The line between pain and pleasure is often times a thin one. Sadomasochism is the common term used when sex practices border on the infliction of pain and discomfort rather than the usual standard of pleasure.
The sadist is one who derives pleasure from inflicting the pain. The masochist rejoiced at being the recipient. Yet, there is more to intense sexual parctices than this simple definition might imply.
Many women are technically masochists in the sex act. The desire to experience a bigger organ in their vaginas than they can comfortably handle, the willingness to have anal intercourse are common in most societies. It is not necessarily forced on them by the man-who is frequently accused of being a sadist.
In modern American society, one of the phenomena of our times is the sex store where, for a price, a man or woman can buy books, movies, underwear and plastic sexual appendages, all designed to incite sexual desires in the breast of the buyer. One would think that men are the purchasers of many of these devices which seem obscene and possibly even painful if used on a woman. But such is only sometimes the case.
When a man and a woman come into a store looking for a dildo, for instance, the man will invariably pick a smaller one than the woman wants. Her decision, usually, is to go larger. His is to go smaller.
Part of the problem plaguing society today is the definition of right and wrong for the individual. He is told what hurts him, what soothes him, what makes him feel good. If he complains that the standards being applied don't work for him, then he is classified as a weirdo-an oddball-someone who doesn't fit and needs watching.
Because of the stigma attached to complaining, a vocal minority often sets legal standards for the majority and then enforces them. And yet, as Watergate made clear in this country last year, the most right, ethical, god fearing segment of politicians-the lawmakers-in this country do things daily which they condemned absolutely in other people.
For instance, an attorney general pleaded innocent to lying with tears in his eyes, contending he was confused about the law at the time because of domestic problems. And yet, in his own career in office as the nation's top prosecutor, he didn't extend that same mercy of doubt to his victims. In fact, he prided himself for the harshness of the penalties he demanded.
Unrelated to Watergate was the behavior of a powerful, long term congressman who acted in a lascivious manner with a stripper, and then continued to offend the country with his public conduct until he checked into an alcoholic's ward in a hospital. He was a man who stood for public morality until he contritely asked the nation's forgiveness.
Perhaps most blatant was the act of the President in turning in falsified income tax reports to obtain huge tax breaks. As chief executive of the country he asked the people to be honest, to pay their fair share of the operation of the government and, with the power to pardon those transgressors who have their property seized and their persons thrown in jail, he waits until it is he who is caught before he claims there can be mitigation. He never pardoned the poor. He only sought pardoning for himself.
The crux of the matter is self interest. A politician will force an issue to be elected, even if he doesn't believe in it. Then he will persecute and prosecute people to protect his position, though he may be guilty of the same crimes he condemns.
One of the flaws in our society-perhaps the biggest one-is that the definition of capitalism and self-interest has been distorted. Self-interest means literally doing that which betters oneself. Too often it has come to mean suppressing others for some obscure emotional reason understood by almost no one other than the suppressor.
In an oblique way, this book attacks the idea that standards of one are standards of all. The women in this book variously find sexual pleasure in acts which are commonly called perverse or even sadistic. And yet, they are not masochists by any means. They discover pleasure in activities which are different and sometimes even difficult to accept.
There is a distinct line drawn through this story in which one woman is the victim of force: she discovers these pleasures because she is made to. The other woman wishes to discover them, and does voluntarily. The result in the first case is psychological trauma and social disorientation. The second case reflects the proper adjustment of a "normal" individual to the diverse aspects of social existence.
Yet, by the judgment of a few, both women are the victims of sexual sadists. On the one hand, the only answer society has is that the woman who accepts and adjusts to her circumstances is a masochist and the woman who is forced into psychological disorientation is "normal".
Judged by these standards, the men involved seem to share an equal guilt, the difference being that one uses force and the other persuasion-and the jaundiced eye may find little difference between them.
Society's solution is simple: condemn all such behavior as abnormal and define the people involved as criminals, victims, or weirdos. And, knowing that such behavior is common (perhaps more than fifty percent of the population may experiment, at the least, with the sexual deviations investigated here), perhaps the abnormality becomes the lack of knowledge and the lack of ability to handle such situations should they arise.
Recent psychological studies indicate that victims of rape stand their best chance of avoiding injury and even death by submitting with all due tact to the rapist. It seems that the rapist who causes injury is the one who is also excited to physical excess by resistance.
For years women have been advised to fight off their attackers, to run, where possible, to risk their lives rather than face a fate worse than death!
Today, the stigma of being a rape victim still attaches to the unfortunate woman who reports the crime. The double standard still applies. While women are counseled by police and psychiatrists to submit on the one hand, the law which is to protect them from such indignities in the first place demands that the woman resist to the point of suffering other physical abuse to prove she was raped. Society still looks askance at the woman who suffers rape, demanding some foolish sign of purity.
The question of who sets the standards comes to the fore here. It would be nice to say that the people are to blame. But the signs indicate that what exists is a total double standard. The bureaucracy of government, including politicians, believes the safest way is the old way. Such people, paid to be the leaders, may not believe in what they do. In fact, they raise themselves as far above the law as they can get so that they are not bound by their own leadership. Then, like gods, they look down at the people below them-dictating a standard of conduct which is not only wrong, but borders on stupidity and danger.
Books such as this are written to entertain, but the author is entitled to a serious purpose. We pride ourselves on publishing books which we believe are not only good entertainment, but providing also the seed for thought about contemporary problems of human sexuality.
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CHAPTER ONE
Anger! It pulsated in her breast like a living thing!
Elizabeth stared at Wayne Baker and anger flowed out of her like steaming hot water out of a tap. She was surprised that he couldn't feel it. He was standing down by her spread legs so smug, so naked, with his cock hanging over his obscenely swollen balls that she couldn't help hating him as the fucking monster he really was. She wanted to cry.
Instead she begged! "Let me up, Wayne. Please!"
He stared back down at her and laughed cruelly. "No way, cunt. You're going to stay there and do what you're supposed to do or you know what will happen. Besides," and he chuckled as if he knew something she didn't, "you can't do anything but take it. Any way I want to give it to you."
Goosebumps popped up on Elizabeth's naked flesh. They ran across the soft flesh of her naked breasts and circled the popped up pink nipples. But Elizabeth couldn't do anything about that. The soft leather straps holding her wrists to the table were pulled taut and held her helpless. The same kind of straps held her ankles down, spreading her legs obscenely. The goosebumps flowed down to her snatch and prickled as they rose on the soft mounds of pussy flesh under her pubic hair.
"Ooooo, no! Please, Wayne, no! Not that!"
Even as she cried out, squirming against the thongs that held her, Elizabeth couldn't help the fact that the moisture started to pump between her spread thighs from her swollen cunt. She turned instantly wet. Her cunt juice poured out from between tightly clenched sex lips and she moaned with her hot shame as she tried to stop it from happening. But she couldn't stop her flowing juices any more than she could stop Wayne. She was wet and soppy. The dark, hairy mounds that rose on both sides of her slit, her pubes, were lustrous, dark, wet brown. They shined with her moisture. And still her cunt juices flowed out of Elizabeth like a hot river, burning the tender insides of her lush, white thighs.
Elizabeth's eyes rolled up in her head so that she could see what Wayne was doing. It made her shiver with a delicious sort of fright. But that couldn't stop her from looking. Just looking! she told herself, and she trembled violently.
But that wasn't what she was thinking about. Not by a long shot. Her cunt was a yawning void begging to be filled. It twitched and drooled, begging for it to happen.
That's wicked and evil of me, Elizabeth told herself. It's filthy letting him put that thing up my ... my cunt! It ... It's like ... like ... Elizabeth couldn't even think of the rest of it. She wanted to deny what was happening was what she wanted. But her cunt and her asshole and her groin and her belly and her sharp pointed pink nipples yearned for it.
Wayne Baker smiled and waited. He knew he had time. Elizabeth wasn't going anywhere and he held the upper hand. He grinned. That was a joke and one that he could enjoy.
Wayne wasn't a big man. At least, he wasn't tall. But he was broad shouldered with a muscular, hairy chest. His chest muscles stood out in thick, ropey lumps. His biceps bulged and were knotty with thick, blue veins that flowed down his muscular forearms to equally thick wrists and big hands ... big hands that fondled the huge, torpedo-shaped dildo with the wires and switch dangling from the end.
"I don't want that," Elizabeth blubbered. "Please! Don't put that thing in me, Wayne. Fuck me, darling. Fuck your cock in my cunt, in my asshole ... anywhere ... anything ... Wayne! Wayne! WAYNE!!!"
Elizabeth's voice had risen step by step until she was screaming shrilly. She knew she was and that didn't aid her one bit in stopping.
The hairy man was at the end of the table, between her heels. He had leaned forward and was staring up Elizabeth's spread thighs.
At first Elizabeth felt hot and prickly between her thighs as she imagined she felt his eyes on her crotch. Then the smooth skin of her soft, inner legs was sweaty. Her skin gleamed in the hot, artificial light. She felt the sweat trickling through the soft hair covering her pussy, teasing her because it wasn't hard enough feeling. Her cunt felt like it was gasping for air.
Wayne leaned forward and Elizabeth felt the cold tip of the thing pushing between her sex slippery cunt lips. It was stretching her open wider and wider. It felt so cold that her warm flesh seemed to shrink away from it like the ocean deserting a cold beach.
But that made her more open, looser. Looser so it was easier for the sliding thing to push its way deeper into her. And Elizabeth knew it wasn't the cold that she was shrinking away from. What she feared was what would come next. She knew all about that already and she clenched her hands until her fingernails were cutting into her flesh and she was rigid against the straps. And still the dildo pushed into her.
Guided by Wayne's big hands the plastic spread the tight muscles of her hot, sweaty cunt and slipped in on her own lubrication.
"I don't want it, Wayne! Anything but that. Don't ... oh, oh, oh ... anything but that. Don't put it, uh, any deeper in my hole, Wayne. I'm begging you! It's vile, you son of a bitch. It's rotten and I don't want to be fucked this way ... can't you hear me? Can't you HEAR ME!"
Elizabeth's voice had risen in an uncontrolled falsetto.
At first, as the probe pushed into her convulsing cunt, she resisted. But not for long. The stretching in her sex hole was beginning to be pleasant. And Wayne was making it even better by sliding the dildo in and out.
Her cries subsided and Elizabeth surrendered. She loved the smooth, demanding feel of the dildo surging in and out of her loose, quivering cunt. Her pussy clasped down and tried to grab the thing shoved in her snatch and she sobbed with frustration when it slipped out.
She was being violated by an artificial cock. And she was loving it. She surged up against her bonds and raised her hips. It felt tremendous. Elizabeth grunted and heaved her pelvis up at Wayne's hands and sighed as the dildo plowed deeper and deeper into her heated twat. Her legs spread further apart and she gave up any pretense that she didn't like what was happening to her. She liked being fucked, all right.
I'm an animal, she thought, a fucking animal!
Her whole being was concentrated on the thing sliding up the hot sleeve of her cunt. She was engrossed with the feeling of being split, the hot pulsing of her cunt around the cool dildo that felt so strange forcing its way up her twat. Strange but exciting!
She knew how it was going to end. Still, her butt slid crazily back and forth on the slippery tabletop. Her squishy cunt lips sucked hungrily at the slippery artificial cock working its way about in her vagina.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE!"
Wayne grinned. His red-tipped cock bobbed up and down in frenzied excitement as he leaned forward. His hands twisted wildly, frigging the plastic prick in and out of Elizabeth's gaping sex hole.
"Harder! Oh, harder!" she cried. She thrust her crotch at him. Her juicy cunt swallowed every movement of the dildo in her vagina. She wanted to scream, the sensation was so intense. She was being overwhelmed.
Wayne smiled. He moved around the table and stood at her head. His fingers were still wrapped possessively around the dildo buried in her pulsating pink flesh-like some dagger pinning her to the table.
Elizabeth turned her head toward him. Her lips were drawn back in the rictus of a smile. She was throbbing inside. Her cunt muscles squeezed at the artificial pecker. She could smell his cock. The odor was pungent. When she looked at it she was startled by how big it seemed close up. But Elizabeth couldn't really concentrate. Wayne's hand kept the dildo frigging in and out of her sensitive hole. She was electrified between her legs. Her crotch was outrageously tingly.
"Uh, uh, uh," she grunted. She'd flexed her hips and tried to drive the thing deeper in her aching cunt.
Close up, his cock seemed huge. It was a long, pale shaft of flesh. The end was round and darkly red. Veins wrapped around it like blue cords around a knotted fist and arm.
"Deeper," she groaned. "Harder!" It didn't matter to Elizabeth that he was fucking her with a dildo. The feeling of being fucked was real. The sight and smell of his throbbing pecker only inches away from her face was real. She was being opened up and her cunt was soggy and leaden as it molded itself around the plunging dildo.
Elizabeth arched her back and raised her head.
Wayne's penis seemed to flow into her mouth. Her lips opened, formed an O, sucked in and Elizabeth's mouth was a vacuum, drawing the hot cock deeper and deeper into her sweltering mouth.
She sucked his cock. Her lips stroked it, her tongue wrapped around it like a snake, squeezing it lovingly. The saliva poured into her mouth, wetting his penis more, making it easier for Wayne to slide it in and out between her cherry red lips.
She wanted to say she adored it. She loved the taste of his cock, the way his balls slapped against her chin. She loved the odor of his balls. But most of all, she loved the fantastic sliding in and out of her squeezing cunt of the huge dildo. She groaned and sucked harder.
Elizabeth braced herself. She knew it was coming. She knew and didn't care anymore. She was in love with sex. Her whole body throbbed and ached for that release that she knew was coming, that she couldn't stop.
Grinning down at her, Wayne swayed his hips back and forth. He was overjoyed with the way things were going.
The hot, steamy excitement that Elizabeth was feeling transmitted itself to him. More than just the pumping of her head back and forth, more than just the flexing of her lips over the cylindrical length of his cock, Wayne seemed to sense also the wild pleasure in her aching cunt.
He groaned and put one hand in her tangled hair and urged her head back and forth harder and faster. There was a certain fascination in just watching his cock disappearing into Elizabeth's mouth. Her saliva foamed at the corners of her lips as his cock rammed in and out like a plunger.
Sighing, Wayne let the full sensual effect of her cock-sucking engulf him. The drag of her cushiony lips the length of his prick, the soft mouthing of his cock head when it seemed that it would pop out of her mouth, all of it contributed to an electric thrill that raced through his naked body.
The come was inside his cock. It was a ball of hard, hot fury trying to burn its way out. And Wayne knew the moment had come. He couldn't wait any longer. Not a moment. And he pushed the button on the end of the dildo even as he felt his own explosion threatening to rip through his cock-starting from the very bottom of his aching balls.
Elizabeth screamed!
The sound was torn out of her. Her thighs contracted and arched her body. Her cunt ground down in mindless fury on the plunging dildo like a toothless mouth sucking and stroking a hot pecker. She raised her hips higher and her hips shook back and forth, demanding more cock-more dildo.
In the same moment, Wayne was racked by his own sexual explosion.
Semen exploded from the end of his swollen cock. He was tender from the constant sucking, and the pain mixed with pleasure as he poured his juice into her greedy mouth.
The sucking didn't stop, though. Elizabeth drew his come into her mouth and swallowed it and sucked some more-until his cock was empty and hurting.
With desperate haste, Wayne Baker forced the woman's head back. Her mouth popped off his cock head like a champagne cork coming out of a bottle.
"Aaaiiieee!!!" she wailed, The sound burst from her open mouth. Her back was still arched, her cunt convulsed mindlessly. Her sexual orgasm went on forever and ever, it seemed. It didn't matter to Elizabeth. She was past caring about such things. She was wrapped up in the sheer sensual pleasure.
I hate it! I hate it! The thought throbbed in Elizabeth's mind weaker and weaker with each passing moment. She knew she lied. She loved the slimy feel and tart taste of Wayne's sperm in her mouth and sliding down her throat. Just thinking of it made her clit tingle.
And then there was the fantastic experience of having that dildo rammed up her twat, filling her aching void. And her own reaction!
If she could have blushed, she would have. The way her cunt gnawed at that ugly piece of plastic. GNAWED!!! It was like she was raping it, not the other way around. But she loved it. She wanted to be impaled on it forever-or at least as long as the electric shock waves made her cunt and vagina and womb spasm with such fantastic joy.
She couldn't stop. Her back was arched high above the table. Her cunt opened and closed like a sucking mouth gasping for air, but always it clung to the dildo. Her brain was engulfed in the fury of her own reaction.
Higher and higher she seemed to fly. She was like a bomb blast spreading out in a bigger and bigger, hotter and hotter cloud. She felt like her cunt was big enough to fuck the world. She wished Wayne would stick his cock in her spasming hole as well as the dildo. She could take it!
And then the blackness flowed over her and engulfed her and everything disappeared in a violet haze.
Wayne Baker switched off the dildo. He was still tingly from the electric shocks. He drew the dildo from Elizabeth's cunt still dripping her viscous cunt juices from the end.
Elizabeth's cunt relaxed then. It gaped open like a cave, strangely empty-an abandoned garage.
Looking at the woman's exhausted, drooling cunt, there was no doubt that something was missing, like the car that should have been evident in the garage-but wasn't!
This wasn't the first time that Wayne had seen a woman react this way. He licked his lips, then got on the table between the unconscious woman's open thighs. The dildo lay on the floor where he had put it down. It had served its purpose-again. And now it was Wayne's turn.
It occurred to Wayne sometimes that even if he wasn't getting the money for it, he would do his job for the pleasure he got from it.
Roughly he hiked the unconscious woman's knees as high as they would go. That tilted her cunt up and he was able to lean above her. His cock was erect and hard and as he lay forward on her soft, doughy breasts, his penis poked into the sloppy, wet cavern of her well used cunt.
Elizabeth's hips moved, even in her unconsciousness. Not much, but enough for Wayne Baker. And he began stroking his cock in and out of her hole in a methodical and vicious rhythm.
Her cunt was wet and warm. His pecker tingled as it stirred the sticky twat juice and slipped up and down the velvety tunnel. Each movement was like a silky hand grasping and exciting his pecker.
Wayne was breathing hard. He drove his cock in to his balls and ground tight against her, feeling her soft flesh on his, trying to get even deeper. He pulled out and her cunt sucked on his cock in reflex. He slammed back in and Elizabeth twitched and seemed to respond.
That was something Wayne liked. His hands caught at her buttocks and lifted them holding her crotch up so he could fuck it savagely. His hips pounded back and forth until he was filled with the feeling of her cunt stroking his quivering flesh.
His come welled in his balls and he pumped harder and faster, twisting his hips as he fucked Elizabeth's unconscious body.
"Oh, baby! Take that, baby. Take my cock all the way up your boiling pussy. Do it! Do it! DO IT!" Wayne was screaming. He churned his hypersensitive cock head in her wet slot and felt his come rising.
Suddenly he arched against her and buried his throbbing stick in her hole and felt his whole body tighten to pour his juice up her cunt. It leaked out between her battered cunt lips and the whitish liquid puddled between Elizabeth's ass cheeks.
She moaned and her hips moved, stroking back.
It was too much for Wayne. He hopped off her, his cock still half hard with goo pumping sporadically out of his cock hole.
"Too bad, baby. You slept through the best part!" Wayne gave Elizabeth's naked flank a pat and stepped away. She seemed to quiver and respond to the touch, but it didn't mean anything to Wayne.
When Wayne was gone from the room, Elizabeth stretched back toward consciousness. She was engulfed with fear. Her cunt seemed worn out, it was so raw, and she was still strapped down. In her mind she seemed to remember something that hadn't happened, a man fucking her. But she knew that wasn't right. The last thing she was sure of was that huge, electrically tingly dildo tearing her open-and her loving it.
She flexed her legs and wished she had something solid in her slot.
She knew she should have been terrified of what was next, what else could happen to her. But she was so tired-and horny!
Elizabeth couldn't remember things anymore. Not as good as she had once been able to. But such knowledge appeared unimportant to her. As unimportant as what was going to happen next ... as long as she got that dildo again-and again-and again.
That was all that mattered-being fucked mechanically! At least to Elizabeth, that was all that mattered anymore!!!
CHAPTER TWO
Ruth Ann Prescott was a school teacher's dream-a male school teacher's dream, that is. Her curves were soft and rounded, flaring and dipping with breathless suddenness to give her breasts that were firm and round like huge orange halves. When she walked, her breasts quivered ever so slightly, embarrassing Ruth Ann in the worst way. Even her bras fought a losing battle to keep them demure and lifeless.
Her waist pinched in and then flowed out again to wonderful creamy, soft hips and sweetly rounded buttocks. Her thighs were long and golden and when she stood as she was in front of her bedroom mirror, staring at her reflection from the corners of her large sloe eyes, she could stir the lust in almost any man.
Which was Ruth Ann's problem. The girl pinched up her face and made an exasperated expression at the mirror. She was positively sexy looking-and she just wished she wasn't. At least, not so sexy looking.
Sitting on the little wire vanity bench with the furry white cushion, the twenty-three year old secretary for the school district's credit union didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The mirror told her that her naked body was a nymph's delight. Even her face, heart-shaped with a tumed-up nose and smiling red lips, seemed to turn men on. And, damnit all, that wasn't what she wanted to do. She wanted to fall in love and get married and have children. It wasn't complicated in her mind at all.
But the point was, how could she fall in love with the endless procession of rude, crude male schoolteachers who traipsed daily through her office trying to interest her in dirty jokes or dirtier motel rooms?
Ruth Ann shook her head and pulled her pantyhose up her long, slim legs. The pantyhose fit snugly around her upper thighs and she had to tug hard to get them to encase her crotch.
It was a funny feeling, having the nylon grip her sex zone. But Ruth Ann had put on pantyhose so often that she wouldn't have noticed if it hadn't been for what had happened earlier that day.
The girl shivered and hugged herself, protecting her firm breasts with her arms and feeling the way the nylon clung to her suddenly itchy crotch.
It had been a hot day and Ruth Ann had worn a short, plaited white pair of shorts. They were very becoming and showed off her pert butt and slim waist. Her blouse had been sheer white and lacy nylon with long sleeves that buttoned at the throat.
She had been standing at the window, daydreaming. School was out and she was due her month long vacation. That was all she was thinking about when she heard the slight noise in her office and had turned in that slow, provocative seeming way she had of moving.
Her visitor was Tom Jennings, a former school teacher spending his first year in the district offices as an administrator. He had looked at her and then moved forward and as she turned to face him, he had put one arm around her waist and pulled her toward him.
Ruth Ann realized that she should have screamed or fought or something. But when it happened, it had seemed like a joke, like a gag. His lips had pressed hot and heavy against hers, his other hand found its way to her crotch and pressed demandingly against the soft, puffy lips of her cunt through the thin cloth.
"Mmmmmm," Ruth Ann had gasped. She wiggled and was embarrassed by the way her movement seemed to open the slit between her legs even wider. She knew he must have been able to feel it, to realize the significance of his hard finger pressing into the void between her legs.
"Ooooh, you hot twat," Jennings said then. His voice was slurred and Ruth Ann could taste the alcohol on his breath. "I've wanted to fuck you all year, and now I'm going to do it. Get your cunt ready, baby, 'cause I'm going to slide my hot meat all the way up until you can't move around it."
"Mr. Jennings," Ruth Ann had cried out in a shocked way.
And then the secretary really did cry out in horrified realization of what the school administrator's fingers were doing between her sleek thighs. "Aaaiiieee, please, don't, Mr. Jenn-IIINNNGSSS!"
Writhing and twisting in humiliation, Ruth Ann couldn't escape the man's strong arms. His mouth covered hers again, his lips literally bruised hers. But his fingers caused all of the young woman's shame.
Jennings' finger had twisted under the hem of the leg of Ruth Ann's shorts and stabbed up against her crotch. She actually heard the nylon of her pantyhose rip and then his finger was probing between the hot, soft lips of her excited twat. It slipped between the twin mounds of soft, wet flesh and burrowed deeper and deeper into the hot, slippery cavern it found there.
Tears streamed from Ruth Ann's eyes. She couldn't close her legs, Tom Jennings' hand was in the way. His finger squeezed into her slot no matter how tightly she tried to clench her pussy lips to keep it out.
But ... and that was the worst part ... after the sudden shock of being penetrated faded, Ruth Ann discovered she was enjoying what Jennings was doing to her. In fact, her hips swayed and she seemed to inadvertently help his bony finger ram up her swampy slot.
"That's the way, Ruthie," he mumbled. "I've got the key and you've got the lock. Don't fight it, baby. You'll love it. I guarantee you'll love it."
And he began sliding his hard finger in and out of her squishy soft pussy hole. In and out, going in sort of dry and coming out glistening with the heavy odor of her cunt juice on his probing finger.
"Please," Ruth Ann sobbed. "Please don't do this...."
But she had let him back her up to her desk and press her back on it because her legs, felt like they were too weak to support her anymore. And when her thighs went up and spread and she lay back on the desk brushing pencils and stacks of paper carelessly to the floor, she couldn't resist any further. His finger was pumping in and out of her slimy hole with the force of gun fire. Her legs spread and made a better target.
I won't yell, she told herself. I mustn't scream or they'll catch him and take away his teaching credential!
Tom Jennings was leaning over her and she felt his other hand press lightly over one firm tit before it was fumbling at the front of her blouse. Then she realized what he was up to as she felt her blouse being opened in front. His hand was on her bra cup and then Ruth Ann tensed and almost peed all over Jennings' throbbing digit as it twisted and drilled her flesh well. Her breast was suddenly naked and the knowledge made the pink finger at the end suddenly stand up at attention like an unexpectedly alert sentry.
Ruth Ann wanted to cry out in horror. She was being finger raped and systematically stripped of her clothes. It was so embarrassing! Tears leaked around the edges of her wide, dark eyes. "Oh, my god, Mr. Jennings ... Tom ... please, you can't, you mustn't do this anymore ... oooo ooo ooohhh!!!"
Her protestations ran off into nothing as realization flooded her. Tom Jennings was sucking her nipple!
Ruth Ann wanted to faint. His lips were hot and soft on the flesh of her throbbing breast. The man's tongue was gently stroking her erect nipple and encouraging it to stand straighter and stiffer. His lips surrounded it and tugged and, as he sucked, her breast flesh seemed to fill his mouth and get hot and cold by flashes.
And then Ruth Ann was being pulled apart by the sensations flooding her. His finger felt gigantic as it plowed her flesh furrow, forcing her sex tunnel to stretch open beyond belief.
"Uh ... uh ... uh," she sobbed. "You ... uh ... mustn't ... uh ... do this, Mr. Jennings. It's uh...." and she raised her hips and helped his finger slam deeper into her throbbing crack, "not right ... not right ... not right!"
Ruth Ann couldn't think about what was or wasn't happening anymore. The sexually naive girl felt her cunt exploding into smoldering flames and she kicked her legs up in the air and screamed and pointed her toes at the ceiling as her cunt juice flowed like a river and she came and came and squeezed her cunt muscles tight around Tom Jennings' finger and came!
Ruth Ann tugged at her panty hose and felt the elastic material cup her crotch familiarly-as she was used to it doing-and still she could derive no pleasure or security from the familiar feelings.
If she hadn't been so desperate, Tom Jennings would have been a ludicrous sight to her, standing drunkenly on one foot trying to tug his pants over his other leg right over his shoe.
She had scrambled off the desk and, desperately buttoning up the front of her blouse, run out into the hall, slamming the door behind her.
And then she had to stand, mortified by embarrassment in the hall, her breast half showing under her open blouse while two twelve-year-old boys gaped at her as she made adjustments to her clothes.
"Boy," one of them said, as they turned away, "bet she's a hot number, fucking the teachers in her office during working hours!"
"Yeah," the other boy answered in loud braggado, "and I'd give anything to tongue that twat. That's real eating stuff...."
Leaning back against her door, Ruth Ann turned violent red. She felt her blush burning under her clothes, heating her breasts and making them seem larger. Her cunt was hotter, her slit seemed swollen more than sore, though it was sore enough to make her aware of it.
She forced herself to stand, to move away from the security of her office door, and Tom Jennings came staggering out and almost knocked her down.
"Give me a chance, Miss hot twat," he mumbled.
Ruth Ann didn't know what he meant-if he was asking her to keep silent or give him a second try at raping her. She shivered and moved well clear of him. "I won't say anything," she said primly, with the equally short warning, "If you don't!"
Jennings looked at her and she noticed the front of his light gray suit pants bulged suggestively. And then he turned and staggered off down the hall without looking back.
"Too bad about him."
Ruth Ann remembered how startled she'd been by the voice practically in her ear. Everything was happening so fast. She thought she was alone in the long, lemony colored corridor with the frosted glass doors, and then voices talked in her ear ... She'd turned and it was Clara Benbrow, the secretary from the personell office.
"Too bad about Jennings. He's a nice man, for a man," Clara said again in answer to Ruth Ann's startled look. "They gave him the boot. He was on trial as an administrator and he turned over too many bodies. So old Cartriman just gave him a boot in the butt. I think he's been drinking since he got the news."
"Oh, how awful," Ruth Ann remembered saying. She'd been hypocritical about it, though. She'd wanted to say, he deserves it!
"Yeah," Clara said dryly. She stared at Ruth Ann's blouse. "You've got the wrong buttons buttoned, honey," she said in the same crackling tones.
Ruth Ann had stuttered, but Clara had gone back in her office thoroughly convinced the young secretary had been fucking in her office in the middle of the afternoon. And Ruth Ann had wondered if she was going to get her notice that day as well.
Ruth Ann returned to her office and sat down on her swivel chair and all she could think about was what Tom Jennings' cock would have looked like if he got his pants down and how terrible it was starting the first day of his vacation with no job to come back to.
And then the door to her office had opened and Jennings had come in and sat down across the desk from her and looked at the floor and said, "I'm really sorry I made an ass out of myself and that I assaulted you and if you want to call the police I'll confess!"
"No! Just go away," Ruth Ann remembered saying. "I don't want ... want to remember anything about it. Nothing!"
"I'm sorry," Tom Jennings said again and he stood by the door. "I think I love you. I'm truly sorry." And he left.
CHAPTER THREE
Trying to shake the memory of almost being raped from her mind, Ruth Ann put on her bra. It was more of a protection than anything else. Her lush breasts were perfectly capable of standing upright by themselves. They needed no artificial help. And the bra could be a nuisance. When she was aroused, as she was thinking about the awful thing Tom Jennings had done to her in the office, her nipples grew painfully hard and sharp and rubbed erotically against the insides of the cups.
That would never do. She held her fingers over her naked flesh and gently massaged her tits. The feeling of sexual excitement permeated her body. She thought again of Jennings' hard cock and a soft of frenzy touched her and she wanted to put her hand to her crotch and rub and play with herself and the lush, hairy lips of her pussy until she collapsed.
Angrily Ruth Ann jumped to her feet. Her breasts quivered like water-filled balloons. She captured them in her bra and snapped it behind her back, noting the seductive pout of her tits as she contorted herself to reach behind her back.
She pulled on a clean yellow jersey that clung snugly to her trim figure. A soft brown short skirt, belted at the waist with a wide brown suede belt completed her costume. Her shoes were soft moccasins, suitable for walking. I won't think about his cock any more! Ruth Ann thought fiercely to herself. I won't think about feeling it in my vagina or having him touch me there or anything like that. Nothing! I'll make the memory go away!
Even when she was in the cab with her bags on the way to the railroad station, a touch of pink still painted her cheeks.
The cab driver had noticed her excitement.
When she had gotten in the cab, he had casually twisted his rcarview mirror. Driving to the station he was able to glance up and practically stare down the groove of her held-together thighs toward her hot pussy. It gave him a hard-on. And when his eyes flitted up the pretty young woman's front to her sweet, soft lips, he wondered if she had ever given anybody a blow-job.
In the cab, Ruth Ann had fumed to herself about Tom Jennings before she happened to glance up and stare in the rearview mirror of the cab. Her eyes met the driver's, His eyes skated away and Ruth Ann was so startled she didn't know what to think for a long moment ... And then her eyes found the mirror again and she flushed with embarrassment. It was as if he was looking straight between her legs at her ... her pussy. He couldn't have been looking anywhere else. Desperately she put her hand in her lap and squeezed her thighs tight together. "Don't ... don't look there!" she snapped.
"What do you mean, lady?" the driver asked in injured innocence.
And then Ruth Ann blushed. It was her. She saw sex in everything around her. She was imagining things, she told herself.
At the train depot she practically fell out of the cab in her haste to get away from the driver before he started thinking she was a nymphomaniac thinking about one thing all the time-sex!
She paid him and tried to take her bags but he smiled. "They're heavy, lady. I'll take them in for you!"
"Well ... all right," Ruth Ann said. She was confused and didn't know what else to say. The cab driver was a nice looking young man, maybe a little older than herself with almost crewcut blonde hair. When he grinned, he seemed almost boyish and Ruth Ann caught herself blushing again for having suspected him of harboring dirty thoughts and trying to sneak a peek.
Inside the depot they took the bags to the baggage counter and checked them on board and the taxi driver smiled at her and said, "How about a drink before you leave? I've got a few minutes!"
Ruth Ann told herself she couldn't very well turn that request down. He'd been so kind. And besides, she was a little lonely!
The railroad lounge was dark with red padded seats and lots of dark, old mahogany wood. He slid into a booth next to her and she felt the warmth of his thigh against hers and she drank her drink in a hurry to conceal her sudden excitement, her excessively sexual reaction.
She couldn't stop her suddenly babbling mouth. She found out that the man's name was Wayne and she had to tell him about her month long trip away from everybody and everything she knew. And when he leaned close to her and his thigh pressed against her thigh and his arm was warm against her breast, she controlled her sexual panic. She didn't tell him she was imagining what his prick would look like-and feel like in her hot little box.
Then it was time to catch her train and Wayne guided her up a little corridor and when they seemed alone in the dark hallway pressed her back against the wall and kissed her. His tongue snaked into her mouth and his feet moved between her ankles and his pelvis pressed against hers.
It was like being fucked in the mouth. For an awful minute Ruth Ann was pinned against the wall, experiencing his tongue moving sensuously in and out of her mouth, stroking her. She moaned. And then she felt his hand under her short skirt, stroking the soft bulge of her sex mound. Her pantyhose was wet with her juice and she writhed inside in shame.
And then Wayne moved back, let her loose. And he brought his hand up from between her legs and slowly, delibarately kissed his sex wet fingers.
Ruth Ann stumbled loose, her steps echoing hollowly in the empty corridor, rapping sharp and clear on the Italian mosaic tile that had carried the feet of travelers for almost a hundred years.
It must be my fault, she thought, panic stricken. I must have been thinking about it. It was because of my vile, evil thoughts! She shivered and thought about his fingers on her sex and the way her clitoris had risen to meet them. No decent woman would have reacted that way, she was sure.
She got on board the train, crying. Fishing a handkerchief from her purse, she dabbed at her eyes as she stumbled to a seat and took it. It was only when she leaned heavily against the man next to her and sniffled excuse me that she realized she knew him. She would have gotten up and left the train, only his fingers trapped her leg at the bottom of her short skirt and held her down.
"Hello, Miss Prescott," he said. When he grinned, all of his teeth showed in a flash of startling white. His tongue poked out between his red lips and brushed over them, moistening them.
Ruth Ann's heart stopped beating. Her breath came in short gasps and the throb between her legs, that had been subsiding the further away she got from the station, started again with such power that her whole crotch throbbed in jolting rhythm.
"Hello, Mr. Jennings!" she said. She wondered if he was going to fingerfuck her again right there, sitting together in the railroad lounge car. And silently, hatefully hoping to herself that he would!
The cab driver was giddy as he walked to the bank of telephones in the railroad lobby. His cock was bone-hard in his pants. He was thinking about shoving it up that soft, sweet pussy he had just left.
It was foolish, fingering her that way in a public corridor. But Wayne Baker couldn't help grinning. He had wanted to drop to his knees and shove his tongue up that soft twat and tongue fuck her until she screamed out helpless with joy.
Even as he dialed the telephone he daydreamed about the softness of her pussy hair under his nose, like a moustache, the dry scent of her cunt filling his nose, the taste of her twat on his tongue.
"Hello?" The voice was tinny over the phone.
"I've got one on her way," Wayne said. He smiled.
"Good. Good!" the voice said. "Tell me all about it then."
And Wayne began describing the pretty ash blonde girl with the gorgeous tits and the hot pussy who was traveling alone on the train towards the West Coast for a long, long summer vacation. A blonde no one would miss for a long while. A blonde with mouth watering legs and a soft, sensual pussy.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was like a dream. Tom Jennings had taken Ruth Ann's arm and led her down the aisle of the railroad car and guided her to a small door marked women. Then he had shoved her inside and they were pressed together in the little cubicle with the toilet and the sink.
His breath was heavy with alcohol as he pressed her against the wall of the bathroom and his hands roamed under her skirt, pulling her pantyhose loose and dropping it around her ankles.
"Please, don't," Ruth Ann heard herself babbling.
Then she told him about how, when she was a girl, she had been raped and how it had hurt and nobody believed her-they blamed her for fucking like some sort of animal with that boy who was older and bigger and stronger than she had been.
That's when she felt his finger slide between her hot cunt lips.
"Oooo," she moaned. It felt so big that she had to put her arms around his back, she had to press her face against his shoulder and shove her pussy at his hand. "More," she murmured. "More!"
Someone rattled the locked door. And then the train lurched and they were moving away from the station, pressed together and Ruth Ann engulfed by the white hot feeling of lightning zipping in and out of her pursed cunt lips.
Tom Jennings had his mouth on hers. His lips were wet and full on hers. His tongue pried her mouth open and she sucked at his tongue.
She was wildly wet between the legs. Her slit was bubbling juice.
"Open my pants!" Jennings ordered her thickly.
At first, Ruth Ann balked. And then her fingers moved like zombies to unzip the front of his pants. It was the first time the secretary had ever done that. Then her fingers were in the hot confines of his pants, touching his hot, sweaty cock flesh, stroking the softness of his balls.
A thrill flashed through her body. Her hand closed soundlessly around the thick, hard-soft meat of his pecker. The bulbous head slipped out of the front of his pants and the shaft filled her groping hand.
She didn't know how she'd done it, but suddenly the horrible length of his cock was jammed between her legs, sliding under her crotch like a sawhorse. She felt like she could sit on it with her split.
Jennings' finger was gone from her pussy and she felt so empty and lonely that she didn't resist as his hand moved between their bodies and directed his pecker. His tongue thrust in rapid cadence in and out of her mouth even as he rubbed the head of his cock against her slippery slot.
"Aaahhh!" she moaned as she felt her cunt lips spreading around his cock head. It was so much bigger than his finger that Ruth Ann wasn't sure how he planned on getting it all in. But there was no question in her mind that she wanted it, that she desired that hard flesh rammed up her slot more than anything else in the whole world.
"Fuck it to me," she sobbed. She worked her cunny hard against his pole and felt it opening her. The stretching of her pussy lips was incredible. She was being torn open. The rod slipped up her twat and stretched and pulled at muscles she hadn't ever used before-at least, not that she remembered. And as he pressed against her he went in deeper and deeper!
"Oh, oh, oh," she murmured. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, her back against the wall. And then she really slipped on his rod, feeling it thrust all the way into the depths of her sex pit.
Ruth Ann seemed to be slipping down and down forever. Her twat sucked and grabbed at his cock, trying to stop her downward plunge. He had too much cock! She just knew she couldn't take it all. She screamed deep in her throat and pressed her face against his shoulder to muffle the sound.
"Fuck me. Oh, fuck me faster. Faster! FASTER!" she cried. She ground her hips inexpertly and her twat twisted joyfully around his penis and lifted up and down with frantic haste. She was skinning Tom Jennings' pecker with her plunging hips and tight pussy.
"Oh, yes!" she moaned. Her hips worked up, her red-lipped pussy lips sliding up his thick rod until the glistening wet flesh was almost free and his bulbous head threatened to pop from her throbbing slot.
"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it!" Ruth Ann chanted in an orgy of sexual freedom. Electric sparks shot through her body from her wildly plunging hips. Her gash pulled wide to let the thick-veined cock slide into her hot sex tunnel. Her cunt wall sucked tight around his pecker. Like an oiled glove her sex slot sucked and rubbed his penis.
Up and down. Harder. Faster.
They were paired like they were glued together. Ruth Ann's cunt turned inside out, dragging at the wonderful feeling of his cock.
"Uuuuuuh!" she screamed. "Fuck me! Plow it into my throbbing pussy."
Jennings didn't need to hear her. His hips bucked and twisted and jammed his hard rod up her flaming hole. He pumped in and out, feeling the searing heat seep through his cock and then his whole body.
"In and out, in and out, in and out," Ruth Ann chanted in a sudden awareness of her new role in life. "Fuck it in and out! In and out!"
She was raw. Her crotch was in flames and Tom Jennings' cock was a match igniting the fevered flesh of her crotch, her cunt, her pussy, her incredibly sensitive sex center, her hole. "Ram me," she screamed.
And that was what Tom Jennings did. He plunged his round plug up her hole like a cork shoving into the end of the bottle.
Ruth Ann screamed as her insides seemed to collapse. Her first orgasm shot through her like scalding water, burning her insides to a crisp. Her toes twisted on the ends of her feet and she was being emptied inside out by the sudden sensual demands on her twanging nerves.
But he didn't stop. He kept pounding. He kept throwing his cock in her!
Ruth Ann's pussy lips were burning. They rubbed like fire up and down his slippery shaft. Her legs wrapped around his waist. She turned her head and gasped at the sight that met her eyes.
The washstand mirror was on a level with her soft, round buttocks. They were gleaming white in the artificial light of the train washroom. Her buttocks muscles worked frantically, clenching and unclenching as she shimmied her body up and down on the impaling rod of his cock.
Ruth Ann was struck speechless by what she saw. As her body was lifted from his fat, blunt cock, she was able to see her pussy lips dragging obscenely at it, like a mouth sucking desperately at a frozen sucker being taken away from it for the last time. His penis was all wet and gooey.
Blue veins ringed his cock. Each vein was like a cord, thick and hard and knotted. It looked obscene coming out of the thin red gash of her pussy and out of the blonde thicket of soft pubic hair.
She couldn't help her reaction. Excitement sizzled in her body. Her lust to stick more of that fat cock up her twat again and again was a living, irresistable demand in her throbbing body.
"Drive it in, drive it in!" she begged. She wrapped her arms around Tom Jennings' neck and hugged herself to him and felt his cock shoving into her itchy sex hole and loved the feeling-the stretching that tore her apart. She couldn't resist if she had wanted to, and she didn't want to.
In the few fantastic hours that had passed, Ruth Ann had turned from a glacier into a volcano of smoldering sex. She wanted to be fucked. She needed it. That was all that mattered to her and all she desired.
She saw her own face in the mirror and was shocked at the way her teeth were showing between her twisted lips. She could sense her orgasm building deep in her and she wanted it to happen. That was what she needed to reach completion, to reach fulfillment.
"Fuck me, you rotten fucker," she sobbed. She beat her fist on his neck and bit at his lips. She gagged around his tongue as it shoved into her mouth like a hot, twisting snake.
And, at the same time, her hips twisted in desperation around the hard length of his juicy prick jamming her slot. He had the key to her lock! She knew that with certainty, now.
"Uh, uh, fuck me! Stick that cock up my twat until I choke on it," Ruth Ann sobbed as she worked her hips and her clenching cunt lips over his probing rod. "Give it to me. Ooohhh, god, fuck my brains out!"
Sweat poured off of Tom Jennings as he strove to do as she asked, as she, in fact, was demanding he fuck her. He couldn't stop. Not so long as the beautiful young secretary urged him to go on. And he jammed his cock tighter and harder up her cunt and felt his soft balls slapping her asshole.
He was hot and hard and his come boiled in his balls. His fingers caught her splayed buttocks and played in the depression between them-fingering her tantalizing asshole.
"Oh, oh, noooo!" Ruth Ann cried out. She suddenly realized what he might do, and that was too dirty to even contemplate happening. And yet, she knew that Jennings was too drunk to know the difference between right and wrong-or what was allowable sexually and what was perverted.
Suddenly his finger was sinking in the mush softness of her asshole. It was too late for complaints and warnings. It was time only for action.
The penetration of Jennings' finger up her asshole was marked by a sharp pain lancing up Ruth Ann's bowels. And then pleasure. Overwhelming, unstoppable, filthy sexual pleasure rang through her body like a bell tone.
"Uuuggghhh," she gurgled and her orgasm rose in her like fluid and filled her body and made her hands shake and her fingers tremble. Her cunny seemed swollen to bursting and the slightest touch of his cock against her sex flesh was unbearable ecstasy that lanced through her completely.
"I'm coming," Tom Jennings groaned in her ear.
"I'm coming!"
She felt his body jerk against hers, the hard thrust of his cock that made her howl with pleasure. And then the explosion inside that tore her apart!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, god, god, god!" Ruth Ann was babbling to herself as she felt the hot creamy juice of Tom Jennings' come dripping between her hot thighs as she stood in the little restroom on the railroad car. She couldn't think, could barely move. She was so sore that her crotch threatened to freeze up on her. The muscles in her thighs seemed strained, pulled.
Tom Jennings was on his knees, breathing heavily. He held a washcloth soaked with hot water and gently washed the inflated lips of her cunt, swabbing away the froth of come juice that had poured out.
When he picked her pantyhose up from the floor, it was wet and ripped. Ruth Ann looked away and he threw the wad of ruined nylon into the waste can. Smoothing her clothes on her as if she were a baby, Jennings took her arm and led her back out to their seats.
Fortunately, the train was pretty empty. If anyone had noticed the two of them came out of the restroom together, there was no sign, though Ruth Ann looked guiltily up and down the aisle. A man in a loud, check suit glanced hastily away. But after a moment, the secretary decided he'd probably been watching her ass and daydreaming. He was the embarrassed one.
Tom Jennings sat next to her. The warmth of his body was a constant reminder of what they'd done.. The ache between her legs, the strained muscles in her thighs that had never been used before was another.
"I wish you'd go away," she said.
"I can't." Jennings put his hand on her naked thigh at the edge of her skirt and moved his hand back, pulling the skirt up with it.
Ruth Ann stared in disbelief. He seemed ready to pull it up to her waist and show everyone on the train her naked twat. She supposed he'd do that and then fingerfuck her in plain sight for everyone to see. That's the way men were. She'd known it all her life. This was just more proof.
"Leave me alone!" She made her voice stiff and proper.
"You're not safe alone," Jennings said. It seemed to Ruth Ann there was a little warmth in his voice-as well as a touch of humor.
"Look at it this way," he said, moving closer and squeezing her thigh with his hand. "You let an almost stranger trap you on the train and rape you in the washroom almost before the train leaves the station. And you don't even cry out for help or get a policeman. What would you do with a perfect stranger? Let him stick it up your asshole?"
"Don't talk dirty," Ruth Ann said sharply. "You're in enough trouble already. I heard about you. So please leave me alone. You ... you've had your fun and I hope it's made you very happy. I ... I can't help it if you forced me and stuck your dirty old dick up my vagina. I couldn't help it!"
"Don't shout!" Jennings pressed closer and put his arm around her. "You enjoyed being fucked." He caressed her tit and Ruth Ann bit her lip.
God help me, she thought. She wanted to be done with him. To be done with sex. But her body was betraying her. Her nipple was getting hard and pointed-rising up like a beacon to tell him that he was getting to her.
"Please, leave me alone. Go sit somewhere else." Ruth Ann begged him, but in reality she was begging herself. She was weak and he was strong.
"Where are you going?" Jennings asked casually.
"I ... I don't know," Ruth Ann blurted. "I'm just going anywhere I can. I bought a rail pass and thought I'd see the country on my vacation."
Tom Jennings laughed. "So did I. Only I don't have to go back-ever. It's a strange coincidence that we should both be on this train. If you hadn't let me fingerfuck you in the office I wouldn't be here. I was drunk and upset and ... and after I did it I was sorry and all I could think of was getting away. Going somewhere. And this was the first train. It's your fault, you know. You let it all happen. You let me get my finger in your twat without complaining and how could I stop then. Then-like now!"
Ruth Ann gasped and looked desperately up and down the aisle. "Don't." And then she gasped again. His finger was under her skirt playing with the rubbery lips of her twat. And then his finger wasn't just playing. It was planted solidly in the wet, sweaty hole of her sex and her hips were moving, rolling her sex organs back and forth over his hand.
His other hand cupped her turgid breast. Her nipple rolled under the hot palm of his hand, pressing erotically against it.
"We can't do this," she whined. "Not here, with these people."
Tom Jennings stared up and down the aisle and then nodded. True, the train wasn't bursting with people. But there were enough of them that it was just a matter of time before someone got curious enough to look-and see that he was fingerfucking Ruth Ann in public.
"Let's go," he said. He stood and dragged her out of her seat.
Ruth Ann's legs were weak from the erotic stimulation she'd been receiving. But she staggered after him without complaint, dragged along by her hand. What was happening was out of her control now. Her pussy felt all hot and watery and she wished he hadn't taken his finger out of her hole.
They lurched off the train as it bumped to a stop. Ruth Ann didn't know what town they were in or what time of night it was. It was dark and, except for the man in the loud check suit, they were the only people to get off the train into the quiet station.
The silence and stillness of the downtown hotel room was a balm to Ruth Ann's nerves. She pulled herself together even as Tom Jennings locked the hotel room door. "Let me out," she said desperately.
"Oh, come on. You don't mean that." He smiled and pocketed the key.
Ruth Ann's heart was beating like a trip hammer. The ash blonde woman couldn't imagine what more he could do to her, how he could humiliate her sexually more than he had, but she was sure he would find a way.
"Take your clothes off!" Jennings smiled at her and began to strip.
"I won't," Ruth Ann replied. She stood silent, watching.
She didn't mean it to happen. But she was excited watching Tom Jennings strip off his clothes. She had never seen a man undress before. Never totally nude. When she had watched his cock in the mirror on the train it was like seeing a disembodied part of a man-just cock and balls floating in air, jabbing into her palpitating slit.
Desperately she tried not to think of that. She was still sore in her slit, and even so the memory started erotic stirrings in her vagina. Her juice started flowing unbidden and the lips of her fevered pussy were already moist. And she was so accessible. Her short skirt just barely covered her naked crotch. There was nothing to rip or tear or unbutton or pull off. She could be fucked in just a fraction of a second if he wanted to mount her!
Tom Jennings was well built. His muscles were smooth and a patch of dark hair covered his chest. But what really interested Ruth Ann was lower.
Her eyes descended and focused on his cock and balls. And she caught her breath in sudden reaction to what she saw there.
His cock was bigger than she imagined. It stuck out from his loins half hard and rising, a swollen piece of meat resembling Polish sausage. It was thick and red and greasy looking. And she knew it was far, far too big to ever cram into her tiny crack. Even if she'd done it once, she couldn't do it again. There was just too much of it for her poor battered pussy to take.
Smiling at her, Tom Jennings put his hand down and caressed his sex organ. It shuddered and visibly grew in his hand-and seemed to harden even more.
Ruth Ann remembered how hard it had seemed between her legs, how hard and at the same time how soft. She had a sudden, uncontrollable desire to feel it again, to see if it was the same or if it had, somehow, changed since it was in her hole. And if it would go in again.
I'm not that kind of woman! She told herself she wasn't. But then, she had to face the other problem; what kind of woman was she?
Other women fucked! It was normal to let a man put his penis in her vagina. It was abnormal not to.
Ruth Ann didn't know anything anymore, though. She wanted to be fucked and didn't. She wanted to love and be loved-but didn't know how.
And then Tom Jennings was moving across the room toward her. His hand undid the belt at her waist and his fingers unsnapped her brown skirt and let it flutter down to the floor around her ankles. A cool breeze from an open window coiled around her naked buttocks and played in the sweaty space between her thighs. His hands pulled the clinging yellow jersey over her head and then he unsnapped her bra and let her tits tumble free to quiver like appetizing desserts topped by lush cherries on her chest.
Jennings buried his face between the twin mounds and began kissing the soft flesh as he steered Ruth Ann back toward the hotel bed. "There's a lot about sex you're going to learn, baby," he said softly. And then he was pushing her down in the bed and his lips traveled down the smooth, gently rounded expanse of her beautiful lower belly until his tongue slithered between her pulsating cunt lips and plunged deep into the steamy heart of her sex hole. His hands separated her hot thighs and his tongue flailed in and out, sucking her syrup, and Ruth Ann lay back and shut her eyes.
Oh, dear god, she thought. I've sinned. And now ... oh, this is the worst thing I've ever done. This ... to let a man stick his tongue in my TWA T. To use me this way. To do this vile, evil thing ... I love it!
"Oh, GOD, I love it. I love it! Do you hear me?" Ruth Ann writhed on the bed and pressed her hips up against Tom Jennings' face and loved the feeling of his tongue stabbing into her. And she thought then, that maybe if she gave it a try, she could love Tom Jennings just a little bit. Just a little.
In the hotel lobby the ferret-faced man in the loud checked suit sat in a phone booth mopping perspiration from his face. It was hot and close in the booth and the hotel counterman kept looking sour at him as if he were some sort of hood.
The operator put the call through and he heard it ringing at the other end. And then there was the click of it being picked up.
"Hello!"
"Asshole," the ferret-faced man said. "She got off the train with some guy here in Cooleyville and they're shacked up in a flea bag. What now, wiseguy?"
There was a long pause on the phone.
"Don't panic!" Wayne Baker's voice threatened to become shrill.
"Yeah. Sure." The man in the phone booth thought about taking his jacket off. But then changed his mind. He wouldn't be in the phone booth long enough for it to make any difference. That asshole Baker!
"Look, she's hot to trot. But she's skittish. I've never been wrong, right?"
"If you say so, Mr. Smarts."
"As soon as this guy-he's a pickup, he's got to be a pickup-slides it up her twat a few times she's going to shy away. Or he will. She'll be cold meat then. Look, I had her against the wall and could have fucked her brains out in that railroad depot-if she has any. So that's what this stud is doing. Let him fill her full of juice and then do your thing, Lonny. Be a good boy, all right?"
"What do you want me to do, take movies?"
"Fuck you!" Baker said, and hung up.
Lonny stared in the telephone speaker and mumbled, "You too, punk," and hung it up. He left the booth and sat down in the lounge and thought about the ash blonde all hot and sweaty in bed, waiting for him to fill her cunt or her mouth or her asshole with his prick. His hands got hot, thinking about it. Lonny was an asshole man and she had a beautiful butt. He got hard just daydreaming about opening her butt cheeks and revealing her anus and pressing his cockhead against that rosy red hole....
"Hey, Mac, you want some place to sleep tonight, we got rooms upstairs for that!"
Lonny glanced up from his daydream and the desk clerk was standing over him, glowering. He looked rough in his shirt sleeves and beard stubble.
Lonny dipped a hand in his coat pocket and stared back in the evil way he's learned to do to make up for his lack of size. There was a sharp click, like a switchblade being opened in somebody's pocket. "Fuck off, freak face," Lonny said. "I'm waiting for a friend."
The clerk glared and then he shrugged and went back into the cubicle with the keys, putting the counter between them. "No sleeping in the lounge," he muttered.
"Fuck you," Lonny snarled again. Then he went back to thinking about cornholing that good-looking blonde. The best part was when he shoved his dick up their assholes for the first time. He bet the blonde would scream about it. That was when they were tightest-the first time it went in. And kept in the blonde's asshole would be all mushy and hot feeling.
Lonny liked riding virgin butts-but it didn't matter. He could make a veteran asshole fucker wiggle like a snake when he had his cock up her shit chute. Hot and mushy and wonderful when he pumped his juice in them.
Idly Lonny ferret-face put his hand on his hard bone and stroked it and wondered if the stud upstairs was going to use his can opener on the blonde's beautiful behind. He hoped not. He wanted that pleasure himself!
CHAPTER SIX
Ruth Ann lay on her back staring up at the ceiling and the red bars of light that were thrown there by the hotel sign that flashed on and off outside the window. Her tits were solid hillocks on her chest, projecting up, the nipples hard and pointed. Her belly writhed in furious anticipation.
Tom Jennings knelt between her parted thighs and he ran his tongue up and down the insides of her thighs, from her crotch to the inside of her knee and back again. She was glad she shaved her legs regularly. His tongue slid so smooth on her glassy flesh it was like silk and velvet.
Electric sparks shot through her body as his tongue neared the swollen mound of her cunt. Her thighs quivered and her legs wrapped around his head, drawing his mouth tight down to her heated quim.
"That's the way," she panted. "Suck my cunt. Eat it. Chew it. Oh, fuck, stick your tongue up my slot and wiggle it around. Ooooh, my god!"
She arched her back and rubbed her swollen pubes against Tom Jennings' face and felt his lips pushing against her sensitive cunt and his tongue twisting inside her slot and she cried out and arched up as her juice boiled in her and her orgasm made her cunt lips clench and gum the intruding tongue. "Ooo, ooo, oooo, harder, deeper," she moaned.
Jennings tried. He wagged his head back and forth, spearing his tongue into her twat with greater force. His hands played with her crotch and as his lips shaped themselves around her clitoris he shoved a finger up her cunt. It slid in like it was greased until she was plugged.
"Oh, do it some more, honey," she groaned. Her fingers tangled in his dark brown hair and she managed to control his movements more, guiding his head so his tongue played like fire in her trembling slot.
Orgasm after orgasm welled in Ruth Ann and lanced through her hot body. She was riding on a mattress of fingers and tongues and hot lips doing things in the dark to her lower body that she couldn't see-that she could only know by feeling them, though she wanted to see!
Her beautiful ass twitched and writhed and heaved as Tom Jennings got his head free.
"More!" Ruth Ann cried out thickly, aware only of her need.
Tom Jennings was aware of his, too. His cock was swollen until it threatened to explode. He loved having his hot tongue in her passion pit. But that wouldn't make him shoot his cream. It made him hot, but his cock in her cunt was the remedy for his own burning desire to possess her.
Roughly he caught her legs and lifted them up to his shoulders. Then he leaned over her and lined his cock up with her saliva slick cunt.
"What are you doing?" Ruth Ann asked, suddenly aware of the room again and the flashing red hotel sign and the way her legs were in the air and the weight driving against the undersides of her soft, white thighs.
And then she was thinking about the beautiful thick sex stick Tom was pushing in her turned up hole. For the first few moments, it seemed like she was tight and holding the bulging head of his cock out with just the strength of her pressed together cunt lips. But that was illusion.
Suddenly Tom Jennings lunged forward and his cock rammed her poor, defenseless cunny and drove searingly down her fuck tube until she was crammed to the brim full. She was so full she could barely breathe. It seemed his penis head shoved against her lungs she was so full.
And then he was pulling out, slowly, deliberately. Her cunt walls collapsed around his retreating cock. Her twat lips sucked and gasped at his greasy rod, but couldn't stop it.
"I need cock," Ruth Ann suddenly screamed. She meant she wanted him to put it back in, to fill her aching void with male meat again-immediately.
In the darkness, Ruth Ann could only see the flex and push of Tom Jennings' muscles as dark hollows and lights. He was panting and groaning as he rode his hips frantically in and out of her saddle, impaling her on every down stroke on the stiffness of his cock.
"Yeah," she screamed, "that's the way I need it. That's the way I want it. Give it to me. Plunge it in to me. Fill me up with your cock. Oh, Christ, that's so good. Don't stop, Tom. Please, don't stop ever!"
But the frantic pace couldn't go on forever. Tom Jennings felt his response building in his crotch, stoked by the frantic rubbing of soft female flesh on his own masculine hardness. He corkscrewed his hips and felt her wild response before he even heard her ecstatic scream of shrill pleasure.
And then he was pounding his meat into her frantically-forgetting all about her nervous cries and responses. His come was boiling in his balls and it had to get out-the hard way, if necessary!
He plunged down and felt his cockhead strike bottom. It pounded against the end of her womb. The shock rocked both of them. Her cunt convulsed in an uncontrolled climax. The final blow had done it and her sex tube was a scalding pipe around his penis, sucking him to oblivion.
His white semen sprayed in sporadic jets of hot froth from the end of his cock, buried deep in Ruth Ann's quivering flesh. The force of his ejaculation shook even him. To Ruth Ann, it was like a fire hose pouring out hot steam was unleashed in her vagina. There was no holding back against it.
She fainted, and revived, and fainted again. She was ecstatic.
Exhausted, Tom Jennings leaned over the blonde's hot body, his cock pumping his hot come into her slot and her sex tube with such force that it squirted back out and dribbled down her crotch to puddle in the crack of her innocent, soft ass. But Ruth Ann was too worn out to respond to the semen drip.
For a long time they lay together that way. Even when Jennings' penis softened in her gripping sc.. hole they stayed glued together, he with his pecker a hostage in her twat, powerless to escape.
"I've got to go to the bathroom-get up," Ruth Ann murmured finally. She twitched under the weight of Tom Jennings' body as feeling returned.
It was as if she had escaped to heaven and come back. Ruth Ann felt nothing one minute, then the next feeling was heavenly.
He stirred and she felt his cock pulling out of her sex hole and she felt sorrow. She wanted to keep it there forever-never let it go again. She had a sudden fantasty of the two of them going through life glued together by his cock shoved in her twat, their pubic hairs meshing. It was ridiculous, but it made a warm, sexual glow start in her middle and spread back to her empty vagina. Just thinking about such things was titillating her again.
Tom's cock had pulled out of her cunt trailing a line of semen across her thigh. She didn't need a light. The flashing hotel sign was enough to see by and she staggered to the bathroom on unexpectedly weak legs.
The bathroom light was almost like a physical blow when it went on. The stark whiteness of the bathroom in the glaring overhead light destroyed the sexy mood and as Ruth Ann sat on the toilet cleaning Jennings' come from her twat with handfuls of water from the sink, she wondered just how she could act that way.
What's changed in me? she asked herself. I'm a nymphomaniac now!
How can I want him to fuck me some more? It's not possible! I know it isn't. Her fingers, cool with water, against her cunt confirmed the terrible soreness that covered her whole crotch and particularly her cunt lips.
She was thinking such thoughts when Tom Jennings entered the bathroom.
Jennings wore only his socks, all that he hadn't taken off before sucking and fucking Ruth Ann. His cock, surprisingly, was only half soft. He strode across the bathroom and stood in front of her, as if waiting.
"What do you want, Tom?" she asked innocently, not suspecting anything.
"It's your turn," Jennings said. He stared down at her and licked his lips. He figured now was the time to teach her everything. Another day and he was sure she would leave him, despite the way she'd responded sexually.
Somehow, Tom Jennings had seen the deep streak of puritanism that ran through Ruth Ann's-being, and he wanted to root it out now-before she did anything foolish that could hurt them later. He realized he had meant it, saying he was in love with her in her office when he practically finger raped her. And now he had to do something or risk losing her by doing nothing.
The same impetuousness which had cost him his job was driving him to make certain of Ruth Ann in that instant. And he wasn't even sure he was doing the right thing, which made his task doubly difficult.
"My turn to-do-what?"
Suddenly Ruth Ann was looking at his sticky cock only inches away from her face and she tightened up. "You don't mean you want me to...?"
"That's right," Jennings said. "Suck it. Suck my cock bone clean. Give me a blow job just like I gave you. Put it in your mouth and suck it."
He wiggled his prick with his hand and Ruth Ann stared at it doubtfully as she realized it was getting longer and harder as they waited.
"I can't do it," she suddenly said. There was nothing else to say.
"Of course you can. Just open your mouth like this," and Jennings' strong hand was cupping her jaw and opening her lips, "and I'll put it in like this and there ... that's all there is to it-almost." He grinned at her.
Ruth Ann almost gagged. Her mouth was full of foul tasting cock and she remembered it had been in her dirty hole only a little while earlier. And on top of that, it was coated with Tom's sticky white fluid.
"Mmmpph," she mumbled. But Tom had taken the precaution of holding her head with his hands so she couldn't spit his dick out once he got it in.
And then Ruth Ann was sucking on it, drawing in with her lips and washing it with her saliva and cleaning it the way he had asked. It wasn't as bad as she had thought. The first moments her mouth was awash with strange, acrid flavors. But as she swallowed her saliva and made more there was only the pleasant taste of his flesh in her mouth and the unusual sensation of his penis growing longer and rounder and filling her lips more and more completely.
Tom had her head and guided her mouth up and down his sex stem. He groaned and flexed his hips. His cock pressed against the back of her throat and worked there and he suddenly discovered he was going to be able to come a second time. And this time in Ruth Ann's lovely, lovely mouth!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sucking cock wasn't so bad, Ruth Ann told herself after Tom Jennings' cock was in her mouth for a while. The feel of it between her lips or filling her mouth was sort of like having a lush prick in her twat. The same erotic feeling engulfed her, flowed through her body and made her want to fuck. She didn't like doing it because he was making her-forcing her to do it. But it wasn't all that bad. In fact, she could like it if she tried.
And then Tom was moving his hips and his penis slid in and out between her lips in a counterfeit fucking motion. She sucked it and stroked it with her tongue, and that seemed to make it better for him because he increased the speed of his hip movement. "Suck it," he groaned. "Suck it!"
Harder and harder his hips flailed back and forth. His cock grew stiffer with each passing moment. The fat glans struck the back of Ruth Ann's mouth and made it more sensitive. Her saliva bubbled around his gliding stem.
"Oh, oh, oh," Tom said and his fingers tightened on her head.
Ruth Ann struggled as she felt her lips mashing against his pelvis, his cock jammed so deep in her throat that she couldn't breathe. Her fingers had unconsciously wrapped themselves around his throbbing balls and she stroked the soft sac, pressing it against her chin as she sucked deeply on his penis and at the same time stroked his cockhead with her tongue.
Without warning, it seemed, the floodgates of Tom's come opened.
Thick, hot, creamy fluid spurted from the end of his cock into Ruth Ann's siphoning mouth. She sucked the sweet nectar and it seemed she was pulling Tom inside out with the force of her lips and her mouth. She loved it, and she showed it, sucking and sucking and sucking until he hurt he was so dry. But Tom Jennings didn't complain. Not in the least. Not then!
Slumping to his knees in front of her, he spread her beautiful thighs with his hands and leaned forward and suddenly darted his tongue between Ruth Ann's legs and plunged it into her stove hot slit!
"Oh, my god," Ruth Ann cried and almost fainted from ecstasy.
What was happening was so unbelievably vile that she didn't know how she should-or could-react. Other than a total paralysis that flooded her and a terrible, aching sexual feeling, there was nothing she could do.
She couldn't even get away. She was pinned on the toilet and had to let his tongue roam over her aching pussy. Even the touch of his tongue against her silky pubic hair was enough to electrify her vibrant crotch!
Then Tom pulled his head out from between her spread legs.
"Piss while I eat your cunt," he ordered. "Pee in my mouth!"
"I can't," Ruth Ann choked. "I couldn't possibly do anything so utterly unspeakable. Please, Tom, don't make me do that awful thing."
"Do it!" he ordered. "Do it, or I'll pee in your mouth."
Ruth Ann gulped and her mouth was suddenly acrid with the taste she could only imagine. She thought she wouldn't be able to do as he said and he would do as he threatened, but it didn't work out that way at all.
As soon as Tom Jennings' tongue was back at work in her slit like a super soft finger prowling her sex channel, she seemed to open up. Perhaps it was the threat-or a secret yearning to do what he had indicated he wanted-but the pee gushed out of Ruth Ann's cunt in a hard, yellow stream.
It splattered from Jennings' tongue and burned her flesh where it touched Ruth Ann. But once she started, it seemed she couldn't stop.
Tom's fingers roughly grasped her buttocks and pulled her forward off the toilet seat, forcing her to stand over him still trailing a stream of urine between her legs that splattered over his naked body. She tried to stop, but she couldn't. She just kept on pissing and seeing it spray all over the bathroom and Tom. And she thought then that she hated him!
And still the pee kept coming and Ruth Ann sobbed as she tried to shut it off-but it poured out of her. And in a perverse way she felt a sort of gladness in her that she could pee on him, that she could make him grovel in front of her and suffer the way she felt she'd been made to suffer.
Finally the flow stopped and Tom Jennings rose from his knees and pressed his urine wet body against her and kissed her and she tasted and smclled her own sex and excrement mixed in his mouth. She shivered and broke away from him. "No!" she said. "You're filthy, perverse!" And then she turned and escaped from the bathroom into the bedroom.
Tom Jennings stared after her salacious buttocks going away from him, like ball bearings working against each other, and momentarily he thought of fucking her in the ass. And then he realized he wasn't up to that-at least, not at that particular moment.
Sighing, regretting that he'd lost the psychological moment to do it, he ran water in the short bathtub that graced the bathroom. He figured a good soak would bring him around-and he could lure Ruth Ann back into the bathroom with a promise of some clean, soapy water. She wasn't half as mad as she pretended, and he was sure that she more than half enjoyed what he'd made her do. She'll be no more hypocrite about sex after this, he told himself, than I am! And it was understandable that he overestimated his hold on Ruth Ann's emotions as he lowered himself into the tub and felt the hot water rise up around his balls and strained cock.
Ruth Ann listened to the running water, then the splashing of Tom's body into the tub. Selfish bastard, she thought bitterly because of his occupancy of the tub. But that wasn't what she meant, and she knew it.
She couldn't believe that any man could act the way Tom had with her without being deranged. She remembered his touching-I love you-in the office and she would have gladly killed him at that moment.
And then it came to her. While he was in the tub playing with his cock like some little boy, he didn't control her anymore. Not in the least.
Hastily, Ruth Ann pulled her clothes on, not minding that she was pantiless under her short skirt. She was just giddy with the knowledge that she was finally free.
At the door, she stood for a long, final moment with her hand on the knob. It felt like a swollen prick head. And she couldn't turn it. She didn't want to leave-to sneak out in the middle of the night without a word.
Silly bitch! After what he did to you, how can you stand like an ass thinking about giving him another chance to rape or pervert you?
She shook her head. It was her chance. Her cunt still tingled from the sucking and fucking he'd given it-against her will. He had forced her. Standing there, she told herself that over and over again. She didn't like his long, thick prick meat forced between her cunt lips. She didn't like him eating her snatch. She didn't like sucking his cock. She didn't!
She yanked the door open and was out and slamming the door in one fast movement. She practically ran down the stairs and out into the street.
Tom Jennings heard the door slam and his heart sunk between his toes in the hot back water and he knew he'd fucked up. He was out of the tub and running for the door, his cock flopping naked in the breeze as he yanked the door open and stepped out in the hall, dripping water on the threadbare carpet. "Ruth Ann!" he called. But the corridor was empty.
A door across the hall opened and a middle-aged brunette woman looked out. Her face was long and pleasant and when she looked at Tom Jennings' crotch her face smiled and her tongue came out and licked all the way around her carmine lips. Hungrily!
Startled, Tom Jennings stared back and he felt his cock rising as he thought about the woman's eager looking mouth. And then he jumped back in the room and started to throw on clothes even though he was still wet.
In the lobby, Lonny was starting to sneer at the unnerved desk clerk. He had taken the long-bladed switchblade out of his pocket and was paring his nails with spiteful glances at the counterman when the blonde rushed down the stairs and out the door like Hell was after her.
Hastily, Lonny grabbed his jacket from where he'd thrown it and took off after her, almost at a run.
Shit, he thought, that goddamn Baker called it again. And he wasn't sure whether he was happy that he was going to get the blonde after all, or pissed that he didn't have something to throw on that smart-assed punk.
And then he was in the night air and he remembered the gleaming knife in his hand and he folded it up as he ran and put it in his pocket. The girl ran back to the train depot, and Lonny trailed along close behind.
When she was inside, he slowed to a walk and went in and stood behind her as she stared broken-hearted at the schedule of trains coming and going and realized nothing was going to go anywhere that late at night.
After that, it was no problem at all to ask her if she needed a lift and get her into the rental car he got from the little agency across the street. Once in the car, driving across town with the street lights flashing down on them, it seemed only natural for his hand to fall on her thigh and slid up her leg under her skirt.
Lonny almost pissed in his pants, he was so excited to discover that she was pantyless. It only took an instant for his fingers to find her slot and slip inside the warm, hot, wet tunnel and start to play with her.
"Don't," Ruth Ann murmured. But she was exhausted. And what, it seemed to her, did it matter if another finger got into her tight little nooky? It was as if she'd had an army in there already. One more couldn't hurt. At least, that's what she told herself.
But Lonny didn't care what she thought. He greased his finger in her sex hole and in moments he was playing with her shapely butt and she only cried out a little when he stuck his finger in her rear. That was okay with him. He had her under control, riding her asshole on his probing finger. It was a long drive to where they were going and his cock was bone hard and he wondered if he could go it with the girl on his lap, her asshole jammed tight down on his cock all the way!
CHAPTER EIGHT
In the hotel lobby, the desk clerk was shaking as he dialed the police. Tom Jennings was coming down the stairs as the clerk reported the man who had chased the voluptuous blonde into the street with a knife.
It was logical to Tom to try the railroad station. Ruth Ann had the railroad pass and it stood to reason she would have headed there to "escape". A janitor sweeping up remembered the blonde. Across the street, the lights of the 24-hour car rental agency beckoned.
Behind the desk was a pretty girl with the kind of blonde hair that came out of a bottle and a pert smile that said she was bored with sitting all alone at the rental agency waiting for customers. She was wearing a kind of two-tone blue uniform with a short skirt and when she crossed her long, slender legs Tom saw a flash of blue panties bulging moistly between her thighs. "Can I do anything to help you?" she asked, her voice throaty.
"Yes! I'm ... I'm looking for my...! my wife."
"So are a lot of men!" The pretty clerk smiled and lowered her eyelashes. Her thighs spread open a little and for a moment Tom Jennings was again looking at her baby blue panties. He noticed there was a moist stain spreading out from the middle-a tell tale trace of liquid. "There are better things to do than waste your time chasing an errant wife," she said.
"She's ash blonde," Jennings said desperately. He couldn't keep his eyes off the girl's electric crotch. He wondered what color her cunt hair was under the panties, whether her pussy lips were pink or red? He knew he was going to find out, no matter what else he did or didn't do.
"Oh, well, if you'll come with me maybe we can look it up."
"Just in the last few minutes," Jennings said desperately. The girl was walking away from him and her buttocks writhed under her short skirt. He was hypnotized by the shape of her butt, two smooth, round globes of flesh that bobbled in cadence. Jennings wanted to kiss them, to put his fingers between them and feel her crotch close hot and sticky on his hand.
He followed her. He wanted an answer-needed it. At least that was his excuse, even when the girl asked him to hold the stepladder so that she could climb up to a storage shelf.
As she climbed by him, he was aware of the odor of her perfume, the softness of her young body. The proud pout of her breasts was accented by the lush turn of her hip, the warmth of her whole body.
It was an inner compulsion. He couldn't fight it and his fingers curled around the shapely ankle that was at chest level and his fingers stroked upward. And he gently pressed his face against the flesh of her stocking covered thigh. He was breathing heavily and hotly.
"What are you doing?"
The girl looked down from her high perch and seemed unperturbed as he ran his lips up her thigh and then around to the inside of her leg. And then his tongue was caressing the soft insides of her thigh and he was pushing her skirt up and out of the way. His nose was filled with her odor.
Sighing, the girl looked down and said, "My name is Jane!"
And then she sighed again-heavily. His fingers had found her stocking tops and slid over the naked white flesh above them to the plump, stuffed blue panties. Easily he began working them down over Jane's hips and she helped and they pulled off, baring the soft brown triangle of pubic hair. His eyes were almost next to it and the sharp cleft in Jane's flesh was obvious to Tom. A gash that called for further action.
His tongue stroked out and brushed her fur down and then his sharp tongue tip was pressing between the rubbery lips of her sex and she was gasping loudly while he drove his tongue up her convulsing sex hole.
"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "Give it to me, you darling man. I was soooo lonely-until you came!" And she pressed her pelvis out and against his face and Tom Jennings was overwhelmed with sudden eagerness.
His hands circled her hips and clutched her naked butt and drew Jane's pussy tight against his mouth. It bulged satisfactorily and seemed to fit his lips.
It was sort of like biting down on a skinned orange. Jane's pretty pussy opened immediately and her wet deluge of sex juice poured tangy and pure into his mouth. His tongue shoved inside her and her cunny squeezed his tongue harder and harder the deeper it went.
Jane's hands found his head and held it as she seemed to flow down his face. The soft, sexy mound of her bare belly passed wetly over his lips and across his eyes. Then her belly button ... His tongue ravished it.
Her blouse dragged up and his lips discovered one soft, warm breast and laved it until it was wet and the nipple was hard and pointed. Then his mouth rose to fasten over the pink tip and pull and tug it.
Tom Jennings' mouth seemed to find the shape of the girl's, Jane's, breast to its liking. He rolled the nipple in his mouth and she groaned and mouthed her pleasure, her arms wrapped around his head.
"Be sweet to me, darling," Jane cooed. She floated like a butterfly in his arms, settling toward the floor, her pelvis pressed tight against his body, drawing a line of moisture down his front.
"Suck, suck, suck my titties. Oh, I like that. Just like that. Suck Janie's dumplings, sweetheart. Oh, ohhhhh, yeah," she whimpered.
Bending his head, Jennings held on to her sweet, soft breast as he let her body descend, floating down to his rigid cock. He stiffened as he felt her super soft gash rubbing against his sensitive glans.
"Get it down there. Slide it over my cock, baby," he groaned. "Do it like you mean it. I want your pussy all the way over me. One hundred percent. Don't stop, hold on with that greasy cunt now. Now! NOW!!!"
Her slit had opened and like a mouth squeezed and sucked the warm, hard length of his cock into itself. Tom Jennings wiggled with delight as the soft lips traveled down his joint, stopping only when they pressed eagerly against his hairy groin. He flexed his hips and his pelvic bone banged hard against Jane's rigid little clitoris and her hungry cunt lips flexed earnestly around the base of his pounding prick.
How can I do this? Tom Jennings asked himself. My cock is still slippery with Ruth Ann's cunt grease. But, God, I like it. I love it. The feeling of this girl's quint is fantastic sliding up and down my cock, stroking it into oblivion. Yeah! Yeah! Fuck! All I want to do is find out where Ruth Ann's gone. That's why I'm doing this-poking this girl's slippery twat.
And then the pair was in the aisle and Janie was on her back, her legs wrapped tightly around Tom Jennings' waist, pulling her hungry nether mouth up to engulf his pecker as her breasts rubbed against his shirt front.
Her blue skirt flared and flapped with each frantic bump and grind as her hips pounded his, sucking noisily at his rigid, hard boner!
The high file stacks stood sentinel around them, guarding them as they rolled and fucked in the aisle on the carpet.
"Let me have your juice," she whispered desperately in his ear.
"Oh, yeah, baby!" Tom Jennings felt like his head was exploding, and then there was the sweet relief of his penis swelling and his cock head slit squeezing open and gushing out the full fury of his come into her gaping vagina. His pecker throbbed to the hot beat of his semen spraying into her.
"Give it to me," she gasped. "All of it. Oh, I really love the feeling of hot pecker juice. Yes! Yes, it feels wonderful, like a cannon shooting it into me. Don't stop. Don't! Keep it coming forever. Forever!"
She tightened her grip around his neck and squeezed desperately against him, pulling his pecker deeper and tighter into her, holding him so that not a drop of cum escaped from her twitching, pulsing sex lips.
When she was satiated, she let her arms slide off Tom's body and she sprawled on her back, staring up at the distant ceiling. "I'm all fucked out," she said, as if surprised. "God, even my pussy hurts wonderful."
"Mine doesn't," Tom joked. He smiled down at her as he got up.
"Yours sure does, honey," Jane said. Her eyes were still closed as she savored the aftermath of their wild lust. "And it's down here!"
Tom put his hands down to her and hauled her to her feet.
"God, I bet I look a mess, don't I?"
"Luscious," Tom said. He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a hot kiss that traveled from his toes up into his cock and threatened to make it hard again, even though it had had several strenuous workouts.
"You're looking at my pussy," the rental girl accused.
"That's luscious, too," Tom said. "Good enough to eat...."
"Even with your come dribbling out of it?" She acted surprised.
"Especially!" Tom smiled and licked his lips. He had a long tongue.
Janie shivered inside. She'd never before met a man so overtly sexual, one who seemed to live for sex-any and all kinds of sex. She also felt all trembly in her cunt. She realized that she wanted that thick, long tongue sliding up her greasy channel, opening her up and tickling her ovaries.
"I ... I've got to get back to work." She glanced toward the front.
Tom smiled warmly at her. It was hard to get his mind off her fantastic little crotch, but he managed for the moment. "You were going to do something for me. See if my wife had been in. Remember?"
The girl smiled. "Yes," she said. Her eyes were hot enough to melt him, though. "I remember. But the only ash blonde who came in all night was with a man-a little weasel in a checked coat. Lonny something. And she couldn't be your wife. I mean," and she said it warmly, "no woman would go off with another man when she had someone who could fuck like you at home!"
"Could you look it up?" He smiled warmly at her-thanks for her compliment. "It just might be my wife. Things haven't been-smooth-between us for a long while. You know, not like it was between us!"
Janie looked ruefully at her rumpled clothes and said, "Lover, nothing could be just like it was between us. Nothing at all!"
CHAPTER NINE
Janie plucked the last rental agreement out of the pile and looked at it. 'There isn't a whole lot of business this late at night." She smiled, as if apologizing that the company didn't get swarms of blondes for him to choose from-instead of giving him an obvious runaway with another man.
"I know," Tom Jennings said. And indeed he did. Whatever Ruth Ann did, he knew he was responsible for it. He had fucked her, awakened her sexuality and thrown her values into total confusion. And now, he was certain, she was running from him. But where, he figured, she didn't know either.
"Lonny Dekamal," Janie read from the form. She gave Tom an address in Chicago that sounded suspiciously like a hotel with apartment service. "They probably won't go there," Janie said. 'The mileage rate would eat them up driving all the way to Chicago. And he didn't take the car out as a one way. He probably intends to return it here. So ... a motel maybe...." Janie shrugged and it made her pretty little breasts bobble. She still had the grace to blush-though Tom had seen more than titties bobble.
"He'll come back?" Tom asked slowly, thinking it through.
"Probably. If they've gone to a motel. I'm ... sorry," Janie added.
"What for?" Tom smiled disarmingly at her. "So they can fuck a little like we did? Don't be selfish. If that's what they want to do, more power!" He managed to look convincingly crustfallen, hurt, as if the idea wounded him.
When Tom told her he was from out of town, Janie looked at him in a different light, remembering the wonderful vibrations of pleasure that had flowed into her cunt from his throbbing cock. "Why don't you stay at my place tonight?" she asked. "I'll call you if they come back and you can come down and at least talk to your wife. You look all bushed out ... lover...."
"I couldn't." Tom felt uneasy, lying to the pretty clerk the way he was, and then being invited to take advantage of her board as well as her bed. But in the end, Janie prevailed. Tom Jennings was literally too fucked out to argue!
They were in the car, driving for what seemed a long time, before Ruth Ann collected her thoughts enough to ask, "Where are we going?"
Everything was so strange to the girl. She felt like she was being abducted the way they were rushing mindlessly through the night.
Oh, I wish he'd take his finger out of my asshole! Ruth Ann thought. It was such a lascivious thing for him to do to her, a total stranger. It would have been bad enough if he'd stuck it in my cunny, but he must think I'm a terrible tramp to go putting it in my butthole that way. I shouldn't stand for it. I should make him take it out or scream or something. It DOESN'T really feel that good. It DOESN'T!
Ruth Ann struggled with her inner person. Somehow she was afraid of the little man in the checked coat and even if his finger was hard and uncomfortable in her cringing asshole as they rode, she knew there were worse things. And for some reason she was afraid he could think of them too.
What have I got myself into? Tom. Tom, it's all his fault. If he hadn't been so terrible-so lurid-everything would have been all right. Why couldn't he have just fucked me. That was good. I liked that part of it.
Her mind jumped back to the terrible moments in the hotel. Seen in retrospect they didn't seem so terrible. His cock and fingers in her cunt, his tongue. She squirmed on the seat and felt Lonny's finger moving in her squishy ass and was embarrassed, but that didn't stop her from shaking her butt in remembered response to the tonguing she'd gotten from Tom.
That part of it, she admitted to herself, was sensation. His long, thick tongue up her twat was unbelievable. Her insides were sweaty with pleasure now-after it was all done and gone. She wished she were back in the hotel room instead of here, out in the street in a car with a strange, weird man, driving to some destination she didn't know.
If only he hadn't made her suck his dick. It was all icky and smelly and gooey with her juice and his come. She was still mortified, remembering the way she'd sucked it clean, licking her tongue around the soft, almost pulpy head of his prick. Sucking until she'd gotten some more of his juice. She remembered that part all right, with lust....
That would have been okay, she told herself. If only he hadn't done the other, made her piss into his mouth as he was tonguing her cunt and cleaning her slit out. That was dirty. Filthy. Perverted!
She knew she could never forget the horrible feeling of his tongue climbing sensuously up her slit and twisting in there and making her insides vibrate with strange, forbidden pleasure. And then, when he had ordered her to piss and she thought she couldn't her body had been so eager to betray her true feelings. The piss had literally spurted out of her, as if she were excited to be doing it-in fact, wanted to do it as he suggested.
Ruth Ann closed her eyes and groaned. The hot, yellow piss shooting out of her against his tongue to splatter on her underside and burn there seemed to still be on her legs-burning and itching to beat anything.
It was possible! He had taken a bath. She hadn't! Anything was possible, Ruth Ann told herself. But she wished she hadn't run as she did.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Lonny smiled over at her. It was really something, the way that Wayne Baker picked them. He had a talent for knowing when a broad was eager to get her twat stuffed and was all fucked up about it. But he should complain. She'd been sitting on his finger for ten minutes without a complaint, and all that time Lonny's dick had been bone hard.
He knew he couldn't have her snuggle her asshole over his cock while he drove. He bet it was a virgin asshole and all the struggling she'd do would probably put them in a ditch. But he was still hard and feeling it. It was only right that she should do something for him after all he had done for her, wasn't it. Damn right, he told himself. And then he told her what he wanted!
"I can't do that!" Ruth Ann whimpered back to him.
"You can and you will," Lonny promised her and he twisted his finger in her throbbing asshole until she was sure she could and she would.
It's too filthy, asking me to suck him off, she thought wildly. II he didn't have his finger in my butt, he couldn't make me do it. I wouldn't put my mouth down on his dirty old pecker for anything. I'm not that kind of girl. Really I'm not. I just can't be a slut like he wants me to be!
But Ruth Ann got on her hands and knees in the swaying car and gingerly, using her fingers, unzipped the front of his pants.
She couldn't see his cock in the darkness. But she could smell the ripe, heavy masculine odor filling her nostrils and the car.
"Get with it, cunt," Lonny growled. "Get your fingers in there and get it out! Now!"
She couldn't do anything but obey. His right arm was warm against her back. His finger was hooked cruelly around the curve of her buttocks and in her complaining asshole. She was throbbing back there with a sort of dull, aching pain. And when he wanted to, Lonny twisted his finger in her asshole and made it worse-a whole lot worse and Ruth Ann hated that.
The man's dick popped into her hands and Ruth Ann was surprised by the size of it, the stiffness. Her little hands gripped and squeezed it.
"Suck it," Lonny growled. "Suck it dry before we get where we're going, or I'm going to fuck it dry up your asshole. And you wouldn't like that-would you?" His finger ground around in her butthole and Ruth Ann squealed her complaint. Her asshole throbbed uncomfortably.
Dipping her head, she tried to ignore the smell. Her wet mouth opened and her lips fastened tightly around the flesh of his cock. She sucked his taste into her mouth, her lips and tongue working together to stroke life into his turgid cock meat. His penis filled her mouth making her lips stretch around it to get it all in. Saliva poured wildly into her mouth, hot and slippery, lubricating the motion of his pecker in and out, in and out between her clinging oral lips.
The humming of the car motor, the vibration of the vehicle through the seat and her knees seemed to settle in her crotch and act as a counterpoint to the sharp point of his finger in her asshole.
As she licked and sucked his hot penis, the sensation of a strange kind of pleasure forced its way through her body from her anus. Ruth Ann couldn't exactly say she enjoyed the intruder in her asshole, but it was starting to feel more and more exciting. His finger seemed to be leaking heat into her rectum. Like the dripping of hot water, the sensation grew in her and she swore to herself that her asshole was getting squishier.
At the same time, Ruth Ann hadn't been neglecting Lonny's cock.
What she had started with reluctance was fast growing into a delight. His cock head was a swollen wiener leaking juices that tasted better and better. She wondered to herself if Tom had tasted like this-or if she just hadn't noticed when she was sucking his dick.
The throbbing in Lonny's balls was another source of excitement to Ruth Ann. They literally pulsated. Her fingers couldn't stay away from them and she was constantly lifting and stroking them even as her mouth stretched wide to engulf the full thickness of his pecker. Her lips ached from the exercise and her jaw muscles complained. Her teeth nipped and savaged Lonny's throbbing cock. Her tongue stroked it. Up and down, then circling the distended neck her hot tongue and lips massaged life into his pecker.
Only Lonny's penis didn't need more life. Savagely he jabbed his finger into her rotating asshole and lifted his hips to force his cock balls deep into her mouth. He was on fire. His cock ached with fierce need.
"Suck it, bitch," he ordered. "Mouth fuck it, cock sucker!"
And Ruth Ann worked eagerly to obey. She wasn't sure why-whether fear or pleasure, she couldn't say which drove her. They were mingled feelings. Her hips surged back and forth in time to her mouth sliding up and down on his stem. Her cunt, naked in the darkness, clawed the air in its need to be full of something-cock or finger or tongue ... But full nonetheless!
CHAPTER TEN
Tom Jennings was sleeping in Jane Parker's frilly bed when she got home from the car rental agency. The sun was just coming up and darts of sunlight slipped between the curtains and splashed across the purple cover and across his lean, handsome face.
Just seeing him like that did something to Janie.
I'm not getting fucked enough lately, she told herself. But that didn't change anything. Her knees were weak and she remembered what he'd said about her being eating stuff. How he'd like to ream her twat with his tongue. That, and other things.
The temptation was just too great for the girl. Hastily she ripped off her clothes. The tingle in her cunt was almost too much to bear. Her clitoris had stiffened and was rubbing excitingly against her panties. In a fever she snatched those off and threw them clear across the small bedroom.
Without clothes, Janie Parker was even more mouthwatering than with them. Her breasts were small, but perfect. They wobbled just the right amount and the nipples that topped her creamy delights were big-practically huge for a girl her size with her luscious, small tits.
The girl's waist was tight and small and her hips flared out in beautiful haunches of creamy curves that seemed to focus on the triangle of brown pussy hair between her slightly separated thighs.
Tom Jennings didn't get a chance to appreciate the view. While he was still asleep, Janie crept up on him, silently, and slipped up on the head of the bed. In one smooth movement, she raised her knee over his head and then planted it straddling his face while she was looking down at his feet. And then, slowly and gently, she started to lean forward.
Instead of his feet, her eyes were focused on Tom Jennings' cock and balls, laying flaccid on his thigh as he slept.
Carefully, Janie began stroking his cock with her soft, wet, furry feeling tongue. And even though Tom was still asleep, his cock stirred and stiffened and rose slightly in the air.
When it was high enough, Janie pursed her lips and sucked the rosy tip into her hot mouth. It went right in, filling her mouth with a pleasant, full sensation that made her hungry for more. And more.
Judging from the pulsating of his hot flesh in her mouth, Janie judged the time had arrived for the next step. Tom was going to be wakening soon and there was no time to waste if she wanted to succeed at it. Timing was everything, she told herself. And then amended that. Not quite everything.
Inexorably, Janie's butt lowered over Tom's still sleepslack face.
She didn't want to take her lips from his beautiful cock. She wanted him to wake up being sucked off, so she couldn't look exactly where her cunt was going. But that wasn't necessary. His hot breath bathed her crotch. It was easy for Janie to steer her split down directly over Tom Jennings' mouth and nose, and then rub her slot against those parts of his face.
Tom woke with his lips full of warm meat, his nose rubbing in an eager, heavily woman-scented slit. His reaction was automatic: to raise his head and lick his fuzzy lips at the same time. Which was immedidately.
"Mmmmmmmmm!!!" Janie groaned with delight. It was better than she planned. His head had come up and his tongue had sunk in her quivering cunny as his nose tickled her asshole. And he didn't stop then.
As sleep fled and Tom tasted the perfumed hair around her slot and his tongue roved up and down Janie's hole, he couldn't stop. He thought he was dreaming, but that didn't matter. It was his favorite kind of dream. He didn't know who's pussy he was tonguing-but that didn't matter either. Tom was a cunt hound. And just the warm suck of cunt, any cunt, turned him on. He didn't even realize for a moment that the pleasant, wet feeling around his cock was a sucking, hot mouth. But only for that fleeting moment.
As full awareness overcame him, Tom was able to separate the remarkable pleasure that engulfed him into separate sensations. His cock being sucked, his balls being stroked was one such sensation and his hips began riding up and down, fucking his penis in and out of the hot lips he couldn't see but could only feel.
"Aaah, aaah," Janie sighed as she lifted her mouth from his cock and balls and felt the delightful sucking of his mouth sealing off her engorged hole as he pulled the air from her vagina. It seemed to her she was being pulled inside out by a vacuum cleaner, sucking her dry.
Bending her head down, she sucked eagerly on Tom's cock, returning sensation for sensation the wonderful feeling he was giving her. And when his tongue flicked against her clitoris or jammed her hole she sucked his swollen balls and jacked his cock up and down with her dainty hand.
Tom gasped and groaned, too. It was incredibly fine. For everything he did to her, she did a specific thing to him. He could play his own tune on his cock and balls without ever taking his hands or mouth away from the girl's lovely cunny and crotch and protruding clitoris.
But it was a thousand times better than self-abuse-masturbation.
As he jammed his tongue up her snatch for the hundredth or so rapid time, he felt her convulsing and knew her orgasm was on the way. Reaching down with his hands, he gathered her vibrant titties in his fingers and began milking them with strong, erotic strokes as he rushed her climax on her.
There was need to hurry. His balls felt full to bursting. Too full to hold back. Wonderfully full for a tremendous, hot eruption in her suctioning mouth. He thought about her lovely red lips and wished he could watch and knew they'd do it again so he could-later. But not now!
"Don't stop sucking when I come," he said between sucks on her heaving pussy. He massaged her stiff clitoris with his fingers as the girl bucked on top of his palpitating mouth.
"I won't," Janie cried. "Oh, god help me, I won't stop for anything."
Pure joy flowed through her body. She'd never been so turned on and she could feel his come rising in his cock under her hands and all she had to do was suck and then it came jetting out in a hard, hot stream.
Janie choked a little as the goo hit the back of her throat and flowed in her mouth, but she remembered her vow. Her throat worked to suck the heavy cream down and into her belly. Her lips stripped the turgid cock eagerly, sucking out every drop of juice from it and Tom's balls.
But Janie carely recalled ot felt that part of what was happening. Her twat was twisted in joyous knots. Her climax flowed over and through her and made her cunny twitch and suck back at Tom's probing tongue and suctioning mouth. Her juice was being pulled out of her.
"More, more, more!" she cried thickly, come dribbling down her chin. She was drunk on the stuff, giddy with the excitement of filling her mouth and belly with a man's living seed. And she was drunk with sexual fulfillment. Tom's tongue in her still throbbing twat was fucking joy.
She lay on his body sucking until his cock was so dry it hurt.
"Enough?" Tom cried. "I surrender. I've been fucked to defeat."
"Oh, no." Quickly as she could, Janie moved her languid body around on the bed so she was lying beside Tom and his hands could play with her lovely titties. "I couldn't defeat you, darling. Not ever."
Janie nestled her head against him and stroked his cock and was delighted to see it start to stiffen. She loved the feel of his hands on her breasts. It was almost as good as being fucked. And as she snuggled against Tom's warm body, she began to make plans. She'd never been with a man who reacted so fast or thoroughly to her, or who turned her on so much.
I can let him have my cherry, she thought, my asshole. I've always been scared about it, and I'm still scared. But I want him to have it and I bet he'll make me love getting fucked in the butt. Oooh, I can feel it now, going in until he's stuffing my crack with his balls.
Janie shivered and had to put her hand between her thighs to hold her pee in, she was so excited. "I have to go pee pee," she said Finally.
"From here?" Tom slid his hand down her waist to her crotch and put a big, hard finger up her snatch. And then he wiggled it.
"Oh, yessss," she giggled. And then she said, "no, I've got to go to the bathroom and do it, darling. Not from here. I don't have a mile long prick like you do. I've got to go ... squat on the John." She felt red spots heat up on her cheeks as she talked dirty to him that way. This is silly, she told herself. We're naked together in bed and he's just eaten my snatch raw. What can be dirty about talking about going potty?
She didn't have an answer, but she knew it was dirtier!
"Can I watch. I mean, in the bathroom, watch you take a piss?"
Tom was squeezing her tit and rubbing her sharp-pointed nipple with his thumb when he asked her. He stared down into her face.
"If ... if you want to," she said breathlessly. "It's your pleasure."
"Yes," he said. And then, suddenly he slid off the bed. "I've got to get going. Christ, my wife could show up down at the agency when they bring the car back and if I'm not there...." he let the sentence trail off.
"Don't worry," Janie said. "You've got time to watch me pee pee ... And other things. One of the girls down there promised to call me the minute that car comes back in. She'll stall them around until you can get there."
Janie looked at Tom Jennings and wondered what chemistry it was that made her do these things for him, help him find his wife even while she was burning up with shameful excitement at the prospect of having him watch her in the bathroom. She thought it might be fun to suck his dick while she peed. And then, even more shamefully, she thought about his hot piss splashing on her naked body and in her mouth while she sat on the pot and pissed into the bowl and listened to the crackling of her own water against the porcelain.
For a moment, Janie wondered what incredible thing was happening to her, to pervert her thinking this way. And then she brushed the thought away. If it was perversion, all right, then it was perversion. But she was going to try everything with this man that she could. Everything! And then she was going to try and keep him. For herself!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ruth Ann whimpered. The finger stroking in and out of her twitching butt was a hot poker lifting her to increasing heights of ecstasy. She couldn't believe it was real. She would never before have let any man put his finger in her asshole, or even suggest he wanted to cram his huge cock up that tight hole. Nor would she have believed it possible to enjoy it.
But at the same time her mouth stroked eagerly up and down Lonny's distended cock, her ass bumped and ground and worked her rectum against his probing finger. It was sensational. It seemed like fire was loose in her bowels, causing electric sparks of ecstasy to flare and go out in her butt hole. Her pussy was sopping wet. She was excreting cunt juice like she wanted to put out the fire, to quench the terrible itch in her rear.
The sensation was greater and greater. In that moment, Ruth Ann harbored a secret desire-she wanted him to ram his pulsing, throbbing cock up her butt. She wanted to sit on that thing and take it up her shit chute.
"Ooohhhoooo, moooorreee," she moaned around his saliva slick cock.
She felt the wild pounding of his blood in his penis. It jerked and quivered in her mouth. The movement excited her tremendously. Her tongue stroked across the top of his pecker, again, and again. And then it was different, her tongue was loaded with slippery, sticky come juice.
Eagerly Ruth Ann sucked. Her mouth filled and then her throat. The flow of come was like a thick seeping. It didn't pump into her mouth so much as seem to well up into it and she was drinking it down as fast as it came. "That's the way, you fucking bitch," Lonny cried. "Suck it up. Suck-it-up!" He swiveled his hips and masturbated his cock between her juicy red lips. His balls pressed warmly against her cheek.
Lonny was coming. Not an explosion, his orgasm was an almost gradual loss of cock juice. He knew he could explode, though. Under the right circumstances he could pump his stuff into her like a fire hose.
And she's got what I want. What I need! he told himself.
Ruth Ann was moaning and twisting her head around his cock, like a dog gnawing a bone. Her hands squeezed his pumping balls lovingly.
Yeah, you've got it, baby, Lonny told himself. You've got a tight, slimy cunt and asshole. I'll bet your butt hole is unused by man. At least, until now it was. But that'll change, baby. I'm going to plug your holes front and back and fill you so full you'll shit my come when you walk.
He pushed his finger deep into her squirmy asshole and was rewarded with a hungry groan-a sexual sound that stirred the hair on the nape of his neck and caused his limp cock to straighten in her mouth.
But it was all over for now. For a few minutes the hunger and sex urge fled and his cock was his own and his balls recovered their load.
It was all right with Lonny. The less he had in his balls, the longer he could drill that tight cunt and tiny asshole later. And it wasn't getting off where all the lasting fun was. It was in the screwing-covering the girl's ass with his hips and sliding his eager cock between her soft buns and jazzing her no matter how loud she screamed for mercy, for him to quit.
The car hurtled forward in the darkness, desperately racing to overtake the yellow path of light that ran ahead of it.
Ruth Ann collapsed against the far door, as far away from Lonny as she could get, and wondered what she was getting into. What she was already into. She hurt. Her cunt ached with need, her asshole was sore. Her mouth was pungent with his come and there was no way she could rid herself of the taste.
Her hand drifted down the soft front of her own body, first touching and stroking the soft bulge of her tits. The feeling that surged through her surprised her with its intensity. It was as though a warm electric shock had been applied to her nipple to ignite the depth of her being. She shuddered with obscene pleasure as she touched herself.
How can I do this? Why? she asked herself. I'm no slut. I'm not some sort of whore! I'm not. I'm NOT. This isn't the real me. This is a dream. It's got to be! I couldn't do all the vile, perverted things that have been happening to me!
"Where are we going, Lonny," she asked the driver of the car.
"You'll know when we get there. That's enough for you to know about anything, cunt. And then you won't care anymore where you are!"
Lonny laughed. His voice was shrill and crazy cutting. It scared Ruth Ann and she wished she'd never left that hotel room with Tom Jennings.
The gravel crunched loudly under the car tires as they rolled into the isolated farmyard. The sound woke Ruth Ann from her fitful sleep. "Where are we?" she asked.
Lonny didn't answer. He stopped the motor and got out of the car and took the keys with him.
Desperately, Ruth Ann lunged across the seat and pressed the button down to lock the door. And then she locked the door on her side and sat huddled, shivering as she waited for what was going to happen next. And she wondered if the strange throb between her soft pussy lips was fear-or anticipation. She knew now that Lonny was planning on assaulting her sexually.
The silent driver had made it plain enough. He was going to stick his cock in her ass sooner or later, with or without her approval.
It will kill me, Ruth Ann told herself. His cock is so thick and long-She shuddered and told herself he had to let her go. He had to!
Voices drifted into the car out of the black night and Ruth Ann slid to the center of the seat, swiveling her head back and forth, from side to side. She was shivering with fear and anxiety!
Lonny's face drifted by the window. She heard the sharp click of the door lock, and then she was being dragged out of the car by Lonny and another man-a tall, deep-voiced man who seemed to touch her breasts and cunt dispassionately. But Ruth Ann knew better. The way his fingers felt her breasts, then drifted down to her heaving stomach and lower belly, slid coolly under her skirt and diddled her hot sex lips told Ruth Ann differently. He was like a farmer examining a new cow. Or a brood sow!
Ruth Ann's legs seemed to buckle under her. Her cunt felt loose and empty, as if her insides could slip down through her pussy lips out in the cool night air. And then she fainted, falling against the tall man.
"I guess we're going to have to carry her, doc," Lonny said.
"Unfortunately." The tall man's voice was dry as he added, "I hope you haven't been complicating things for me, Lonny. You wouldn't, would you?"
"Hell, no, doc," Lonny said hastily. "You know me...."
"I know you," Dennis Fellter said. And he felt sick about knowing Lonny as well as he did. But there wasn't much to be said. Lonny knew him, too. If they weren't a pair, at least they deserved each other.
They carried Ruth Ann into the house and laid her on the glistening white table with the straps for her wrists and ankles.
Lonny began stripping her clothes off her. He whistled while he did it, a tuneless melody of appreciation as he pulled off her jersey and revealed her proud, upthrust breasts. The nylon skirt went next and the two men took pleasure in staring at Ruth Ann's beautiful body.
"Wayne picked a good one this time," Dennis Fellter said. He ran his hand up the inside of her slender leg and caressed her knee, then the smooth, white inside of her thigh until his fingers were playing over Ruth Ann's cunt lips. He was pleased by the way her twat responded, even though the girl was unconscious. He slipped a finger in the hot slot and she moaned.
"One of these days that punk is going to get us in trouble," Lonny said. He stared hungrily at Ruth Ann's crack. After the trouble he'd gone through he thought he deserved first go at it.
"Do you job," Dennis said thoughtfully. "He does his."
"Yeah?" Lonny stared at Ruth Ann's crotch. "I don't like his attitude is all, doc. He's going to mess us up, somehow. I feel it."
Dennis was bemused by slipping his finger in and out of Ruth Ann's vibrant cunt. He knew that Lonny was watching with jealousy and he enjoyed the velvet feel of her sex flesh.
"Did you have any trouble-any complications-this time, Lonny?" His question was soft, but Lonny had been around long enough to know that the questions that came back to haunt a man later were usually asked in a soft tone of voice. He willed his eyes away from Ruth Ann's quivering sex hole and the psychologist's probing fingers, wet with the girl's cunny sweat.
"Hell no!" He chuckled nervously. "Smoother than fucking a virgin."
Lonny had made up his mind not to tell the tall man about the guy in the sleazy hotel. Or his even bigger mistake. The guy in the hotel was Wayne's problem-and sooner or later Lonny knew he'd dump it on him. But Lonny had already decided it hadn't been too cool to rush out of the hotel lobby with the knife in his hand. It was the sort of thing a man got remembered for doing. And being remembered wasn't part of his job.
"That's good." The tall man stared at Lonny and smiled. Lonny stared back and smiled weakly. The tall man had showed a lot of teeth.
Reluctantly, Dennis took his finger out of Ruth Ann's satiny twat. "She's yours-for a while," he said and stared down at the girl's bound and naked body. He didn't want to admit it, but he was getting hard.
"Great, boss!" Lonny smiled like he meant it this time. It was different knowing that a beautiful, naked woman tied up on a table was his than if he was just hoping. Hope didn't make his dick stick out of his pants like a cop's stick. His hands were itching to get on the girl's hot skin. He couldn't wait to wiggle his hot body against hers, to start plowing his cock up her tight asshole. The sooner he got started, the better.
He threw his jacket in a corner. He had his shirt off and was unbuttoning his pants when Dennis stepped to the door. "I want you to get back as soon as you can," he said. "We're falling behind schedule."
"As soon as I bunghole her, doc, and get some sleep. Hell, why don't you stay and watch? I ain't going to touch her pussy. That'll be as good as new when I'm done."
"No thanks," the tall man said. He tried not to look offended before he left.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Janie's hands were shaking as she followed Tom Jennings into the small bathroom of her apartment. She was seeing, as if for the first time, his muscular, naked body and his stout, fleshy cock. She felt herself seized by a strange thrill as he stood in front of the toilet and lifted his penis with his fingers. The rubbery cock filled his fingers.
"Can I?" Janie asked as she reached out with her hand.
Tom Jennings smiled. As casually as he could, he unclasped his fingers from his penis and surrendered the task of holding it to the girl.
Touching it this way is different from what I imagined, the rental agency girl suddenly realized as a hot thrill of embarrassment swept through her. I've had his dick in my hands before, and my mouth, but it's somehow different when he's going to urinate out of it.
The girl shuddered as strange thrills surged through her cunt. She felt like she had to go, to piss immediately. "Wait," she murmured softly.
Gliding like a shadow around Tom, she slipped onto the toilet seat. Almost as if in relief, her kidneys released their load. The loud tinkling of her urine into the bowl was shocking in the small room.
Licking her lips, Janie stared straight at Tom Jennings' penis. It was at eye height and bobbed slightly, as if stirred by the beating of his heart. She licked her dry lips again. And then did what she was thinking about.
Jerking her head forward, her pretty red lips opened and closed around Tom's cock. Immediately Janie felt it getting hard in her mouth. Her tongue stroked hard on the swollen head. Her lips caressed the smooth, slick shaft. Up and down, harder and harder her head bobbed in frantic motion designed to draw Tom Jennings' sweet tasting come to the surface.
Tom twined his fingers in her hair, guiding her bobbing head up and down his pulsating cock shaft. It felt good, damn good to have his cock buried in the girl's hot, eager mouth. He felt his glans striking the back of her throat.
"Damn," he groaned, "damn. I'm going to come already."
Janie's greedy mouth couldn't stop. She wanted to feel the hot spurting of his come in her mouth, the throb of his sex stick between her lips. She responded by cradling his soft balls in her hands, rubbing them against her cheeks and chin and nose, sucking his cock deeper into her throat.
Tom cried out. His hips flailed, sliding his cock between her lips faster and harder than she could ever manage by moving her head. And it felt so damn good to Janie that her only reaction was joy. Not outrage that he was using her by fucking her face, using her mouth as a vagina, a cunt!
If her mouth hadn't been stuffed full, the girl would have sobbed for more. She wanted it and needed it. Her cunt had tightened up and stopped the flow of her urine into the toilet but her mouth still sucked.
And then she was being rewarded. A hot flood of come burst from the end of Tom Jennings' pounding cock and his fingers tightened in her hair and pulled her nose against his pelvis and slid his pecker deep into her throat. So deep, Janie almost gagged for a moment before she conquered it and was suddenly swallowing and sucking. Swallowing and sucking.
Hot bliss pervaded her slender body. She didn't object when Tom pulled back and his cock sprang out of her suctioning lips with a pop.
He wasn't done pumping semen yet and it welled out of his cock in long, white strings that draped across her face like windblown spider webs.
"Ooohhh," Janie groaned. Her tongue licked around her face and touched his semen and licked it into her mouth. Where it had been was a hot trace on her skin. Droplets of come still flowed down her blush-red cheeks.
The tension left her and she felt her cunt start to unclamp and her water start to dribble out of her.
"I still have to go," Tom said quietly.
Wordlessly, Janie spread her thighs and scootched back on the seat, leaving a small space, a small target for him to aim at.
His fingers rose toward his cock, but suddenly Janie lifted her hands and grabbed hold of that thick piece of throbbing meat. "Let me do it," she breathed huskily. And then she had his penis and was aiming it as the first hard flow of urine began.
Janie wanted to cry out. Her aim was off and the yellow stream sparkled as it bounced off her lower belly and the urine ran down and soaked her brown pubic hair and then dripped into the bowl.
She corrected her aim and screamed out loud. The hot stream of piss had hit full on her own distended clitoris and it felt like her cunt was being massaged by a hydraulic milking machine. The nipples popped out hard on her tits.
"Ooooh, fuck," she moaned. She clung to his cock with both hands and felt the hot fluid surging through his fuck hose and raised her hips. His urine swept over her cunt, lighting it on fire, inflaming her already hot body to greater ecstasy.
"Piss on me," Janie cried. She raised her hands with his cock in them and his urine swept across her breasts like a hot shower, each droplet burning her skin like a hot needle-particularly around her nipples.
She didn't need to beg Tom to help. He was rooted to the spot by the intense pleasure of having her soft hands wrapped around his pecker. He couldn't have moved if he wanted to. He could barely keep from coming again just at the sight of his hot, yellow piss bouncing from her body.
Roughly he yanked her off the toilet seat and threw her down on the bathroom floor. Her legs were splayed apart and it was easy for him to fall to his knees between them. His sex stick was already hard. Each time she touched it, it had hardened some more. It didn't matter that his balls were drained, Tom knew he was going to get her ass at least once more.
He didn't need any help doing it, though Janie would have been glad to assist. But it was enough that she lay on her back, naked on the bathroom floor, her legs spread open and her cunt lips swollen under her nest of pubic hair. Tom was ready and willing to do the rest.
His cock seemed to remember where her cunny was. Hard like a torpedo, it followed the old path to her urine soaked twat.
"Are you ready?" he whispered in her ear, asking.
"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned in a quavering voice and wrapped her arms around his hips, pulling him down on her and into her gaping sex hole.
It felt sensational for both of them. His thick cock brushed her protecting cunt lips apart like they were wet paper or flower petals. Then his poker was sliding up her hot channel, gliding through the steamy pink sex passage, luxuriating in the intense pleasure that she was giving him.
His cock head took the brunt of the attack. It was being sanded by her velvet cunny walls that seemed to twist and writhe around it until he was ready to cry for mercy. His balls ached, trying to dredge up the semen to inject into her hot sex passage, but there was nothing there to shoot.
Janie cried as loudly as did Tom. His cock was stabbing her, spreading her cunt open, filling it with hot meat. She was being reamed to her very depths. Her hips moved like they were swiveled on ball bearings, her cunt grabbed his cock and sucked on it like a hand. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder," she moaned. "Stick it in me deeper, deeper, DEEPER!"
The shrillness of Janie's voice, her sudden overwhelming sexual urgency flooded Tom and activated his cock into fresh, fierce movement as his hips rose and fell and he pounded his spoke into her quivering slot. Harder and harder, it was as if he was hammering it into Janie's slender, beautiful body. And she loved every second of what he was doing.
"Oh, god, I'm going to come," Tom groaned. His balls had worked up a trace of come and he glued himself against the girl's pressing, shuddering body as he drilled down looking for the core of her being. His balls played over her crotch and rubbed sensuously against her ass.
"Come, honey," the girl cried.
Her hips flailed clear of the floor, helping to bury Tom Jennings' dick stick in her gash to the balls. She pointed her toes at the ceiling and cried out as her orgasm washed over her and turned her inside out and her juice ran like acid inside her slot, scalding her own crotch.
"Oh, honey, give it to me. Give it all to me," she begged.
Tom Jennings was trying. He ground against her. Their pubic hairs meshed in a common tangle of brown fuzz. His cock slammed brutally into her and still she took every movement, every touch with a cry of pleasure.
And then there was the faint, painful stirrings in Tom Jennings' balls. His juice flowed through his cock to his cock head, buried deep in Janie's soft, hot, white body. His cock seemed to be tearing itself open. Then he exploded. His pecker opened at the end like a flower and drenched her womb with his seed!
They lay locked together for what seemed like hours.
Finally Tom got to his knees and started to get up.
"No," she murmured. "No, honey. Please don't take it out yet."
He leaned against her on his hands and knees and smelled her body and his and felt his pecker stiffen and feel good in her hole.
Experimentally, Tom Jennings began pumping against Janie's soft cunt lips and he heard her sigh and her legs rose and wrapped around his back and tightened there as her hips rose and fell, meeting him and caressing his hot cock.
I should be worried about Ruth Ann. I should be doing something, he thought to himself. But all he could get worried about was meeting Janie's beautiful lunges with her crotch on his prick squarely. It felt so good he wasn't sure he wouldn't faint before he came.
With his cock buried full length in her soppy cunt, Tom French-kissed the girl while she came and came and came, squirming with joy around his aching tool.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ruth Ann woke to discover Lonny leaning over her. Not just leaning, but using his mouth with awful effect. His lips were cupped around her aching nipple, mouthing and sucking her breast. Pangs of subdued joy ran through her tit from the contact and she felt her body react to the obscene touch with more than casual interest.
How can I? she wondered. What he's doing to me is foul, lascivious. He's a terrible man and I mustn't encourage him. He'll want to fuck me too. He'll rape me. And ... and he'll want to stick his dick up my butthole and make me scream. He doesn't care about me. He just wants to use me!
Lonny lifted his head and grinned down at the girl. "About time you woke up. I've been waiting long enough," he said roughly to her. "I've been waiting for a little cooperation, you cunt, and I'd better get it."
The words made Ruth Ann's cunny twist with anticipation of what he was going to do. And then, after the first shock of waking with her tit in his hot mouth passed, she realized she was tied down to a table on her back. And that she was totally naked. Totally defenseless....
"What have you done with my clothes? Why are my hands tied this way?" She tugged at her bonds and suddenly knew fear deep in the pit of her stomach. "What are you going to do to me? Please ... please help me!" Tears suddenly sprang to the girl's eyes and she felt herself dissolving into more self pity and remorse. She shouldn't have run out on Tom. She should have realized that he wasn't that terrible, that what he was doing wasn't that bad.
But it was too late!
Lonny smiled at her and he walked around the table to her feet and she felt her ankles being released from the straps that held them. Sudden hope bloomed in her breast. He was going to let her go! Lonny wasn't the pervert she thought he was. "Oh, thank you," she cried, tears streaming from her eyes. "I'll ... I'll never make you regret letting me go."
"I know I won't," Lonny said, smiling cruelly. He stood there staring down at her beautiful sex slit, his cock aching in his pants as he decided how to best get what he wanted. Suddenly he dipped his head and his tongue lanced out and pried her hot cunt lips apart and shoved into her hole.
"Ooohhhuuuaaahhhh!" Ruth Ann wailed. His tongue was like an electric shock hitting her delicate pubes. She arched her back and vibrated her soft hips and squeezed her thighs joyfully against his beard-stubbled cheeks. "Oh, I like that," she moaned, not even having to pretend.
Lonny didn't answer. His tongue twisted and burrowed in her hotly reacting cunt hole. It was slippery and hot and long. Really long!
Ruth Ann didn't know how he got so deep in her slot. She just writhed in silent pleasure response to the stroking she was getting. And as she twisted and turned, dimly in her mind she wondered why he wasn't loosening her wrists. He'll get to it, she thought desperately. As soon as he's done eating my cunt out. It's all right. It doesn't hurt to have his tongue in my slot. He's just too eager to eat me, that's all. Because I blew his cock for him on the way here, he just wants to do the same thing for me. Eat my snatch!
"Aaarrraaaggghhh!" she screamed. Her joy welled up in her in the shape of his tongue probing and stretching her wet hole, turning her inside out with machine gun strokes of his flesh in hers. And all the while she couldn't stop the wishful thinking, afraid to abandon herself to the dark suspicion that he wasn't going to let her go under any circumstances.
In and out, hard and soft, he was tongue fucking her with an impossible mania. Between strokes of his swollen tongue on her labia, Ruth Ann stared around the room. It was white like a laboratory. The table under her back was white, too. Like a hospital operating table, she thought.
Lonny's lips caught her clitoris and pulled. Ruth Ann stifled her scream of unbidden pleasure. She arched her back and lifted her nubbin of sex flesh so that he could have more of it, molest it more readily.
"I'll do anything you want," Ruth Ann suddenly sobbed. "Just let me go. Please! Anything ... anything you want. I'll do it if you tell me to."
Lonny lifted his cunt juice wet face from her crotch and grinned. "Shut up!" he ordered. He didn't think it was worthwhile telling her that she was going to do anything he wanted her to do anyway. It should have been obvious to her, he thought, since it was obvious to him. He laughed out loud.
The sound of his voice, the vile nastiness that came to the fore, all combined to squeeze Ruth Ann's insides with terrible fear.
And she then felt him raising her legs to his shoulders. "Please," she said again, desperately, "let my hands go. I'll make you enjoy it if you do. Please. Please can't you see that I WANT to fuck you!" Her voice rose in a shrill scream and she was suddenly dizzy from the exertion.
Lonny appeared not to hear her. His tongue was on her fluttering sex lips-and then they were trailing a hot path downward over her crotch.
"No!" Ruth Ann cried out in sudden trepidation.
She bit her tongue. The unexpected thrill of his mouth engulfing her asshole, his wet tongue probing her tight, rear hold caused her muscles to react without her volition.
And then the girl surrendered herself to the obscene joy that surged through her. Her fear was subdued to the wonderful feeling of the awful man's tongue lancing up her tight asshole. It was like an enema, only softer and nicer in a way, pleasurable where the other was only endurable.
Her voice babbled as his tongue erased her asshole's virginity.
"All right, all right," she moaned. "Do what you want. I can't stop you. But I'm not helping you.
Do you HEAR? I'm not helping you eat my asshole. LOOONNNNNNYYY! Aaaagghhhh!" Her back twisted and lifted her beautiful round globes of her ass off the table and shudders of sexual joy shot through her. She was panting and her soft, round breasts heaved with agitation. Her nipples, sharply pointed, gave away the extreme joy she was trying to pretend she didn't feel.
"Of course you're not," Lonny agreed as he lifted his head. "You think I want you to help, you silly cunt?" He laughed and showed his teeth. His cock throbbed between his legs. It felt as big as a baseball bat. And as hard. He chuckled, a nervous sound that didn't help Ruth Ann's state of mind. Then he began moving forward, holding her hapless knees over his shoulders.
He was breathing hard as he doubled her body over. Lonny was aware of the silky perfection of Ruth Ann's white body. His hands caressed her swollen cunt, wetting his fingers in her well, feeling her puffy pussy lips.
And then he stopped. He had her the way he wanted her.
If Dennis had stayed to watch, he could not help but have been excited by what was happening. Lonny had Ruth Ann's knees pressed to her gorgeous breasts, her legs splayed, her round ass upthrust invitingly.
Carefully he inserted his penis in the hairy crevice of her cunt.
Ruth Ann gasped at the sudden shock and relief. His pecker drove into her greasy tunnel like a train into a roundhouse. She stretched open joyfully to receive him. She moaned and pushed back and tried to get him deeper and hotter in her sex channel. And he helped!
Fitfully at first, and then with greater and greater speed his hips moved back and forth. His pecker sawed in and out of her snatch. Her cunt lips sucked joyfully on the bobbing plumhead of his cock, heating it with unbearable pleasure.
"Fuck meeeeee!" she howled as she felt him reaming her inside out.
She gritted her teeth with joy, bucking back as much as she could, feeling her slot so open and defenseless that she was helpless to even increase their pleasure. Desperately she wished that Lonny would release her-to help her come. To caress him and feel him fucking her.
And then she was suddenly empty. His cock had bobbed out. Her cunt lips were gaping and sucking at the air, wishing his penis back in her sheath. "Put it back in," she begged. "Don't tease me. Darling, pleeeaaassseeee!"
"Yes," Lonny said. "Yesss!" His hand fumbled between their bodies, his fingers stroked her swollen cunt lips as he found his cock. Then he raised his hips and jammed them desperately down, stroking deep into Ruth Ann.
The girl screamed. She couldn't do anything else. She was paralyzed by the unexpected total penetration of her asshole by his huge cock. She was stuffed full and there was nothing she could do except bear it as Lonny began to pump his cunt wet cock in and out of her anal sleeve.
Tears ran from her eyes and she shut them and bit her lip. His cock was soooo big in her asshole. It was like a red-hot poker. For a moment she thought she would be torn in half, then she realized he would only ruin her asshole-not her whole body.
Lonny's flat belly and thighs slapped against the backs of her trembling legs and the rotund softness of her asscheeks as he stroked in and out faster and faster and faster. His cock was a burning needle in her butt.
Ruth Ann squirmed and suddenly it didn't feel so bad. She was full, fuller than she'd ever been before in her life. Her asshole was stretching to take all of his meat, and as it did the pounding seemed to feel better.
She concentrated on it. She followed the path of his cock up and down between her asscheeks and unexpectedly it didn't feel so bad any more. Her asshole twisted and squirmed and Ruth Ann realized it felt like a second cunt hole and she was enjoying it. After she was over the shock, it felt good!
Raising her hips, she pushed back, impaling herself on his cock. "Oh, oh, oh," she groaned. Her buttocks were soft cushions for his body as he sank his spike deeper and deeper into her shit chute. "Fuck me!" she mumbled.
"What?" Lonny demanded. "Louder, bitch. LOUDER!"
"Fuck me. FUCK ME. FUCK MEEEE!" Ruth Ann screamed. "Fuck my fucking asshole, damn you. Fuck me!"
Lonny grinned as he felt his come boiling in him and then he drilled his cock tight against her upthrust butt and leaned into her, feeling the girl quiver under the weight of his body. Her asshole seemed to suck on his cock the same as might be expected of an educated cunt. Her butt was hot and wet, sucking his dick like a lollipop.
Ruth Ann meowed under him. He was so heavy he was squeezing the breath out of her body. His cock was so big it occupied the insides of her asshole totally.
She felt him straining and realized that the moment she'd been waiting for, wanting, was coming. She couldn't move and yet her asshole was more alive than her cunt had ever been. In that instant she felt her orgasm flowing through her from her very toes to the tips of her breasts.
And then Lonny's balls surrendered to the pressure and his come shot out of him in a deluge that flailed against her asshole lining, igniting a fire in her bowels that was more of an explosion of heat and pleasure.
Ruth Ann sighed and almost fainted from the intensity of her joy.
A door opened and the tall psychologist walked into the room and watched as Lonny brutally pumped the last of his hot, white come into the girl's asshole. Dennis tried to suppress his desire. But it couldn't be denied. He was suddenly horny.
"Don't you think you'd better get back," he said. His voice was hollow in the shell of the room. Tinny. False!
Lonny stared at him, startled. Ruth Ann was too exhausted to pay attention to anything more pressing than the joyful constrictions of her body.
"I knew you were a peeker, doc," Lonny said accusingly.
The psychologist's mouth tightened but his voice didn't change. "You've wasted enough time. This isn't what you're being paid for doing."
"I suppose Wayne is," Lonny said flippantly.
"Yes!" The psychologist's answer was short and unpleasant and Lonny knew he'd pushed things as far as they'd go. Further than they should have gone. "All right," he said. "I'm going." And he scrambled off Ruth Ann's throbbing body and newly awakened asshole.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The idea that he should be doing something, getting out of the small apartment and physically looking for Ruth Ann plagued him. I'm getting stir crazy, he told himself wryly. I've got a beautiful, willing girl doing anything I want. I can fuck or suck and be fucked or sucked whenever and as long as I want, and I've got this crazy idea I've got to leave! I've got to be out of my head. There can't be any other answer!
Janie was standing in front of the mirror, dressing for work, while Tom Jennings sprawled on the bed watching. She was wearing the two-tone blue jacket already and her two-tone blue high heeled shoes. But she hadn't put on her panties or skirt, and Tom wondered if she'd done it on purpose to keep him interested to the last minute.
Still, he was restless. But he had to admit that Janie's subterfuge was working, if that was what it was. The girl's buttocks were perfection, firmly muscled and round. Her narrow waist flared out into broad hips and her buttocks were round and high and firm. They quivered slightly as she moved and the hollows that came and went were mysteries of shadow and excitement. Her brown pubic hair was just visible from the rear and when she turned and smiled at him he was surprised how dry his mouth got, looking at the neat, fuzzy triangle of hair.
How does she do this to me? he asked himself. I've been in that enough that it's no surprise to me anymore. There's no more mystery!
But Tom realized that with this girl it didn't work that way. Lying there, he suddenly wanted to poke his dick in her crotch as much as ever, even though he would have sworn minutes earlier that he was all fucked out. And that she had done it to him with her mouth and her sucking cunt.
He got off the bed and moved toward her. His cock was hard and waved in the air in front of him like a blindman's cane.
Janie giggled and whirled around, presenting her back to him, her soft, vibrant, warm buttocks and long, graceful, naked legs.
"Don't," she said. "I'm getting dressed to go to work."
She shivered with delight, though, when his long arms wrapped around her body and his hands softly cupped her boobs and squeezed them. "Nooooo!" she moaned. But she didn't pull away. Instead she snuggled back against him, leaning into his warmth.
The movement had a secondary effect: Tom's hot, hard cock slipped up the crevice between her ass cheeks. She moaned and pressed back even harder. Clenching her buttocks, it was as if she had his penis in her hand. The round cylinder was soft and spongy being massaged by her textured, silky white skin. And as she worked her buttocks it got hotter and harder.
Janie lay against Tom, all thought of hurrying to work having fled from her mind. She was conscious only of his presence and the wonderful sensation of his cock pressing against her, stroking up and down the long valley of her ass.
"You've got to go," he whispered in her ear, smelling her hair.
She shook her head and pushed against him, feeling his pecker pressing in her hot, sweaty groove. Her butt had an irresistible itch that she knew she could only satisfy one way. She shimmied her buttocks and thrilled to the sensation of his cock filling the gap.
"You know what I want?" she asked in a small voice.
"No," Tom said. "What?"
"I want you to asshole fuck me!" Janie trembled with excitement at the wickedness her words invoked. Not only the wickedness, but the fear. She was so afraid of how much it would hurt that her crotch seemed to get suddenly weepy and withdrawn. Her knees were weak. But she wasn't going to back down. She wanted Tom's rod up her perspiring asshole-even if it hurt to blue blazes. She wanted him in her, in every part of her so that he knew she truly belonged to him-and that if he wanted her he could have her completely any way that he said. Or even anywhere!
"Now?" Tom could hardly believe his ears. He had been about to suggest the same thing, only he had expected to be turned down. Women were funny about taking it in the butt. They knew it was going to hurt, like losing a cherry. And for that reason they held back from giving it up. He figured that most women, if they knew how much their cherry was going to hurt, would never have got over being virgins. And Janie's suggestion was a shock to him. "Have you ever done it that way before?" he asked.
She shook her head and her blonde tinted hair brushed his face.
"It'll hurt!"
"I know," she murmured. "But I want you to have my asshole cherry. I'm only sorry I wasn't a virgin when we met. I would have wanted you to have that...." Her voice was small, scared. "And ... Tom ... please be gentle...."
He squeezed her tits and used his hand to find his cock.
"Don't we have to lie down?" Janie asked uncertainly.
"No," he said. "This will do fine."
And then his fingers had guided the swollen head of his prick to the puffy, swollen petals of her cunt flower and rubbed it against her slit. Like a bee collecting pollen, his glans grew wet as her excited hole poured out its moisture. Finally she was wet and ready, and he bent her forward and shot his cock up her clenching cunny. It went in like it was greased.
"Oooooh, that's my pussy," Janie moaned with delighted disappointment. "You missed. That's the wrong hole!"
Steadily Tom Jennings stroked in and out. "I didn't miss," he said. "Just wait and you'll get what you want. I'm not going to disappoint you."
Tenderly, he stroked his cock in and out of her twat, lubricating it with the fresh flow of cunt juices. Then, as Janie responded with twitching hips and upthrust buttocks, he pulled his penis all the way out of her slot! The head made a lewd sucking noise as it came free.
Before she could tense her body, Tom was stroking forward again, only this time into the hot, squishy pit of her asshole.
"Aaaiiieee, GOOOOOOOOOOD!" Janie shrilled in response.
The girl was convulsed with the sudden combination of pain and ecstasy that she hadn't known since her cherry was busted by a seventeen-year-old boy in a drive-in movie. She felt the huge rod drive into her rear and she thought that this time it was even better because it was a man shagging her ass-not an immature boy who was going to blow off in seconds.
Janie was right about that. Tom Jennings had no intention of just going in and filling her ass and pulling out before she found out what bungholing was all about. He wanted her to enjoy it too. And he knew she could. Lots of women did. But it took time for her to realize the connection between her butthole and her cunt. So it was up to him to hold out.
Holding out was hard to do. Her asshole was tight and hot and exciting and Tom felt like he could come in the first minute of being in it.
It didn't help that Janie was squealing all the while, her butt seeming to shimmy independently of anything he did. He had to hold on to her naked hips, guiding her rear on and off his cock in steady, easy strokes.
"Oh, take it out. It hurts, Tom," she cried. And then a moment later she was sobbing tears of ecstasy. "Oh, oh, don't you dare stop, darling. I love your cock up my rear. Honest I do. Oh, oh, oh, oh, yessss!"
A moment later and she wanted it out. The sensations inside her butt were so intense, Janie couldn't control or separate them. The feel of his penis gliding up her rectum was beautiful. But the strain on the tiny mouth of her asshole was impossible to take. For long minutes she was in the throes of ecstasy-and then briefly the strain on her asshole was so great she was crying out with pain.
In and out, in and out, Tom Jennings stroked his throbbing, heated cock closing his ears to her entreaties. He was boiling inside. Knowing he was in a virgin butthole was enough that he was hypersensitive. His cock wanted to burst inside her butt, to spill his load into her ass tunnel.
His hips flailed wildly as he started to lose control....
They stood in front of the mirror, rocking crazily back and forth in their incredible sex dance.
Janie was fascinated by the movement of his prick in and out between her baby pink asscheeks. In the mirror she could watch as a gap appeared between their bodies, Tom's belly drew away from her buttocks, and then a long, thick, shimmering wet rod started to draw out of her and she knew it was Tom's cock coming out of her asshole. It seemed so long that she had trouble believing it was what it was supposed to be.
But at the same time her insides were being pulled inside out, as if a plunger was sucking at her whole intestinal and sex tract.
It was impossible to tell one from another. When the pain finally left her asshole, only the pleasure was left. And that was greater even than the joy of sliding his cock up and down her hot twat.
"Open your jacket," Tom said. "I want to feel your tits."
Thrilling, Janie did as he asked, unbuttoning her jacket and letting it fall open. She unsnapped her bra and then Tom's hands were gently massaging her swollen breasts and nipples.
They turned so she was facing the mirror and she could watch everything. The motion of her body was hypnotic. As he thrust into her ass with his cock, flooding her with ecstatic pleasure, her hips rotated forward and her cunt opened slightly like a gasping mouth. His fingers kneaded her boobs, sending other fine threads of pleasure flashing along her skin.
"Put your finger in my cunt," she gasped. And then watched, fascinated, as one of his hands left her tits and crawled down across her naked belly and defenseless navel and then was playing in her pubic hair. "That's it. That's what I want," she cried and braced herself.
His cock in her behind was as powerful as a machine. It rammed into her butthole and lifted her hips and her cunt gaped open. Then Tom's thick finger was in her wet slot and she was gasping with excitement.
"Uh, uh, yes darling!"
Janie was swept up in the doubly intense feeling that impaled her from front and back. The finger in her front and the cock in her rear seemed both to be thrusting into cunts. Hot, humid, excited cunts that slobbered on prick and finger like sucking mouths.
Janie floated on the two, like a soap bubble dancing on the tips of two spears. Each time she settled the twin pricks of sexual excitement lanced into her sex holes. Fire and lightning welled out of her cunt and asshole. It was as if she were harboring two active volcanos in her crotch. Both were ready for an explosion. Hot lava seemed to boil just below the surface!
"God!" she screamed. 'That's the way, darling. Yes, yesss, yes! Harder. Harder, fuck me harder and deeper!" Janie was reduced to sobbing and crying out her pleasure to the mirror and Tom's hand and probing finger and his ever pumping cock as it surged in and out between her greedy asscheeks. And still the feeling went on and on and on.
"I'm going to come," Tom Jennings groaned in her ear.
And then he pressed tight against her and ground his pecker in her rear and his finger clenched in her cunt and he was exploding. His hot jism blasted into her asshole like a spark in a powder keg.
Janie screamed. Her knees buckled and she literally hung from his hardon in her asshole as her insides boiled and melted from her intense reaction. She hung there, helpless, groaning with pleasure as her body and mind were superheated and consumed by flame it seemed to her.
Her insides flooded with jism. And then Tom's cock was softening and she felt his rod slipping out of her rear as she glided exhausted and sore toward the floor.
It was later that she felt the cool washcloth bathing her face. "You had better not go in to work," Tom said.
"I have to," Janie said. Her voice sounded very distant. "Your wife might come in tonight ... and ... I want to help you find her."
Even to herself, Janie sounded like a fool.
"All right," Tom was saying as he helped her to her feet and into her clothes. "All right, but I'm going in with you!"
And Janie couldn't object to that.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Someday, Lonny told himself, someday Doc Dennis and that pipsqueak Wayne Baker would get theirs. He vowed it to himself as he got in the car and started the sleepy ride back to that two-bit train stop he'd gotten it from. What rankled was he wasn't done with the girl. Not by a long shot. The fact that he broke in her ass pleased him. The fact that Doc Dennis treated him like a flunky, interrupting his pleasure, hurt.
As he sent the car hurtling down the highway, daydreaming that every white stripe on the highway was doc or Wayne, Lonny savored the moment of plowing his cock in and out of the girl's tight asshole. She really squirmed and shouted. It had been good and tight, tight enough to get a stranglehold on his peter. Lonny had liked that.
He closed his eyes and visualized the connection: his big, greasy prick sticking out from his groin and plowing down into Ruth Ann's tight, brown hole. It started a fire in his groin. He slipped his hand down to his cock and started pumping up and down, remembering what it felt like.
WHOMMMMWHAAAAA!!!
Lonny jerked his eyes open and stared into the high, bright headlights and swerved desperately into his own lane.
The truck skinned by with a loud whooosh.
"Son of a bitch bastard driver," Lonny muttered. He was sweating like a cornholed virgin. But he kept his eyes open and his mind on the road after that.
"Where am I?" Ruth Ann asked weakly. She stared up into Doc Dennis' face and thought he looked kind. Anybody would have looked kind to her after Lonny. Her tingling, sex satiated body seemed far off and detached from her and she didn't connect the quiet man with a cock and set of balls. He seemed too nice. "Are you a doctor?" she asked hopefully.
She almost had an orgasm when he nodded. Everything around her, it seemed, was becoming sexual. "Then you'll help!"
Dennis Fellter, unlicensed psychologist and escapee from the criminal justice system of the state of California, nodded and smiled. "Not I, my dear," he said softly. "This!" And he held up a long, thick, obscenely shaped object that at first stumped Ruth Ann's comprehension.
She stared at it, and slowly a blush began to cover her naked, abused body. It seeped into her skin from her toes and worked up to her head. Her bare breasts, her come slick cunt and asshole were the deepest red. And they were the hottest portions of her anatomy.
What the tall, pleasant man was holding was a dildo. A huge, penis-shaped piece of metal and plastic with wires trailing from it.
No imagination was required to figure out what it was for. Obviously it was going to be inserted into her pussy. Or, and the thought was more shocking to the sexually molested girl, even into her asshole.
Oh, god, no! she thought, shocked. I can't take that huge thing in my pussy. And ... and it would split me open if he put it in my rear end!
Ruth Ann blushed more as she realized that her pussy was leaking juice like mad. She was getting ready for just such a fate. And it was obvious to the girl that her body savored getting plugged with the dildo!
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked plaintively.
Doctor Dennis Fellter smiled. "I'm going to sell you, darling," he said like he would have told her he collected stamps. "After you're trained, of course. Now, do you understand everything?"
"No!" Ruth Ann said. Her eyes were glued to the dildo as Doc Dennis began to slide it between her spread thighs toward her worn and vulnerable pussy. "That doesn't tell me anything!" she screamed. "Nothing at all!"
"You'll understand," he said. "In time, you'll understand everything and love it all." And then he unbuttoned the front of his suit pants and his hand fished inside and pulled out his pecker and fingered it.
Ruth Ann didn't want to understand. She could see his sex stick and that was enough for her. It was long and slender ... but very, very long.
Going on, talking to himself as well as Ruth Ann, Dennis moved closer to the table as his hand slipped back and forth on his penis, sliding the loose skin back and forth with steady cadence, caressing his own flesh.
His other hand held the dildo and as it neared the portal of Ruth Ann's sex, its cool surface came in contact with her lush thighs and sent an electric tingle arcing through her body.
Doc Dennis' face was a bit pale, though he sweated some, and his eyes were on Ruth Ann's gorgeous sex hole. "I used to be a clinical psychologist, you know," he said. "Sex therapy. A tremendous specialty. If you can get it up and fuck your patients from eight to eighty, you're a success. It's so easy...." He looked at Ruth Ann and smiled. His hand moved the dildo a few inches closer to the sweaty lips of her gash.
"That ... that's nice," Ruth Ann stammered. She was strapped to the table.
"Well, yes it is, for most." Doc Dennis smiled wryly. "But I lost it. I couldn't get it up for just anybody. I was a limp cock sex doctor!"
"That's ... that's terrible! I mean it!" Ruth Ann added hastily.
She had read the doubt in the tall psychologist's face and fear lent timbre to her voice as she stalled him for each second of time. Ruth Ann was dreadfully aware of the nearness of the dildo to her slit-the dildo she was sure would tear her open from asshole to crotch.
"Yes," Dennis said. "It was a tragedy to me, too. So I built this dildo." He tilted his hand so she could see it.
The sight frightened Ruth Ann more. It was almost too big for Doc Dennis to hold in his hand. Too big, definitely, to jam up her twat.
"And I taught my patients to love it at forty dollars an hour as much as they loved me. Only," and his voice was sad, "they loved it too much. The greedy women became addicted to it. They didn't want just an hour with it. They wanted two or three all day. And they'd do anything for it!"
Ruth Ann imagined the endless parade of soppy cunts that had slid over the pointed end of the artificial cock. It caused a perverse thrill in her cunt. "They were addicted?" she said.
"Yes," Doc Dennis smiled. "You understand, then. They were addicted just like drugs. Sex is the strongest motivating force in the human body and they were tied to it stronger than they could ever be tied to drugs."
"But ... but, why me?" Ruth Ann's voice was plaintive.
Doctor Dennis Fellter rammed the fistfull of plastic home up her hot, sniveling cunt.
Ruth Ann cried out and jerked her legs around the tingling dildo, feeling herself stretching incredibly wide to accept it, to receive it. And then she was being filled up, fuller and fuller and fuller of the fuck machine than she ever thought possible. Her pussy lips stretched to the breaking point and beyond and she loved it. She humped her butt and took some more up her twat and groaned. It wasn't like flesh and blood, but it was big and exciting. She moved her legs and almost orgasmed.
"Because," and the doctor's voice was thicker as he watched her velvet cunt lips gulping down the slippery length of the dildo, "there were complaints about my way of practicing. From husbands and my ... my competitors. They thought I was being unethical-unfair. Does this seem unfair to you?"
Carefully he slid some more of the artificial cock up her straining vagina, twisting and probing with it as he inserted it into her cunt.
"Oh, my god, no. Fuck! FUCK!" Ruth Ann cried. The girl was being reamed and dildo fucked by an expert. She felt sensations of pleasure even in her womb and the length of her vagina was alive with throbbing, beating sexual energy. It was almost as good as a living, pulsating penis. And Ruth Ann, in her hypersexual state, was inflamed by it in her itchy pussy. Particularly when she thought of the hundreds of other cunts it had been in.
"Well, the state of California took my license away and they sued me for criminal malpractice and fraud. Fraud! Because I had some Medi-Cal patients. It wasn't fair." Dennis stopped talking to brood.
"It's good," Ruth Ann panted. Her tongue was almost hanging out and she was almost ready to admit that the slowly moving dildo spreading her furry, blonde cunt lips was sensational. It didn't get soft, but just went on and on. And she knew that she was dealing with some sort of psychopath. But that couldn't stop her from saying, "But you'll never get me hooked on this over plain old human prick any day."
"Oh, no?" Doc Dennis asked softly. And he flicked the switch.
Ruth Ann's body surged off the table and it took the straps on her naked ankles and wrists to keep her from falling off the table. In one single instant a sheet of electric shocks, like welding sparks, poured loose in her hot, sweaty cunt. A tingle that made her mind go blank and convulsed the muscles in her long, sexy thighs.
She was full of flame and sensation. Her womb felt like a Fourth of July sparkler. The excitement of sex flooded her body and her mind threatened to burn up under the assault.
He turned it off and Ruth Ann was whimpering. She felt burned up, worn out already and she really needed another jolt of his magic dildo.
"You see," Doc Dennis said lovingly, "this dildo doesn't vibrate like an ordinary one you buy at the drugstore. It makes an electrical circuit in the sweaty come juice in your cunt and when it discharges it directly agitates your cunt and opens the libido in your mind. It really turns the average woman on!"
"No," Ruth Ann mumbled thickly.
"Yes," Dennis said. He put his thumb on the switch. "But this time, for a treat, I'm going to let you suck my cock until I'm ready. And then I'm going to stroke it to you and I know you'll just love it."
Ruth Ann wanted to shake her head, but already she was lifting her mouth eagerly to receive his long, slender pecker. She could hardly wait to get started!
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Tom Jennings felt like the prize doll at an amusement park arcade. Janie had taken him to work with her and Tina, the girl on duty, had looked at him and sighed and said, "Janie, you're not sharing these days."
Janie petted Tom's bulging pants front and said, "Special stuff!"
Tina wore the same saucy type of uniform that Janie had and it excited Tom to just look at the girl. She was dark and sleek. Her breasts were large and well-formed. When he looked down the front of her jacket he could see clear to her navel because of the way her beautiful tits stood spread apart. Tina didn't try to stop him looking, either.
"I've been doing this special favor all day for you, Janie," Tina pouted. She laughed reproachfully at the blonde girl.
Laughing, Janie said, "Well, if you feel that way, show Tom around in back, you man-hungry bitch. See what good it does you...."
Not needing a second invitation, Tina took Tom Jennings' hand in hers. "Come on, lover," Tina said. "Let's go somewhere and find what makes your cock so special."
Tom was surprised at the lusty face Tina was putting on their meeting. He stared back at Janie and saw a scowl meant for him and not Tina, he was sure. And then they were in the back room and alone.
Tina swept into his arms, snuggling against him, her hand wasting no time, but sliding under his belt to caress his tumescent prick. His cock stirred as he felt her manipulate it. He loved the soft, hot feel of her palm over his rosy cock head, the thrill of her fingers squeezing his soft penis shaft.
"Come on, baby," Tina said. "I'll bet Janie's got you all fucked out. But Tina's got an educated mouth. A hot pair of lips that knows how to get any man up and raring to go." She kissed him and she was right. Her mouth sucked on Tom's tongue and he knew if she ever got his cock in that hot pit she'd stir it up until it was nice and hard.
"What about Janie?" he asked, his own fingers cupping her mammoth tits, feeling the thrill of knowing he was going to screw this strange woman.
"She brings the meat in, she has to take her chances," Tina said.
And then the woman was wrestling Tom down on the floor among the cardboard packing boxes. They rolled on the floor and she said, "I'll bet you're a cunt eater. I'll bet if I sit on your face you'll have your tongue up my snatch before I can complain."
"Try me and see," Tom challenged. He felt his pecker rising at the girl's words and she was right, he liked hair pie and wouldn't pass up the opportunity for a strange piece-particularly Tina's.
"Ready or not," Tina yelled. And then she had her thigh over Tom's head and his lips were skidding down her soft flesh toward her crotch.
The smooth slide of glossy skin seemed to go on and on forever. Tom's head was covered by the girl's blue skirt and his nostrils were filled with the odor of rose water. And then his lips made contact with her smooth, rubbery cunt flesh and his tongue was dipping into her well.
A strange excitement ran through the man. Tina was naked of pubic hair. His tongue tasted nothing but sweet flesh either side of her bubbling slit. His tongue slipped deep into her gash and Tina sighed with joy. She settled her crotch down on his face, fucking his tongue with force-thrusts of her buttocks. Under the tent of her skirt, Tom couldn't see anything but her smooth, beautiful thighs and hot twat and claspable buttocks.
But he was able to feel the girl's hands as they unzipped his pants and pulled his tired meat out into the open. Tom didn't know if they were alone or if a dozen people were watching. He didn't really care. It was adequate to him when he felt her lean forward and engulf his pecker with her hot lips, her tongue stroking his burning shaft.
"I declare, I do think you're going to get some cream!"
Tom recognized the sarcastic voice. It was Janie's!
Janie had walked in on the sixty-nine in progress and sensed a feeling of loss. She knew most men couldn't hold back when a carnivorous woman like Tina got her hands on them. But she'd been sure she'd given Tom Jennings everything-that she'd sucked him dry of his juices, satiated him sexually to the point he wouldn't be able to perform with another cunt.
But, obviously, she'd been wrong.
Tom was on his back in the storeroom with his face under Tina's skirt. His cock was hard and long and straight. In fact, Tina had both hands wrapped around it and the girl was using her dark lips to advantage. Up and down, up and down, her mouth slipped merrily on his throbbing shaft.
Janie shrugged mentally. She wasn't going to give up without a fight-and she'd be damned if she'd make a scene about it. Tina only has one mouth, she told herself, and decided to attack there.
Getting on her knees after she whipped her panties off, Janie guided Tom's hand to her moist, wet twat. She realized that he knew she was there from the way his hand tightened in hers, like a signal.
Then, sighing satisfaction as his fingers explored her juicy cunt fruit, she bent forward and nipped at Tina's lips with hers. Tina rolled her eyes, but didn't indicate that she was going to give way to the newcomer.
Janie didn't quit. She hadn't expected it to be easy. Her mouth slid lower and then she had the soft sac full of his pounding balls in her lips. She sucked in, and her mouth-hot and wet and pulsing-was around his testicles as her tongue laved them.
Tina seemed annoyed. Her mouth was moving rapidly up and down Tom's long, thick cock and her cheek brushed repeatedly against Janie's. Janie ignored her and began sucking on Tom's cock, getting all of it into her feverish hot mouth.
And then Tina was sucking so much of Tom's pecker into her mouth that their lips met as they both swallowed as much of Tom's sex flesh as they could. Janie wasn't bisexual, but nonetheless, she felt a thrill.
Tina seemed to have the same feeling. Their lips brushed against each other and while the dark girl swallowed Tom's cock completely her cheek rested against Janie's, their lips meshed and they sucked lustily.
Tom groaned into the beautiful hot, sweaty hollow of Tina's cunt.
The man was dizzy with fulfillment. When Janie's mouth had joined Tina's on his balls, Tom almost came right then. He had lifted Tina's skirt and stared down at the gorgeous sight of two luscious mouths trying to suck him off. And then Tina's crotch was down hard against his mouth demanding his pointed tongue up her twat. And Tom was happy to please. He enjoyed giving almost as much as he liked receiving.
His balls were hard and straining. They were almost dried out, but the two lush, wet hot mouths milking his cock and balls gave him new life and suddenly he groaned into Tina's hot little pussy. Her thighs tightened around his head, and instantly her cunt was all convulsed and grabbing at his tongue as she exploded into a boiling orgasm.
His finger rammed in and out of Janie's hot twat and the same thing was happening to her in seconds. She couldn't withstand the tremendous joy of getting his finger in her snatch and she was wild with pleasure, grinding her juicy cunt on his finger and leaking her ce all over his hand.
But it was Tom who grew faint as the two mouths refused to let go. And then Tina was sucking the lead out of his pencil and Janie was helping by massaging his balls with her tongue and lips and Tom collapsed as he pumped his semen into the greedy mouths demanding it.
And there were two mouths.
As his come spurted into Tina's soft mouth and lips, some of it leaked out and down his throbbing cock shaft. Janie smiled to herself and before Tina could recover the precious juice, she gently licked it off his penis and balls!
Tom's hips were still churning and the two women were savoring their triumph when they became aware of the insistent clamoring of the customer bell from the front desk.
Hastily, Janie scrambled to her feet, ignoring the wet traces of her own come down the insides of her thighs, staining the tops of her stockings. Brushing her knees off, she hurried for the front, casting an anxious glance at Tom and Tina-wondering if Tina could think of another way to raise his overworked penis.
Smiling at Tina, Tom stuffed his totally limp pecker back in his pants. The girl seemed reluctant to see it go and Tom wondered if she would be satisfied another way. From the other room was the drone of Janie's voice. Tom was considering fingerfucking Tina to another orgasm when the tap of Janie's heels interrupted his project.
"He's here," Janie whispered. She was excited and ignored Tina who was adjusting her clothes for Tom's benefit, giving him a lascivious view of her shaved twat as often as she could. She knew hairless pussy turned a lot of men on-and it couldn't hurt with a man like Tom.
"Who's here?" Tom asked stupidly, his mind still on Tina's snatch.
"The man who left with your wife," Janie said. "He brought the car back."
Instantly Tom scrambled to his feet. "Okay," he said, "take care of him. Is there another way out?"
Janie looked at Tina and the girl forgot, temporarily, about her steaming twat and nodded. While Janie went back up front, Tina let Tom out the back door into the street. In time for him to circle around the building and follow the little man in the loud checked jacket to the train depot.
Lonny didn't notice Tom Jennings. He fidgetted for a time in the depot lobby, checking train schedules. Then he made up his mind. It had been a long ride back for Lonny, thinking about sticking his cock up Ruth Ann's butt. And he hadn't taken any breaks and his bladder was full.
Turning on his heel, Lonny clicked across the tiled floor and into the deserted restroom.
Tom waited a moment, noting that the depot was empty and that he wouldn't be interrupted in what he was going to do. Then he followed Lonny into the men's lavatory and closed the door gently behind himself.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"Oh, god, oh, oh, oh yessss," Ruth Ann screamed.
Doc Dennis had her pussy filled with dildo and the switch was on and wonderful surges of pleasure poured through Ruth Ann's trembling cunt and still she wanted and begged for more.
The psychologist was excited by his "treatment" of the girl. Sweat poured down his face and he had opened his shirt and dropped his trousers to the floor. His cock was stiff, standing straight out from his groin as his hand manipulated the dildo in her shuddering cunt.
Ruth Ann was in a fog of ecstasy. She didn't know if she was coming or going. Just the constant moving of the electrical pleasure in her twat was real. She shuddered and twitched and came and came and came again around it as it seared through her sensitive body. She loved it and couldn't stop humping her body.
"You love it, don't you, girl?" Dennis asked.
"Oh, yessss," Ruth Ann quavered. "Make it better. Please!"
The girl's insistence on more momentarily stunned the psychologist. The dildo had always been adequate before-but it seemed this time he was starting with an insatiable nymphomaniac. But there was a way to make it better! Indeed, there was. Dennis held his hard cock in his hand.
"Would you like my cock up your asshole, too?" he asked.
The words penetrated the fog surrounding Ruth Ann's pleasure soaked brain and she eagerly nodded her head. The dildo fucking in and out of her twat was burning her up, but the thought of adding a hard rod up her shuddering asshole was enough to start the fires of lust burning in her body again. Her desire was fresh, her asshole quivered and she prepared herself for the dual penetration, her mouth leaking saliva as she anticipated the wonderful assault on her tiny, tight anus.
What am I doing? she asked herself desperately. But she knew. She was inviting this strange man to stuff her other hole full and turn her on in a way she couldn't even imagine.
And then the tall psychologist had released her feet. Her thighs automatically spread around the wonderful stub of plastic cock sticking out of her vibrant cunny and her knees pulled up to mash against her ecstatic breasts.
Dennis stared at the lewd display for a long moment, enjoying the way her cunt lips tightened and relaxed around the dildo screwed so beautifully into her convulsing sex hole. Her cunt lips were stretched into tight, red lines and her blonde muff made it look like a bearded mouth trying to swallow the dildo.
And then the psychologist was imitating the position he'd seen Lonny in earlier with the girl, her knees draped over his shoulders while his cock lined up with her squirming asshole.
It was time for second thoughts, and Ruth Ann had them. The pulsing beat of the dildo in her cunt shattered her composure. But she couldn't stop the wild desire that welled in her, the joy she knew she'd experience from being stuffed front and back.
"Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!!!" she squealed desperately and flexed her hips and drove the blunt pecker into her asshole to the balls.
Ruth Ann felt the huge intruder drive into her butthole, stretching her ass wide open as he plunged deep inside of her.
Suddenly, to the beautiful secretary whose gorgeous legs were spread wide open over the psychologist's shoulders, it seemed like she was exploding inside. His cock in her asshole was so damn BIG!
I can't take it, Ruth Ann told herself. She shivered all around the cock and dildo buried in her aching, grasping flesh. It seemed the two were hitting each other inside of her, touching like matches, igniting each other. Each subsequent motion fanned her desire higher. And her sensitivity. Wild tremors of pleasure shot through her body and her mind seemed to burn out as she encouraged the frantic fucking of her asshole by the psychologist.
Doctor Dennis Fellter was literally insane with joy. His cock had never been so hard in his life. His sporadic impotence might never had existed. The come boiled in his balls as he thrust his cock again and again in the helpless girl's squirming asshole.
He could feel her reaction to the dildo still working in her swampy cunt. But mostly he was concerned with the ecstatic feel of his cock in her clasping asshole. It helped that the girl begged for it. But Doc Fellter knew that he would have loved it regardless.
Her asshole was tight around the outside. It clasped him like a rubber band where he went into her slippery butt. And inside it was a cauldron of heat and pleasure, nursing the gentle in and out stroking of his cock. He loved the feel, the milking of his pecker until there wasn't any doubt what he wanted to do-he wanted to fill her asshole with his hot jism.
Her legs around his neck were erotic. Her beautiful tits that he mauled in his hands, the wonderful, soft, upturned buttocks of her bottom-all contributed to his inexpressable pleasure.
He was amazed. It made regular fucking seem tame in comparison.
Joyfully he rode up and down in the girl's cringing saddle, corkscrewing his hips so his long, slender cock would work throughout the girl's eager rectum while he pinched her tits and she squirmed and moaned with undeniable pleasure. Harder and harder and harder he thrust into her butthole. And harder and harder and harder she thrust back, taking him into her hot tunnel and moaning with the incredible pleasure that was hers.
Sweat stood out on Dennis' body. He was drenched with it. He couldn't keep going. He was about to explode and there was almost no way to stop it from happening. And he was certain it was going to be the best orgasm he'd ever had when he shot his white juice into the girl's twitching asshole!
"Yes, yes ... come!" Ruth Ann groaned.
The girl was on the brink of unconsciousness, but something told her what she wanted was still coming, to hold on a few seconds longer.
She wanted his juice shot up her rectum. She needed it, she told herself. The pleasure of the dildo, insanely pulsating in her cunt, wouldn't end. It couldn't. It had no juice.
She needed juice. She needed the hot splash of liquid fire through her insides, pouring into her like a flood. Her cunt ached. But it was so wonderful, stretched out around the tremendous dildo giving her all of that pleasure. But the beautiful cock in her rear could shoot, could give her the sensational release she desired.
She lifted her ass and fucked back. The cock slid easily and pleasantly in and out of her stretched asshole. She was full of joy inside as it went in and stirred her rectum and the sensation of it pulling back made her want to faint.
"I'm coming!" Doctor Dennis Fellter shouted almost in surprise.
And then his orgasm hit him and he clutched tightly to the girl, holding his cock in her throbbing asshole while he spurted his semen raggedly into her back hole.
Ruth Ann felt it. She screamed with joy as it came. She lifted her butt like a chalice to take his cock and juice, to suck it out of him.
For Ruth Ann the world dissolved in a rainbow of color and spangled stars that cluttered her closed eyelids. And then she was slipping away into a faint-a refuge from her practically burnt-out nervous system-trying to adjust to the tremendous overload of sex that she had experienced.
Withdrawing slowly, reluctantly from the girl's asshole, the psychologist felt worn and tired, but joyful at his mind-shattering climax. The girl had shuddered and twisted under him and for a moment he'd believed she might twist his penis off-but she hadn't and he wished he could experience the wonderful sensation she'd had.
He was almost jealous of her sexual ecstasy. Reluctantly he switched off the dildo still discharging its shocks into the girl's worn-out cunt.
The dildo pulled out of her slot with an audible plop. He held it as if uncertain what to do with it. It was dripping her come juice in puddles practically. And then he licked it and smiled as he tasted her womb and cunt and joy. And he knew he was going to fuck her again-only maybe next time he would put his dildo in her ass and ride her quivering cunt until she was out of her mind with joy.
Lonny hurried into the John and stood in front of the long white enamel trough attached to the wall for a bunch of men to stand in front of and pee into. But his piss wouldn't come. He was too hard, thinking about the girl. It wasn't fair! He'd taken all the risks and done all the work, and he barely got to dip his stick in her butthole.
And there was Doc Dennis. Lonny squeezed his cock, imagining it was the tall man's neck. He enjoyed the feel and decided to masturbate.
Then the hand grabbed his neck and he reeled back from the urinal and crashed into the green door of a toilet stall.
"Where's my wife, goddamn you?"
Lonny's cock drooped. His wife? That fucking Baker really screwed up, the ferret-faced man thought as his hand dove desperately into his pocket and came out with the switchblade. There was a click and the knife gleamed under the fluorescent lights like something evil.
I have to kill him, Lonny thought desperately.
And then he lunged, stabbing for the stocky man's stomach in front of him.
"Christ!" Tom grabbed his hand. A slash had appeared across it as he parried the thrust. Blood dripped to the tile underfoot. Then, as the weasely man turned and lunged again, desperation evident in his strained face and actions, Tom Jennings kicked out and caught him in the crotch and the knife spun away under the toilet stall door and Lonny lay on his face clutching his balls.
"Where is she?" Tom demanded.
And Lonny groaned and pretended to be hurt worse than he was. He couldn't see Tom, but he waited. He knew where the knife was. A lunge across the slippery floor and it was his again.
And then it seemed like something broke in his crotch and a numbing pain seared up his arm from his broken fingers that had been holding his balls. Lonny couldn't move. It felt like his balls were crushing remnants, hanging by threads between his legs.
"You want it again?" Tom asked. He cocked his foot to kick the ferret-faced man in the loud jacket in the balls again.
"God, no!" Lonny croaked. "You killed me," he said. And then he began to talk about Doc Dennis and Wayne Baker-the one who'd got him into this.
And when the man left, Lonny lay on the floor still, barely able to crawl and he knew he'd never fuck another asshole again. Something was wrong between his legs, and he knew he couldn't, and he wept with his face pressed against the tile, tasting his tears and waiting for the police to save him!
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"It's time again," Dennis said cheerfully. He was holding the dildo in his hand where Ruth Ann could see it and respond like one of Pablov's dogs-only it was her cunt that started to froth and drip goo.
"Yes," Ruth Ann groaned. She felt so empty without the dildo. Nothing felt like it, nothing at all. She arched her back and opened her cunt for it, begging for it to be rammed up her aching slot.
"Wait a minute, doc," Wayne rubbed his hands. "Let's hold off on that for a minute. I've got a better idea. We want to make sure, right?"
"There's nothing to make sure of," Dennis said coldly. "A couple more days and she'll be conditioned to this-and only this. Like the others, it will take one of these to get her off, to make her feel human again."
"Sure, doc. Sure! But that don't mean we can't try out the merchandise ourselves. Who's to know?"
Dennis didn't like the idea. He liked feeding the dildo into Ruth Ann's quivering cunt and sticking his cock up her asshole. It made him feel whole again, instead of impotent, as he'd been so much of the time.
Smiling, Wayne unstrapped the girl from the table and helped her to stand. He thought that Doc Dennis was over the hill, himself. But that didn't mean they had to turn down a great piece of nooky when it was begging them to take it.
Ruth Ann smiled. She was dizzy and she recognized the cab driver who had helped her on the train and the doctor. Particularly him because he had that wonderful artificial cock in his hand, getting ready to put it up her twat if she was good. He'd promised and she'd been very good. She knew she shouldn't want it, but she did. There was no way she could not want it.
Wayne stood in front of her and blocked her view of the dildo. His hands caught her butt and hoisted her off the ground. His naked cock was hard against her belly and Ruth Ann knew she wanted it, too.
Her breasts were skidding on the cab driver's rough shirt. Her nipples were inflamed from the contact, but it didn't stop Wayne from lowering her down his front so that her crack split open and glided down his upthrust cock.
"Oooooo, yessssss," Ruth Ann hissed, and her arms went around Wayne's neck. She didn't mind that she was naked and the two men were clothed, not as long as she was able to get a pecker in her box.
Wayne began moving his hips, stitching his needle in and out of her sex slot. It was an incredible feeling of fulfillment to have a cock in her slit again instead of that horrid dildo. Up and down in her slot his penis slipped, up and down, and twisting round and sideways so that she was being massaged inside out.
Ruth Ann was like a rag doll. She felt what was being done to her. She enjoyed it, but at the same time she was numb. She could only respond to his cock by fucking back. Her cunt was vociferous as it gobbled Wayne's meat and she humped harder and faster, but it didn't quite fill her like the dildo.
"More," she moaned. "More, more, morel"
Breathing hard, enjoying his cock in her hot twat, Wayne grinned at the psychologist. "You heard the lady," he said. "How about plugging her rear with your pecker. I'll bet she likes that. And so will you!"
Ruth Ann heard him, heard the implied slur that the psychologist interpreted as an insult, an insinuation that he was a fag. But he moved up behind Ruth Ann and freed his cock because he did enjoy jabbing her butthole. Like Lonny, it was a habit forming vice.
He pushed up against Ruth Ann's naked buttocks. The long-legged secretary shivered as she felt his cock head drilling into her asshole, but then she thrust back as much as she could, still holding Wayne's cock in her cunt, trying to get it in her right and fast and hard.
And then she stood still, frozen by pleasure. Once started, Dennis didn't need help to fuck Ruth Ann's rear. And she was suddenly impaled front and back by two men. It felt fantastic. She was boiling with ecstasy. Her legs were too weak to support her, but that didn't matter. She could hang suspended on the two cocks that shuttled back and forth, back and forth in her body.
One minute she concentrated on the wonderful feeling in her cunt. Then her asshole was being rammed and stretched unmercifully. She braced for it and Wayne took advantage of the moment to slam into her soft pussy with all of his strength.
She was a ping pong ball impaled on two peckers and they worked furiously inside her body, pushing and colliding.
And still she moaned, "More ... more ... more!"
"More, damn you," Dennis snarled. He pulled out of her throbbing butt and shoved the dildo up her ass and Ruth Ann stiffened and screamed with pleasure. And then the psychologist was against her again.
Maybe his idea had been to shove his cock back in her with his creation sharing the space. But it wouldn't fit and his long, slender cock skittered between his legs and suddenly Wayne's savage thrust up her pussy seemed to carry the psychologist's cock into her steamy depths.
Ruth Ann screamed quietly. The dildo up her rectum was wonderful.
But then she felt the psychologist's cock cramming up her crack and she had two cocks in her slit tearing her open and it was ecstasy. Two peckers in her gash, working back and forth at different tempos, like dueling swords, slicing her open.
"OOOOO, YESSS, YESSSSS, YESSSSS!!!" she screamed and she pounded down on the two cocks and Dennis switched on the dildo and her whole crotch erupted into a frenzy of heat and motion as she came again and again.
Ruth Ann could not stop coming. One orgasm followed another.
All Ruth Ann could do was try to suck them into her, fill her bursting cunt with the two jerking, squirmy cocks that swelled inside of her like swollen balloons.
Dennis felt his cock heated, burning, rubbing against Wayne's in the same sex glove. And he couldn't hold back. He exploded in a burst of hot liquid that deluged Ruth Ann's insides. And Wayne did too. They poured their come into her until her sex cup wouldn't hold anymore, and then it was pouring out of her, leaking down her thighs and puddling at her feet.
Ruth Ann swayed between them. She was so satiated she couldn't move. Her crack was rubbed beautifully raw, her vagina was distended with the masculine tribute that filled it.
There was nothing else for the girl. Even though the dildo still shocked her asshole, she slipped into a deep sleep.
"Christ, that was really something," Wayne said. He helped Dennis slide the girl back on the table and watched with interest as he extracted the dildo from her ass.
Dennis stared at him, his eyes blazing. "You bastard! You were insinuating that I'm some sort of fairy, weren't you?"
"Take it easy, doc," Wayne said. He backed away, but he wasn't afraid. The psychologist was bigger, but not stronger. The pseudo cabdriver prided himself on his condition, his toughness.
But the psychologist didn't play fair. And he was fast. Very fast.
Wayne was still putting his hands up when the metal light standard smashed against his skull, dropping him to the floor with a major concussion.
Dennis looked at Wayne, lying so peacefully on the floor, and he smiled and turned back to Ruth Ann. He didn't feel surprised at seeing the girl sitting up. It was as if somebody had turned a key in him and locked out all the surprises. The hell with selling the girl, he was going to fuck her into oblivion. He was going to ream her twat and asshole and fuck her to death, if that's what it took.
He pushed up against her and forced her back against the table and pushed his hard pecker up her slack cunt.
Ruth Ann didn't resist. His cock in her exhausted hole felt only mildly fulfilling. But it was better than nothing. Better than an empty hole. She churned her hips and suddenly she was the aggressor and Dennis the victim.
In easy cadence, Ruth Ann fucked him, milking his cock with her cunt muscles, stripping his penis almost as well as if she'd done it by hand. In and out, in and out, his pecker flashed between her swollen cunt lips, stroking softly and pleasantly.
Dennis couldn't hold back. He came. His jism poured into her aching void.
And then he got hard again and started the rhythm of sex.
They got on the table and he lay on his back and stared up at her, feeling wonderful as she rode his penis to erotic bliss.
Ruth Ann leaned over him and her tits dangled in his mouth and Dennis bit them. He sucked them into his mouth and chewed them and Ruth Ann mewed with pleasure at the sudden stabs of sensation.
Staring down at Doctor Dennis Fellter, treating her as a sex slave, Ruth Ann felt the hatred rise in her body, blanking out the anaesthesia of lust that had been built in her. She felt his mouth on her breasts, and she fucked harder until his back arched and he drove his cock into her like a spike and spilled his seed in her cunny.
He was done, exhausted, but Ruth Ann kept moving her soggy cunt against his belly and Dennis smiled and knew she was his to command, his sex slave, and it would be too bad when he sold her. But there were others.
His head nodded and he dozed off. Just for a minute, and then again and Ruth Ann was still leaning over him and making fucking motions and her flesh against his pleased him and he dozed off again.
Smiling down at him, her true expression masked by an artificial pallor of lust, the girl leaned over the psychologist and smothered his face with her tits. She smiled as her hands gently pulled his overhead and she tightened the straps on his wrists.
Then she swung her legs off the table and stood silently, watching him.
Dennis woke from his momentary sleep and blinked and saw Ruth Ann standing alongside the table.
"Get back up here," he demanded brusquely. "You can suck my cock off, now."
She smiled and he saw something in her smile. He started to get off the table, to chastise her, and discovered he couldn't. His wrists were fastened to the head of the table-as hers had been.
And then his eyes widened as he saw her step closer to the table and her hand came up and he realized she had the dildo in it.
He struggled, but it was no good. Ruth Ann jammed the dildo up his quaking asshole and he howled as it went in. Then, deliberately, the girl forced first one flailing leg down and strapped it to the table, then the other, impaling him on his own dildo.
She leaned over his body and softly mouthed his erect cock even as she turned the dildo on. Dennis squealed as the first erotic shock burst through his body. His cock twitched and spewed up a droplet of come that Ruth Ann swallowed. Then she turned away.
"You can't go and leave me like this," Dennis screamed. His body bucked under the stimulus of the dildo in his asshole and he sobbed drunkenly.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Ruth Ann wandered out of the house naked. Her mind was confused. She ignored the screaming of the man down in the basement room. He couldn't be heard upstairs. And it seemed natural to the girl to want to get away.
The night air was warm, the darkness was a comfort to her.
The lights of the car swept into the driveway and she stood still, wondering who would be coming, if they would treat her as she had been treated, and in a secret part of her mind, she wanted them to do that.
Tom Jennings rented a car and Janie told him she was going with him. He objected, but Tina was staying in the girl's place and there was no talking her out of it.
The drive was long and tense as houses became fewer and fewer and Tom wondered what he was doing, what he was driving into. Lonny had told him about the arrangements to sell "conditioned" girls to mobster brothels on the east coast and in South America and Asia and Africa.
But it was too late to turn back and Janie snuggled against him and her hand was comforting, playing with his prick. It got hard and after a while she snuggled down and took it out of his pants and put her mouth on it and he felt a lot better.
She was still sucking and stroking it when they drove up to the house and Tom saw Ruth Ann naked in the driveway. They were a long way away from civilization and he didn't hesitate, his cock still dangling out of his pants, he stopped the car, jumped out and pushed Ruth Ann into the back seat and sprayed gravel getting away.
Janie immediately recognized the girl's condition. Soothingly she got into the back seat with Ruth Ann and held her as a mother might hold a child. And Ruth Ann broke down into agonized sobs. She was safe.
They didn't go back that night. They found a motel and Janie and Tom smuggled Ruth Ann into the room without clothes.
The three of them snuggled in the one big bed, Tom in the middle. He was surprised when he was awakened in the middle of the night by Ruth Ann crawling on him and rubbing her velvety cunt over his cock. And even more surprised when Janie helped him fuck the girl, caressing his balls as he plowed in and out of her clasping cunt.
"Therapy," Janie said. And she kissed Tom before she told him that the three of them were going back to live in her apartment because she and Ruth Ann had talked it out and decided.
And Tom Jennings didn't even mind later that his vote hadn't been counted!
