ... But I feel funny, Virginia ... weird." Laura's muffled voice blurted the words out, her lips brushing the other woman's thick fragrant hair while Virginia pressed her cheek warmly to Laura's. The girl had never felt another woman's naked body embracing her and there was something wicked and depraved in the contact, even though Virginia was simply holding her.
"I'm not doing anything to you, am I, baby?" Virginia asked softly, with the gentlest pressure of her warm pubic mound against Laura's curly pussy. The fire had already started in Virginia's surging loins at the moment of breast-contact, and now that the younger girl's burning cunt was firmly locked to hers, her plump tender thighs squirming to escape, it was all the scheming brunette could do to keep from raping her new roommate with her fingers and lips and tongue ... But years of experience had taught her to move cautiously to avoid a violent over-reaction of fear and shame.
I don't want to blow the whole situation, Virginia thought dryly, I just want to blow this gorgeous little blonde....
"I'm not hurting you, am I, Laura?" she prodded her, her fingers coming to rest on the girl's ripely rounded buttocks, not squeezing just yet but sitting gentle and soft on the nervously trembling curves.
"N-No," Laura stammered, "but I'm-It's wrong, terribly wrong somehow-"
"But it feels good, doesn't it, and if it feels good it can't be wrong," Virginia said huskily. She'd used the line so many times before it was automatic, in the same way her leisurely caressing fingers edged closer to Laura's narrow anal crevice. She knew she would have to pay justice to the blonde's lust ass, that it would be a sin of omission not to ram her tongue deeply up her tender anus. It would be ravaged brutally in the days to come by the lustful, blood-engorged cocks of uncontrollable men if Virginia got her way, and the dark-haired beauty wanted to savor it first.
"I don't know," Laura sobbed as her mind reeled in maddening confusion. A hot surge of shame coursed over her aching body when she realized she was growing unbearably excited again, that her pussy was starting to throb with renewed intensity and every nerve of her flesh tingled with fierce anticipation. Only this time her furious desire wasn't being sparked by a brutal, hairy stranger but by a ravishing woman! The feel of Virginia's burning, creamy breasts squirming lasciviously to hers, the lewd grinding pressure of her hot pussy and velvet-soft belly, the galvanizing caresses of her sultry roommate's fingertips on her ass-cheeks was rapidly opening the gates of Laura's pent-up, savage desire and she felt utterly helpless to resist. Again she had the terrifying sensation that some dark, obscene force inside her-locked up for so many excruciating nights-was taking command of her will and body.
Oh God, she thought with dread, I want her to make love to me! I want her to kiss me and finger-fuck me, and yes! eat my pussy too, suck it like Carl Fraser until I scream with joy!
Laura's pussy-lips began to draw hotly inward at the lewd thought, and she buried her crimson face deeper into Virginia's thick dark tresses, but at the same time trembled from head to toe when the woman's finger began to lovingly trace the crevice of her buttocks, probing with obscene intent and making the younger girl moan. She sensed she'd had no time to recover from her rape and the blissful orgasms that had been torn from her unwilling loins had left her weak and helpless, her body an instrument of lust that could be triggered by the mere touch of a lewd hand.
She's ready, Virginia thought triumphantly, and in the next moment pushed the groaning girl over onto her back and, her finger still buried in between Laura's ass-cheeks but now rubbing back and forth over the tiny puckered ring of her anus, her other hand clutched one satiny breast, stroking and pinching the erectile nipple, pulling gently at its desire-taut flesh. Laura sucked in her breath and shuddered, her eyes tightly shut as if this could blot out the shame she felt. Her long dark hair brushing Laura's face, Virginia leaned down to kiss her passionately on the lips, snaking her tongue hotly into her mouth with a fierce hungry moan of conquest. For a minute she circled the blonde girl's mouth with her tongue while she slid her hand down from her blood-inflamed nipple-bud to the whitely yielding flesh of her belly, then dabbed at Laura's parted pussy-lips with her outstretched middle finger.
Instantly, Laura's back arched and she jerked her buttocks up to lock around the lewdly probing finger, trying to seize it in her throbbing cunt, her shame lost, overpowered by her frantic desire. She made frenzied animal sounds in her throat as she sucked eagerly on Virginia's tongue and her hand leaped up to grasp her roommate's swelling breasts. A shocking thrill rippled through Laura's fingertips when she clutched the hot milky flesh of the older girl's naked breasts, and she hefted and explored them with frantic delight, sharply aroused at the strange new sensation, loving their spongy heat and weight, wanting now to suck on them.
Above her on the bed, Virginia continued to spread the blonde's moist cunt-juice freely over her outer lips, her own passion hammering in her blood at the sticky flow. Quickly, she found her clitoris and began stroking it rapidly, vibrating her fingertip against the swollen bud at a furious pace. Laura shuddered wildly and incoherent whimpers of frenzied joy began issuing from the back of her throat as the hot thrills tore through her defenseless cunt-flesh.
Then Virginia tore her lips away from Laura's, but continued to stroke her passion-inflamed clitoris, easing her other hand out from beneath her swinging ass-cheeks to probe her own pulsing vagina, hissing with pleasure as she duplicated the finger-fucking on herself at the same time, her gaze riveted with lewd joy to the blonde's contorted lovely face as Laura stared up at her with gleaming, lust-tortured eyes.
"Put-it in," Laura moaned frantically, amazed at her outrageous demand, but unable to still her tongue. "Stick it in me, I need it unnnnnnh!-finger-fuck me hard and fast, please!"
The ripples of pleasure in her own freely-flowing pussy becoming wilder, Virginia slid her middle finger deeply into the girl's seething cunt, and Laura's body quivered violently as a sharp scream tore from her wet lips. Again duplicating the furious stroking on herself, Virginia slid the middle finger of her other hand deep into her own fiercely clasping vagina, groaning aloud at the sudden burning thrill, circling it against her desire-drenched walls madly, all the while drinking in the exciting spectacle of Laura's heaving breasts and savagely swinging buttocks, finding a profound pleasure in the knowledge that she was the first woman to finger-fuck Laura, only the first step in her planned corruption.
"Oh God," Laura screamed, jerking her steaming cunt in a virtual frenzy on Virginia's obscenely stroking finger, "I think I'm oooooh!-cumming, cumming!"
In spite of the shattering ecstasy she was feeling from finger-fucking the girl's honey-smooth pussy and her own silken, thrashing cunt at the same time, Virginia suddenly got an icy grip on her passion. Quickly she wrenched her middle finger free of Laura's imprisoning thighs, and" from her own at the same time.
"N-no!" Laura sobbed wildly, sitting up and clawing at Virginia's creamy flesh in a hysterical plea. "Why did you stop? I need it, oh God, I need it so bad, Virginia!"
Virginia grabbed the blonde girl's arms and shook her for a few seconds. "Pull yourself together, honey-I' m as hot as you are, but take it easy. Just lie back and relax for a minute, Laura. That's it ... "
She eased the sobbing girl back down, satisfied that the first maneuver of her plan vas working perfectly. She wanted the innocent girl primed to the point of near-madness for an orgasm, so that there would be no argument or hesitation for the next step. Working with this depraved technique, Virginia had never failed to get what she wanted from a new recruit. She glanced at the door where she knew Bob had his ear pressed, listening for the signal, before she lay back down beside the shaken, softly curved innocent. Her own swollen breasts were heaving rapidly with intense arousal and while Laura continued to moan and sob, Virginia brought her moisture-smeared fingers to her own lips and tasted the juice of Laura's pussy which covered them lavishly. She licked the fluid up greedily, reveling in the sweet stickiness and fragrance, anticipating the delicious moment when she could plunge her tongue deep into the other girl's liquid cuntal depths.
"Come over here and lie on top of me," Virginia commanded her. Quickly, the trembling blonde straddled her roommate with awkward eagerness, and for a minute Virginia let her squirm her hot body tight to her own voluptuous one, allowed Laura to gyrate her moist pussy furiously to her dark friction-producing pubic mound while Virginia tongued the girl's mouth and stroked her silky buttocks. As eager as she herself was to savor every lush inch of Laura's plump, tender young body, Virginia invariably put business first and on this occasion it was all the more vital because she'd pegged the simple blonde as a runaway. Still, she didn't want to rush the step-by-step plan of corruption too much or it would spoil her own long-awaited pleasure, so she forced Laura down by sensuous, tantalizing degrees.
"Suck on my titties, darling," she ordered the girl, nudging her downward by her shoulders. Virginia's hands kept up a constant pressure on Laura's ass-cheeks while she moaned with lust as the blonde's eager mouth slid down to grasp one stiffened nipple-bud, sparking exquisite tingles of sexual rapture through Virginia's wildly heaving breasts. Making ravenous sounds in her throat, Laura clutched the ripe mounds greedily in both hands while she sucked and circled the swollen tips, her eager clumsiness thrilling Virginia even more. The desire-crazed blonde girl squirmed her own breasts impatiently into the flesh of Virginia's stomach and jerked her soft belly urgently against the lust woman's moistened pussy, while Virginia spread her thighs wide and raised her knees in lust-filled anticipation.
"Oh Christ, you're learning," Virginia moaned as Laura sucked her stinging nipples with a thrilling pressure, then tried to ram one whole voluptuous breast into her small mouth. "Now the other one, honey, ahhhhhhhh ... Mmmmmmm, you sexy little tit-sucker...."
The words registered but had no impact on Laura's dazed mind. Nor did the shocking fact that she was actually making love to another woman pierce her normally strict moral sense. Too aroused by her feverish, newly-discovered passion, she could only submit to the insatiable demands her lust drove her ruthlessly to satisfy and face the inevitable consequences later.
Wild little ripples of delight shuddered through her mouth now as she hugged Virginia's other succulent hot breast to her hungry lips, vibrating her tongue ecstatically against the sweet nipple-bud and lewdly savoring the new adventure to the fullest. It tasted like nothing she'd ever tasted before, sweet, gorged with hot blood, like a very tiny penis, she thought excitedly. She felt Virginia's smooth firm thighs and calves wrap up around her waist and her searing pussy-flesh, soaked with naked desire, lunge up against her twittering belly, provoking her violent excitement, and she moaned fiercely and pressed the brunette girl's cream-white breast hungrily to her mouth. In her mind's eye, the depraved image of herself flashed vividly while she sucked and thrilled her stunning roommate-a luscious, wide-eyed young blonde straddling a tall, sensuous dark-haired beauty's body, frantically sucking and kissing her ripely mounded breasts, and the picture fired her lust to a new height of frenzy. She knew what she wanted to do at this moment more than anything in the world, regardless of the price later: She desperately yearned to crush her face to Virginia's darkly tangled pubic "vee", to bury her greedy lips to the strange beauty's burning pussy flesh and lap the secretions of her vagina in a fury of tortured hunger. She thrilled at the idea and the saliva rising in her mouth spilled over onto the delicious breast between her lips, making it teasingly slippery to her tongue.
"Oh, baby, baby," Virginia groaned, arching her body and rubbing Linda's tawny back furiously with joy, "you're going to be fantastic, you little animal-God, how you can suck!"
The words inspired Laura to a new hysteria of sucking and licking and she wondered if she should beg Virginia wantonly to let her commit such a forbidden act. There was something so deliciously guilty and furtive about the shocking idea, some secret danger that lured her on like an eerie song, a defiant cry that beckoned to her to thrust aside all the simple, dull virtues she'd had drummed into her for a lifetime. Unable to control her fierce curiosity any longer she wrenched her lips from the swollen moon in her mouth and raised her head to face Virginia with glazed eyes.
"Can I-can I go down on you, Virginia? Please?"
A strange smile of victory flitted across the dark-haired woman's face and her eyes gleamed like points of evil fire.
"Not yet," she said hoarsely, "not just yet. Kiss and lick my belly and thighs, but don't touch my cunt."
The blood singing furiously in her ears, Laura slid down over the milky soft skin of her belly, whimpering with pleasure as she kissed and gently bit hot folds of belly-flesh for a few long minutes. Controlling her eagerness with difficulty, the lust-intoxicated blonde edged down to the rim of Virginia's finely curled pussy mound. Already Laura could smell the fragrant heat of her pussy and it made her lips tingle and her whole body tremble with delirious desire. Not even a faint cry of shame could penetrate the roar of wild excitement in her mind.
In a lasciviously teasing circle, the young blonde traced fiery kisses completely around the inverted triangle of Virginia's cunt. Then slipping down with a pounding heart, she nestled her lips against one cream-white inner thigh, resting her cheek against the forbidden pink cunt-lips, so wet and burning. She licked the tender flesh avidly while her hands feverishly stroked her seducer's leg, caressing the full calve and moving around, up and over her firm full thigh. She felt Virginia's fingers stroking her head, then forcefully turning it to face her other hot thigh.
Current of ravenous excitement shuddered through Laura's tender body as she lay prone now between the older woman's widespread thighs, eagerly biting and sucking the white thigh-flesh, the fragrant, steaming scent of Virginia's pussy like a warm aphrodisiac in her face. She slid both her hands beneath the plump soft buttocks, cupping an ass-cheek in each palm in breath-taking preparation, her ears straining for the slightest sound of consent from the panting woman above her. Finally, unable to endure the suspense any longer, Laura gazed up with tear-streaked eyes and stared directly into the glistening pink cuntal lips, palpitating gently in their frame of dark glossy hair.
Only inches away, it looked obscene and beautiful and irresistibly beckoning, forbidden but compelling. The girl's mouth opened eagerly and her tongue darted out, not daring to touch the juicy slit just yet, but fascinated by its lewd pink invitation.
"Now?" Laura whispered feverishly, "Can I kiss it now, Virginia?"
She saw her seducer's raised face above her rosy-tipped breasts staring down at her and it never occurred for a moment to Laura that the idea had been anyone's but her own. Led step by careful step down a devious but cunningly planned path of corruption, she had followed every twist innocently to the moment she now faced without the vaguest idea that she had been guided with precision. She knew in her frenzied excitement, only that she wanted desperately to plunge her lips and tongue into the sucking, drenched slit inches from her mouth, that her own soft young body hummed and quivered with an almost unendurable lust that made the depraved act seem not only rational, but irresistible. She knew if she strove fervently to please Virginia that Virginia would mercifully ease the torture in her own loins in return.
"Now?" she whimpered in anguish to the panting, naked woman whose loins lay as deliciously close. "Can I now?"
Virginia's response was to grasp Laura's head in her hands and pull her gently forward, crushing the girl's waiting mouth to her throbbing hot cunt.
A ripple of strange, intense passion shot rapidly through Laura's inexperienced body as her lips came in contact with the fragrant, silken warmth of her roommate's yearning pussy, and instantly the blonde thrust her tongue deep into its burning hot flesh with a groan of electrifying excitement. It tasted sweet and hot and oh so good beneath her wildly squirming tongue, a delicious fire-filled mass that writhed sensuously in response, sucking back at her tongue greedily, quivering under Laura's lewd lapping with vibrant power.
Virginia's low cries became more intense as Laura crushed her mouth furiously down to the dark-haired girl's hotly clasping cunt, unable to get enough of the eerie new sensation, digging her fingers sharply into the prostrate brunette's flaring hips in her lustful grip. Intent only on sating her ravenous hunger, the shuddering blonde worked her tongue in an erratic crazy manner at first that made Virginia grit her teeth I from the harsh stinging sucks. The thrills that shot through her pulsating slit were barbed with j pain, but their wild intensity nevertheless brought her to the edge of her first fiery orgasm in minutes as the voracious blonde's lips and tongue consumed her searing pussy-flesh with whimpers of greed.
"Take-it easy," Virginia wailed, thrashing her buttocks feverishly in an effort to meet the girl's crazed tempo, "slow-oooooh! down, honey, you'll suck my cunt.-Mmmmm! dry!"
Caught up in her nerve-racking lust, Virginia forgot for the moment that Bob was outside the bedroom door, waiting for her signal. Molten waves of bliss shuddered through her stinging, tortured pussy like wildfire as Laura locked her mouth fiercely to her oozing thighs, clumsy as only a novice can be, but savagely exciting in her delirious hunger. Virginia's hands flew from Laura's bobbing head to her own swollen breasts and she squeezed the aching mounds in obscene rhythm to her wildly jerking ass-checks, watching her blonde protege with lewd triumph while panting and gasping under the harsh thrills the almost virginal divorcee was giving her. She placed the soles of her feet on Laura's lewdly grinding buttocks, digging them in for an added sensation of pleasure, her head beginning to weave from side to side on the pillow in obscene joy as her climax gathered momentum deep in her pounding loins.
"Faster," Virginia hissed, lunging her thighs up brutally against the girl's face, reveling in the hot tongue-fucking which was a delicious spice in the variety of her endless chain of male partners. Her perspiring body suddenly arched and quivered frantically as Laura discovered her swollen clitoris and greedily sucked its turgid flesh deep into her mouth with groans of rapture, and vibrated her tongue-tip insanely against it like a hysterical tiny whip of bliss.
"I'm-cumming!" Virginia gasped, her ass-cheeks rising high off the mattress as she slammed her dripping cunt furiously to Laura's stinging mouth. The wild thrills began to pound with shattering ecstasy through her crazily sucking cunt-flesh, and Virginia twined her fingers in the girl's long blonde hair and tugged, swinging her own buttocks in sharp, delirious spasms of sexual tension. Abruptly the climaxing brunette held her breath for a full electrifying thirty seconds as the fire of release tore through her wildly writhing body with nerve-jolting fury, sweeping from the tips of her toes up through her secreting vaginal slit to the tips of her fire-filled nipples, racing to the nerves of her scalp, until she let out her breath in a low scream of sheer violent lust.
Clinging fiercely to her newly discovered source of obscene pleasure, Laura shuddered beneath her seducer's molten orgasm, feeling the electric waves of bliss ripple from the deliciously soaked cunt-flesh to her tingling lips and still frantically spearing tongue. The burning juice seeped down into her throat, sparking a new rush of sensual hunger, and the young girl locked her lips even more tightly to the succulent clitoris in her mouth, pressing her nostrils into her partner's fragrant "vee", clutching Virginia's heavy ass-cheeks with all her might as they thrashed and jerked in wild abandon. The currents of ecstasy radiating from the woman's wriggling cuntal passage triggered an eerie wave in Laura's sucking mouth and throat that was in itself like an orgasm, strangely fulfilling but leaving her with an intense craving for more.
It was beyond Laura's comprehension that she could have been skillfully, cunningly primed to the point of frenzy, led on to the maddening peak of frustration where her orgasm was elusively beyond reach, and then, in her state of nerve racking lust, forced to commit almost any act, no matter how horrifying or depraved it might seem normally. It seemed perfectly normal to her at this frenzied moment that she was passionately devouring another woman's cunt with feverish joy. She craved more of the delicious hot fluid trickling in her throat, more of the delicious hot fluid trickling in her throat, more of the wriggling sweet pussy-flesh in her mouth, wanted Virginia to lock her hot white thighs more tightly to her cheeks and to reward her with more screams of lewd approval.
"You sweet-little cunt-sucker," Virginia hissed with rapture, "oh your juicy-aaaaaagh!-mouth! Eat me, eat me, eat me!"
Inspired, the lust-driven blonde suddenly wriggled her head rapidly from side to side while she sucked on the older woman's vibrating clitoris, and the effect made Virginia shudder convulsively and claw at Laura's back with her long fingernails. Then, recalling how lewd it had felt before to have her roommate's fingertip pressed hard to her anus to excite her, Laura now groped in the crevice of Virginia's buttocks, using her thumb. She found the rubbery little opening, brushed hard against it for a moment, and then rammed it deep inside. Instantly she was rewarded with a loud cry of passion, and in further response, the blonde wriggled her thumb lasciviously inside the hot channel while she continued sucking her voluptuous partner's cum-soaked pussy, lost now in a dreamy bliss of juicy cuntal flesh and fragrant, moisture-drenched pussy-hair and the frantically lunging on her probing thumb.
Even then, the innocent girl vaguely sensed she was lost in another depraved way, lost in a twist of destiny that would never leave her the same.
Only after her third violent orgasm from Laura's insatiable mouth did Virginia collect herself enough to realize there was much more than her own wild pleasure at stake.
"Now, now, now!" the scheming brunette cried loudly, and the unsuspecting young blonde rammed her tongue far into her roommate's juicy vagina, eager to savor the trickle of this additional orgasm.
She couldn't see the bedroom door open behind her, or Bob step in with a polaroid camera in his hand. He moved slowly and quietly into the bedroom, his eyes shining on the spectacle of the tender silken blonde greedily devouring Virginia's slit. Watching Bob, Virginia drew her knees up even higher to expose Laura's contorted face, resting the soles of her feet on the girl's soft shoulders.
Bob kneeled beside the bed at an angle that would permit the picture to show Laura's face and Virginia's soaked, hairy pink pussy clearly. He iocussed, snapped, and the sudden flash was like lightning in the room. Laura suddenly tore her lips from the dripping crack and darted her glazed eyes to the direction of the flash, her heart pounding with alarm.
Her thoughts whirled with complete confusion for a few seconds as her mind slowly registered Bob's presence a few feet away. She saw the camera in his hand, watched him casually count the seconds on his watch as he waited for the sixty-second interval that would develop the color picture, and she blinked her eyes, wondering if she was dreaming. Vaguely, she knew Bob wasn't supposed to be here, that Virginia had sent him away, but he seemed vividly real, even glancing at her with his charming smile. Then she felt Virginia's hands firmly grasping her head and pulling her down again, down to the sweet, hot pink flesh that sucked rhythmically inward in lewd invitation, beckoning to her juice-smeared lips. She felt her mouth being forcibly crushed against the glistening orifice, and automatically Laura resumed her obscene sucking and tonguing, feeling strangely safe in the warm haven of her seducer's silken thighs, her thoughts reeling with bewilderment.
"It's all right," Virginia crooned above her, stroking the blonde's hair tenderly as she lunged her throbbing cunt eagerly to Laura's greedy mouth, "everything is all right, sweetheart Ummmmmm! God, you're a hungry little angel, yes, yes, oooooooh, just keep sucking, sweetheart, the pictures are for me, for my private collection-ahhhhhhh!-so I can always remember you, darling, keep eating my cunt and I'll eat yours, in just a minute, ummmmmm...."
The husky words were deeply reassuring to Laura's dazed mind, and she was almost too lost in the dreamy rapture of her newly-discovered sensations to care. Virginia wanted to remember her always-the sentimental thought seemed perfectly logical, and spurred the unsuspecting innocent to please her sleek, luscious roommate even more, so she wriggled her thumb harder in Virginia's burning rectum and probed her tongue as deeply as it would go into the squirming hot slit of the older girl's pussy. Again the flash of the camera startled her but this time she didn't lose the tempo of her oral ravishment, prodded by the overwhelming thought that Virginia promised to return the thrills soon. It seemed to her, as the flashes continued, that the pictures were being taken in very rapid succession, but she couldn't be certain because she'd lost all sense of time in her dreamy reverie of lust, immersing herself totally in the searing pussy-flesh still crushing against her mouth in wild wanton jerks.
"Don't stop-eating," Virginia panted, "but-unnnnnh!-swing your body around and put your little cunt over-aaaaagh--my mouth, Laura...."
Eagerly, the blonde began to scramble her body around in reverse while she sucked on Virginia's small turgid clitoris. She placed a folded knee on each side of the woman's shoulders, and her heart began to hammer frantically as she felt Virginia's hands grip her hot ass-cheeks and pull her down, her dark-haired partner's breath coming warm on her throbbing cunt. For a long suspenseful minute Virginia purposely kissed and licked her tawny inner thighs, firing her torment until she retaliated by pulling her lips from the ripe slit beneath her and jerking her thumb out of Virginia's tightly clenching anus.
"Don't tease me," she gasped. "I can't stand it!"
She was rewarded by sharp, delirious thrills as Virginia abruptly rammed her tongue far up into her lewdly hovering cunt, and with a groan of frantic excitement, Laura returned her mouth to the other woman's clasping cuntal crevice. After a minute, the younger girl began to imitate the older one's slow, sensuous sucking and licking, undulating her buttocks to a steady, almost leisurely rhythm of pleasure. Then Virginia gave her a series of soft but torrid thrills by wriggling her tongue in wide circles to lap at Laura's sensitive vaginal walls, and transferred her attention to Laura's passion-inflamed clitoris with a gentle sucking of her sensual mouth. There was nothing of Laura's earlier frenzied hunger in her roommate's artistic love-making rather, the girl felt as if she were being savored, like a feast, her tiny nerve-filled clitoris nibbled delicately to send lewd waves of sensual bliss spreading through her loins, then her pulsating cunt lapped for a few minutes with a slow, dreamlike hunger.
Purring in long low moans, Virginia compared the fragrance and texture of the blonde's sweet-tasting cunt-flesh to that of the other girls she'd seduced into cunnilingus over the years; each pussy was unique to her taste-buds and Laura's fiery slit was no different-deeply delicious and satisfying to her jaded mouth, deserving the best of her considerable skill. Her fingers stroked the "girl's lewdly undulating buttocks while she licked and relished her searing pink flesh, then she spread Laura's ass-cheeks apart and stared at her tiny, puckered anal ring, knowing that there, at least, the young blonde divorcee was a virgin. In one smooth motion her tongue covered the small distance and, with diabolical teasing skill, Virginia licked at the rubbery nether opening for a few seconds while Laura groaned loudly and flexed her buttocks in response. Then when Virginia slammed her tongue into the hot anal channel, Laura shuddered wildly and in a moment returned the obscene thrill, plunging her own burning tongue into her roommate's flexing anus and squirming it lasciviously to give the honey-skinned woman a delicious wave of bliss.
Laura was no longer conscious of the polaroid camera flashing methodically every couple of minutes in Bob's hands. He had by now a fierce, throbbing erection from the spectacle of the tawny-skinned, fat-cheeked blonde devouring Virginia's dark-fringed pussy and as much as he wanted to fuck her-particularly in between those alluringly plump buttocks of hers-he, like Virginia, knew what had to be done to her next. She would probably be clumsy and inexperienced at that, too, but even so her small, sensual mouth held great promise. His prick surged and hardened to its full length at the prospect, and he wished Virginia would hurry, although he knew she wouldn't! She would suck the luscious girl dry first, explore her juicy pink cunt until both of them were sated before she would turn the blonde over to Bob. He'd seen Virginia in action with young girls for years and she still managed to arouse him, with or without an innocent victim like Laura. She only allowed him to fuck her once a month now because of her incredibly busy schedule, but each time was a wild, vivid encounter as she coaxed three successive orgasms from him in a couple of hours, first using her still-tight and slippery cunt, then her ravenous lips and finally her anus, which she enjoyed the most. Swinging her lusty white buttocks furiously, she would caress and squeeze his cum-bloated balls in her adroit fingers to draw out his final exhausted load.
Virginia was a match for any man, he'd learned-and any woman. He hurried to put a fresh pack of film in the camera and resumed the job he enjoyed so much. They were obscenely beautiful together, the blonde's amber-toned skin an exciting contrast to Virginia's milk-white flesh, the girl's generously rounded breasts and ass-cheeks, now dancing madly as she lunged her cunt happily upward to Virginia's face, a perfect match for the sultry brunette's sensuous curves. He wondered if he could persuade his business partner to let him eat the girl while he fucked Virginia at the same time, an idea that made his thick erection tingle. But he doubted it; Virginia always put strict business before pleasure, combining them whenever she could but nevertheless saving her recruits for the strenuous schedule she set up for them in advance. His pulse quickened as he focused the camera for another shot: Virginia was eating her in a frenzy of greed now and the girl was cumming, wanton groans issuing muffled from her mouth, her ripely mounded breasts writhing desperately on Virginia's soft stomach and her ass-cheeks grinding with convulsive pleasure. The knowledge that it wouldn't be long now before he had his turn, made his loins pound.
The wildest climax of her night raced through Virginia's fiercely sucking cunt as she sank her fingernails into Laura's tempting buttocks and licked her hotly secreting pussy with joyous fervor. They were both cumming at the same time, Virginia thrashing her hips off the mattress beneath the shattering thrills, the blonde girl stroking her partner's satiny calves with feverish hands as she sucked and stung the hot, squirming flesh beneath her, her lips on fire with her frantic new hunger, her own cunt shuddering in delirious joy as Virginia lost control at last and lapped voraciously at her ultra-sensitive cuntal walls.
The merciless teasing Virginia had inflicted on Laura earlier with her expert finger-fucking now brought the blonde a hysterical climax. Her whole body trembled violently as the unendurable explosions of ecstasy ripped through her helpless loins, until the raw nerve-ends of her cunt-flesh seemed like sparks of pain beneath Virginia's insatiable lips and tongue, until she thought she would faint from the fierce intensity of her roommate's cunt-sucking. Laura felt her lust-heated juices being drained as if a ruthless pump had been attached to her tender vagina, and finally, in sheer exhaustion, she wrenched her soaked mouth from Virginia's pussy and took a deep lungful of air. But when she tried to jerk her own thighs away from her partner's mouth, Virginia clung savagely to her buttocks burrowing her mouth even more tightly to Laura's lust-tortured slit.
"S-Stop!" Laura screamed, clawing at Virginia's calves and shaking her head frantically as another boiling orgasm burst in her quivering cunt. "Unnnnnh! Can't take-it! God, you're sucking me to-oooooooh!-to death!"
Virginia heard her, but continued to suck the girl's silken hot pussy with ruthless greed, obsessed by the sweet-scented flesh, loving the feel of the younger girl's plump ass-cheeks in her hands, moving her fingers down to clutch Laura's tawny, swollen breasts and squeeze the fat flesh eagerly.
"Please!" Laura wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks, "can't-stand it! Aaaaaaaagh! Losing my mind-Ooooooooh!"
For another thirty seconds, Virginia continued to suck ravenously until, with a deep sigh of regret, she released the blonde divorcee's shuddering loins. Sobbing with exhaustion, Laura sagged onto the mattress, her perspiring body twitching in spasms, her mind reeling under the onslaught of thrills that had assaulted her in the last few hours. Her body throbbed in rhythm to her still-pulsing vagina, until her whole being felt like one wildly quivering nerve. But she couldn't deny the hot glow of fulfillment that welled up from her belly, the completely new feeling of being utterly sated after more than a year of tortured suppression.
"Jesus, that was good," Virginia sighed beside her, her breasts heaving with exertion and. her cunt tingling from the long, delicious session the blonde had given her. She hadn't actually wanted to release Laura yet-she frequently devoured girls for an hour at a time, especially those recruits that had such tender, pussies as Laura's-but she knew too much cunnilingus could spoil an innocent the first time, could actually turn her off to men and normal sex, and she didn't dare ruin a gold mine like this sexy little blonde. Sighing with regret, she turned to Bob who was looking at his thick stack of polaroid pictures.
"How'd they come out?" Virginia asked him curiously. He handed her one and she studied it with satisfaction, even a new surge of excitement, as she lay nakedly sated on the bed. The girl was very photogenic, attractive enough for Virginia's lucrative sideline of selling such j pictures for a considerable profit. She would have Bob run off a few dozen copies of each tomorrow, although the pictures were actually for a different, more important purpose.
"You're a real doll," Virginia chuckled to the panting girl beside her, patting her affectionately on her buttocks. "You take a better picture than I do, and that's going some." Laura still lay in a reverse position on her stomach, and Virginia gazed at the inviting crevice of her ass-cheeks with a surge of pride. It was the first anal cherry she'd gotten in some time, and the blonde was so sexy and innocent, her anus even tasted sweet and exciting. Considering what her destiny j would be, Virginia almost felt sorry for her: Her j tight, fiery asshole would be ravaged soon j enough by a series of big, ruthless cocks and she j would never quite taste the same afterwards.
While Virginia studied the picture, Bob quickly took his pants and shorts off. His fully aroused penis tingled hotly with lustful anticipation. He knew although it couldn't be considered huge-he'd seen Carl Fraser's erection once at an orgy, and he couldn't resist a grudging admiration-it was ample enough for ; most girls, with a thick coronal rim that had made more than one innocent virgin scream in pain.
"How about now?" Bob asked Virginia impatiently, staring at the tawny blonde who had her face buried in her arms.
"Give her a couple minutes to rest first," Virginia replied, reaching for a cigarette while she went through the fascinating stack of pictures. She would save one set for her own private collection-in that respect, at least, she hadn't lied to Laura. She glanced at the girl, sensing that shame and remorse was quickly setting in, now that she'd been satisfied. Virginia had long since become accustomed to all the symptoms of predictable behavior in recruits, especially innocent farm-girls like Laura. Already the girl would be secretly planning to run away, to hide her sudden outburst of lust and subsequent shame. Virginia smiled as she drew on her cigarette, handing each picture back to Bob as she finished studying it. It had been extremely easy to find Laura's most vulnerable spot, and to keep her from getting a job. The blonde had had quite a few calls in response to her applications in the past few weeks, and even a few letters from prospective employers. Virginia had simply torn the letters up and told the callers that Laura had already found work.
She'd steamed open the other letters, all from her parents, read them, then carefully resealed them and gave them to Laura. Her folks were simple Midwestern farmers, poor but decent and very attached to their only daughter, Virginia had judged from the tone of the letters. It had been a perfect setup from the moment she saw the luscious little blonde. But Virginia still wasn't over-confident and wouldn't be, until after they'd confronted Laura with their threat, and a few more pictures would help to put the final touches on their plans for her.
"Damn, Virginia, but I'm god awful horny," Bob muttered, darting hot eyes at the girl's naked body. "How about now?"
Slowly, Virginia nodded, knowing she had to share all her new recruits with Bob as part of their agreement anyway. It was an odd situation, she realized with irony: She did all the procuring, and Bob made all the contacts, arranging parties and lining up customers, most of them wealthy. She was the pimp in this case and Bob was the business manager, an arrangement that brought both their talents into full play. Virginia herself had been recruited in exactly the same manner ten years before by a lush, very charming brunette who now lived in a huge villa in Spain, reaping the fruits of retirement with a steady chain of lovers, male and female. She was rich, still attractive at thirty-eight and lived a life of totally depraved luxury, gaining fame on the continent as a swinging-party giver.
Five more years, Virginia promised herself, and I'll retire in time to enjoy it all-if I don't pass the saturation point.
There was a point of sexual saturation, her mentor in Spain had once explained to her, where her body simply would be unable to respond to sexual stimuli anymore and she would be totally incapable of feeling anything resembling an orgasm. She would perform the motions of fucking without the rewards, beyond a mental pleasure-if that was still possible. Her nerves would be so jaded after countless customers and orgies over the years, she would fornicate in a nightmare of pursuit, chasing an impossible sensation in her pussy that no longer existed. She strongly suspected that the woman in Spain had passed that point, and sometimes wondered frantically if she was approaching it. Her eyes swung to the lovely blonde huddled on the bed beside her, and she felt a sharp stab of envy for her youth and innocence, but not a shred of pity for her destiny.
Laura stirred slightly on the bed, still hiding her flushed face in her arms. The shame and remorse Virginia suspected had already begun to sweep through her silky, throbbing body in hot waves, as her passion subsided. She knew she'd done a terrible thing-if her folks knew what she'd just done, they would never recover from the shock-but she couldn't help herself. She'd never been so wildly aroused in her life, starting with her first orgasm when she'd been raped by her callous date, and then, before she could recover from his massive, thrilling penis, she had once again been overpowered by her own lust in Virginia's arms, turning into a frenzied animal when her sleek, sexy roommate began making love to her. Laura couldn't resist a shiver of lewd excitement as she recalled the strange feeling of being finger-fucked by a beautiful woman, so much more blissful and arousing than doing it to herself. And then, in what must have been a state of insanity, she'd actually begged Virginia to go down on her, and then had kissed and licked her roommate's cream-white breasts with fierce desire, sliding down to her smooth hot thighs with breathless urgency and then lashing her tongue into the older woman's forbidden pink vagina with maddened hunger.
Her intense shame prodded her to think of only one thing: Escape. She had to get out of here, away from Virginia's compelling husky voice and lascivious smile, away from Bob who had sold her like a common prostitute, and hide somewhere-anywhere-until the nightmare faded and her sanity returned. She wondered desperately how much more humiliation she could take, how much more deep shame the insatiable, lustful part of her nature would drive, her to before she got control of herself. The essence of Virginia's cunt-flesh lingered in her mouth like nectar and her pussy and even her anus kept tingling, as if her body craved more of the wanton ecstasy.
The trembling girl's heart suddenly lurched when a rough hand grabbed her and pulled and she looked up, fearful. Bob's face was glazed with an obscene look that sent shivers of panic racing up her spine, and she knew, with sickening dread, he intended to rape her.
"Get up off the bed, Laura," he said hoarsely. "Come on, you little cunt-sucker-It's time for your next lesson."
The vulgar word, so exciting when Virginia had used it as if it were praise, sent a tremor of shock through the young blonde's mind. She was frozen with apprehension, but the pressure on her arm was so painful she had to move. She slowly got off the bed and stood before him, only then realizing he was naked beneath his shirt-tails and his cock was hard and red, not as monstrous as Carl's but nevertheless thick, with ugly purple veins pulsing in its trunk. And again, to her dismay, beneath her fear she could feel a hot current of unwanted excitement as her flesh responded to the sight of a rigid prick with a perverse will of its own, her loins beginning to pound once more and her knees trembling.
"Get down on your knees," he ordered in a brutal voice. "You're going to suck me off, baby. If you do half as good a job as you did on Virginia, I ought to be in paradise. On your knees!"
"No," she whispered, shaking her head frantically. She turned her face to Virginia, who was leaning on her elbow watching her with a strange excited light in her dark eyes. I don't want to do that ... Please!"
She searched her roommate's dark eyes for a trace of sympathy and saw only avid lust, and for the first time she suspected the whole evening had been somehow planned by the two of them, that Bob wasn't alone in selling her body to her date. A feeling of horror gripped her when she realized how completely helpless she was at this moment.
"Down," Bob snapped, and her utter resignation pulled her down to her knees on the carpet, her face inches from the huge bulbous knob of his pulsating cock. A wave of revulsion flooded her shivering body when she saw a milky drop ooze out of the tiny slit on his bright red crown, and she realized she would actually have to put his hard, obscene penis in her mouth. Beneath his cock his scrotum hung like two huge, fleshy eggs, her first close view of a man's testicles and they seemed infinitely strange at that moment, his genitals alien compared to the soft, symmetrical sight of Virginia's pink cunt. The thought that he might ejaculate directly into her mouth made her feel faint.
"Put it in your mouth!" he commanded harshly. "What are you waiting for-Haven't you ever been fucked in the mouth before?"
"Only by me," Virginia chuckled, and the sound, so cruel coming from the only person she'd trusted since leaving home made Laura's stomach sink. She knew there was no alternative but still she hesitated, stalling desperately for a few more seconds to get used to the prospect of this final humiliation while her roommate watched with obvious relish. The red-faced blonde took a deep breath, closed her eyes tightly and moved forward with her ripe mouth parted and her fists clenched at her sides.
Her lips enclosed the burning head of his swollen cock, and this first contact sent shudders of fear through her tawny body as she tasted the fleshy rod. She began moving her head back and forth delicately, feeling the vibrant power of his swollen penis quiver in her wet mouth, wanting to get the horrible oral rape over with as soon as possible, braced for the stream of his semen violating her throat.
She suddenly whimpered in fright as Bob clutched the back of her head and jerked it violently forward, ramming his cock-head all the way back along her tongue and savagely against the back of her throat to make her gag. For a second she thought she was going to vomit, then he quickly drew his pulsing member back and slammed forward again, repeating the painful attack.
"Either suck me off with a little life or I'll have to fuck your mouth like this all night. Now suck, you whore!"
Her breasts heaving with terror, Laura began sliding her lips furiously up and down on his throbbing member, feeling it harden slightly in her mouth as she strove desperately to please him. She grasped the base of his thick, blood-hardened shaft in one hand to steady it, and the thick surging feel of it automatically made her begin stroking it in time to her frenzied sucking. She suddenly realized she was becoming excited, and opened her eyes to stare at his rod as she worked her warm mouth, ashamed at her reaction but unable to control it as she grew used to the pungent, fleshy male taste, beginning to savor it curiously.
"Now you're getting it," Bob rasped, his loins surging as he watched her dainty lips slide eagerly back and forth on his turgid cock. He dug his fingers into her soft shoulders and began stroking gently in time to her sucking mouth, while Virginia watched with smoldering eyes a few feet away, focusing and then snapping the polaroid camera.
"Use your tongue, blondie," Bob told Laura, the currents of bliss growing sharper on his erection as she found a rhythm and began moaning softly with excitement. She held the trunk of his penis firmly in her hand while she circled the lust-swollen head with her hot rough tongue, then took his cock out of her mouth to lick the blunt crown in rapid, tingling strokes of her wet tongue-tip.
"She's already showing signs of poetry," Virginia murmured as she clicked the camera again, shivering with pleasure as she remembered how Laura had licked and sucked her own dark-fringed pussy-flesh with growing artistry. The luscious little blonde was going to turn into a real moneymaker for them-if she didn't run away in spite of their scheme. It had happened occasionally with their prospects, not often, but often enough so that she and Bob had worked out an elaborate plan of rape and humiliation, always culminating in a forced blow-job which had just the right touch of final debasement to crush their innocent victim's spirits, and sometimes turn them on to the act so much they would do it to their customers for the sheer pleasure of it. Laura could still go either way, Virginia realized, but the little fool would make a fortune with her sweet pouty-lipped face and gorgeous young body if they could get her turned on completely. The young blonde was whimpering passionately now as she sucked greedily on Bob's lust-swollen penis, manually masturbating him at the same time with lewd fervor. But later, Virginia knew, when the naive farm-girl was alone would come the turbulent inner struggle.
"Ahhhhh, that's hot and good, honey," Bob praised her, lunging harder into her fiercely sucking mouth. "Use your hands to squeeze my balls-but carefully, dammit. Ooooooooooh, you're a born cock-sucker if I ever met one. Ummmmm, yes, juicy little mouth...."
Again, as it had with Virginia, the obscene praise unaccountably triggered a frantic desire to please in her, and Laura cradled his balls gently in one hand as she worked her mouth hungrily to coax his semen upward. She wanted it now, yearned to taste the hot stream of lewd male cum tingling in her throat with sharp curiosity, was beginning to love the virile, gorging feel of a stiff cock invading her mouth. By degrees, her initial fear had turned to curiosity, then faint pleasure, and then depraved joy as she slid her obscenely ovaled lips up and down on his long thick blood-engorged rod in an effort to make him cum quickly, to spurt his hot liquid sperm in a lewd shower into her lust-inspired mouth. It was as if each shocking experience left her craving for a new one to rival it, as if her natural passion, locked up and buried for so long, now demanded with rising fury its overdue payment in sexual experience.
Laura was moaning deeply now, burrowing as much of his surging rod into her throat as possible with each upward thrust of his loins, her tawny body trembling with eagerness as she jerked the shaft of his cock rapidly in her soft palm, loving the feel of raw masculine power rippling in her mouth. Her lust-inflamed mind whirled with perverse images: She wanted his cum not only in her throat, but all over her body, on her tingling nipple-buds and swollen breasts, on her naked belly and rounded white ass-cheeks, craved the sticky cream everywhere so she could bathe in it and rub herself down with it, licking at her hands with lascivious joy. And as before with Carl and then Virginia, not a single thought of shame or self-contempt could pierce her frantic mind or burning, trembling body now that she was aroused to her feverish pitch of lust.
Her craving for new thrills suddenly sparked her to wrench her mouth from his lust-hardened rod and hold the angry red shaft up at an angle with one hand. Eagerly, she ran the tip of her tongue along the hard-ridged undersurface of his stiffened cock, then, still stroking it rapidly in her hand, she licked at his testicles, lapping each semen-inflated ball in turn with soft low moans of desire. In another frantic moment, she was seizing one of the fleshy rounds carefully in her wide-open mouth, sucking on it with a gentle pressure, her free hand even probing lewdly at the ring of his anus.
"Sonofabitch!" Bob exclaimed in astonishment, "she's incredible! Oooooh, wow, honey, you're sure learning fast! Mmmmmmmmmm!"
"Fantastic," Virginia whispered, watching through gleaming, half-lidded eyes. The sex-crazed blonde was a natural, once they'd broken through her barriers of self-defense. She was giving one of the finest blow jobs Virginia had ever seen-and this was just the beginning. They couldn't let this one slip away, not for anything. There would be a very critical period for the next twenty-four or forty-eight hours while she wallowed in shame and remorse. If she survived that, Virginia knew from long experience with other recruits she'd broken in that she would be solidly hooked, and Virginia's favorite. Already Virginia was thinking of her landlord and his wife, who were willing to pay more than just free rent for a luscious, tender girl like Laura, both of them fascinated by her even though they'd only seen her once. The wife would suck her as dry as a lemon pip while the husband raped her luscious buttocks, then her plump breasts and finally her hot little pussy while the wife licked her anus and any other part of her body she could reach. Virginia knew their routine well from her monthly session with them, and they would be ecstatic over Laura's natural passion, particularly the wife who crowned their all night orgies by strapping on an enormous dildo and fucking Virginia until she was exhausted.
Laura had spent no more than a couple minutes tonguing and sucking Bob's balls, and had now returned to devouring his cock with renewed zeal. Whimpering incoherently as she felt his turgid member quiver ominously in her mouth, she met his powerful pelvic thrusts with a tight, burning oral suction, her hand simultaneously stroking him in a frenzy of impatience. Her lustful concentration was fierce, obscuring everything else except the source of her pleasure. Too, there was an added excitement in the bizarre fact that he wore his shirt, giving the whole episode a sense of wild haste and furtive guilt, so she could pretend she hadn't even given him time to undress completely but had assaulted his crimson-tipped cock at once. Already the circumstances surrounding the rape of her mouth were hazy in the young divorcee's mind as her cunt trickled profusely and the blood sang in her ears with eerie excitement. And, as she had while sucking Virginia's hotly clasping pussy slit, Laura could feel dreamy, torrid currents of bliss in her lips and tongue and throat, like tiny orgasms in themselves as he pumped his fleshy rod with groans of delight deeper into her fiercely sucking mouth until the huge knob was crushing the back of her throat and his wiry pubic hair smothered her nostrils.
"I'm gonna cum!" Bob gasped, gripping her blonde head savagely in his hands and readying himself for a final series of massive thrusts. His loins quivered explosively at the delicious hot pussy-like friction of her voracious mouth, except that she was more tight and fiery in her lust-frenzy than any yielding pussy as she tried to force his cum from his crazily protesting balls.
His words sparked an intense new hunger in the softly moaning blonde, and she clutched his naked buttocks in her hands to add power to his furious lunges, seeing herself in her delirious mind's eye kneeling humbly before him with her breasts heaving and her body shuddering, being fucked violently in the mouth and loving it with slave-like helplessness. The picture thrilled her deeply and she felt a burning trickle in her cunt as he began slamming his pelvis with loud obscene groans to her face while Laura worked her ripely rounded mouth convulsively on the choking cock-flesh, raking his taut-muscled ass-cheeks with her fingers and whimpering madly. The suspense made her raw, jangling nerves scream as his gorging cock hummed and swelled in her mouth for what seemed like an eternity and the crazy desire to be pierced at that moment in her cunt and her anus at the same time, to fill every orifice in her body with mammoth, throbbing, bursting penises, pounded through her blood and made her mind reel. Then his hotly ramming penis exploded and her mouth was suddenly flooded with his burning cum, thick flowing waves of pungent sperm that made her throat tingle ecstatically and her eyelids flutter with joy. The liquid was strange and salty to her taste buds, but infinitely exciting as the searing gush continued to spurt and Laura swallowed it frantically, issuing obscenely happy groans as the stream continued, and Bob gasped and writhed his loins with diminishing power.
"Oh wow," he panted, heaving for breath while her fiery mouth sucked and drained greedily.
His shattering climax slowly subsided and his cock began to deflate in her still-frenzied lips, tingling wildly beneath the continued onslaught. When it was completely limp, the blonde made a pathetic disappointed sound but didn't cease sucking and wriggling her mouth on it, as if she could somehow coax it back to life instantly so she could begin again. Bob stared down at her in astonishment, still dazed at her wild fervor and burst of sensual artistry, her swift transition from timid alarm to pure animal lust. He'd had his cock worked over by experts who specialized in the act, women who'd been at it for years, and while some of them were undoubtedly trickier and more subtle, none of them could compare to her ravenous, excited freshness. Her mouth was like a boiling funnel that sucked with electrifying power. She loved it, obviously, and put her heart and soul into the act, which a jaded professional rarely did. He looked at Virginia, who still held the camera poised, a broad grin on her face. Naturally she would t ike the credit for priming and turning the little blonde on, but he grudgingly had to concede she knew how to handle her girls.
"Hey, take it easy!" he snapped at Laura, who was still sucking the soft flesh deliriously and jiggling it in her hand. He eased his limp rod out of her mouth and stepped back, shaking his head at the incoherently mewling blonde.
"Christ, aren't you ever satisfied?" he asked. "Pull yourself together!"
But when she continued to kneel on the floor, whimpering and hugging her tawny breasts, Bob looked helplessly at Virginia. He knew this was a bad sign, that she was over-reacting and her hyper-emotionalism meant they couldn't rely on her to act sane, that she might just as quickly go to the opposite extreme and ice up, which would be ruinous to their plans for her.
Calmly, Virginia put the camera aside on the dresser and went over to Laura, inflicting a vicious, stinging slap on her cheek. The girl yelped, then looked up at her voluptuous roommate with glazed green eyes in wonder.
"Stand up," Virginia ordered harshly. Laura slowly obeyed, feeling the confused whirl in her mind grind down to a halt as she stared into Virginia's cold eyes. She felt as if she were emerging from a dream, a wonderful fuzzy dream that was rapidly taking on the hue of a nightmare. Only one thought remained in her frightened mind and it began to repeat itself like a chant as she mechanically took the glass of gin Bob held out to her and gulped some of the liquid down. Instantly, she was coughing as it stung her throat and burned her stomach, obliterating the taste of pungent male semen.
"Let her pull herself together for a couple minutes," Virginia said. She watched the ripe-breasted blonde closely, trying to gauge her next reaction, but she was already certain of a tremendous flood of remorse. Wearily, Virginia hoped Laura wouldn't throw another hysterical fit; she was damn tired and had a very busy schedule the next night and she didn't want to have to play nurse-maid for the next couple of days. She tried another tack, putting her arm gently around the girl to soothe her, feeling another sudden wave of powerful desire at the contact of her hot amber skin. For a few moments, Virginia debated whether to have another wild session with her sweet, juicy cuntal slit, strongly tempted as she stroked Laura's trembling ass-cheeks. She even considered breaking her in for the party tomorrow night by strapping on the eight-inch dildo she kept in her dresser drawer for such purposes, and raping her tender anus, which would ease Laura's torment in the weeks to come. But, watching the blonde's dazed face and succulently quivering body, Virginia decided her roommate had had enough for one night, that an orgy of constant assault might unhinge her already precariously balanced mind.
She guided the naked girl over to the bed and eased her down on it, stroking her cheek and running her fingers over her belly comfortingly, murmuring soothing phrases in her ear. She didn't like the sudden fierce look of determination on Laura's face, the glint of decision in her eyes. Her emotions would be on a roller-coaster ride right now, Virginia knew, and anything might happen.
"Are you all right now, honey?" she asked Laura.
Slowly, the girl turned to face her with a bright flush on her cheeks. Her voice was a rapid hiss, but high and shaky with near-hysteria:
"I'm leaving tonight! And if you don't let me go, I'll call the police and tell them everything, you filthy pervert!"
A slow, cruel smile spread over Virginia's face, although she kept fondling the girl's soft belly and pussy-hairs.
"It's time," she said huskily, "for your next lesson in the big city, baby doll."
CHAPTER FIVE
The single obsessed thought that spun in Laura's mind and obscured even her profound hot shame when she realized the magnitude of her depravity in the past few hours became a wedge that fired her courage.
She had to escape this place, get away at once from these cunning perverts, no matter where she went. Even the sordid hotel she'd fled from in panic seemed like a haven of sanity now. There was something deeply lewd and evil in the strange, hypnotic woman who now caressed her body with subtle passionate fingers while she watched Laura with her twisted smile, and murmured threats. And even as Laura defied her, her soft, silken body trembled in response with its own savage will, melting slavishly beneath Virginia's lascivious, dancing fingertips.
"I'll call the police," Laura insisted shrilly, "and even if they put me in jail too, I'll be safe from you. You can't keep me a prisoner here."
Smiling casually, the creamy-skinned woman grasped one of Laura's softened nipples in and rolled it between her fingers to make it tingle and throb.
"You can go anytime, Laura," she chuckled, "but first I think you ought to take a look at my photo collection." She held her hand out and Bob brought her a huge stack of polaroids, at least three dozen pictures. One at a time, Virginia held them up before the blonde's shocked eyes, talking calmly!...." And there you are eating my pussy like a starving wolf, with your little pink tongue hanging out. No one can look at that expression on your face and think you were forced into it, Laura. And here we have you, in a very artistic shot by Bob-beautiful angle, Bob-with your tongue clearly up my asshole. Notice how almost every shot concentrates on your facial expression, honey, although I confess my cunt is very photogenic, too. And there we both are, sucking each other off like rabid puppies-Gee, your ass is cute. Now look at this beauty: You're trying to swallow Bob's entire prick, and from that look of rapture on your face, who would believe you were raped? You look like you've been fucked in the mouth since you were six from the way you're kissing and sucking his balls in this one. And look at your hand grip his tool! Your knuckles are white from the pressure...."
Laura gazed at the vivid color photographs in growing horror. She'd forgotten about the camera, had attached no importance to it at the time but now she realized the depth of their cunning. And an intense, eerie excitement was gripping her as she saw herself obscenely licking Virginia's shiny pink vagina, the woman's tapered creamy legs folded up high with her feet resting on Laura's shoulders. As she drank in each picture that Virginia held up for ten seconds, Laura felt that the beautiful, tawny blonde with her face greedily locked to another beautiful woman's milky thighs couldn't possibly be herself, and certainly the girl whose features were exactly hers but who was sucking a thick red penis with such obvious frantic joy had to be someone else. Her thoughts desperately darted for an escape from the wildly obscene reality of the pictures all the while she gazed at them in pure fascination. And with an added shock, the innocent blonde realized that each scene triggered an instant association in her blood. Again she could feel the fragrant hot juice of Virginia's grinding pussy in her mouth, the pungent but exciting flavor of her burning anus, the soft fleshiness of her swollen nipples and heavy breasts, and in turn the delicious bliss of Virginia's long hot tongue probing her own tender slit and asshole, the bursting power of Bob's swollen cock vibrating in her mouth and his searing cum flooding her gulping throat in a baptism of fire.
She'd never even seen a lewd picture before, but to see herself in all her naked beauty and obscenity performing the most forbidden of lustful acts filled her with an overwhelming shame and, prodding her confusion to the point of near-hysteria, the strangest excitement of her life.
"Now what would you say," Virginia murmured after handing the last picture to Bob, who was growing semi-erect as he studied them in turn and recalled the fiery suction of Laura's mouth, "if I told you that I would put these pictures on the market and make you famous to every swinger in the country?"
Laura struggled against the dread rising in her stomach, but she clung to her decision shakily, thinking that if she could somehow get back to her parents' farm, to the warm isolated security of their house the pictures couldn't touch her there.
"I don't care," she blurted out, "I'm leaving tonight. Both of you may as well get out of my room because I want to pack."
"Spunky little bitch," Bob said as he slipped on his pants. Now that Virginia was down to strict business, he could forget about trying to get at the girl's pussy, although there would be no harm in fondling her. He sat on the bed behind Laura, stroking her ripely curved buttocks while Virginia unleashed her bombshell.
"All right," Virginia sighed, caressing one of Laura's silky mounds to make the girl shiver, "then you're free to leave, honey. Except for one thing...."
For a moment Laura's heart leaped with hope, but as she watched Virginia's sly, sensual face she realized they were toying with her again, that some devastating threat was coming next. Nor could she, even in her shame and crushed pride, deny the waves of excitement rippling through her naked body as both her tormentors kept a constant pressure of lecherous teasing on her breasts and thighs and ass with their relentless fingers.
"What?" Laura whispered frantically.
"I was just wondering what your mom and dad might think of these pictures, honey. I have their address, you know. Of course, I'd send a concerned letter along with the snapshots, explaining how I tried to protect you from this sort of thing...."
The words struck Laura like an electric jolt, and a flood of intense shame turned her skin bright pink. Tears stung her eyes, and she began to tremble with fear at the idea, horrified at the image of her parents opening the letter, their weathered faces registering bewilderment, then stunned shock and disbelief. But they could clearly see if was their daughter, that the pictures couldn't be faked, and their lives would become a meaningless horror after that. They loved Laura deeply, religiously, and had devoted their lives to bringing her up with strict moral virtue.
For a minute Laura's lips moved soundlessly, then stammered, "You wouldn't do that, Virginia-No one would!"
"I would," the sleek swinger said softly, and the hard light in her dark, lewd eyes told Laura unmistakably that she was capable of that, and far worse. The girl felt her heart sink with despair and revulsion as a rush of tears blinded her eyes, and for a minute she sobbed uncontrollably, her satiny breasts heaving with anguish. She felt Virginia's arms embrace her, crushing their naked bodies together but Laura was too emotionally exhausted after the long, wild night to even attempt to push her away.
"It's going to be all right," Virginia assured her smoothly, "I won't mail them the pictures, baby. Not if you do what I say. Do you understand?"
The words slowly filtered through to Laura's reeling mind, but for a few dangerous moments she felt her sanity teetering beneath the relentless assault on her emotions and helpless body. She had the vivid sensation she was being crushed in a vise of hot flesh and clawing fingers as Virginia held her tightly, pressing her huge breasts and soft belly to Laura's-and her moist crotch-while Bob, behind her, stroked and pinched the plump curves of her buttocks. She was inexorably trapped between her two corrupters, suffocating in their endless lust, her raw emotions pulverized by their bizarre sex-games and diabolical traps. The moment she survived one rape they pounced on her with another, more cruel attack, until her frenzied mind and shuddering body was on the verge of collapse.
For a few minutes everything seemed nightmarish and dark, until she felt another drink thrust in her hand, and she swallowed the burning liquid eagerly. At least Bob had stopped pawing her, while Virginia hovered over her on the bed with concern.
"You'll be all right now," Virginia told her. "You were raving gibberish for a few minutes ... Now about the pictures...."
"I'll do whatever you say," the girl whispered feverishly, "anything-But for God's sake, don't send them to my parents, anything but that, please...."
"Good," Virginia said with sudden crispness. "We'll give you a chance to earn them all back, honey. Interested?"
Hope flared wildly in Laura's blood and she nodded eagerly, believing Virginia in spite of her earlier treachery, grasping at any possible way out in her desperation. Her shredded emotions and wild, nerve-racking series of orgasms had reduced her to a whimpering slave.
"All you have to do," Virginia told her persuasively, "is to attend one party tomorrow night, one swinging little affair at Bob's apartment. Afterwards, you can have all the pictures back and you'll be free to leave okay?"
"That's all?" Laura asked, startled. She searched her roommate's face suspiciously, but her seducer reeked with sincerity and concern, even warmth.
"That's all, Laura. It won't be any wilder than our little party here tonight. You might even say this was a dry-or rather wet-run," she chuckled, fingering Laura's tawny thighs as she spoke. On the other side of the bed. Bob sat watching the cornered blonde through narrowed eyes.
"We're going to leave you now so you can get plenty of sleep," Virginia continued, "because you'll need all your energy for this group, believe me. The door will be unlocked if you want to run away, Laura. Just remember the consequences." She waved one of the pictures to emphasize her point, and Laura felt an icy stab of dread.
"I won't run away," she said quickly, "I swear it."
"See you tomorrow, then, Laura." Virginia leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips, a mocking gesture as an anti-climax to the nightmare of sex and games. Then, to add to her feeling of utter helplessness. Bob leaned down and kissed her, snaking his tongue into her mouth lewdly and squeezing one of her soft mounds.
The lights went out and a few moments later her bedroom door shut softly. The exhausted girl listened to their low droning voices for a minute, then heard the outer door slam, followed by a tinkle of ice being dropped in a glass at the bar, then soft romantic music filling the apartment as Virginia turned on the stereo. It was the final touch of unreality to Laura, and she stroked her tingling breasts, wondering if it was all a dream. To the numb, shattered young blonde, it seemed as if a hellish eternity had passed since the moment her hideous date had stripped naked before her and raped her, crudely leaving a twenty-dollar bill in her hand when he was finished.
Looking back now, Laura had to suppress a hysterical giggle when she remembered how shamed and crushed she felt at that moment, thinking the world had come to an end. How could she know that brutal assault was only a gentle prelude to a violent orgy that culminated in her wanton, shameless surrender to the rape of her mouth? She knew with suffocating remorse she hadn't just consented to being fucked in the mouth, she'd wallowed in the vile act, pretending her lips were a hotly sucking vagina, thrashing her head forward on his driving penis in her lust to gorge herself on his spurting semen....
The dazed blonde moaned and stirred slightly, her mouth and thighs and anus aching all at once from the long, torrid night. Was it that she had nurtured the secret fantasy that her tongue was a hot prick as she begged Virginia to let her commit that horrible perversion on her pussy?
Oh God, she thought miserably, what have I done? I fucked a woman with my tongue tonight! And licked her asshole and committed a thousand sins in my mind all the time....
Laura groped on her bedside table and found the half-filled glass of gin. She gulped it down in one swallow, muffling her cough in her hand for fear Virginia would hear she was awake, and would return to tempt her. It seemed insane to Laura that all her life she'd guarded the sanctity of her vagina fiercely, surrendering only to her husband, denying temptation night after night to end up like this, a lust-crazed victim of her own making. Why did she melt at the mere touch of a sexy woman or an exposed, swollen prick? Why hadn't the depraved bitch who always concealed herself cunningly in the darkest recesses of her mind shown her lewd, contorted face before tonight?
She'd shown her face and her true nature with obscene vividness in the pictures, wild-eyed, wet-lipped, her pink tongue slobbering greedily on Virginia's hairy crotch and her ripe lips glistening on Bob's inflated cock. She was humbly grateful at least that the camera hadn't captured her shocking thoughts on film as well as her sex-maddened face and body. The memory of the pictures made Laura squirm in her bed now with a mixture of hot, eerie desire and painful humiliation, reminding her she was trapped, a cowering slave whose freedom depended on the whim of a beautiful, hypnotic seducer and a sadistic rapist.
She knew she shouldn't believe Virginia but she knew, too, with sickening awareness that she had no choice. Nothing in the world could provoke her to disobey Virginia or Bob as long as they held the pictures, as long as the terrifying threat of exposing her naked lust to her parents existed. Just one more night of obscenity, one final orgy of passion and Laura would be free. She winced as she heard the skeptically harsh laugh in her own mind, telling her what she didn't dare face, and the exhausted blonde clung fervently to the last, teetering hope that Virginia would let her go afterwards, would give her the pictures and kiss her tenderly good-bye, letting the whole sordid nightmare slip away into oblivion....
As for the party, Laura was convinced after the past, nerve-shattering few hours that nothing could be more perverted and shameful than what had already taken place so swiftly, torturous acts that still clawed at her sanity as she felt the void of sleep caressing her soft, tingling body. What could be more depraved and sinful than the three violent acts she'd been forced-and cunningly persuaded-to perform already?
She had just enough innocence left to wonder about that as she plummeted into blissful unconsciousness.
CHAPTER SIX
The afternoon sun was streaming through her bedroom windows as Laura slowly returned to reality, her sleep-numbed mind crying out in reluctance. She blinked her eyes cautiously, aware first of a strange soreness in her tender vagina, and with a rush the wild events of the night before flooded her mind in seconds, telling her with brutal impact her world had changed forever. She got numbly out of bed and padded over to the full-length mirror on the closet door, childishly afraid to look at her own image but compelled by the morbid fear that her obscenity showed, like the classic painting of Dorian Grey. She approached the mirror trembling, with timid steps that brought her closer by inches until a deep sigh of relief shook her succulent breasts. But the relief lasted only long enough for a close examination:
She'd changed, drastically.
The difference was almost subtle at first, then stark as Laura swept her luminous green eyes from her face to her lush breasts to her plump, golden thighs. Her breasts were heavier, their dusky tips more gross, almost bloated, she saw with alarm. Her hips too seemed more voluptuous, their soft curves rounder, more seductive, and the tawny skin of her thighs glowed; she stroked her fingertips over the hot flesh, marveling at the vibrant feel, as if some inner dynamo had begun humming and burning in her body, giving her an aura of heavy sensuality. But it was her face that both frightened and thrilled her.
Her lips were far heavier, almost lewd with a suggestion of pouting, and her eyes shone back at her with a fiery light she'd never seen before. She tried staring into them and discovered with a twinge of fear she couldn't, that something fierce and violent had stared her down mockingly. And she became aware with a sudden shock that her fingers were rubbing her golden pussy hair in a lewd caress while she'd tried gazing into her smoldering eyes. Her pulse racing with fear, Laura turned from the mirror and put her robe on, starting for the bathroom. It was four in the afternoon but Virginia's bedroom door was still shut. Laura pressed her ear to the door, her heart thumping wildly as she thought of the thick stack of pictures. Could she slip quietly into her roommate's bedroom and find them while she slept, then frantically pack and flee?
But common sense quickly dispelled the desperate idea. Bob would undoubtedly have them, safely locked away somewhere. Laura went into the bathroom, still trembling from the boldness of the idea, and started drawing a scalding hot bath. While the tub filled, she darted glances at herself in the mirror, wondering if she'd really changed that much or whether it was her imagination, distorted after her wanton orgy the night before. Did she really reek with sexiness now, or did she simply feel differently about herself?
She slipped into the steaming water with a sigh and lay with her eyes closed for a few minutes before soaping herself down. In spite of her brutal introduction to depravity the night before, in spite of the ominous threat hanging over her, regardless of the sudden drastic turn her simple life had taken in the course of one terrifying night, the silky blonde felt an impending sense of tremendous excitement, not just over the forthcoming party-she looked forward to that with deep apprehension-but over some indefinable premonition that tonight, everything would somehow be resolved once and for all. The flash of intuition gave her a sense of assurance, promised her that all the confusing, shattering events that had jolted her thus far would lead to a single goal, like the bewildering pieces of a complex jigsaw puzzle finally locking into place. When she stubbornly tried to analyze the thought-feeling, it slipped deviously away, like a coy, laughing nymph, and left her once more apprehensive and confused.
She lathered soap over her tingling breasts, shivering as her still-jangled nerves retaliated by sparking a faint throb in her loins. She realized with astonishment that she'd never been to a party in her whole life, that tonight would be her first.
It would also be her most unforgettable.
* * *
Again, Virginia helped Laura dress and put on her makeup, fussing over the honeyed blonde with the pride of someone who'd discovered a rare jewel and wanted to polish it to a gleaming luster. But unlike last time, Virginia's caressing fingers were bold and hotly probing, cupping and squeezing Laura's succulent breasts as she stood behind her in front of the mirror, deliberately squirming her yearning pussy mound to the girl's sensitive ass-cheeks and tracing delicate patterns on her neck and shoulders with her burning tongue-tip. Helpless after their stormy union the night before, Laura could only moan softly and tremble in the other woman's arms.
"You'll be the belle of the ball," Virginia chuckled in her ear, pressing her palm to Laura's warm soft loins. She'd have the girl primed like a detonating fuse by the time they got to the party, and she would have to be, considering the selection of jaded customers Bob had invited. They would flip over a radiant, luscious find like this and wouldn't quibble about the exorbitant fees she and Bob were charging. Laura looked stunningly desirable in her low-cut dress, her long blonde hair shimmering softly, her green eyes glowing, her high-mounded breasts eminently alluring, her cute buttocks rippling in lewd invitation as she walked across the room for Virginia's inspection.
"Christ, you're turning me on so much, I'm tempted to keep you all to myself," Virginia laughed half-seriously, realizing she'd aroused herself as much as the wild-eyed blonde. Although it was strictly against her policy to make it with anyone at a party except paying customers, already she was wondering if she'd be able to slip into a corner with Laura tonight and finger-fuck her while she gratified herself the same way, her favorite quickie. She sighed, knowing her new recruit wouldn't have a spare moment, not with that lovely face and voluptuous body, and glancing at her watch now, she decided a quickie would be out of the question here, too. She compromised by embracing Laura with a long, torrid kiss, snaking her tongue hotly into the young blonde's sweet mouth in a lewd French kiss, hearing the girl whimper with hunger and feeling her melt like butter in her arms.
"You will give me the pictures back afterwards, won't you, Virginia?" Laura begged anxiously, tearing her lips away.
"Of course, ' angel-pussy," Virginia said solemnly. "I want you to drink with the customers and mix-"
"Customers?" Laura asked quickly, baffled. "I thought it was a party, but sort of a wild one...."
She still hadn't caught on, Virginia realized, but, of course, all that would be taken care of soon enough. Even her own innocence when she'd been broken in by mass rape ten years before hadn't been as devastating as Laura's was going to be tonight.
"Bob's customers," she explained, "public relations clients. Let's get going, honey. It's time for your debut," she added dryly, taking Laura's arm and guiding her toward the door, "and I promise you, you'll treasure the thrilling memory for years to come...."
* * *
The moment they set foot in Bob's apartment, up one flight, Laura felt a wave of dizzying relief. She didn't know what to expect and had been braced for the worst, but in a glance she saw the dozen or so people looked perfectly normal, laughing, chatting, holding drinks while jazz boomed from the stereo. It was only nine o'clock, but surely it couldn't degenerate that much in a few hours. Virginia held her arm caressingly as she introduced the uneasy blonde to various people, most of them men in their thirties and forties, very prosperous looking and polite. They looked like lawyers and doctors-one of them was a plastic surgeon, she discovered, and only later did she find out his specialty was elongating and thickening penises-and businessmen, but there were four other girls there besides herself. The men fawned over Laura, but charmingly so that her relief became exhilarating. It seemed like one of those gay social whirls Laura had read about in the San Francisco papers, and she couldn't understand why she'd been so panic-stricken earlier. She sipped her first martini while Virginia left her with the plastic surgeon, half-listening to his polite talk while she studied the other girls curiously.
They were all older than herself, in their early twenties, and to her humility, dressed expensively so that she felt like a hick in her simple, tight-fitting dress. They looked for the most part like secretaries, although one had a coarse face which was offset by a strikingly high-breasted, long-legged body. Everyone seemed to glitter with gaiety, and Laura practically gulped her second martini with relief. She answered the surgeon's polite questions shyly, feeling a little uneasy at the way he kept raking her soft body over with Ins blatantly hungry eyes, but so far no one had touched her or even spoken a vulgar word.
Another, florid-faced man introduced as Phil hovered around her constantly too, and there was something harsh in his face that reminded Laura of Carl Fraser, her rapist the night before. Still, everything seemed normal, even elegant, as people milled around, gulping drinks and laughing.
Then after about an hour, Bob held up his drink in the center of the room, and announced in a loud, exuberant voice:
"Okay, gang-it's ten o'clock: The door is locked, no one else gets in and the latecomers are screwed. You know what that means Swing!"
There was a sudden outburst of comments and a couple of whoops, and with a shock Laura saw one of the girls calmly place her drink on the floor and unzip her dress, quickly slipping out of it to reveal that she was stark naked underneath. The blonde felt a heavy hand squeeze one of her ass-cheeks, and then Phil's coarse face was leering down at her, inches away.
"Take it off, baby," he said thickly. "Kee-rist, I've got to see that ass. I've had a hard-on from the moment I saw you, a whopper that'll make you crawl up the wall with pure happiness!"
"Now just a minute, Phil," the surgeon said firmly, "I saw her first. You bullied your way into that fat-titted brunette last week in the same goddamn way. This time, you get seconds, boy."
Laura blinked her eyes from one to the other, still not comprehending, but her blood began to pound with fear. The hand on her buttocks was cruelly squeezing, as if testing her supple flesh. Glancing around wildly as the two men argued over her, she saw the others undressing, girls and men alike, a milling crush of hairy bodies and softly curved, smooth-skinned ones, hard, pulsing red pricks and curly pubic hair, broad and skinny chests and small breasts and large, pear-shaped mounds. She saw with sickening significance one slender, satiny girl sink to the carpet beneath a naked man, her thighs spreading wide as he buried his mouth ravenously to her tiny pink cunt, the girl's hips rising quickly in the air in a violent jerk as her legs wrapped firmly up around his back.
And the surgeon and Phil continued a running argument as they took their clothes off before her, moving casually. Breathless with panic, Laura looked at the door, wondering if she could run for it in the confusion of obscenity before she remembered the pictures. There was no way out as the men tossed aside their undershorts, and both of them revealed their heavy, blood-hardened erections. The surgeon's cock was a mammoth, throbbing rod that horrified her, even larger than Carl's, its crimson head gorged with blood, Phil's cock shorter but thicker like a stubby, flesh-colored salami. Still Laura hesitated, her mind whirling with liquor, her knees trembling with dread as they discussed her impersonally, like a rump sirloin in a meat market.
"Let's do it this way, then," Phil said, waving his drink, "I'll fuck her dog-fashion to prime her for that monstrous dick of yours first, then you can tear her hot little pussy apart, and if she survives that,-we'll both take her at the same time. In the meantime if you can't find any loose action, she can blow you while I let her have it-provided she doesn't choke on that synthetic battering ram you built up. Howzat?"
The surgeon sighed with resignation, his eyes on Laura's tawny thighs. "You did it again, you bastard. I'll grab that overstuffed chair before anyone else. Bring her over."
"Why in the hell aren't you stripping?" Phil said impatiently to the shivering blonde as the surgeon threaded Ms way through couples fucking and moaning on the floor, stepping over a thrashing pair immersed in a lewd sixty-nine. Laura didn't hear him-she was gaping in horror at the chaotic scene around her, her eyes freezing on the obscene spectacle of a man assaulting the silken round cheeks of the hapless woman beneath him who writhed and shuddered as his rigid prick drove brutally into her helpless anus with relentless animal fervor. There was an air of vibrant lust in the room, an electrifying tension that was heightened by the sounds of moaning and panting, naked bellies slapping furiously and hissed comments of pure unadulterated lust. She spotted Virginia sitting on a man's face while she crouched down and furiously lashed her tongue on the glistening knob of his long thick cock, her hand stroking the blood-engorged rod with rhythmic power. To Laura's widened eyes, appalled at the first ( real orgy she'd ever seen, it was a scene from hell, the death of everything tender and romantic she'd ever secretly cherished.
She felt her wrist being tugged painfully and brought her focus back to the angry face looming over hers.
"Hey, dammit-Strip! Are you drunk or something?"
"No," Laura whispered, wishing desperately she were, and she quickly handed him her empty glass. "I'll undress while you get me a drink."
"Well, hurry," he muttered, and she watched his muscled ass-cheeks weaving through jerking bodies as she reached for her zipper with shaking fingers. But, as she slipped out of her dress and left it on the floor where everyone's clothes lay tossed aside in their impatience, the now-familiar undercurrent of insatiable hunger that had been triggered so powerfully last night rippled through her silken body, flushing her skin and making her cunt begin its hot sucking pulsation. It came with her realization that there was no escape from the men who desired her luscious body and would ravage her anyway, from the shameful knowledge that, deep down, she furiously craved the adventures in torrid sex she'd denied herself so hysterically for more than a year, from the sharp awareness that her glowing, healthy young body demanded its overpayment and much, much more after its year of tortured starvation.
Laura was naked when Phil returned with her drink, and she felt a wave of pride as he paused before her with bulging eyes and pursed lips, his desire-stiffened cock visibly surging as he drank her honeyed curves in.
"Kee-rist," he grunted, "you're all juicy tits and pussy! Here, drink this fast and let's get at it before someone tries to horn in on my luck."
Her fear and shame began rapidly dropping away as she raised the glass to her lips and tossed it down her throat, wincing at the jarring impact of the liquor, her mind beginning to spin as Phil guided her across the room with his hand gripping her plump ass lustfully. They stepped around one couple who'd already finished their first bout, and Laura caught the glazed look of depravity on the girl's face when she gazed up at Laura's curly golden crotch, the look of twisted hunger.
"Come back when you're finished," the man called after her drunkenly, "and we'll both give you the time of your life, Goldilocks."
True to his word, the plastic surgeon sat in an overstuffed chair with a drink, his massive penis hovering out incongruously from his slender build. Phil placed Laura beside the chair, facing it, his fingers hefting her sensuous mounds as he told her, "Just bend over the arm of the chair, baby, with your hot ass spread out and your face in the doctor's lap. Mmmmm, are you gonna get a loving tonight."
Trembling with both fear and an uncontrollable excitement for the unknown, Laura bent over so that her belly was resting over the arm and her buttocks jutting lewdly out behind her. Her breasts dangled voluptuously on the surgeon's outer thigh and she had to place her hands on the opposite arm of the chair for support. Inches from her mouth shone the huge purple knob of the surgeon's grossly swollen penis. She felt her lips tingle and her mouth salivate as she recalled the thrilling rape of her mouth the night before, the burning fleshy feel of a turgid cock stuffing her narrow throat and the final obscene joy of thick sperm spattering down her throat. An instant later she heard a spitting sound, then Phil's hand was rubbing his saliva over her nakedly exposed pussy flesh with rough fingers, and the blonde shivered with fear. Yet the sheer bestiality of the gesture, the knowledge that he was moistening her pussy so she could be fucked from behind like an animal thrilled her in some eerie way. She felt totally helpless, faint with slave-like humility, and the sensation was strangely blissful.
Laura held her breath as Phil's fingers grabbed her soft ass-cheeks and spread them with brutal pressure, and, for one terrifying moment, she thought he was going to actually penetrate her anus. Vaguely, she remembered he'd said they would both take her at the same time, but she didn't quite understand how. But, before she had time to think about it, a sudden burning pressure at the lips of her warmly palpitating pussy made her whimper with eagerness. Then, as the lust-inflamed rod of flesh wormed its way rapidly up into her yielding vagina, spreading her tender walls wide and searing her loins with wild jolts of pleasure, Laura shuddered and slammed her hips back to clasp the thick penis fiercely in her silken cunt, flexing her walls on its hardness with deep lascivious groans of happiness.
"Oooooh, you tight hot pussy!" Phil gasped behind her, stroking her voluptuously flaring hips in his powerful hands. "Mmmmm, I could fuck this all night, oh wow!"
Her lips still poised uncertainly above the surgeon's gigantic shaft, Laura squirmed her bursting cunt gently on Phil's stationary rod, blissful waves of excitement shooting through her loins. Without understanding why, she felt a sudden intense happiness, as if she belonged in this lewd place with its mass of rolling nakedly thrashing bodies and sharp cries of depravity, its wild aura of hot, utterly wanton sex. The inexperienced young blonde felt as if it were perfectly logical and proper to be hunched over the arm of a chair while a complete stranger rammed his lust-bloated cock deep into her tingling pussy and grunted vulgar praise as he fucked her dog fashion while she stared with spine-tingling excitement at the longest thickest cock she'd ever seen, knowing she would soon have to plunge it in her mouth, praying he would shoot his fiery gush of cream quickly into her aching throat.
It was all perfect, every shocking, thrilling detail, all planned by some masterly unseen hand. It was gloriously beautiful in its obscenity and sin, like a paradise she'd never expected to enter, but she felt to the core of her soul she belonged here, and every fierce ounce of resistance she fought it with was wasted, a tiny breath in a hurricane of magnificent lust.
At that moment, Laura shuddered with complete humbleness to her shrouded destiny, bowed with frantic joy to her devious path, and, with a sob of gratitude, opened her lips wide and seized the mammoth penis beneath, almost choking on its unnaturally thick mass in her frenzied hunger. Simultaneously, the hotly throbbing shaft in her clasping pussy slit drew back with delicious friction and began lunging to a rhythmic tempo, stroking in her tight fiery cunt like a boiling piston, sending shudders of rapture racing through Laura's aching loins.
Moaning deeply in her growing abandon, the feverish blonde clutched the trunk of the surgeon's colossal hardness in her hand and began jerking its swollen flesh rapidly, at the same time thrashing her hips backward as Phil's blunt, bulbous cock-head began to batter her cuntal flesh mercilessly, his momentum increasing with his loud groans.
"God, what a-unh-fuck!" he panted, his thumb exploring her rubbery little anus, "Tighter 'n a cherry! Ooooh, that's good!"
The blood sang in Laura's ears as she gloried in the dual sensations of being fucked in the mouth and vagina at the same time. She did like it! Oh God, how she liked it! She slid her lips faster and harder on the lewdly impaling rod in her mouth, deliberately punishing the back of her throat with the surgeon's hard rubbery crown, her free hand fumbling at his hair-covered loins to find his scrotum so she could squeeze his testicles and fire him to a climax between her pinkly ovaled lips. The surgeon had gripped her dangling breasts in his meaty hands and now rubbed and pinched and bounced the tawny flesh in his fingers while Laura tried feverishly to ram his entire swollen member into her mouth with blissfully painful results. And, all the while, her passion soared to delirious heights with her total surrender as she swung her buttocks urgently up and down, then from side to side to vary the pressure of Phil's hard-pumping shaft against her fiery cuntal walls. But even those bursting waves of excitement were unable to cope with her rising lust. She wished it were the surgeon's larger member battering her fiercely tingling cunt instead of her mouth, and the thought prodded her to jerk her ass-cheeks back savagely to grip Phil's quivering rod to the hilt, her pussy-lips grinding against his hairy loins for a moment as she squeezed her slippery walls on his lust-hardened flesh to kindle molten ripples of ecstasy through her thoroughly aroused cunt.
"Hot-damn!" Phil panted beneath the assault of writhing, madly clasping vaginal wetness. "What an animal! Ummm! Baby-you were born to fuck!"
His words acted like a catalyst in Laura's fevered mind, and she felt a blazing moment of truth that flooded her wildly trembling body with freedom and sheer exultation. She wriggled her fiery cunt in a new frenzy on his pistoning cock and, at the same moment, rammed her mouth down with convulsive desire on the surgeon's immense prick and pumped his cum-bloated balls joyously in her hand, rewarded with a violent hot surge of power.
Yes, yes, yes, she sang in her mind, that's it! I was born for exactly this, born to fuck! All my life I ran away from the truth, but now I know, I know!
Her flash of awareness fired an explosive orgasm in her loins and the thrashing moaning blonde tried desperately and futilely at the same time to suck the burning libations from both of the wildly quivering penises that impaled her helpless body as the burning rapture spread from her hotly spewing cuntal depths to sweep over her quaking body in deliciously tormenting currents. Every vivid detail stung her whirling mind at her moment of truth and hundreds of blissful impressions assailed her new consciousness at once-the strong odor of cologne and male perspiration from the loins beneath her face; the harmless and yet wonderfully exciting feel of the doctor's semen-inflated balls cradled in her palm; the sharp, almost excruciating pleasure he inflicted on her swollen breasts and nipples while she tried to devour his impossibly huge cock to the hilt, gagging with lewd joy in the process and the acute, deeply exciting friction in her lewdly skewered cuntal slit as Laura rode her pussy-flesh on Phil's bursting cock with ecstatic fury. She was loving the feel of his soft hairy balls slapping her warmly seeping pussy, and his fingers digging harshly into her shuddering ass-cheeks, her whimpers mingling with their panting male grunts. And her new awareness welcomed the chorus of moans and reveling cries in the crowded, dimly-lit living room, a background symphony of lust that reminded her that new sexual adventures were almost within arm's reach once she'd sated her fiery cunt and lips on her two violators-a thrilling variety of gorged penises and young succulent vaginas she yearned to explore, hairy male loins she could humbly fondle and lick with that wonderful slave-like feeling of faintness and the soft slippery young pussies she could masturbate and tongue-fuck with her new sense of exhilarating wantonness.
Her entire trembling young body by now felt like one raw, electrifying nerve-end that craved any shattering new sensation, painful or thrilling, brutally punishing or deeply gratifying, just so long as it evoked the feeling of sexual aliveness after the rigid tedious years of her dull life.
"Ah, you starving little vixen," the surgeon crooned when Laura drew her lips back to sink her teeth gently into his hammering knob and swirl her tongue around and around its hot-blooded hardness, her hand still imploring his cum with rapid strokes on his massive shaft. The urge to wrench her buttocks from Phil's control and slam her pussy down on the doctor's monstrous cock, to feel it tearing her vaginal walls and battering her cervix, assailed her delirious mind, but, at that moment, a jarrring fresh experience tore through her anal passage as Phil unexpectedly plunged his thumb deep and hard into her unprotected little anus. Laura instantly screamed in her throat and clamped on the harsh invader with her sphincter muscles in an automatic reflex, her cunt muscles contracting in turn. But the painful burning pressure intensified as Phil wriggled the thumb in her tight nether passage and stroked his rod savagely at the same time into her drenched, bliss-torn cunt, the doubled friction almost more than the young blonde could endure.
Now all three sensitive orifices in her body were pierced, and Laura felt joyously helpless, ripples of pleasure and pain jolting through her tawny hot body. Quickly, without even thinking about it or trying to conceal it, Laura jerked her fingers from the surgeon's balls and wedged them between her belly and the arm of the chair, groping in a delirium for her clitoris. She found the sensitively quivering bud with a fingertip and rubbed it urgently to make her soft body throb with a new crescendo of ecstasy, whipping her head from side to side and whimpering around the doctor's long thick penis, her blonde hair dancing on his lap and her sucking cunt and impaled anus lurching in the opposite direction in a lewd counter-momentum.
Just as the searing wave of another blazing orgasm began to rack her body, Phil abruptly tore Iris thumb and penis out of her pussy and anus at the same shattering second. Laura wailed a protest, muffled by the choking hard shaft in her mouth, and she squirmed her buttocks back frantically to probe for Phil's lust-quenching cock, writhing her voluptuous buttocks in a feverish plea.
Then she felt something hot and hard and rubbery pressing against her tiny anus, only a tentative nudge, but she whimpered with relief. Already she'd thrust two of her own fingers deep into her hungering pussy and lunged on that while the rough hands behind her spread her trembling ass-cheeks apart. The throbbing hot pressure on her anus increased only a fraction for a moment, and then an agonizing bolt of fire tore through her buttocks in a sheet of flaming pain so shatteringly intense that her breath was forced from her lungs and her mind staggered in shock.
"Agghhhh!" Phil grunted happily behind her, holding his aching cock steady in her wildly protesting anus while she squirmed in futile anguish. "Oh yeah, it's juicy-Uhhh, hot, hot, what an ass-fuck this is gonna be! Easy, blondie, I haven't even-ahhhh-begun yet...."
Still breathless beneath the fiery pain, Laura jerked her mouth away from the massive cock beneath her and tried to scream as the painfully throbbing mass in her tiny rectal passage shot currents of pure white-hot agony through her buttocks that spread to every jarring nerve in her lush amber body. A feeble sob gurgled from her throat, and, in desperation, she began to claw the surgeon's hard belly with her fingernails, knowing that each spasm of her anus as it contracted in pain only increased the torture, but unable to control her convulsive attempts to escape the bursting invader.
"Hey, take it easy on her, Phil," Laura dimly heard the surgeon say, "she acts like a cherry back there." She .felt her raking hands being firmly grabbed by him, and, in a frenzy to vent her anguish, she slammed her mouth down to his belly and sank her teeth into the flesh, hearing his gasp of pain with only a shred of solace. She felt as if her loins were being ripped in two by a red-hot smoldering poker, but, to her horror, she discovered that punishment was only a prelude. Suddenly, Phil drew back until only his blood-swollen cock-head pulsed in her boiling rectum. And then he pistoned forward with brutal force until his heavy rod of flesh was sunk to the hilt between her helplessly clenching buttocks, exploding new sheets of fire in her tiny anal ring.
For a long stunned moment, Laura's stinging body hovered and shook with her plump ass shuddering against his crotch, and then, blissfully, she fainted.
* * *
There was a vast, ornate mirror on Bob's living room wall that most of the party-goers usually neglected, but which Virginia always took advantage of. And, tonight, as soon as she'd paired off with a customer-a beefy real estate man with an adequate, if not spectacular, penis-she pulled a chair over to face the mirror, which went almost to the base board and sat astride her partner's lap. In this position, she was not only in control of the fucking, but could see herself lunging on his cock while she caressed her huge, creamy white breasts with one hand and masturbated her clitoris with the other.
Tonight the sleek brunette swinger was in superb form as she twined her ankles around her grunting customer's waist and slid down on his primed rod with her eager succulent cunt, beginning her strenuous routine with a dazzling series of gyrations, her buttocks rotating in wide circles at first, then switching abruptly to a sharp back-and-forth jerking, then a side-to-side shimmying that left her dazed partner gasping obscene praise in her ear as her burning slit hugged and shuddered and thrilled him. All during her feverish performance, Virginia's glittering eyes never left her own ripe body, loving the way her taut-nippled mounds bounced and swayed in time to her sensuous sex-dance, watching his thick hardness glisten with her cunt-juice as she swallowed it in her depths and then rode up the fleshy trunk, pulling her belly back so she could clearly see herself rubbing her pink gorged clit. She secretly thought she looked like a goddess of lust, especially when her long flowing black hair whipped behind her head and she thrust her milky globes out with pride, riding his hot prick like a saddle of ecstasy.
But tonight, something was severely wrong.
Each time she brought her gasping customer to the point of his climax, which she always sensed from the sudden hardening vibrations h a cock, she quickly slowed her undulating hips down and eased the pressure of her vaginal w; lis to relax him and thus prolong her own pleasure until she felt like surrendering her expert control to glory in her own ultimately wild orgasm.
But tonight the pleasure was feeble, and, :he harder she clasped his thickly quivering member in her slit, the more frantic her clit-strol ing became, the less her own lustful sensations, until her voluptuous, madly jerking body was covered with a sheen of perspiration and her breasts heaved violently. To keep her partner from cumming indefinitely, she used another favorite trick, seizing the base of his rod in a fierce grip between thumb and forefinger to cut off or dull his sensations. And, the harder she strove for thrills, the more elusive they became, until her pleasure receded beneath a furious exertion that was exhausting herself and her protesting customer.
"Let go of my cock," he gasped in her ear, trying to jerk her hand from it as she clung savagely, "Jesus-ooooh!-You're cutting off the circulation baby-Aaaaguhh!-I'm getting gangrene!"
At last she released him and his gushing sperm flooded her violently sucking pussy in seconds, leaving her loins dripping and her blood seething with unexplained frustration. Panting furiously, Virginia dismounted him and quickly got herself a drink of straight gin, tossing it down, then refilling her glass. She brought it back over to the mirror, relieved that her customer had wandered off, her fingers trembling as she raised the glass to her lips again, staring at her sultry image in the mirror.
She felt no more, after the torrid fucking session, than a bitter emptiness and heavy fatigue, as if she'd had a muscle-shattering workout at a gym. The realization dawned in her dark brooding eyes as she watched them smolder back at her, and the image became hazy as her eyes brimmed with tears. It was the first time she'd cried in ten years, the first time a genuine emotion had pierced the icy barrier in her mind, and, for a moment, her self-pity threatened to wash the barrier away completely, until she replaced it with fury.
She'd approached her saturation-point, years too soon. From now on, if she could believe her retired teacher, it would be a downhill journey all the way as she tried every possible perversion to recapture the fading thrills, to chase the nonexistent orgasms.
Shaking with rage, Virginia tossed her drink at the mirror and watched her proud-breasted, long-legged image become distorted like a dream. Then she whirled on her heel and her eyes darted around the room until she spotted one of her girls lolling back on the carpet with a freshly lit cigarette, her pear-shaped mounds panting with fatigue as her limply hung partner turned away from her to sag back on the floor.
Virginia strode rapidly over to the girl and reached down to clutch her wrist. Without a word, she pulled the startled girl up and half-dragged her across the room, over to the mirror. Still seizing her wrist in a savage grip. Virginia sat on the chair and spread her thighs wide, pushing her soaked valley forward.
"Go down on me," Virginia commanded in a brutal voice.
The girl stared at her, frightened by the sudden violence in her employer's face. When she hesitated, Virginia twisted her wrist so fiercely that the young brunette howled, then hurried to kneel between the cream-white thighs, slavishly mewling as she pushed her thrust-out tongue at the pink lips, trembling with fear as she began to lap fervently at the steaming flesh.
"Faster," Virginia hissed, "suck it, dammit! Eat, eat, eat, you little bitch, do it the way I taught you!"
The sniffling girl began to suck furiously at her employer's burning crevice as Virginia gripped the brunette's head in her hands and slammed her face to her hungering pussy with a groan of rage. In the mirror. Virginia saw only two mottled images in the soiled glass, but she knew with a dreadful sinking in her stomach it didn't matter whether she could see herself or not.
She felt a faint tickling in her cunt and nothing more.
* * *
When Laura regained consciousness-she'd only fainted for a couple of seconds-she was first aware of the blazing, vividly throbbing pain still shooting through her skewered anus in molten waves, and then she blinked into the surgeon's face, six inches away. He held her head on level with his, grasping her chin in his hand and watching her calmly while he still cupped one of her silky breasts, pulling her dusky nipple gently.
"There, there, my dear," he slurred with a rubbery smile, "you'll be all right. You're simply being violated in the rectum-fucked in the ass, the peasants call it. You'll grow to love it, I assure you."
Laura realized he was drunk, but her lips could only issue soft whining sounds as Phil's blood-engorged rod continued to plow into her narrow nether opening with relentless pressure. She'd never felt such intense pain in her life, far different from the gentle anguish of his thumb and the lascivious, thrilling tingles of Virginia's wet tongue the night before. She tried to keep her ass-cheeks perfectly motionless but it was impossible not to contract her anus each time he drove deep into her burning slot, and simultaneously slapped her buttocks with panting glee.
"Now see here," the surgeon said to Phil while he held Laura's chin and rolled her aching nipple-bud in his deft fingers, "we made a deal, buddy, so you just ease her down onto the floor so I can dally with her juicy little cunt."
"Oh Christ, now you remind me," Phil groaned, pausing in his stroking with half his turgid cock piercing her raging hot rectum. He leaned down over Laura's back to grasp her armpits and she felt herself slowly being lifted upright while he crouched slightly to keep her ass-cheeks tightly skewered. The nerve-racking pressure eased slightly as he held her up by his powerful arms.
"We're gonna go down to a sitting position," Phil rasped in her ear, "so I want you to squat when I squat. I could take it out and put it back in, but oh baby, I don't want to miss a second of your luscious ass-hole."
The suffering blonde felt herself being carried back a few steps and then he was easing both their bodies cautiously down, Laura's legs folding to a squat inside his thighs, the acute agony in her buttocks lessening rapidly as she grew more accustomed to the pokerlike intrusion. Phil thumped down heavily on the floor with a grunt, pulling Laura down on top of him as he lay back with a deep sigh, his hands rushing to clutch her tawny desire-swollen breasts, his prick once more crushing her rectum to the hilt.
"Squirm all you like now, blondie," he chuckled, snaking his tongue in her ear to give a soft thrill of delight in stark contrast to the searing battering ram between her ass-cheeks. The first faint tingle of pleasure began to ease the hot pain as Laura writhed very gently, testing her agony with sobs and discovering that, just as Virginia's hot lashing tongue had brought her sensitive anus a lascivious joy, it might be possible to feel the same lewd rapture once her rectum became familiarized with the gross difference in size. Then she saw the slender surgeon looming high above her, his eyes burning on her parted cunt-lips, his penis more grotesque than ever as it poised obscenely and unnaturally huge against his small frame.
Laura's earlier lust, caused by the wildly thrilling penetration of her eager pussy and greedily sucking mouth at the same time, had been temporarily lost during the excruciating rape of her anus. Now, the prospect of being pierced by that enormous cock sent a shiver of alarm through her, and her tight pussy automatically contracted as if it could prevent such a brutal entry. It was one thing to fantasize about being torn in two while she was madly aroused, but it was quite another to see his glistening mammoth pole hovering in readiness. She dug her heels into the carpet and slid back in a panicky reflex and instantly a soft scream of pain rolled from her lips as the long thick shaft already deep inside her raw asshole throbbed and swelled even larger.
"Ahhh, do that some more," Phil urged, rocking from side to side beneath his tawny trembling girl to intensify her pain. His fingers crushed her satiny breasts together and his tongue lapped coarsely at the smooth white flesh of her shoulder while Laura held her breath and the doctor knelt between both their splayed legs and gently rubbed his fingers on her pulsing cunt-flesh, spreading her juices over the slit liberally, then transferring the wetness to the crown of his gigantic dick.
"Whoever thought the gates of paradise would be so tender and juicy," he chuckled softly. He knelt forward over Laura's helplessly splayed body, easing his weight down on her, and Phil quickly removed his hands from her breasts and slid them down to her plump hips, pummeling the flesh there with lecherous fingers. She stared up at the surgeon's grinning face with wide, apprehensive eyes as he gripped the thick hairy base of his cock in one hand to guide it in. The huge knob rotated against her hot flesh for a few moments, moistening further, sending shudders of panic and yet undeniable sexual hunger racing through the moaning young blonde.
And then, with a gentle thrust of the doctor's pelvis, he wormed the huge bloated head of his cock into her trembling cunt with a long, satisfied groan and a tenderness that surprised and delighted Laura. She sucked in her breath and spread her thighs wider, placing her fingers delicately on his small buttocks. He pulled back an inch and then lunged again, his thick blood-bloated member forcing her slippery cuntal walls savagely aside, this time evoking a sharp cry of torment from the shaking girl.
"Oh my my," he said hoarsely, "this is going to be a magnificent operation, one of my finest, I think. The elasticity of the vagina," he lectured Laura as he leered close to her face, holding still as his pounding hardness gorged and hummed in her violently tingling cunt. "An anatomical marvel, my dear. I could manage to insert a grapefruit in your luscious little pussy and you would ultimately grow to love it. But, oooh, you've got a hot little animal down there, mmmmm...."
"Start fucking her, doc," Phil groaned beneath Laura. "Put the pressure on so she'll swing her ass, will you?"
Instead, the plastic surgeon craned his head down so he could suck on one of Laura's ripe breasts, biting the fat nipple-bud gently to make her groan-with desire. But it was only a thirty-second respite and then he was thrusting his hips again, ramming his immense prick deeper into her throbbing slit, each lunge triggering sharp stabs of both pain and pleasure in her narrow pussy.
By now the intense bursting pressure in the girl's stinging ass-hole had become a dull ache mingled with a peculiar wave of excitement as both burning cocks began to gorge her with shattering fullness, as Laura spread her drawn-up legs even wider and made hissing sounds of lust. Only a thin membrane separated the two hotly pulsing male members, and, with each grind of the doctor's pelvis, she contracted hfcr cunt and anal muscles simultaneously, yielding more of both channels to both men. The burning ripples of bliss were growing wilder as her pain became fused with her pleasure, and then began to fade under the breath-taking power of the surgeon's thickly pumping shaft. Her silken cunt-flesh opened wider and began to suck loudly each time he drew back and her groans of excitement became sharper as his massive hardness created an intensely delicious friction in her walls. Her passion had begun to erupt swiftly and violently once more as the jolting currents in her lust-heated pussy spread quickly to her skewered rectum, until she began to crave more of the tearing, battering fullness in both tunnels and began to rock and grind between the two crushing bodies with feverish eagerness.
"Fuck me," she sobbed, slapping the doctor's ass-cheeks in a growing frenzy, "both of you unnnnh!-Fuck me! God, give me all you've got-aaaaagh!-more of your pricks, MORE, MORE!"
Every inch of her honey-soft body was torn by shattering barbs of fire as the gasping surgeon stroked deeper into her fiery cunt, striving for the hilt while the groaning man beneath Laura jerked his hips up powerfully each time the doctor pulled back, so that the explosive bursting in her pussy and anus made her quiver with frantic excitement. She sank her teeth into the doctor's shoulder to inflict tiny savage bites, her hands darting madly from his sweating buttocks back to Phil's lunging hips, clawing each in turn. Her trapped thrashing body felt like a single mass of raw battered flesh, arching and twisting with ecstatic torture as the dual hammering increased in fury and intensity, all three of them now striving to cum.
"Rip me-in two!" Laura raved, her smooth face contorted like a mask of depraved joy, "Fuck me, fuck me, eeeee!-Tear me up! CAN'T STAND IT! I'M ON-unnnnnnh! FIRE, GOD, LOVE IT, LOVE IT, AAAAAGH!"
"C-cummmiing!" the doctor panted above her, squeezing her swollen breasts fiercely in his hands and ramming his quivering cock with all his might into her wildly hugging cunt. "Oooooh, hot insane-oooof!-glory!"
"Christ, I'm right behind you," Phil groaned, never slowing his wild, panting thrusts up between the blonde girl's whitely bucking ass-cheeks.
Laura swiftly wrapped her legs around his waist and was carried up to meet his exploding rod of flesh by the furious lunges of Phil, who was biting the nape of her neck and groaning obscenely behind her as her boiling rectum squirmed convulsively on his lust-thickened erection.
"Yes-yes, yes, God, God, I'm-eeeeee! CUMMING!" Laura wailed, as the doctor's cock suddenly erupted its flaming semen deep in her feverishly clasping pussy, each spurting wave sparking an explosive new torrent of ecstasy in the blonde's desire-crazed loins, her lewdly impaled rectum and vagina now a volcano of furiously grinding bliss. Her shuddering buttocks quickly kindled Phil's climax, and her fiery madly sucking anus slid up and down on his gushing prick with renewed fervor as the hot stream spattered and stung her belly seconds after the blazing gush in her cunt.
"Jesus God, what a ride," Phil groaned, as his body jerked out of control.
A minute later, Laura whined protestingly as she felt the hard flesh in her rippling pussy sag, as the deliciously nerve-shattering pressure in her rectum dwindled to a faint throb in spite of her frantic muscular contractions on both penises.
"No!" she sobbed, clutching at the doctor's hips as he rolled off her soft, twitching body with great heaving gasps and collapsed on the carpet beside her and Phil. Then she felt Phil trying to push her off by the waist, and she slammed her ass down crushingly in a final desperate attempt to stay impaled, to prolong the wonderful torment churning in her bowels, but he lifted her off violently and pushed her aside, his deep groans a counterpoint to the surgeon's gasps and Laura's whimpering pleas.
She lay face down on the carpet, still stunned by the double impact of her orgasm, still flexing her dripping vagina and anus in a delirious attempt to recapture the vivid, tearing joy.
"Jee-zus," she heard Phil exhort, "that was hotter and tighter than anything I've had since I was a kid hustlin' schoolgirls ... Hard to believe she's a hooker. Whew! How about you, doc?"
"Ineffably succulent," he panted, "but she put a few more gray hairs on my bush. Lovely specimen, but a coronary killer...."
Hooker, the satiny trembling blonde thought, that's a whore! They think I'm a whore, a common prostitute like the others....
But she couldn't help feeling a warm thrill of pride at their vulgar praise and the idea that they believed she was a professional fuck. She realized her loins were still surging, still craving the beautiful agonizing pressure in both her tingling openings. Slowly, her breasts heaving voluptuously, she rose from the floor and her eyes darted hungrily around the room. Couples were still locked together in a variety of obscene positions, but she couldn't find a free male, noting that another girl was trapped between the two men the way she'd just been, all three of them rolling lewdly about on the floor. Then she spotted a girl going down on her partner, her lush white ass-cheeks jutting out with her legs folded under her as she sucked his turgid cock to a leisurely rhythm. Laura started toward the girl, her heart beating wildly in her chest as she remembered the eerie delicious taste of Virginia's slippery pink pussy.
Just until a man is free, she promised herself, just a way to kill time. . , She fell to her knees behind the moaning girl and put her hands on her soft hot ass-cheeks, stroking them lovingly, feeling the girl stiffen slightly in surprise, then wriggle her buttocks obscenely in a depraved invitation. With a deep groan of anticipation, the blonde kissed and bit each fully lush cheek in turn before she buried her face in the girl's soft nether crevice, her nose pressed to the tiny puckered anus and her tongue lashing out at the hair-fringed cuntal split beneath, while her fingers hurried to find her own silken, aching pussy....
* * *
Laura was wildly, uninhibitedly drunk. She realized vaguely that it was early morning, remembered dimly offering her lips and tongue and vagina and anus to anyone and everyone, male and female. Her pussy was chafed and raw, her rectum felt as if it had been through an assembly line of gorged, pistoning cocks and her mouth tingled with the aftertaste of thick, pungent male sperm, but still the hammering in her loins continued to ache insatiably with a savage will of its own, like a crazed, vibrant lust-machine that couldn't be turned off. She stepped over one tangle of bodies that had fallen into a drunken sleep, and approached a naked man at the bar as he poured himself a drink. She giggled as she ground her moist crotch to his buttocks and he slowly turned to face heF. It was the surgeon with the grotesquely shaped cock.
"Ah, it's you," he slurred, smiling politely. "I've been watching you tonight, my dear, and I have something to tell you."
"What?" Laura murmured, grasping his limp shaft of penile flesh and hefting its weight in her palm, then rapidly beginning to stroke the softened cock while her glazed eyes watched it hopefully.
"You are that rare, suffering jewel," he announced, raising his glass in a toast, "that remarkable phenomenon that we physicians so rarely encounter in real life-an authentic, relentless nymphomaniac."
"Nymphomaniac?" Laura echoed, tasting the word as she kept jerking his flaccid penis in her eager hand. She raised her shining green eyes to his and her full ripe lips spread in a cunning, wet-lipped smile.
"Well, don't just stand there," she giggled. "You're a doctor-Treat me!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
She sat at her dressing table with a piece of blank paper before her, her full pink lips chewing the top of her pen as she tried to phrase the letter in her mind before putting it down on paper. From time to time she glanced out the huge picture window of her bedroom, at the sparkling lights of the city dwarfing the infinitesimal stars above, then stared at her own image in the mirror before her, still startled and pleased by the subtle change in her face. The lewd, ripe pout was becoming a permanent fixture now, and her eyes, once held in a wide, innocent expression now glittered with a sultry new light. She heard Virginia mix another drink with a loud angry tinkle in the living room, and Laura again tried to figure out why her roommate had changed so suddenly, then shrugged indifferently when she remembered she'd have her own studio apartment in this building in a few more days, when it was vacant.
The young blonde's conference with Virginia and Bob, held shortly after she'd awakened from her long, exhausted sleep late that afternoon still whirled in her mind, filling her with a hum of anticipation and excitement.
Virginia had explained to her-in a surprisingly cold and bitter voice-that she'd been a wild hit at the party the night before and was suddenly in demand. They were prepared to pay her a hundred dollars for every similar party she attended, and an equal amount for every "date" Bob lined up for her. She could have as many of both as she could handle, provided she took a minimum of one per week. Already Laura's mind had begun to reel with the staggering figures when they added she could also have her own apartment, smaller than Virginia's but totally rent-free on the condition she reserved two nights per month for the landlord-owner and his wife, who'd taken an intense interest in her when they'd met. Her rent would be paid in this manner, and Virginia made it crisply clear that the wife had bizarre sexual tastes, and that the landlord might occasionally use her to pay a special favor to a friend. Before Laura could nod eagerly in agreement, Virginia began pointing out the fringe benefits: free lavish dinners and expensive liquor, gifts from especially pleased customers, occasional weekend trips to Las Vegas and, with great luck, possibly Europe.
As for the polaroid pictures, Virginia went on, pushing a single snapshot across the table to the excited blonde, she could have one back after each date and party. Laura wasn't surprised at this treachery, realizing they were afraid she might still run away.
But they couldn't possibly know-and she wouldn't try to explain-the remarkable moment of truth she'd felt the night before with every fiber of her honey-soft body as two men racked her loins with an overwhelming orgasm, as she surrendered the vain struggle once and for all and wallowed in lustful joy and her true self emerged victorious.
Laura felt strangely at peace with herself now, a majestic calm she'd never felt before. Some deep, overpowering force inside her had swept aside the pretentious mask of her virtue and told her in resounding, unmistakable terms what she really was, and what she was meant to be, and suddenly everything was perfect-body, mind, and soul she was an instrument of passion, endowed with a luscious, desirable body and a lovely face for exactly that destiny. She even smiled as Virginia picked up the phone before her and called the newspapers and told them to rerun her ad for a roommate to replace Laura.
The blonde sighed happily as her pen poised over the paper, but her thoughts still added up columns of neat figures in her mind, vast sums of money she would earn while she enjoyed her new self immensely. She'd already decided to work a five-night week with the same systematic schedule a secretary would follow if she worked nights. She would bank most of it and send her parents two hundred dollars a month, a fortune to them. When Virginia had explained that Laura wouldn't be paid for last night, that it was a trial run to see if she could adjust, Laura demanded a hundred dollar loan at once, which they gave her. Tomorrow she would take it to the post office with her letter and get the money order and mail it to her folks.
With a soft thrill of pride, she began writing:
Dear Mom and Dad:
I've got wonderful news! I've found a terrific job that pays a very good salary, and I'm enclosing a hundred dollars and want you both to spend it strictly on luxuries. Don't worry. Mom, there's more coming-I'm going to send you this much every two weeks, because my job, which is in public relations, is not only fascinating and well-paid but I get a lot of fringe benefits that save me money.
I wish you folks could know how thrilled I am with this new position. I think it's exactly what I've always wanted, although I frankly had a hard time making up my mind at first. And again, don't worry. Mom, I remember everything you told me and I'm doing the right thing. I can feel it's all perfect deep, deep down inside me, that it was meant to be.
Hope this finds you both happy and healthy. I think I'll be back to visit you next summer ( in a new car!) and bearing lots of gifts....
Your loving daughter, Laura
Laura reread the letter, sighed with satisfaction and put it aside until morning.
She caught her own image in the mirror, and suddenly knew it wouldn't have mattered if she'd never even left her quiet, simple home in Kansas, or had gone to another distant place.
Her destiny would have pursued her to the ends of the world.
