Since Salinger's Catcher in the Rye the American reading public has been exposed to a series of novels depicting adolescents on the verge of maturity who are confronted with the difficult problem of discovering their sexual identity. Most of these books deal humorously with the subject, and that comic view of youth has become, over the past twenty years, an accepted way of presenting this perplexing problem without plunging into the tragic aspects of growing up.
We, the publishers, believe that Tracy Sinclair in her novel The Naive Guest has broken this pattern, and in doing so has given us a fresh view of young people. Through her realistic portrayal of two girls and their experiences and changes of attitude towards sex throughout their fall semester at a southern university, Ms. Sinclair shows us that much has been left out of the previous fictional literature on the subject. She does this by focusing on the choices each girl makes and how those choices will affect their future lives.
The girls are of completely opposite personalities, one sweet and puritanical, the other amoral and self-seeking. They are, in a sense, perfect examples of extremes in temperament, and yet as the book proceeds we observe that they are not as far apart in their values as they initially had seemed. The common denominator, the leveler, it is obvious, is sex.
The conflict developing within June, the more naive and innocent of the two, is between the social pressures exerted on her by the university and her friends, and her own rather strait-laced values that have been instilled in her since childhood by her parents. She has two main concerns: her need to get an education so as to escape her provincial small town background, and whether or not she should finally go to bed with her boyfriend, with whom she went steady as a senior in her hometown and who is now also a freshman at this same college. As the reader will discover, these two concerns meet head-on, and make for exciting fiction.
Lucy, the more sophisticated of the two girls functions on a different level in this novel. For the curvaceous young brunette, there are no such things as moral choices to be made; there are only needs to be fulfilled and people to be manipulated to achieve her ends. She is the classic socio-pathic type: charming, yet totally lacking in ethics. As the plot unfolds, we see that her attitudes have a strong influence on June's moral development.
If the novel moves us, it is because we all have experienced the same growing pains and similar conflicts of values as adolescents. Perhaps, as Ms. Sinclair suggests through her depiction of Lucy's boyfriend's father and that older man's relationship with the voluptuous brunette, many of us are still making that arduous voyage from youth to maturity.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE? THERE IS A MAN COMING UP THE CENTER STAIRCASE."
"MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE? THERE IS A MAN COMING UP THE CENTER STAIRCASE."
The sonorous voice of the elderly woman at the front desk welled over the public address system. She leaned back from her microphone and frowned at the general confusion she had caused in the teeming lobby of the girls dormitory.
Glenn Brown, making his way up the center staircase, tried not to smile. He carried an enormous suitcase in either hand ... a small train case tucked under his left elbow and an elongated glossy pink plastic make-up kit wedged between the train case and his muscular left side. His right arm strained around a bulbous hair dryer, white and dome-shaped like a miniature space capsule. He was a handsome strongly built man in his mid-forties, but for the moment, he looked all lopsided, like a paraplegic bellboy. He tried not to look at the full wagging buttocks of his son's girlfriend just three steps ahead....
The problem was that she seemed to be trying to put the make on him. He and his son, Danny had hardly picked her up at the airport this mid-September Sunday morning when she was clinging to his side and strange thoughts began to race through his head ... The little bitch is egging me on ... his mind churned now ... wanting me to get into her pants! The way she was pressing up against me in the car ... it's a wonder she didn't come right out with the plain words ... and tell me she wanted me to throw a fuck into her...!
And poor Danny was back at the airport now, trying to locate a hat box she'd lost suddenly and mysteriously at the loading area. Glenn had gone to get his car from the lot, leaving Danny and her and the baggage on the loading ramp, but ten minutes later he had driven up to hear it was missing! I got the weird feeling she maneuvered that ... ducked into a restroom and dumped it ... poor Danny would never notice ... JEEZUS, I WISH HE'D HURRY BACK. I CAN'T HOLD OUT FOREVER!
What he dreaded was being alone with the voluptuous brunette in her room. Silence ... privacy ... waiting for Danny ... the temptation that could become irresistible! Inexorably, his eyes lifted to the hypnotic movement of her full hips ... he pulled them back into their sockets, concentrating on the next step ... then the next.
All Glenn Brown had sensed about the girl's lewd conniving was true, but for the moment she let her attention be diverted by the spectacle they were creating. Lucy Harper sensed hundreds of pairs of eyes on her as she swayed and undulated her hips softly and purposefully, climbing slowly and as though she had all the time in the world up the center staircase from the crowded main lobby of Magnolia Hall ... Undergraduate Women's Dormitory ... Southern Tennessee University.
She didn't care if the elevator had broken down. It just added to the stir she was already expecting to arouse by arriving at the dormitory two days late. Somebody's got to provide some excitement around this place, she thought, and I'm just the one to do it! She carried two light suitcases and a poster of Peter Fonda rolled up in a long white stiff tube, his windblown motorcycle countenance temporarily hidden from view. The rolled up poster measured four feet in length and rode under an arm on a hipbone, its long white upper half bobbing strangely up and down in the air before her in response to the steady rolling of her hips. Actually, she didn't give two hoots or a damn about Peter Fonda, but by tonight the picture would be taped on the ceiling above the bed in her private room. Just like it had been last year. What she did like was its shock value hung on the ceiling ... it looked obscene, seeming to hint at something so perverse about Lucy Harper that the other girls were too shocked to even ask why she had put it there. And that appealed to her exhibitionist streak and to that strange incomprehensible sexual excitement that ran through her whenever she was doing something audacious and brazen.
"You all right down there?" she reached the red-carpeted deep balcony-mezzanine that ran in a complete circle around the huge modernistic lobby below and turned to smile at her boyfriend's father still puffing up the stairs.
"Sure ... all right ... it's nothing at all," he croaked valiantly.
"You poor dear," she looked into his eyes and gave him an even deeper smile with a faint lewd glow of invitation in her gently curling lips. "But I've got a good idea for something to reward you."
Glenn Brown ignored that and made the final effort up the last few steps. "Jesus Christ," he heaved in a low breathless voice as he reached the landing and dropped the luggage. "Thank God this place doesn't have ten floors."
"Now we've got to wait for the maid to accompany us upstairs since men aren't allowed in the rooms," she confided. "To make sure nothing funny happens between us." She laughed suddenly.
Glenn Brown narrowed his eyes, wondering what could possibly happen to a forty-five year old man who had just carried one hundred pounds of luggage up four flights of stairs. "That seems sort of silly," he responded, trying to establish a normal tone. "After all, I'm your boyfriend's father, not your boyfriend. Besides, I'm forty-five years old."
She shrugged, her eyes twinkling, "That makes it all the more interesting, don't you think?"
He blinked, speechless. Goddamnit, why doesn't that kid of mine get here? I bet she dumped her hat box in a trash can. An icicle seemed to slide down to the hollow of his spine as she turned to face him and he was confronted by the nearness of her proudly upthrust breasts. The tight leotard-like body sweater that clung to their lushly ripened contours only succeeded in revealing them more and making them all the more tantalizing.
The identical thought seemed to cross through her mind at the same time. "Oh, there's no problem with the maid ... it's easy enough to get rid of her. But we can't afford to waste anymore time, so I'll go see if I can find her."
Brown breathed a visible sigh of relief as the provocative woman-child moved away from him toward some closed office doors on the other side of the mezzanine. He hated to admit it to himself, but she was absolutely ... magnificent! ... not the average college beauty. He recalled her on the landing overlooking his climbing figure with a face and body that many a movie star couldn't hope to compete with.
First, she gave the appearance of being statuesque, although she actually stood slightly shorter than normal. Then, the hair cascading down past her shoulder blades was jet black and thick and curly, tousling back from her high forehead with wild splendor. She looked definitely exotic ... and foreign perhaps until one saw the dark blue eyes and flawless ivory skin which was a luminous white, soft and blushing into a faint pink on the underside of her high cheekbones.
He watched her seductively swaying figure disappear into an office on the other side. She was wearing an expensive looking beige-woolen pants suit and red sweater. Beneath the tightness of her slacks, her buttocks were full and rounded, thighs were taut with firm contours rising up to the twin hillocks of her ass-cheeks ... with the deep inviting crevice of her buttocks outlined by the clinging material.
When she had disappeared, he walked to the edge of the balcony, levering his arms on the balustrade, and looked down at the lavishly decorated lobby. He couldn't help thinking ... Christ, it's incredible how things have changed for them. This lobby equals any of the most expensive hotels. His son Danny would never know what its like to try to study and have to hold a job at the same time. For the first time he could consciously remember, he felt jealous of his own son. An unsuspected rage welled up at the injustice for himself, born twenty-five years too early and having to pay for this adolescent heaven.
His thoughts raced back to the girl, and he was faced with the unavoidable question ... why me? She couldn't have been more than nineteen, yet she seemed to regard him as irresistible. Still, although he and Danny's mother had parted years ago, he was no lonely divorced executive. With his large strongly-built frame and dark good looks, he'd always had a way with women of all ages ... which was exactly why his marriage broke up in the first place. He just couldn't be satisfied with one woman ... and Lucy Harper, with her striking Irish good looks, was exactly the sexy bombshell type he always went for. But he couldn't understand her ability to overleap the facts of their relationship. Why didn't she see the obstacle in him being her own boyfriend's father?
By the next quarter of an hour, the whole tenor of his thoughts had changed. So much time had passed that he almost began to wish Danny wasn't expected. Damnit, he's been gone so long, I could have balled her three times and already forgotten about it. Now, instead of awaiting Danny's arrival, he began to hope he had gotten tied up ... indefinitely. Now it was Lucy he was waiting for. Each fleeting second seemed like more good time lost from what they could have spent together.
"Mr. Brown," he jumped to find Lucy poking demurely at his forearm with one finger. "We can go up now."
They followed the maid through the employees' cafeteria to a service elevator. The door clanged shut and Lucy closed her eyes. Up, up they rose, creaking slowly upward, and as Lucy stood in the corner, she was thinking all the while ... I want him, I've just got to get him to fuck me ... but it's a matter of working things out. He thinks I'm off bounds because of Danny so I'll have to be more aggressive. She desired him because she'd never had an older man ... a real grown-up man. And, perversely, too, because he was Danny's father! Then there was the deal with Danny over the fraternity thing ... and, beyond all feelings that had no motivation or reason but pure desire ... just because!
The elevator jolted to a stop, the heavy doors groaning open, then the maid announced, "Man on the floor!" but nobody seemed to notice. They proceeded to a room halfway down the long corridor.
Lucy felt a rush of excitement as she unlocked the door with the key that came in the mail to her large family estate in Belmont two weeks ago. It was the same room she'd had last year though no one understood why she had to have it since all the girl's quarters were exactly identical. She didn't either ... except maybe it was the strong morning light. Or maybe it made up for not being able to live at her sorority, despite her somewhat irregular efforts to raise her poor grade point.
She shoved the thought out of her mind and watched the door open on a long narrow room. Thin flat green carpet hugged the floor like linoleum. There was a single bed, blond built-in drawers and bookshelves, one desk and chair, a lamp, one armchair ... and a wall-sized window of glass at the far end, letting in dusty shafts of late morning sunlight.
"I'm home!!" Lucy suddenly wailed and flung her arms dramatically in the air.
Glenn Brown dropped the baggage on the floor and stood by awkwardly as Lucy negotiated with the maid, persuading her that Glenn couldn't leave since his son was expected any moment. Glenn closed his eyes and the image came back of the shapely brunette leaning against the elevator wall, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, breasts shoved proudly forward, all the while they were being jolted higher and higher. He wished the goddamn maid would leave ... it was excruciatingly true that his son was due any moment.
Finally, the door closed and he watched curiously as Lucy locked the door from the inside, then moved to do the same with another door, apparently the bathroom.
He settled uncomfortably into the too small stiff wood framed armchair. "Don't you have a roommate?" he asked tentatively.
"No, darling, this is a private dorm. You think I'd let my old man lay out two thousand a year for a crummy room that I have to share with someone! That's no fun!" She smiled from the bathroom door. "Actually, I have a suite-mate. We share the bathroom. That's why I'm locking it."
"You mean, once a guy manages to get into one of these rooms, there's nobody else there?" he teased.
"Well, hopefully, the girl that he came to see is there!" She giggled at her own comment. As she laughed, turning to face him, her melony breasts jiggled and danced in front of him like firm jelly.
She moved to his chair, settling one hip on the wooden arm, and the icicle on his spine melted in a sudden gushing heat at his loins. "Jesus Christ," she said.
Then there was a pause. "What do you say that for?" Glenn asked finally.
"I don't know," she considered slowly. "It's just something to say. What else can a person say about moving?" Once again, she raised her arms dramatically in the air.
"Oh yeah," Glenn agreed though he didn't really quite understand. "I guess I see what you mean."
"It's a terrible strain ... emotionally ... psychologically ... physically ... moving from one place to another."
What the hell are we talking about? flashed through Glenn Brown's mind. He looked up at her sitting on the arm on his chair, imagining that the position must be terribly uncomfortable although she didn't show it. She sat on one buttock, balanced by a foot outstretched to the floor. The full curving thigh of her other leg spread across the flat wooden brown arm of his chair, leaving her calf to dangle from the knee over the edge. The voluptuous profile of her body, particularly her roundly swelling breasts, was exposed completely to his view mere inches away. Jesus Christ, she is ... STACKED! the thought quivered like a hot electric wire through his brain. The small budlike nipple of her left breast, stiff and rounded, was fully apparent through the red body sweater that clung to every little hollow and curve of her form like it was plastered to her chest. The nipples lay in temptingly direct line with his mouth, making him afraid to turn his head. His neck began to ache from being in one position too long.
"Am I crowding you, darling?" she whispered down at him.
"No, not exactly...." he stammered. "But this seems a little out of order!"
"You don't like me?" she pouted suddenly.
"No ... no, I didn't say that. It's just that ... after all, your boyfriend is my son...."
"What difference does that make?" she protested as though offended.
"Well," his head reeled with confusion at that. At the same time, he could feel the blood engorging rapidly into his cock and crossed his legs in an effort to hide what would any second be a complete erection. "For one thing, Danny will be here any moment," he blurted out.
"Then why are you wasting our time!" her voice rang out pleadingly.
Glenn was so shocked he couldn't think of an answer for that either, or even move.
But Lucy didn't notice. God, he'd better do something quick ... she was thinking. The wetly sensitive area up between her legs rode the arm of her chair and she had to consciously hold herself back from shivering with delight. Hotly tingling sensations sparked in her vagina, flashed through her belly and pulsed up to her nipples. God, I'm so horny I can hardly stand it, and he's just sitting around ... My belly, always feels so nice when someone's doing it to me ... so warm and piercing and all ready to burst into flames ... until when I finally cum, I just go off like a sky rocket. God, I wish he'd do SOMETHING.
"I could come to your motel," she suggested.
Her boyfriend's father looked at her downcast eyes and wetly parted lips ... felt the sweet perfumed warmth of her body ... and did do something.
With a sudden movement, he wrapped his arm around her back and slid her body into his lap, his free hand already caressing the smooth warmth of her thighs. She turned into the circle of his arms without resistance, radiant raw passion on her face, her eyes glazing. He pulled her harder into his lap and felt her hips move willingly down onto his painfully bulging penis, the warmth of her hips transmitted to him clearly through the cloth of his slacks. She tilted her head sideways to be kissed ... and her hips, undulating urgently, told him to hurry.
Their mouths met and welded, their tongues thrusting and twisting, probing and tasting and savoring, as a riotous welter of sensation slashed and seared through their wildly excited loins.
His hand went exploring, moving down her back to her smoothly rounded buttocks to feel them squirm in his palm again ... and remembering that for all her womanliness, she couldn't have been twenty yet. It was the firmness of her breasts and belly and buttocks that reminded him.
They broke apart at the knock on the door.
The girl groaned with disappointment, but didn't move from his lap until Glenn grew frightened and lifted her off him. He jerked to his feet, trying to compose himself. Smoothing her clothing reluctantly, Lucy went to the door letting in his son Danny, accompanied by a maid and carrying the lost hat box.
"Hi, dad," the tall dark-haired boy grinned, a lean version of his father. "It was on a dolly down at the other end of the ramp. I guess it got mixed up with someone else's luggage."
"Good thing nobody stole it," Glenn Brown tried to say casually. "Well, I guess I'll go sack out at the motel...."
Danny followed him to the door. "Worse yet, they might have put it on another airplane."
"Oh yeah, yeah," he muttered distractedly. "Nice meeting you, Lucy," was all he could pull out of his confusion for a parting statement. He saw her standing in the middle of the room with an unhappy expression on her face and realized, with a sickening gulf of dismay ... Damnit, I forgot to take her up on that offer to come to my motel room!
He suggested they all meet for dinner and told Danny he'd call him at his fraternity at four. Once again, negotiations were carried out with the maid, and she disappeared with Glenn Brown, leaving Danny in the room with Lucy.
"What happened between you and my old man?" he said as soon as she closed the door.
"Uh-uh," Lucy shook her head teasingly. "I don't have to tell you anything. That's part of the agreement."
Danny Brown stood just inside the door in a state of total agony. He remembered their agreement of last spring and thought he must have been crazy ... it had come at the end of a torrid argument capping off their insane freshman year, a year that had started with him simply balling Lucy and ended in a frenzy of swapping dates and unrestrained sex parties. He had liked that well enough-that was the trouble. And he had liked equally well the way it set him up as a big man not only in his fraternity but in an ever increasingly important social circle. Upperclassmen, influential alumnae, even a few university administration and faculty people ... they all wanted to get in on the exciting action, and Danny Brown became known as the spark that ignited it. And, with the exotic and flamboyant Lucy Harper as his cooperative partner, they had been a perfect team. Then, last spring, she had suddenly changed her mind. It had hit him like a blow between the eyes. Girls that swung as hard as Lucy just weren't around. He wasn't going to be much of a spark without his other half ... and he saw the walls of the castle he had constructed begin to crumble.
She said it was hard on her nerves and demanded equal sacrifices from him. If he was so modern and super-charged, let him prove it ... but God, his own father! He'd counted on her forgetting it over the summer. Then, this morning, there had been the very strange and mysterious disappearance of her hat box ... and he'd found himself waving good-bye to the pair, left behind at the goddamned airport.
"All I want to know ... is did you make it?" he asked, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
"All you want to know!" she repeated with a shrug. "And what is there to ask after that?"
She moved closer, torturing him. Jeezus, she knows how bad I want her ... but I just can't do it ... not after my own father! He practically collapsed with relief when she spoke again.
"No," she conceded reluctantly. "Not yet, anyway."
"Oh," he tried to cover his happiness with blandness, but found himself drawing closer to her, in spite of all his efforts. He forced himself into a veer to the right, strolling along the outsides of the room in a casual circle around her. He felt happy now as the horrendous possibility receded into the uncertainty and distance of the future. And he was figuring all the while. I'll keep myself between them ... if they're never alone, there just won't be the opportunity! Or maybe by that time I'll have adjusted to it. He had worked himself back into the same confident state as when they had settled the agreement the first time last spring. "Looks like the old man set you up real good," he walked around the pile of baggage until he stood directly in front of Lucy.
"It's been a terribly long three months, hasn't it, Danny?" she raised her deep china-blue eyes to his face.
"Christ, you know I couldn't stand it another day. Do you think we could do it, Lucy, make it here?" he pushed her backwards to the bed and slid onto the mattress beside her.
Mid-September sunlight flooded through the window and arced around her cascading black hair that spilled out on the mattress under her head. She lay on her back, looking languidly up at him stretched out on his side next to her. Jesus, he thought, I just got to ram it inside her before I cum in my pants. She giggled and ran a long fingernail down his tanned muscular forearm. Danny's semi-hard cock stiffened against the tightly pressing material of his jeans as her hand circled slowly from his wrist and touched suggestively at the wide Moroccan leather belt crossing his taut abdomen.
"Silly," she breathed with mock-innocence, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, yes, you do. C'mon, Lucy," he crimsoned over. "A guy gets tired of waiting ... There were times this summer when I didn't think I could hold myself back...."
Lucy's heavy-lidded eyes opened and twinkled with laughter. "Danny, don't try to put me on.
"Well, nothing happened to get uptight about," he admitted, grinning at the way she had seen through him and flashing his straight white teeth. Then, serious again, he said, "There was no one like you ... not even approaching you!"
Secretly, Lucy was satisfied with the way he replied to her question. There was no reason she and Danny couldn't have their little affairs on their own when they were away from each other. Last year, although they had been swapping around with friends, the other had always been present ... but it was good to be independent, too, for a change. Anyway, she had a scrupulous way of avoiding potential unpleasantries of this sort by making fun of what others might consider terribly serious. Lucy wasn't a solemn person and she knew it. Besides, she didn't care about conventional ethics, one way or the other. When she acted morally, it was out of convenience not from puritanical judgments. She liked Danny for the same reason. No doubt he was aware of her flings at the lake this summer ... word got out easily, and she was grateful that he wasn't making a big thing out of it. Of course, he had been distracted momentarily by the issue of his father....
"I'm very proud of you, my darling," she decided it was best to drop the whole subject of infidelity immediately and pressed her full moist lips against his mouth.
He kissed her back, plunging his tongue hotly into the warm moist cavern of her mouth. Their tongues met and parted, playing teasingly against each other. His hand slipped from her shoulder down her tight sweater to one full high-set breast. She squirmed tauntingly out of his grasp, sliding her body onto her side and backing away from him, but he came after her, his torso pressed lengthwise tight against her smoothly curving abdomen and full wide-spaced breasts as they lay on their sides.
"Hey, fella," she drew her face back slightly and giggled, and tapped her forefinger affectionately against his chin.
"Hey, baby ... you are beautiful, you know that?"
"I've been warned," she sighed, "of certain ... male ... tendencies ... that might lead ... to...."
"Rape!" he laughed.
"Danny! You idiot! You know I don't dig that."
"All I know is I got a hard-on that won't quit!"
She wrestled from his grasp, laughing, and wedged her firm buttocks against the wall beside the bed. "How could I miss it? It must make men uncomfortable to have that big ... thing constantly in the way."
"Lucy," he whispered. "Is ... I mean, can you feel your pussy getting hot?"
"Good God, you're vulgar," she wrinkled her pretty nose and smiled. "Yes ... it feels nice having you back, Danny ... but there were other men this summer. I just couldn't satisfy myself, the way we expected," she admitted. On second thought, she foresaw that they would have to discuss this sometime-and there didn't seem to be any better moment than now, when he would take it as teasing and salacious. In his present state of arousal, he couldn't possibly get mad att her!
"You just may be making me jealous," he said.
"If I told you about it, would you tell me about the girls you did it to, Danny? We've always been honest with each other."
"Okay," he smiled with lewd anticipation. "We'll share our summer adventures ... yeah, and you can show me what you've learned!"
"It's a deal! Now let's have some scotch."
His face fell into disappointment. "Now?!" He began to slide towards her, his lips twisting in a lewd smile. "I sort of had in mind ... a simultaneous demonstration ... of what you learned and all ... while you tell me about it!"
"That is good, but later," she raised her hand to his chest, holding him back. "Danny, it's been a long time ... and I have no intentions of hurrying."
"Oh yeah," he smiled with lewd understanding and stood from the bed. "Where's the scotch?"
"In the train case next to the door."
Danny crossed the room and opened the leather valise, finding the liquor bottle hidden behind some cosmetics.
"Ice?" he looked across the room at her.
"You'll just have to be satisfied with it straight or with water. The bathroom's locked but the keys are on the desk."
Danny went into the bathroom for glasses and water. He stood before the large mirror over the wash basin, admiring his dark even tan and the muscles he had developed at his life guard job during the summer. It was something he'd inherited from the old man ... that tendency towards narcissism which made him pause before reflected images of himself. Maybe that was why he and Lucy were so damn compatible. He liked the attention the two of them got when they appeared at parties together. His own dark good looks combined with her raven-haired Irish beauty made them look almost like sister and brother, he thought, as he half-filled the drinking glasses with scotch and poured in some water. When he turned from the mirror, the door on the opposite side of the bathroom opened. The curvaceous profile of a young blonde girl appeared, then pulled backwards again. Danny heard the latch snap shut.
"You've got a pretty blonde sharing the bathroom with ya," he announced to Lucy as he re-entered the bedroom.
She lay on her back with her sweater off. The large smoothly uplifted half-spheres of her breasts pointed invitingly towards the ceiling, naked save for the sheer almost-transparent covering of her brassiere. "Oh? ... I do hope my neighbor is agreeable...." she said worriedly.
"I'd say she's more than that," he chuckled out of the acute state of arousal still plaguing his youthful body and emotions.
"Now don't let your mind wander," her voice teased good-naturedly. "You've got more than you can handle right here. "
Danny moved to the end of the bed and his eyes flickered across the flat plane of Lucy's stomach to the slight mound beneath her slacks. She smiled lazily up at him without a word, just a seductive smile playing across her lips. His breath sucked in as she lifted her knees, planting her feet flat on the bed, and let her legs sway slightly apart. He swallowed dryly from the sudden excitement of the lewd pose she had taken.
Christ! he thought. There's just no one else like her. His eyes played over the full well-rounded curves of her half undressed body and tiny ripples of desire began to run swiftly over the sensitive nerve ends of his skin. He let his whole being luxuriate in the sight of the voluptuous contours stretched out in anticipation before him. Then his glance stopped for a moment on the high-set round breasts that were set widely apart ... he never failed to marvel at their size! And yet their firm, pointed shapes crescented against the white skin of her arms and the creaminess of her chest and belly made them seem a bit smaller than they actually were ... but still fuller than average, even in this position. Wow, she's really something else, he thought. Like something out of a man's magazine! His eyes flicked to the sweep of her long rounded thighs pressing enticingly against her tight slacks ... he imagined the soft velvet black pussy hair covering her loins and the wetly throbbing pinkness of her vaginal slit, and felt his cock give a pulsating quiver....
"You know, Danny, sometimes you look really dumb ... If it wasn't for your charm, I'd throw you over for another guy in a minute," she teased him, beginning to undo the side zipper of her slacks. "Hand me my scotch and get naked. I said don't hurry, but let's not dawdle!" She kicked her shoes onto the carpet, then lifted her buttocks off the mattress and slid her bell bottoms down her long legs.
"Still the cock tease you always were," Danny half growled. "What's this business about another guy? Is that one of the stories you were going to tell me?"
He watched as she pulled off her slacks completely and tossed them onto the chair. "That will take awhile explaining," she smiled.
He handed her the scotch and set his own on the table by the bed, pulling at his clothes immediately after. It took only a short time for them to fall quickly to the floor where he left them lying in a haphazard heap. He stood for a moment at the edge of the bed looking down at her body clad only in brassiere and little bikini panties; a delicious morsel spread waiting for him on the bed. His long thick penis stood out rigid beneath the tightness of his sinewy belly. Lucy had risen to one elbow to take a sip from the tall drink and was looking at his hardness.
"Well, he wasn't so much a guy but a ... man," she continued staring at his thick upstanding cock. "Older men fascinate me. Even your father ... well, he's so handsome I can hardly put him in that category."
"Christ, don't bring my old man into it again," he groaned, slipping onto the bed and lying down on his back beside her. "You made it with an old guy this summer?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," she said softly as she brought the glass down from her lips. "That was something extraordinary."
"Really gave it to ya, did he?"
"I guess you could say that," she put the glass on the headboard and turned onto her side, beginning to move down the bed trailing the soft moistness of her lips across the hardness of his stomach. The tips of her fingers scratched lightly at the lust-swollen head of his cock that pulsed throbbingly in the air a scant distance above his navel. She crawled between his spreading legs and positioned herself on her knees, hovering on all fours over his lower torso with her pretty face poised just above his eagerly jerking penis until he could feel the hot air of her breath blowing close against it.
She giggled softly. "And what happened with you and this girl?"
"Christ...." he sputtered, "she was a piece of ass. It was after life guard duty ... she'd been waiting for me on the beach all that afternoon. We finally made it in the dressing house."
"Mmmmmmmmm," she responded softly, "that sounds sexy!"
"Don't be silly ... it really was! First she sucked me, then I went down on her...."
"And then...." her voice had deepened and there was an expectant glow in her deep blue eyes.
"You know the rest," Danny ground his teeth as she gave a gentle squeeze on his impatiently pulsing cock.
Positioning herself higher between his spread legs, she began to stroke and massage his blood-filled hardness, rubbing the skin back and forth, then slipping her hand down to his balls and cradling their softness in her palm. She fondled him for some time, then inched slowly backwards. She bent down, lowering her face over his pelvis, until he could feel her shoulders brushing gently against his tingling thighs, the tips of her breasts lewdly dancing above the sperm-inflated sac of his balls. Her face was now a few inches above the throbbing moist head of his penis. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his hips to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.
Lucy lowered her face slowly towards his upstanding shaft, flicking out her tongue and boring the moist tip tantalizingly into the tiny slit at the end. He groaned from the sudden unexpected contact. And then she was enveloping her soft warm mouth over his swollen cock-head, holding him tight with her lips pressed around the sensitive ridge just under the round cap.
"Suck ... oh Christ, suck me!" he moaned, raising his head from the pillow and gazing down at her face stuffed with his male shaft of rigid flesh. The sight of his stone-hard cock thrust partway between her tightly ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousandfold. The shaft was wet from his lubricant and the moistness of her overflowing saliva, and it glistened lewdly as she contracted her lips around the upper half buried inside her mouth. She squeezed the velvety skin of his testicles with the fingers of one hand and jerked the thick base of his penis between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to draw her lips more rapidly up and down, taking more and more of him inside her mouth with each sucking stroke ... The warm velvety softness of her mouth dropped him into a whirlpool of lewd obscene sensation ... he hadn't had it like this for so long ... There was nothing like the feeling of the satiny mounds of her breasts scraping salaciously across the slight muscular bulge of his thighs. Her wetly compressed lips nibbled at his long hard cock as though it were a sacred root whose nectar would soon flood the sucking concavity of her mouth ... Warm lips and warm tongue, her breath coming in short spasmodic gasps ... punctuating the up and down motion of her mouth over his excitedly throbbing cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she groaned as he began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the passion-thickened pole of flesh in and out of her mouth as he rotated his hips, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot swollen head a half inch inside her warmly sucking lips.
Lucy tried to imagine how the two of them looked, her mind mirroring the lewdly provocative position of their bodies ... him stretched out on his back while she hovered nakedly between his widespread thighs. Only in her fantasy, she was sucking on the thick semen-bloated cock of Denny's handsome father. No, she hadn't slept with an older man that summer ... nothing like that had happened ... at least not yet, but it's going to! In reality, she had made love to Danny's best friend, had sucked him like she was drawing tightly on Danny's shaft right now, and she had to tell Danny that, but more important now was her desire to go down on Mr. Brown. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine what it would be like ... the pubic hairs brushing against her contorted face as Danny's tickled wantonly at her chin now. There would be moisture filling her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as Glenn Brown shoved forward. Her mind drew a picture of Danny's father moaning like his son was doing now, his hands tangling wildly in her long black hair like Danny's were. The boy shoved forward, burying the rod deep in her throat, keeping pace with the expanding, and contracting suction of her cheeks.
Danny Brown looked down with rapidly mounting delight at the sweat glistening body of his girlfriend, her face skewered on the hot intrusive apex of his loins. Her lips were obscenely pulled out, exposing their tender pink underside as he withdrew; and then they collapsed softly inward again when he drove his massive hardness forward. He could feel her tongue twirling around the head and then fluttering maddeningly just below the hard rubbery cap. He held her head tighter. She coughed and sputtered below as the tip rhythmically brushed her tonsils on the in-stroke, and he stopped breathing as he watched her tender lips clasping tighter around it as her mouth enveloped the length of his thickness.
Lucy Harper licked and sucked at the hotly hardened cock like a demon, her mouth filled with the mixture of his lubricating fluid and her own saliva. She sucked for it to end ... feeling a simultaneous eruption of desire rippling salaciously between her legs. She could feel the tendons in his thighs stiffen and his legs clasp tighter around the sides of her head. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling at the black tendrils as he raised his crazily writhing buttocks off the mattress. She groaned around the long thrusting cock ... her mind flickered with images of Mr. Brown ... Danny's father, ramming his cum-filled erection into her mouth ... and the fantasy fused with the obscene reality of the boy's thick fleshy penis suddenly sliding deeper through her lips that sucked fishlike around it....
"Cummmmmmmmmmming, Christ, here I cum!" Danny moaned.
Suddenly it burst. The wildly jerking cock exploded in hot waves of cum into her sucking mouth, the thick semen spurting geyser-like down her throat. He groaned a soul-searing signal of his release and held her face flat against his wildly pumping pelvis.
Lucy gulped automatically, swallowing the sweet pungent liquid hungrily to satiate the wicked feeling of forbidden excitement that flooded through her consciousness. Gradually, she felt the throbbing shaft deflate between her lips. She still moaned and cooed, nibbling gently at the rubbery thickness of his gradually softening cock in her mouth. He stroked her hair, dropping one hand to her shoulders and sliding it to one of her heavily dancing mounds pressed against his thigh....
"Do you love me?" she lifted her head and teased softly, smiling into his face.
"Yeah, do you love me?"
"Yes."
Danny laughed when distant Sunday church bells began ringing out noon at just that moment ... he jerked his head back on the pillow to glance up at the portion of clear blue sky visible through the window. The mid-September weather was beautiful ... cool and Fall-like before Indian Summer. And the afternoon was just beginning. He knew she needed him inside her as much as he wanted to cum again, and he smiled silently to himself in anticipation.
And then the sunlight dimmed as a rapidly breathing Lucy moved up over him and braced her hands on the wall. Her nakedly trembling thighs were on each side of his head. She groaned, the sun was blotted out as ... slowly ... she lowered her hungrily pulsating pussy to the young boy's open mouth....
CHAPTER TWO
That same mid-September Sunday night Glenn Brown took them out to dinner. They drove far out of the city on the old two lane highway to a small but expensive restaurant, famous for its thick, juicy steaks and then came back to town early ... about eight o'clock. Lucy and Danny and Glenn had a drink in the father's downtown motel room while he finished packing. Then the young couple drove the older man out the other side of town on the new expressway to the airport ... Glenn had to hop the Sunday night flight back to Baltimore for a Monday morning meeting ... but he promised to visit again some weekend soon, though the exact date was left indefinite. Lucy and Danny were back in the small college town by nine o'clock, driving aimlessly through the hilly, tree-lined streets. It was too early to call it a night ... but too late to really do anything. Besides, there was little to do on Sunday ... and registration was the next day.
"Let's drop by the house," Danny announced. Lucy nodded wordlessly. She was tired ... she and Danny had made love all afternoon ... and then they'd eaten that heavy dinner with Glenn. Now she perked up slightly at the prospect of going to the house where something might be happening. She hadn't been at Danny's fraternity, Phi Upsilon, since last spring. It'd be fun to see all their old friends, maybe meet some new people.
"We're in luck ... there seems to be some life around," Danny remarked, pulling up the long circular driveway that ran in front of the huge white-columned house.
They walked in and found a large group in the long, deeply carpeted living room. Danny noticed the tall, lithe blonde he had encountered in Lucy's bathroom earlier that same afternoon and smiled at her pleasantly across the crowded bustling room. On second glance, she was even prettier than he remembered ... a real knockout...! with long, straight, silvery blonde hair, a baby face with enormous blue eyes and a fine-boned delicate body that went suddenly curvy and feminine in all the right places. She saw him gazing speculatively at her and nodded, blushing, in a demure way that caught his fancy. He poked Lucy in the elbow, nodding towards the girl, and they worked their way through several groups of people to meet her.
"Hi," Danny laughed. "Do you remember me? I believe we met earlier today in your bathroom!"
Surrounding couples turned, giggling curiously until the incident was explained; then introductions were made ... the girl's name was June Olson ... from Minnesota and of Swedish extraction ... and, in Danny's mind, she seemed to fulfill all his sensual daydreams and expectations about beautiful Scandinavian womanhood. He smiled as he looked down into her face and felt a rush of excitement shyness ... a proud, feminine demureness ... reflecting in her light blue eyes. Then, bringing out a pack of cigarettes, he noted with pleased amusement the way she held the cigarette awkwardly ... as though she'd never smoked before.
"You with this character?" he said as Bruce Ferret, one of the new young pledges and his own particular "little brother," came up and wrapped his arm around the girl.
The pretty blonde hesitated a moment, glanced at Bruce and seemed to feel more comfortable now that he was present. "Yes ... yes, I am!" she laughed in a surprisingly warm, husky voice.
"This is my girl I was telling you about," Bruce interjected proudly. "Remember, I told you she was from my home town ... been going together a year now."
The two couples discussed the coincidence of Lucy being June's suite-mate and Danny being Bruce's upperclassmen advisor then drifted apart as someone put on a record and everyone began dancing.
Lucy fell into Danny's arms as the slow tune came on. She looked at the couple covertly over his shoulder and thought with a bit of cynicism that they looked just like what she would call lovebirds. There was a certain vigorous strength about the muscular blond young man. though. He's sexy looking in an athletic way. His warm honey blond hair, darker than his spectacularly attractive girl friend's, fascinated her especially. Actually, now that she thought about it, she'd never had a blond boyfriend. She wondered what his hair would feel like to the touch and imagined it as soft water running through her fingers, warm and thick and silky. And she liked the way he was still obliviously wearing it slightly shorter than all the other boys did.
Lucy and Danny left the room when a series of fast records came on. They walked outside and found a lonely spot on a porch swing on the veranda, sitting in the shadows but overlooking the green oval of lawn that was brightly illuminated by the spotlight that played on the imposing fraternity house. Moments later, the younger blonde couple appeared through the front door, waving good-bye as they crossed the porch, obviously in a rush to meet June's curfew. They hurried down the lawn to Bruce's car parked along the road. A few more seconds passed and the red Volkswagon, several years old, disappeared from view.
Lucy hadn't said much since they moved out to the porch. "She's beautiful," she remarked.
"Yes ... and an innocent type ... she looked surprised to see people drinking."
"I bet she's a virgin," Lucy said.
"Could be...." Danny dismissed the subject. "How about getting us a couple of soft drinks?"
"Okay...." she lifted herself from the swing and disappeared into the house.
Danny sat on the porch a good while and Lucy didn't come back, but he felt too lazy to go find her. Then Bruce's car pulled up at the curb and the new pledge got out alone, trudging back up the lawn.
"Had to take June home," he explained smiling and plopped down at the other end of the swing across from Danny.
"That's the trouble with freshman girls," Danny said easily. "There's always that damn eleven o'clock curfew."
Bruce looked at him intensely. "Don't sophomores ... like Lucy ... have curfew, too?" He apparently took Danny's role as his advisor with great seriousness and wanted to pick up all the information he could.
"Yes, but not till midnight on nights ... like tonight ... when there's registration or classes tomorrow. I got to take Lucy home in a few minutes. She went to get us some Cokes, but she hasn't come back yet ... of course, though, there are ways of getting around these rules."
"Like what?" Bruce asked curiously.
"Well, you can sign out overnight to a friend's house in town ... but of course, you say it's a relative's. Hell, once we guys rented an apartment for the weekend and fifteen girls signed out to it ... all supposedly visiting different aunts and uncles ... and the administration never noticed. Have you ever been to a real sex party?
"No," Bruce smiled, obviously thinking Danny was kidding.
"I mean it," Danny insisted. "Well, this was not only a sex party, but it was probably one of the longest in history ... at least on this campus."
"You sound like you have ... a lot," Bruce said with disbelief.
"As often as possible," Danny chuckled. "As soon as we have another one, I'll let you know about it."
"Yeah, do that!" Bruce laughed, sure now that Danny was kidding.
"I told you it's not a joke," Danny reprimanded in his best upperclassman manner. "The only thing is ... you've got to bring a girl. It's not like when you can't get anything lined up on your own ... you can't just show up at the party to take advantage of what your friends brought."
"I guess you won't be seeing me around them, then," Bruce laughed. He sighed with a slight edge of disappointment. "If there's one thing that's sure about June, she'd never go to ... one of those things!"
Danny, unsmiling and serious now, was reveling in his position of advisor. He frowned and didn't speak for a long time, as though considering some weighty matter. Finally, he turned to Bruce, "Look, as your advisor, I'm going to level with you. You got to show up when there's a party like that! The only guys that can't get a date for that ... are nobodys ... and we don't want nobodys in this fraternity. It's the expected thing!" Bruce Ferret stiffened perceptively at the other end of the swing. He had heard about these sorts of affairs ... they changed couples and even did it in front of everyone ... but had heard about it only by reading them in newspapers or magazines. He'd never expected to meet anyone who actually went to them, much less among a group of guys that seemed exactly like ordinary people. He'd never expected that he would be required to participate in such a thing himself ... though the idea was tantalizing and he could feel himself getting excited just talking about it. Earlier, he couldn't help noticing all the beautiful feminine bodies in the closely packed front room, and the idea of skewering his stiff cock into them, one warmly clasping pussy after another ... God, it was like a dream! But he couldn't get June to go to bed with him, much less a bunch of strange guys ... in front of everyone at a party! He thought now that he probably shouldn't have joined a fraternity. It was better to be an independent than to become a pledge and not have them activate him. To be dropped ... it would be humiliating. The idea of losing all the close friends he had made in the last two busy weeks suddenly depressed him, severely.
He looked at his advisor and realized he could think of nothing more to say to the popular upper classman. He stood up. "Well, thanks for the advice ... I'm going in now. If I see Lucy, I'll tell her you're waiting."
"Yeah, talk to you later," Danny nodded, barely looking up. He was elated. Anne was the best thing he'd seen in a long time. The new pair was as good as signed up ... right now! Of course, it'd take a little while, probably a semester, but he felt he could count on them for the big party December 15th right before Christmas vacation.
The shapely blonde was angelic in appearance ... innocent, he thought.
But ... that makes it challenging. He decided he'd have to get to know her a little better, maybe work out something for just the two of them. You never can tell ... she looks like a VER Y interesting little piece!
Then Lucy appeared on the porch, and he took her home. He didn't think about June Olson again until Lucy called him the next morning. She and June had spent the whole night sitting up and talking ... and the girl was a virgin! Then, he forgot about her again as he suffered through Registration Day until that evening. He and Lucy ran into the couple waiting in line at Chumley's Hamburgers. June wore tight jeans and a T-shirt and was every bit as firmly built and fresh as he remembered her. Her waist curved into a little bit of almost nothing, and below she had round hips and long shapely legs. It'll be fun 'cause she's a little on the slender side next to Lucy ... and a guy needs an occasional change, especially if she's so vulnerable looking ... and somebody else's!
Not much later that same Monday night, after meeting Danny and Lucy in the hamburger restaurant, Bruce Ferret dropped June off at the dorm and drove to the fraternity house early. He was in a foul mood ... and hornier than hell. June and he'd had a terrible argument ... about the same old thing ... her unrelenting, old-fashioned puritanism.
First off, his conversation the day before about the sex parties with his advisor had been smoldering lewdly in the back of his mind. Then tonight they had run into the couple at the hamburger joint, ending up eating together, and the physical fact of the two couples being together had brought the subject of swapping to his conscious mind and made him so uncomfortable he couldn't finish eating. By the time he and June had spun off in his own car, he felt like he was going crazy. He picked out a quiet looking spot on a dead end street, pulling her roughly to him, his hands already roving uncontrollably over her soft, warm breasts ... her curving thighs ... and firmly rounded buttocks. To his surprise, she hadn't fought him off at all. She came at him with equal passion, her tongue splurging down his throat as though seeking access to his secret being. They must have kissed and ground their bodies together for a good half hour or more. And he couldn't get over how tonight ... for a change ... she let him fondle and play all over her body without a single whimper of protest. He'd had his hand inside the leg band of her panties, his outstretched finger buried in the warm, wet opening of her tight virginal passage with her moaning and writhing against him. Then he'd screwed up the whole deal when he took her hand and placed it on his painfully throbbing cock. She'd drawn back and suddenly it was all over! She wanted to go back to the dorm! Just the way she usually seemed to do when it came to giving him some satisfaction.
Of course, they'd always had this problem, but he'd put up with it ... out of the hope, he realized now, that things would be different when they got away to college.
Now he felt himself growing stiff from sitting in the small car too long, and he pulled himself out with a groan, slamming the door loudly. He didn't expect June to participate in those parties ... he would deal with that problem when he came to it, but he had been looking toward the time ... and soon! ... when she would let him make love to her. That seemed reasonable to him. All the other young couples he knew that had been going together as long as they had were doing it.
Trudging up the lawn, he remembered his father trying to persuade him that he would want to make new friends ... sow some wild oats, be independent, his father had said. Even if you marry June later, you'll want some experience with other young ladies. If you don't, you'll regret it all your later life. Bruce had responded to his father's sudden personal interest with acute embarrassment and immediately rejected everything he said. But he was beginning to see the sense in what the old man had been trying to tell him now.
He hoped to avoid meeting anyone by coming in the back way, but there was a group of guys standing around in the kitchen. He muttered hello and flopped in a chair at the kitchen table. He listened for some time to what seemed to be a disagreement regarding a party that had taken place last spring.
"Yeah, you're right," a junior Bruce didn't know finally conceded. "Once these girls get into these parties ... they just seem to go nuts! They can't get enough cock. No man, not a one of us, can keep up with them."
Greg tried to look calm, but he was sitting on the edge of his chair. First, there had been the shock of more talk about the wild parties Danny had alluded to last night, and now he had the impression that the number of people involved in them was much greater than he had imagined. It sounded like everything Danny had said about the parties was true. He hadn't used the word, but they sounded just like ... orgies!
"The one I want to get at is Marie Wilkens," the senior named Tony spoke again. "What a bod! I'd like to get me a handful of that tit!"
The junior grunted. "I'm an ass man, myself. And she looks fine to me in that department, too ... she's got one of those nice, round asses ... kind of soft and bouncing. Makes the screwing better!"
Bruce felt a slight stiffening in his loins at the lewd conversation. He wondered if one day he might actually find himself at one of these parties, and just the thought caused a warm swirling sensation in his desire-tautened balls and cock. So far, in his nineteen years, he had made love to only one woman, and that was when he was a high school sophomore with a wild brunette senior who went down for everyone.
"I've seen her bare-assed naked at all sorts of parties," the senior George was saying now. "I've seen every goose bump on her ass and all the rest, too! But I just never could work it out to actually get at her. But, man, I'll stuff her full of cock when I do! She's got just a little bit of red hair on her pussy, too ... so you know what's on her head is natural."
Bruce felt the heat swirling again between his legs and rapidly excused himself from the table. He ran up the back steps to his room, the delicious onset of an erection beginning to strain against his tight jeans. It was early, and he counted on his roommate still being out. He gave one last bitter thought to June ... she's never made me cum even. She could do that, at least! In the room, he shut the door and undressed as though he were going to bed early. Then he flicked out the light and crawled between the covers. So far, it was only his hand that brought him a measure of satisfaction.
CHAPTER THREE
The following mid-November, two months later, June Olson sat at her desk in her dorm room looking out the window at the last of the leaves falling from the trees across the street. Her room, like her suite-mate and new friend Lucy Harper's, was long and narrow. But June had placed her desk right up against the long plate glass window at one end. The whole of nature ... outside the monolithic dorm ... seemed to be spread out at her feet. Perched above the tops of the trees, she followed the squirrels journeying from one tree to the next.-They scampered across the telephone lines from one side of the street to the other. In the last two months of school, she had watched the leaves slowly turning. In the beginning of November, two weeks ago, they began to fall. She had watched the humid autumnal sky turn a hard, cold, bright blue.
It felt almost like being in the tree house she had built on her parents' farm behind the barn in a grove of fruit trees. Except for the human element....
But from this height, even the people looked like small busy animals. She could see as far as a half mile in three directions. Right now, she glanced over the tops of the sorority houses and smaller private homes that surrounded the dorm to the Quadrangle four blocks away. That was where the main college classroom and office buildings were. The flashing golden dome of the Administration Building ... once the state capitol ... marked the spot. Every morning the girls poured out of the dorm like bright-colored birds, making their way in fluttering coveys down Main Street in that direction. Directly across from the Quadrangle on the other side of Main Street was a small downtown shopping section. It was marked by the rotating clock of the Southern Citizen's Bank, a single skyscraper in an area of restaurants, dress shops and tiny bookstores.
June thought of the tall bank building and the domed Administration Building and the huge towering dormitory as a sort of triangle outlining the geography of her new life. Within these boundaries, she slept, studied, met her girl friends in the coffee shop and went to the movies. It was a world where, though frightened and lonely at first, she had learned to adjust to the city ... to college life. She knew now what to expect and felt confident of meeting challenges. Or at least, she had felt competent to handle anything that college might offer until she became aware a few weeks ago that Bruce seemed to be losing interest in her.
Two weeks ago, almost exactly at the beginning of November, he started calling less. She'd seen him only four times in the past two weeks. And she thought she knew the reason. In a way, it was as though a corner of the safe little world she had constructed was being prodded at ... threatened by Bruce's attempts to pull her into the wild social life of his fraternity on the other side of the river. Or, at least, he had been prodding at her ... but now he seemed to have given up!
Now, she looked in the direction of the fraternity house where Bruce lived, though she couldn't see that far because it was on the other side of the river. The river, wide and bland and murky, was the final distinguishing characteristic of the small college town and the only one she couldn't see. It ran through the town about four blocks to the west behind the Quadrangle. On its opposite side were the male dormitories and the string of Greek houses that formed Fraternity Row including the one where Bruce lived.
"I can't ... it's just not right," she suddenly spoke aloud as the reason for Bruce's dissatisfaction with her flashed again through her mind for the umpteenth time that morning. She reached for the Basic Mathematics book lying closed on the desk in front of her. She'd decided not to think anymore about the problem, and she meant to stick by her decision.
But instead, the cover stayed shut as her eye caught on a photograph of Bruce and her taken four months before their high school graduation. They sat grinning on the front steps of the porch that ran across the front of her parents' enormous white frame farm house. June was always amused at the stereotypes people came up with when she told them she'd grown up on a farm. They assumed she lived in a broken down hovel and had to trudge through mud to feed the chickens every four o'clock in the morning! The truth was that Anne lived in a luxuriously furnished older home surrounded by rolling green lawn. The barns were far behind the house. And the large trailer where the hired hand and his family lived looked equally neat and prosperous. June's handsome, elderly Swedish father owned fifteen farms ... bought them up during the Depression. But no matter how many ways she explained it, people just couldn't comprehend that her dad was actually more like a businessman.
Bruce and she attended a huge, consolidated high school that served over two thousand kids from several small farm towns. She hadn't dated him ... or anyone steady ... until her last year. Before that she had talked with him plenty between classes in the hall. But June's father was an old-fashioned type who didn't want his shapely blonde daughter out any evenings ... except for Lutheran League! June was the prettiest student ever to graduate from McTyre High. But if it hadn't been for her mother, she would also be the only girl to have gone entirely dateless through four years of high school. So Momma had pointed out that she was seventeen, and father finally relented her senior year. Bruce and she just started going steady immediately as though unconsciously trying to make up for all the time they missed out on.
Now June, sitting at the desk, felt her throat tighten as she faced Bruce's handsome profile in the frame. Tall and muscularly built, he had been a star quarterback and looked at it. Now, studying the picture, she could remember just how she felt when it was taken: small and delicate. That was just like he still made her feel, though she was slightly taller than average. His father was a doctor so the Ferret family was quite wealthy. Bruce meant to be a doctor just like his father and grandfather before him. As though that wasn't enough to make him the best catch in the region, he was also president of the student body.
Now June stared at the photo ... his thick, dark blond hair rippling slightly in the wind as he smiled at her, and tears brimmed her eyes. The snapshot blurred out of focus.
None of the above flashily successful elements regarding Bruce had the slightest bit to do with why she liked him so much ... not at all! It was something that not many people would understand, but there had been an attraction between them, an irresistible affinity that had more to do with intelligence. Despite her shapely, dumb blonde appearance, June had a good mind, and Bruce Ferret did, too. She sensed his boredom with the platitudinous attitudes and conversations of most of the people they lived amidst and admired his curiosity about the larger world because she had those feelings, too! And that was something precious in a small farming community where everyone else seemed perfectly happy with the way things were. Most of their high school friends looked forward to living in Wawona Falls, Minnesota ... forever!
Wiping the tears from her eyes then from her wetly glistening cheek, she picked up the photograph in the frame and laid it on top of Basic Mathematics, studying it closer. His face seemed to acquire living mobility as she stared at it. The car to the far side of the picture, a red, battered VW, brought back painful memories.
He still had that car. At least, she thought, there was a certain consistency in their relationship. Looking at the car, she remembered less serious disagreements over the same problem that was ruining things now. All along he had wanted their relationship to be much more intimate, physically speaking, than she thought proper. And, in a more good-natured way he had appealed to her intelligence then also, pointing out all the illogic in her puritanical attitudes. Nevertheless, she had given in at least partially by last May. They started to park in his car, and she began to allow him to touch her breasts and take off her blouse, even fondle the rest of her body, although she still felt guilty even now; she just couldn't help it!
She didn't know what she'd do if she didn't have Lucy, her suite-mate. Lucy thought she was prudish, too. But it meant a lot to have a friend to talk with. June had never met anyone like the sexy-looking brunette sophomore before and the girl fascinated her. She just didn't seem to take anything seriously, especially college. She was always making strange Wunt comments about everything. She seemed to feel free to say anything that came into her head. The first night June met her she had even told June without the slightest trace of embarrassment that she wasn't a virgin. June was left speechless by that comment ... then the two girls got into a conversation that lasted all night. June had the feeling that basically Lucy wasn't too bright and was a bit superficial, but still it was hard not to be impressed by her self-confidence and obvious sophistication. She began to wish Lucy would come home now. She needed someone to divert her from these unpleasant thoughts ... it was obvious she couldn't study!
Then she recalled the day after she had met Lucy, the middle of last September, Registration Day, and the incident that had started the whole trouble with Bruce....
Looking out the window unseeingly, she remembered how Bruce and she, weary and exhausted after the day of Registration, had gone out for hamburgers then run into Sharon and Danny. Afterwards Bruce had driven the car to a lonely spot on a dead end street. He seemed to be almost more excited than ever before, and this stirred her in a way she'd never experienced. He had pulled her to him immediately, almost roughly, so that she couldn't have resisted if she wanted to. But she didn't! His passionate need for her sent an electric shock of rippling pleasure up through her that froze her to the seat. She could not move for the pleasure racing around inside her as he began to dig his finger deep into her vagina that was wet from the juices excitedly seeping from its lips. He was stretching the tiny ring of her still intact hymen, and she was afraid it would split and end her virginity on the spot, but there was nothing she could do about it. The thrills he was giving her were spinning too wildly through her to resist, and she relaxed her inner thighs to give him greater access to her, sighing in pleasure as he increased the speed of the strokes.
Then suddenly he took her hand and placed it over the blunt fleshy bulge straining his tight jeans. It was his penis! She had felt it only three or four times before, and the muscles of her stomach contracted involuntarily at the hard touch.
But his abrupt change of tactics had given her time to think. Her old fears and inhibitions came to the forefront again. Aghast, she bolted away to the far side of the car. She was as shocked by her own lack of control as his, and all she could do was mutter, "No ... take me home. Take me home," over and over.
Silently, they drove to the dorm. They ended up sitting in a well-lit parking space directly in front of the dorm, facing the huge glass front doors. They had gotten so close to the building because it was early ... only nine o'clock ... and everyone who'd had a date was still out. Curfew wasn't until twelve. The windows of the other girls, those who didn't know anyone yet or who wouldn't have been asked out if they did, glinted brightly, illuminating squares covering the huge building on all sides.
Once again, Bruce drew her to him and ran his hands over the top of her T-shirt, fondling the firm mounds of her breasts with both palms then poking through the parting front of her shirt to the bare warm space of warmly tingling flesh above the cup of her brassiere. His fingers slipped under the restraining edge, thrusting down to the erect point of her nipple. But then, once again, he'd reached for her hand, trying to pull it to his bulging abdomen, and she'd jumped away.
"No! NO! Can't you understand English?" she hissed from the other side of the car.
"WHY DON'T YOU GROW UP?" he had shouted at her so bitterly that she could virtually hear the anger ringing in her ears now.
His voice went on. "All the girls do ... at least that much ... nowadays! Besides, it's a whole year now that we've been going together."
"All the girls are not doing that," she protested. "Anyway, I'm not! First thing, you know ... if I do that ... we'd be doing everything!"
"Well, now that you've brought up the subject, what's wrong with doing that? All the other girls, for your information, are not only touching ... a guy's cock, but they're also letting the guy make love to them!"
"Okay, Bruce Ferret. I'm not going to sit here listening to your filthy talk," she shuddered, suddenly frightened. "You're absolutely crazy. The minute we get to college you lose your senses. I noticed it the first moment you stopped on that road," she challenged.
"Well, I am different. Or, at least, I'm going to be. June, don't you see that it's time for you ... to let me make love to you?" he said in a calmer voice that left no question he meant what he said. "After all, we're away from our families now, grown up...."
The real problem with June was that suddenly she wasn't sure if he was wrong, although she never would admit it. Then she had grown frightened that she would agree. The few times she had touched him there had caused an aching need inside her ... an uncontrollable overwhelming desire to have him actually put his penis inside her palpitating belly ... to do it to her! And then her virginity would be lost!
"Well, then, if everything's going to be different for you, it's going to have to be different with someone else!" she shouted at him, trying to cover the uncertainty she felt. "Because I'm not going to go to bed with you. Not with anyone! Not before I'm married."
She jumped from the car and slammed the door.
"You're childish! Immature!" he yelled behind her as she walked up to the glass door. He gunned the car loudly and lurched backwards into the street. June didn't look back. She hadn't wanted to say anything that would make a permanent break in their relationship ... not before she'd had a chance to think it over carefully and by herself.
They'd continued going out, and he never mentioned it again. He still stopped the car and sometimes they kissed for hours, but he never approached her again with the same passion. She appreciated this reprieve he was giving her, and after many hours of doubt and deliberation, had come pretty much to the conclusion he was right. But then she had come out of her stewing and discovered a strange flagging of interest in her on his part. Then she'd seen him only four times in the last two weeks!
Now she sat at the same desk, mulling over the same problems when her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. June turned around ... it was Lucy at the inside door. "Come in!" she called out, grateful for the distraction.
Her eyes blinked in disbelief as Lucy entered the room through the bathroom door. She was dressed in a full length nylon gown that was so sheer June could practically see through it. It clung to her voluptuous young body as though stuck by some kind of electricity. It was a peach color that seemed to combine with the color of Lucy's own skin for an effect of total nudity. She moved across the room to June's desk, and the diaphanous material billowed out softly where Lucy billowed as though were a cloud.
"What is THAT?" June's mouth gaped open at the strange sight. Usually the girls, even Lucy, wore light cotton night dresses or baby doll pajamas and quilted robes or beachcoats.
"The question is ... do you like it?" Lucy said with perfect seriousness and turned a slow graceful circle in front of June's chair. "Well?" she commanded, coming to a halt and facing her.
"Why, it's lovely, I guess," June stumbled. "I don't know what to say. I've never seen anything like it ... except in magazines, I mean."
"Oh, thank you," Lucy said gratefully and let her body slump from the model-like pose into relaxation. She sluffed wearily across the room to the bed and dropped on it, propping June's pillow against the wall and then sinking her shoulders back into it. She reached for June's cigarettes on the bed then took one and dragged deeply.
"What's it for?" June asked curiously.
"Well ... I'm interested in an older man. My mother wears this kind of thing for my father so I guess it's the kind of thing they go for, not that it does her much good. He's kind of hung up on this business. Actually, she's got a young lover!" She was puffing like crazy on June's cigarette and giggled chokingly behind a cloud of smoke.
June was shocked at that, but there was one thing she was dying to know now.
"Who is the older man?"
"Danny's father," Lucy said evenly.
"You're kidding!" June choked in spite of herself.
"No, I'm not," Lucy sat up slowly. "And if you disapprove, I won't tell you about it."
June didn't answer, and she went on. "We're terribly attracted to each other, and we've been trying to get together all semester. But Danny keeps getting in the way! He doesn't leave us alone for a moment! So I've decided to take action...."
She paused for breath then went on. "Danny plans to go away for an out of town football game some weekend soon. So I'll write to Glenn two weeks before, suggesting he come down for the weekend. Naturally, he won't come the first weekend. He'll play it cool and come the second ... and Danny will be gone! What do you think of that?"
"It's awfully complicated," June said.
"That way it will seem like an accident. Nobody will think I'm chasing Glenn. And Glenn won't feel guilty about coming when Danny's not here. We'll be alone."
June lifted a foot across her knee and wiped a non-existent smudge from her bare ankle, still trying to figure it out.
"Now, don't you tell anyone, especially Bruce," Lucy said.
"Of course I won't."
"Still, trying to figure out whether you should go to bed with your boyfriend or not?" Lucy said in a kindly voice.
June ignored the question. "I've got a date with him after dinner tonight ... we're going to dinner and the movies."
"In that case, I'd better let you study," Lucy stood up. She stretched luxuriantly, moving toward the door. "I'm going to take a nap. Knock on my door when you leave."
"Okay, about five," June agreed.
Across the river a similar conversation was taking place between Bruce and Denny Brown, Lucy's boyfriend. Just before dinner, Danny came into Bruce's room carrying two cups of coffee. Bruce, dressing for his date with June, was startled for a moment.
"S-Sit down!" he stammered, offering a chair to the upperclassman.
Danny noticed his discomfiture. "What's the matter, Bruce?"
"Nothing. I got a date to go to a movie."
"Got something to do with June?" Danny asked, moving a cup across the table towards Bruce who was buttoning up his shirt in a nervous fashion.
"Yes ... I suppose so ... but there's nothing you can do about it ... if that's why you've brought me this friendly cup of coffee."
Danny lifted his own and took a deep sip. As he drew from the steaming brew, he asked amiably, "She give you anything?"
"No, not much, anyway!"
"How come you still take her out?"
"I guess because I been doing it for a whole year ... you just can't drop somebody suddenly," Bruce told him.
Grabbing his coat and walking to his car in the driveway, Danny followed him down. "There's no point in continuing a relationship with a girl that doesn't want to enjoy things. It's not good for you ... it's not good for the fraternity, you know what I mean? I was stuck with the same kind of girl when I got here ... and then about that time I got Lucy."
Bruce turned around the leaned against the car, looking down the lawn that was lit by a spotlight to the dark clumps of bushes where the light didn't reach. He tried to figure out what the hell Danny was saying and wished he'd get to the point.
"Now, there is a girl," the upper classman murmured to Bruce. "And she isn't any dog either. Red hair coming clear down to her waist," he said softly as though remembering. "And she fucks like a real little bitch in heat!"
"Marie Wilkens. That's who you're talking about, isn't it?" Bruce said flatly.
"Yeah ... that's right!" Danny admitted, watching a lewd light begin to flicker in the younger boy's face. "Hey, I didn't bring that coffee for nothing ... my car's broken down."
Later, as they were driving towards town across the bridge, Bruce wondered, "But why are you trying to fix me up with her? What did I do to deserve this concern?"
"Look, we got to think of ourselves as brothers, right? And besides. I'm your advisor. Let June go. Maybe someone else can shape her up," he sighed.
Bruce felt pressured to think real fast. "It's getting laid I'm interested in, and I don't feel so close to June any more," he admitted.
"You really want me to set you up with Marie?"
"Hell, yes ... I want to fuck her so bad I can taste it."
CHAPTER FOUR
That same Friday night after the movie Bruce parked on a lonely country road, and June let him persuade her to sit in the back seat. She took off her jacket and snuggled close to his side while he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, already stroking her upper arm through her sweater and making goose bumps break out on her flesh. She knew what he was up to by now but stared straight ahead, suddenly afraid to turn towards him. His large palm felt good on her lightly covered skin, and she felt waves of excitement surging through her belly as he casually caressed her.
His fingers brushed the smooth softness of her arm over the thin sweater from her shoulder down over the back of her head, his palm nudging ever so deviously against the round curve of her breast as he pulled his hand up again. Gradually, he placed his fingers between her arm and the side of her body, softly reaching towards the underside of her breast beneath the fabric of her sweater.
June could feel the tickling waves of pleasure surging from up between her legs as his palm opened over the firm mound of her right breast, gently massaging the sensitive flesh with his strong fingers. She tried not to whimper as he rubbed the stiffening nipple between his thumb and forefinger, but a small moan of pleasure escaped from her lips anyway. The last months of neglect since September had taken effect, and now in mid-November, her whole body seemed to quiver in response to each of his touches like a tuning fork. She mewled softly as his lips closed over her teeth in a tight kiss; then his tongue slipped into her mouth ... and hers rose up to meet it, parrying and playing with it hungrily.
Almost unconsciously, she turned toward him when his right hand fell to her waistline and began burrowing up under her sweater, squeezing the lushly ripened mounds of her breasts then tweaking the bare nipple between his fingers. With his other hand, he began to peel the sweater up over her head. She wasn't wearing a brassiere, and her firm, round breasts bounced quiveringly in the cool night air. When she lowered her arms, they settled provocatively, poking out beside her slender arms, their hardened nipples and the surrounding areolas a soft blush pink.
He pulled his mouth from hers, almost reluctantly at first, and lowered his lips to a nipple before she could protest, licking the smoothness of his tongue around and around the pink areola like a kid savoring an ice cream cone. June flinched as his mouth fastened tightly to the sensitive nipple. She could feel bolt after bolt of pleasure coursing hotly down to her vagina from her breasts as though the two areas were somehow connected, and a low, animalistic groan erupted from her twisting lips.
"Oh, no, Bruce ... stop, please don't, I think you'd better stop," she said, suddenly afraid. She had decided ... almost ... over the past month that she should go to bed with him, but now the sudden reality of the overwhelming pleasure was something else. Her conscious mind said maybe, her body was urging her on, but some deep-seated fear in her subconscious rebelled, shocked by the searing flames of desire that were erupting like a blast furnace deep in her hotly throbbing vagina. She'd never thought she could feel this animalistic ... so uncontrollable ... and she felt frightened by an increasing sense of helplessness against the strong pleasure. Her buttocks, as though with a will of their own, were squirming and grinding into the seat, and the rocking movement of her loins suddenly excited her more than she would have believed possible.
Bruce was going crazy with desire as he witnessed the abandoned responses that his slavering mouth on her full young breasts was bringing out of her. Despite her momentary passion the night of Registration, she'd still kept a certain restraint. She'd never been this wild and abandoned, and it looked as though this would be the night she was going to let him finally have her ... and just the way he'd always dreamed of it, with her tossing and writhing beneath him and giving back to him all that he was giving her. Now her body, naked from the waist up, was beautiful in the dim light. The creamy whiteness of her pink capped breasts contrasted with the light tan still on her arms. Below her small, girlish waist, her belly and upper thighs were hidden by a short mini-skirt. Then her beautifully curving legs reappeared, long and smooth in nylon stockings. He moved one hand to a parted, beckoning knee, slowly moving his hand up her thighs that trembled uncertainly as though undecided whether or not she should let him go further.
He decided it for her by moving his hand rapidly up her instinctively parting thighs until his fingers made contact with the passion-soaked crotch band of her panties that covered the "vee" between her legs. His fingers rubbed the swollen hair-lined lips of her pussy through the flimsy sheerness of the panties. In helpless response, her legs parted even further and her pelvis rocked up towards him. He took the advantage of her momentary openness to eagerly slide his outstretched middle finger through the elastic leg band at the top of a thigh. His heart racing, he wormed into the warm dampness between her hotly pulsating cuntal lips, shuddering at the feeling of her soft, sparse pubic hair brushing against his other fingers.
"No ... Bruce, not here ... please! I promise another time," she groaned with last minute desperation and panic, but nothing could hold him back now. He lifted her short skirt up around her waist and gaped down at the unbelievable beauty at the junction of her fully curving upper thighs, tiny wisps of blonde pubic hair spilling out from under the edges of her panties. He could see the outline of his own large hand beneath the cloth, enveloping the moistly heated mound. Not stopping his hungry sucking at her stiff pink nipple for one moment, he let his single embedded finger trace up the damp, pulsing slit, gently pushing through the soft, blonde tendrils and sliding up from between the quivering inner flanges of her vagina until he found her erect little clitoris. He flicked his finger in taunting circles over the tiny, hardened bud of pleasure, causing her head to fall back and her body to jerk spasmodically.
At the same time, his other hand unzipped his pants, moving unhurriedly before she could change her mind ... or even realize what was happening. The rock-hard shaft of his cock that had been pushing painfully against his restricting clothing popped out from his fly with youthful eagerness, swelling to ever larger proportions as he noticed her passion-dimmed eyes catching on it.
June was so stunned she even stopped breathing for a moment ... she had never looked closely at his penis before, and it looked even more enormous than she'd imagined when, three or four times, she'd held it in her fingers. Now it seemed about six inches long and two inches wide ... throbbing and quivering between his legs as though it would explode in a thousand directions at any moment.
Once again, Bruce moved quickly and guided her hand towards his visibly pulsating cock. She resisted momentarily, but the enormous pole seemed to possess an irresistible fascination for her tonight as she really saw it for the first time. She seemed to sense it was meant to be embraced and held, and finally she allowed him to place her hand around his thickly heated rod of flesh.
June gave a slight gasp as she felt it jerk and then swell to even greater proportions at her touch. She allowed him to place her fingers as he wanted them, and then on her own, before she even realized what she was doing, she began to slide the thick foreskin back and forth. Her eyes widened with fascination as the huge, rounded head popped out. A small drop of wetness teared from the opening at the center, and she thought dazedly that must be the lubricant men emitted when they were excited. His penis was so much longer and wider than she had ever dreamed when pressing her hand against the bulge in his pants or the times she had actually held it without looking at it. She wondered how a woman could take such a thing inside her ... without being ripped in a thousand pieces. But strangely, she didn't feel fear at that thought ... only increased desire. His outstretched finger had wormed now into the tight moist virginal opening of her vagina and was starting a tingling sensation that felt as if it were going to drive her crazy. She noticed dazedly that their heavy breathing had fogged the car windows.
Without a word, he pulled her panties and skirt down her legs and pressed his hands against her shoulders until she fell onto her back.
"Yes, now, darling, now, do it to me," she murmured breathlessly as he crawled over her completely naked body and positioned himself between her parted and trembling legs. He struggled desperately to get out of his clothes and finally succeeded.
His naked body fell onto her chest. He shoved her helplessly spreading thighs roughly back up against her chest so that her knees touched the car door behind them. And then she felt his hotly throbbing cock searching for the wet opening to her .virginal passage. She could tell from his nervousness and excitement that he was as inexperienced as her ... a question she'd never had the nerve to ask. She squirmed and tossed in helpless desire beneath him, trying the best she could to help him locate her eagerly pulsating vagina. His lust-thickened hardness slid up the moist furrow between her quivering pussy lips and struck against the hot bud of her clitoris, causing a spasm of pleasure to swirl through her belly.
"Oh ... Bruce, you feel so good! Sooooo goood...." her words seemed to purr from deep in her throat. "Oh, hurry, darling, I want you ... soooooo much!"
And then the hotly bulging cock-head hit its mark. Bruce just had to get it in her tight little pussy before he came all over the both of them. Ever so slowly, he parted the softly curling pussy hair and eased the throbbing head of his cock into the delicious wet orifice, slipping it in until the tip was hidden in the warm, fleshy hole. It was wonderfully tight, and as he pressured forward slightly, he encountered the taut skin of her maidenhood-a fragile obstacle that he was going to smash to smithereens in the next few seconds. He felt her squirming and twisting beneath him on the leather seat, her hot young body begging for it. He pushed hard and sensed the tiny ring of her still intact hymen stretch until he was sure it would split and end her virginity ... and then suddenly, his control snapped. He came!
"Oh ... Goddamnit!" he groaned in frustration and shame.
Bruce could feel the hot liquid welling in his lust-tightened balls and flooding into his cock despite his efforts to hold back the flow by squeezing his buttocks together. He just couldn't help it ... his overly excited young cock continued to swell and expand until with a helpless moan from somewhere deep inside himself ... his penis began to jerk out of control and the damn burst. Like a squirting fire hose, the white-hot stream of liquid spurted from his cock until her pubic hair was drenched with the warm, viscous sperm. He fell over her, feeling the dampness of the seat beneath them soaked by his orgasm. The warm liquid covered the insides of her thighs and streamed down between her legs to the bottoms of her buttocks.
June stroked the back of his neck tenderly, consoling him with soft whispers of love while he continued to gasp for several long minutes. He must have thought he had let her down and kept mumbling abject apologies into her ear for his failure. Finally, he sat up on the seat, helping her to rise beside him. He wiped the seat clean with his handkerchief then tucked it away as he pulled on his pants. By the time they were dressed, he still hadn't spoken. They climbed into the front seat, and he carefully avoided her eyes, turning his face away ... waiting for her to say something.
"I was afraid that you'd get carried away ... if I touched you," she said softly.
"WHAT?" he sprung around in surprise. He'd been sure that June had been going to let him do it ... until he had bungled it so miserably.
"It's nothing for you to get upset about," she said guiltily. "What I meant is that it's just as much my fault as yours ... for going ahead and touching you."
Bruce's male pride had already suffered a mortal blow. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, knowing no one but June could hear him way out in this lonely road. "You were enjoying it as much as I was. I heard you whimpering like a bitch in heat. And you're a damn liar if you say you weren't."
June was caught short. She knew he was right-that no matter how much she wanted it to be untrue-he was still right. She had been dangling on the edge. In fact, she had gone over the edge and would have let Bruce take her ... if he had been able. But she couldn't admit that-not against the horrible guilt and surprise at her own behavior she felt now. Yes, she thought, trying to justify things to herself, she had wanted Bruce to make love to her ... had decided she should let him ... but not in the back seat of a car!
He jerked on the ignition. "Well, I guess I can take you home to your little dorm ... you know, it's a shame you're not a Catholic; you could have joined a convent." His voice grated on. He just couldn't seem to stop himself. "You know you're not the only girl in the world," he tore down the gravel road. "There happen to be other girls who are very interested in me."
They drove in silence the rest of the way to the dorm. "Well, you can go off with all those other girls now; it's still early enough," she looked at her watch scornfully, " ... eleven o'clock ... to call that kind of girl." She opened the door and jumped out, reaching back to grab her purse.
Of course, she hadn't really meant it, but it was too late ... she thought sobbingly back in her room. Then she began to feel guilty about the rough way she had treated him. In her mind, she knew he was right and she was wrong. Everybody who was in love anyway, was doing it ... and she was a silly prude. It was just that her emotions said the exact opposite thing ... made her feel sinful and dirty because of what they'd done in the car. No matter what she did ... letting him make love to her ... she knew she would feel guilty!
The deciding factor occurred three days later on Monday afternoon when she and Lucy were walking across the mall in front of the Quadrangle. That morning the mid-November weather broke and it was a beautiful warm Indian summer day. She was just thinking how great it was not to even wear a jacket again when Lucy nudged her with an elbow. She followed the direction of Lucy's glance. She gasped as she saw Bruce standing under a tree with Marie Wilkens! ... the biggest slut on campus! Then the girl took off, smiling, leaving Bruce alone.
"See you later, June," Lucy waved her away. "I think you'd better take care of the home front."
CHAPTER FIVE
Two weekends later, the first weekend in December, Bruce rented a room at the Pine View Motel on the outskirts of the university town. June fought an inconsequential battle with her conscience over spending the night with her boyfriend, then let it simply slip out of her mind. At this point, she was more afraid of the unknown than concerned about abstract principles of right and wrong.
"Don't think for a minute that you're doing anything unusual," Lucy said encouragingly as June packed her overnight case that evening.
"I know ... everybody's doing it, I've heard that before," June laughed and turned to the brunette standing beside her by the bed. "It's just that I'm ... afraid. "
"Honey, when you and Bruce get into that motel room, you'll forget about everything. "
"I hope so," June said briskly. She was trembling slightly and hoped Lucy didn't see it. "I've signed out until two in the morning, so there shouldn't be much of a problem."
"I've got my own plans for this Saturday evening," Lucy smiled as June pushed open the door into the hall. "Let's wish both of us the best of luck."
"Yes, I guess we'll need it," the pretty blonde tried to grin back, feeling a shudder of fear reverberate through her mind when the door closed, and she began to make her way down the corridor to meet Bruce waiting in the car outside.
* * *
"Not bad for twelve bucks, is it?" Bruce laughed boyishly as he and June entered the brightly lit motel room at nine-thirty that evening.
June looked around at the pastel decorated chamber. The large double bed almost shouted out at her to return to the comfort of her dorm room and books ... and the glum Gideon's Bible set on the bed table seemed to accuse her of betraying her very origins. But within a few moments, she was dressed in her transparent white negligee. Bruce, having disappeared to the bathroom, returned grinning self-consciously. She moved from the bed and sat down blushing at the dressing table, running a comb through her long blonde hair....
"All set?" he stretched and yawned as though they were accustomed to spending all of their Saturday nights in motel rooms. "I just happened to bring along some bourbon."
"That would be nice," she peered at him through the mirror.
He reached down to his valise and pulled out a full bottle of amber colored liquor and set it on the bed table. Then he rose from the bed and brought a plastic ice bucket from the bureau. He made drinks and then dropped back onto the bed, holding both tall bourbons. "Are you gonna spend the rest of the night in front of the mirror? C'mon, baby, we've got this nice soft mattress all to ourselves!"
She rose slowly from the dressing table and crossed the thick white carpet in a tentative fashion. Standing in front of him, she said, "Bruce ... I just don't know! This all seems so silly, and I'm afraid I won't know what to do."
"That's no problem," he looked up at her curvaceous form almost cockily. "It's natural you should feel a little scared the first time." He put the drinks on the bed table.
June felt the bed give slightly as she sat down beside him. He came up alongside her and she cringed away from him, although she'd thought she was no longer frightened. His hand came to rest softly on her back and, surprising herself, she did not jerk automatically away. She lay down on her side facing him, the twin spheres of her proudly upthrust young breasts pressing lightly against his chest. She felt her body begin to shiver as his hands moved down over her faintly trembling buttocks and began pushing the hem of her nightgown up the backs of her thighs. Her body stiffened in panic momentarily, and she jerked backwards. And then he rested the palm of his hands on the backs of her knees, trying to lift her; almost mindlessly she allowed him to slip the silken garment up the full length of her body and over her head. Bruce pulled back and feasted his eyes over her ripe young body, naked save for the brassiere and thin white bikini panties she had modestly kept on.
"Christ ... you're beautiful," he sighed, and fell toward her again.
His hands went immediately behind her back and gripped at the thin restraining clasp of her brassiere. She let out a low murmur as his hands ran a slow caress down her back and unhooked the brassiere which slipped off without effort. Her softly rounded breasts trembled and hardened as her nipples made contact with his chest.
"Now it's my turn," he gritted, and stretched back to unbutton his shirt and pull down his slacks. He dropped the two articles of clothing on a chair beside the bed and then turned back to face the beautiful blonde coed.
His hands came down over the flatness of her belly, and he hooked his fingers in the elastic band at the top of her nylon panties. Gently, he pushed and pulled until they slipped reluctantly down over the full voluptuous moons of her buttocks and hips. They stuck momentarily at her thighs, and she lifted slightly to help him, slipping on down to her ankles and over her raised feet without further resistance.
June was naked now, for only the second time, in front of her boyfriend, but she felt unashamed. It was as though her clothing retained the symbol of her puritan morality ... without it she had nothing to hide. She recalled Lucy's frivolous remarks with a slight anger. Sex wasn't something to be taken lightly, even if it was to be done outside the sanctions of marriage. June wanted the act of love to be as pure and angelic as her former old-fashioned religion ... and yet, there was a gnawing feeling in the back of her mind as he swept his hands exploratively up and down her smooth curving back, that there was something else in sex, neither higher nor lower than the romantic images picked up from novels and poems she'd read, but utterly alien to her experience.
Bruce had to hold himself off from just ramming the hotly pulsating length of his cock into his girlfriend's virginal passage. It had taken him almost a year and a half to get her to this point, and he didn't want to blow it by pushing her too quickly. But he was still amazed at how her lushly exciting body strained and worked with his hands coursing over her. He hugged her close to him with his hands rubbing her nakedly rounded buttocks in small circles, being careful not to do anything that might raise her guard and snap her from the relaxed mood she was in at this moment. Her soft fleshed breasts brushed sensually across his chest and he could swear she was doing it on purpose as he felt her tender nipples stiffen further as their bodies rustled warmly against each other. He cupped the firm full buttocks again, bringing the plane of her loins flat in against his stone hard cock ... Damn, be careful, you dumb sonafabitch, he thought to himself ... you get going too fast and you 'll snuff it. Christ ... too fast ... I can't slow down, couldn't even if I tried.
He removed one of his hands from her tensed buttocks and dropped it to her arm resting lightly on his thigh, bringing her soft delicately formed hand up to his wildly throbbing cock that jutted lewdly against his shorts. "Pull them down, Christ, take down my shorts," he said hoarsely.
June worked her fingers into the waistband of his jockey underwear and slid the tightly fitting cotton shorts down his raised buttocks and over his thighs. He kicked them the rest of the way, not removing his eyes from the smooth ivory plane of her rapidly rising and falling belly lying next to him. Out of control, both of his hands drifted to the warm alabaster whiteness of her thighs. He pushed one hand up the satin smoothness of one leg until his fingers came into sudden wet contact with the soft golden pussy hair growing sparsely up between her legs. He tried to press his finger in between the warm moist flanges of her vagina, but she jerked spasmodically away, not from fear or revulsion, but from the unexpected contact that sent a shiver of warm rippling sensation running up the nerves of her naked back.
He raised up on one hand, resting his other on her hip bone ... June groaned, vaguely aware of his strong fingers pushing her onto her back. Bruce gazed down at her voluptuously naked body as though viewing a provocative photograph of a female nude with all its hollows and secret indentations exposed to the lurid camera's eyes. His pupils dilated. The palms of his hands broke into a warm, sense-stimulating sweat. Naked, she was more sensually exciting than he had ever imagined, for it had been too dark to see her clearly that night in the car. The year of adolescent petting with June had been one of constant frustration ... how many times had he wanted to plunge the quivering head of his cock deep into her tight vaginal passage?
He kneeled up beside her, running his hands excitedly over her soft warm breasts, her trembling little belly, and thighs ... and up and down over her unshielded nakedness with gentle caresses that drew out soft girlish mewls of pleasure from between her tightly clenched teeth. He watched her open her eyes and look up at him for a moment, the blue-flecked grayness of them cast with a smoky veil of passion.
June drifted through a world that was unaccustomedly, but distinctly, pleasurable to her. At first, she had lain beneath his hands in fear ... then that anxiety was transformed into an instinctive desire to have more of him ... to feel Bruce's hands flickering over every concealed erotic part of her body. The licking flames of need were running teasingly all around her, between the softness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing and lust hardened nipples, and down again to the burning core of her vagina where it pulsed with a white hot heat ... these were all new and inexplicable sensations.
"Oh, Bruce, yesssss," her voice uttered. "Oh, God."
Her mouth pressed deliciously against his lips. Immediately, Bruce felt the hard rigid pressure of her tongue hungrily spearing up into his mouth. He could feel the thrust of her tongue fluttering salaciously on the moist surface of his own in quest for a warm contact with the animal-like passion torturing her body.
His hands continued playing wantonly over her breasts and the resiliently curving moons of her buttocks. Her thighs did not jerk away this time when he touched them, but opened voluntarily to admit him to the very core of her being. He could feel the center of her loins flexing almost imperceptibly in warm answer to his naked touch.
"Oooooooooh, yessssssss, Bruce, yesssss," she was groaning hotly into his lips, her tongue circling wetly around his mouth in a lewd imitation of oral intercourse.
Bruce just couldn't believe it. He knew June loved him, but this show of passion was something he hadn't anticipated from her. He could not stand it another minute and he moved over, slithering on top of her eagerly quivering nakedness. He could feel her body trembling out of control under him as he raised her knees until her moistly throbbing cunt was presented up to him to do as he pleased.
It would mean so much more if June would make the first move, he thought. He wanted her to take him to her, instead of making the decisive thrust himself. Her hand rested tenderly against his abdomen, and he took a deep breath, parting the small space between their bellies.
"Put it in for me," he said in a croak of lust.
He let his breath go out slowly in a long gasp of relief as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation between them and her warm fingers close tightly around his rigid column of flesh. For a long moment, she stopped and her eyes widened; he held his breath again in fear she would suddenly regain her senses and twist away from him. But she didn't. Her hand grasped his cock gently, squeezing and massaging at his foreskin until it grew into greater hardness. Then, miraculously, she pressed his throbbing cock-head against the moistly heated lips of her vagina, rubbing it back and forth and up and down in a circle so that the tip brushed across her erect little clitoris and swept down the moist open flanges to the dilating portals of her cunt. The hot smooth warmth was excruciating to him ... it was all Bruce could do to hold himself back from lunging forward with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust into June's helplessly impassioned belly.
The young blonde held his thickly heated cock in her fingers, tracing the pulsing veins up from the base to the thick turgid head. Her body ached from the constant pressure of his upper torso weighing heavily on her shoulders and breasts ... and below, her legs were wide apart, her pussy moistening from the strange hunger she felt from holding his penis. Slowly she lowered the pulsating shaft of flesh to her wetly waiting vaginal opening. Her mind refused to admit that she was placing him there herself. Two antagonizing forces were at work in her brain. The years of sexual repression she had endured in her small home town still reigned over the subconscious part of her mind. She was still a prisoner of her puritanism, but it was rapidly becoming a relic of the past, and her inhibitions were crumbling to reveal emotions she had never experienced before. Who was that boy lying on top of her? Bruce ... he'd changed too. He raised up and she could see his face, passion-swollen in the bright motel light; his lips were bared back over his teeth, his eyes lewdly frozen on the rising and falling half-spheres of her naked breasts. She felt an electric charge of energy quiver up her thighs and into the hair-lined flanges of her cunt as she placed his penis at the moistly heated little vaginal mouth. Then, gently, she released him.
June's boyfriend levered up on his hands above her slowly undulating body, his legs between her nakedly parted thighs. Her face was contorted in indescribable rapture, and her lips were pursed in a wet rounded oval shaped with tiny whispering groans of half-conscious pleasure. The soft pinkness of her tongue circled around the outside of her mouth. He stared down between the smooth whiteness of their bodies and could see the pulsating thickness of his penis pressing hotly into the soft trembling of her cunt. The teasing softness of her blonde pubic hair enclosed the thick cock-head in a lewd contrast of flesh against hair that caused his penis to flex involuntarily against her.
"Bruce," she groaned, in conscious recognition of the boy who was about to relieve her of her virginity. She felt the warm moist contact grow closer as he pushed his thickness harder against her gently parting slit. "Oooooooooh."
He strained. Jesus, Bruce thought ... there was too much he hadn't tasted of her and he wanted it all. He found it difficult to conceive that after a year of petting she was finally his completely to do with as he liked. He had made it four times with the wild brunette senior when he was a high school sophomore, but doing it with June was different ... this was for real!
He looked down at her large firm breasts swaying out gently towards her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her mewling throat. Her long blonde hair flowed smoothly into the marble whiteness of her skin ... it curled softly over her shoulders, one strand caught between her arm and her breast. His eyes lit on one of her small erect nipples, pink and then a somewhat darker flesh color in the circular areole radiating delicately from its center. Her round high placed breasts reminded him of white pink-capped mountains, virginally milky and smooth, their slopes descending to a sensual narrow valley of cleavage between. He wanted to place himself there between them, to be wrapped in their softness for an eternity of pleasure....
He slithered up his girl friend's chest and straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs. Gently, he placed his cock in the narrow cleft between the dual white mounds, the two peaking summits tickling salaciously at his thighs as he lowered his buttocks to just below the full hillocks. He sighed deeply like an alpine climber who, after having achieved the first plateau on his journey to the summit, rests himself before resuming his ascent. His throbbing rod wedged into the warm smooth valley of her narrow cleavage, and he thought he could cum right at that moment, but he didn't.
Her eyes opened momentarily but flickered shut again quickly as though she, too, were afraid to break the strange spell that hung over the silent motel room. Her mouth still hung open crooning softly into the light that glowed off his sensually poised body.
Bruce's hands shook as he reached down to crush the soft resilient mounds between his strong sinewy fingers. He kneaded and stretched at her breasts, watching them ooze through his hands like firm, flaccid foam rubber. They were soft, yet sprung back into voluptuous shape the moment his pressure lifted. He pushed them together so that they nestled around his shaft, encasing its rigid hardness in a prison of ecstatic softness again. He pushed forward, the red-fleshed crown of his cock appearing like the head of a serpent at the far end of the warm soft tunnel. It brushed gently against her chin as he pushed even farther. He began a slow rocking motion between her warmly quivering breasts and maintained it for several minutes, feeling his penis growing and expanding hotly until his fear of releasing his gushing fountain of sperm got the best of him.
"Bruce, what are you doing?" she looked up at his face. "It feels good ... I never thought of having something like this happen."
Her voice floated angelically through Bruce's mind, a phantom of his desire that had been with him since he'd met her in high school years before. "I'm fucking you between your breasts. You like it, baby?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh, yesssssss," she cooed up at him.
He had to force himself to sit still for a moment. The pleasure was too great, and he was forced to restrict himself to kneading and tenderly fondling her breasts. He could feel his painfully expanding cock jerk along with her nipples that throbbed into greater erection beneath his squeezing thumbs and forefingers.
June ground her desire-tightened buttocks on the mattress beneath, attempting to still the tingling sensation that raced featherlike through her moistly heated vagina. Her thighs limply kicked out and then drew up again as though searching madly for some invisible lover to draw inside of them. She was completely out of control, and she didn't know if she enjoyed the sensation of total animal-like sensuality flooding over her raw nerves in one rapid wave after another. Sharon's words came to her as though from some ghostly hidden part of her being. She'd said it would feel good, and now the soft timbre of her voice echoed from Anne's unconscious. FEEEEEEEEL GOOOOOOOOOOD, her mind kaleidoscoped ... he's not even in me yet, and already I can understand what Lucy was talking about! Lucy's voice spoke like an obscene prediction from a dark part of her brain. Her hips and shoulders wantonly writhed on the bed below ... she could feel her boyfriend sliding up over her lewdly quivering breasts ... and she flinched when she saw the head of his cock, glistening red from his lubricant that teared from the tiny gland at the end.
"Wh-what are you going to do? Bruce, what's happening?" she cried out as he moved up a little.
His knees were on either side of her neck and his long hard cock throbbed out directly over her face, presenting her eyes with a view of the warmly palpitating sperm-filled ridge running along its underside. His balls lay gently against her chin. For a moment, he just sat there, feeling the warm naked mounds of her breasts squashed under his tightly muscled buttocks. He knew he had to be slow with June. Every step was a victory for him ... but he didn't know how much she wanted it, and to what degree she was only submitting to the lewd things he was doing to her. But it was certain that she was enjoying the gentle way he had been fondling and massaging her breasts. Now, as he lifted his buttocks, his cock was rising toward her face until the head of his throbbing erection was less than an inch away from his girlfriend's wetly parted lips.
He set both his hands behind her head, pulling gently at it and lifting it off the bed with his fingers clasping at her neck so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the lust-swollen head of his penis. He thrust slowly forward, his buttocks rolling on the soft mounds of her breasts as he rocked forward to press the tip of his cock between her moistly parted lips. He raised another fraction of an inch from her rising and falling breasts," groaning as he felt June's lips give slightly and her soft warm mouth brushing against the sensitive head ... there was no struggle, no half audible cry of protest. Instead, her lips fell open and her face lifted forward automatically ... almost eagerly!
"Suck it, honey, suck my cock!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she hummed.
Her lips opened again and clasped immediately over the head down to the collar of his foreskin. He watched in unbelieving delight as the rounded ovals of her lips enclosed tightly around the stretched skin of his cock.
"Christ, June, yesssss, suck it!"
She never thought she could bring herself to put her mouth around a man's cock ... she had heard about it from some of her girlfriends, but the thought of doing it never entered her mind. But she was enjoying it! She clasped her lips to him in a tight elastic ring just under the bulging head. Then she drew up and down on it with closed intensity, getting the sense of the excitedly pulsating rod until she knew every swell and veined indentation as it slipped wetly up and down her tongue. His fingers pressed against her cheeks, pushing them inward ... and she sucked in willingly so that her lips and the walls of her warmly moistened mouth fitted snugly around his hardness.
"Oh ... baby, suck me, damn ... you learn fast."
Her head began to move up and down instinctively, her lips drawing on the rubbery head and her tongue swirling and circling around the swollen gland at the end. She wanted to make him feel good, just the way he'd talked about for so long. She wondered what it would be like when he came. Would she suck his hot shooting sperm into her mouth? Could she force herself to swallow it, the way Lucy once told her girls usually did when they wanted to make their men enjoy it completely? He thrust his thighs and pelvis harder into her face, the swollen sac of his balls slapping warmly against her chin. She could feel every throbbing ridge of him worming obscenely between her lips, pressing down against her tongue and pushing hard at the hollowing walls of her cheeks.
"Let me pull out," he suddenly moaned, gritting his teeth from on top of her. "Let me fuck you before I cum!"
Reluctantly, she released her lips, feeling the long lust-swollen cock slide moistly from her mouth ... and then he was slithering down her body again.
"Now I'm going to fuck you, June! I'm going to screw the daylights out of you!" he gasped.
Quivering half in fear, half in anticipation, June opened her thighs wider apart, watching him position himself kneeling between her legs. He moved forward and the head of his wetly glistening cock prodded lewdly against her heated cuntal lips. He dropped one hand down between their bodies, taking the hard jerking shaft between his fingers and guiding it forward, using the thick rubbery tip to part the full fleshy lips of her wetly waiting pussy. She turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her cunt. It was coming now, she thought ... yes, she wanted his penis inside her to break her hymen which symbolically sealed her into childhood. But more than that, she wanted him to quench the fires flickering through her abdomen and thighs, fires that signalled she was fast becoming a woman.
"Ooooooooooh," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He thrust.
"Aaaaaaaaargh," she coughed as the thick tip slipped in, stretching the tight rubbery opening until June felt as though her vagina were already splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Oh, it hurts!" she started to say.
Then she felt something give. He thrust, and the thin membrane of her virtue was ruptured, opening to the hugeness of him. His torso lifted up and sank down gently so that his chest was in contact with the softly quivering mounds of her breasts. He pressurized his hips forward at the same time and his long stiffly plunging cock slid into her cunt like a stake, impaling her innocence as, a moment before, it had severed her virtue. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his cum-filled balls smacked lightly into the upturned cheeks of her buttocks.
"Ooooooh, oh!" she cried helplessly beneath him. Where once there was nothing, a pulsating thick entity now felt as though it was splitting the tender walls of her vagina into a thousand tiny shreds. Thank God he wasn't moving it, she thought, and sighed gratefully, panting to catch her breath, as he gave her time to become accustomed to his presence.
"Are you ready, June? Do you want me to fuck you now?" he pleaded a moment later.
"Yesssssss," she groaned. "God ahead ... fuck me now." The obscene words came out of her without any prior knowledge on her part. "Yes, fuck me," she repeated, finding it excited her, "do whatever you like to me!"
He levered up higher on his arms, sensing her loss of the last remaining ounce of resistance, sensing also that she was all his now. Then he clamped his wet lips over her mouth and began a slow rocking motion in and out between her thighs. He could feel her narrow cuntal channel widening slightly with each hard stroke as she began to mewl with pleasure beneath him.
Yes, June had liked it when he had plunged his warmly throbbing cock deep into her sucking mouth. But this was different ... her pleasure was increased a thousandfold by the tempo of his strokes and the obscenely exciting things they were saying to each other.
Her naked young body began to react involuntarily. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire that had been coursing through her veins for over a year. She had lost the battle against the lascivious feelings, and even the thought of her coming total surrender sent chills running along the base of her spine. She concentrated on the slow rhythm of her boyfriend's cock skewering wetly into her. No ... this wasn't the way she had dreamed of the act of love. It was depraved, as though the two of them were animals engaged in the act of instinctive copulation, but she couldn't stop herself. It was obscene ... but wonderful at the same time!
Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him, and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest. Her worried mind seemed to unfold at the same time as she surrendered her body to him.
He slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the smooth cheeks of her buttocks, cupping one in each hand. They were flexing and unflexing, working with his hands as he pressed his fingers tightly into them. He jerked her harder to his loins, and felt her thighs opening a little more, the moist wet hole of her vagina drawing up around his impaling hardness like a whirlpool of flesh that sucked him hungrily deep into the warm wet recesses of her womb.
"Ooooooh," she moaned as he felt her insides flowering open to receive him deeper. She was groaning and murmuring incoherently as he began to fuck viciously into her, gritting his teeth with desire. Her shamelessly aroused body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him.
He had ignited her! There was no longer the slightest resistance to the wildly impassioned drubbing of his cock that fucked back and forth through the smooth wet walls of her cunt. Damn, he thought, the first time she's ever done it ... and she's going at it like she always knew what it was about. Her nakedly voluptuous body jerked and twisted, and she mewled lewd obscene oaths up into his lust-contorted face. Her mouth moved ceaselessly and her nostrils flared in the untamed, animal desire that had taken hold of her body as though she were having a fit.
"Yesssssssss, fuck meeeeeeeee, fucckkkkkkkkkkkk...." her voice droned, her buttocks writhing wildly up against his cock on the downstroke and into the mattress on the withdrawal.
June's fear was drowned out by her overwhelming desire to have the complete length of his excitedly pulsating penis buried to the hilt in her sensually flowering cunt. Her forehead was covered by a light coat of glistening sweat that had broken out beneath her long disheveled blonde hair. There was nothing that could stop her insane race for fulfillment now and her boyfriend screwed into her like a mad man to end it.
"Jesus, aaaaaaaargh, yesssssss, yessssssssssss," she cried into the motel room as he raised her smoothly gyrating buttocks off the mattress for greater access to her open and pleading pussy.
She could feel the blunt head of his long thick cock slapping against her cervix, then draw rapidly back down her fiery cuntal passage, pausing for a moment at the entry, then plunging into her like a steam engine once more. The sac of his balls smacked heavily into her upturned buttocks that flexed and unflexed in his crazily pumping hands. His legs worked against her widespread thighs, brushing them erotically and extending the area of ecstatic sensation down from her once virginal mound through the sensitive nerve ends spanning across her fully curving legs. It was no longer just her hungrily clasping pussy that was on fire ... her whole body seemed electrically alive, telegraphing its excitement from the hardened nipples on her lewdly swaying breasts down to the tips of her toes.
Bruce rammed into her like a pile driver, plunging the last inch of his thundering cock up her hole with a strength that seemed inhuman. He moved his hips in tight little circles as his cock plunged in rhythmic counterpoint to the lewd rotation of his buttocks. He could feel the heated sperm building now in his balls, and his virile thickness stiffened agonizingly as he quickened his thrust. Over and over again he buffeted into the nakedly writhing young girl, belly smacking against belly, his chest pounding on her lewdly quivering breasts.
She was ready to cum, he could feel it as her legs on either side of him jerked wide, and up. He slid his fingers from the rotating cheeks of her full firm buttocks and pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them back and hard down against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. The plane of her cunt was wide open to the riveting thrusts of his loins as he smashed brutally into her wantonly aroused pussy.
"Ooooooooooh," she intoned beneath him, her face contorted in an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion.
He grunted, baring back his lips over his teeth, his eyes staring down crazily at her cock-impaled form. He could feel their pelvises slapping out a lewd hypnotic rhythm of lust as they crushed into each other, tom-tomming their animal-like passion into the fused cores of their being. He ground his cock hard and deep, boring far up into the hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her nakedly straining breasts heaved and danced up against the pressure of his expanding chest, their tiny hardened nipples searing into him like twin soldering irons.
And suddenly she jerked beneath him.
"Lord ... Oh, God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming ... CUMMMMMMIINNNGGGG! AAAAARRRGGGG!" She screamed it mindlessly, over and over again.
He felt her wildly spiralling pussy dilating around him and then warm gushes of wet smooth liquid were flooding out of her around his pistoning cock. Her arms snaked behind his neck, her legs swinging higher to the level of both their shoulders as she greedily levered up her cuntal mound to receive even more of his long thick cock. He thrust faster and her body arched as she held her fingers tight to his straining neck, not moving now, but quivering and jerking around him in a lewd, pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his rapidly skewering cock and down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks soaking his balls.
Bruce gasped and groaned and increased the force of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wave of heavy surf on a soft, yielding beach of swirling sand. He felt himself cumming. He shoved her soft tender thighs up over his shoulders and ground as far down into her receptively opening cunt as he could go, bringing groans of left-over passion from her lips locks to his. Her arms still clasped his neck in a death grip, pulling her face to his own.
He lunged his tongue into the warm wetness of her mouth, pivoted higher above her, and then rammed down one last time, his cock descending into the clasping softness of her vagina. The obscene slap of his cock against her cervix ignited a soul-searching depth charge inside him that exploded in a cunt-flooding deluge of hot liquid sperm.
June lay in his locked embrace, her mind empty and her vaginal passage filled to overflowing with the white-hot wetness that came from his wildly jerking penis. And then ... all too soon ... it was over. She felt him slide from her body, his left arm still cradling her head. There was still pleasure tingling delightfully between her legs ... but she knew it was time to go.
"That was wonderful, darling," she said, then stopped, helpless to explain to him all she felt.
"I know. For me, too," he smiled understandingly. "And ... just think ... it's only the beginning."
They drove back to the dorm, completely silent, but in perfect accord. June left her overnight bag in his car ... she felt conspicuous carrying it back through the dorm ... and Bruce laughed about keeping it in his trunk for all the similar occasions they would be spending together in the future.
They kissed goodnight. "Sleep tight, baby," he murmured groggily. "I'll call you first thing in the morning."
Upstairs, June tapped softly at Lucy's door, then, getting no answer, went into her own room. She sat on the bed for a few moments, feeling dazed but happy. She really did want to talk to Lucy. On second thought, she stood, yawned and stretched, then approached her girlfriend's room through the adjoining bathroom. Once again, there was no answer and, finding the door unlocked, she slipped into the other room. Lucy wasn't there! The room was totally dark, except for a shaft of moonlight pouring in the window. She sat down on the edge of Lucy's bed and looked around to see that almost every item in the closet had been pulled out and dropped into the nearby armchair ... rejected for some unknown reason. Suddenly, she felt extremely anxious ... her eyes flicked to the illuminated dial of the clock-radio on Lucy's desk and she saw that it was already two minutes past curfew....
CHAPTER SIX
June Olson crossed and uncrossed her pretty legs nervously, lighting a new cigarette from the one she had just finished, and cast her gaze from the door which had DEAN OF WOMEN printed on it to the long wide window letting in an arc of late afternoon light. She was waiting to talk with Dean Wallace ... had been waiting in the secretarial office adjoining the main administrative headquarters that dealt with women students for at least an hour. She knew damn well what this meeting was to be about ... she had received a note this Monday morning to report to Dean Wallace's office at four in the afternoon, and had immediately sensed that her fears of last Saturday night were soon to be confirmed.
Her thoughts went back now to the confused moment when she'd finally realized, after returning to the dorm from her date with Danny that Lucy wasn't in her room, nor anywhere else in the dorm. She had known at once that Lucy's absence meant trouble ... not the kind of trouble that meant anything bad had happened to Lucy, but the kind of rule-breaking that would ultimately and unavoidably lead to the foolish girl being put on probation.
Looking up now at the naked branches of elm that grew alongside the office window, Jun remembered her initial reaction: Christ, she's just decided to stay out all night ... and damn what anyone says! And for some reason, that had struck a sympathetic chord of rebellion in June. After all, she had heard all her life how she should be a virgin ... and that very night she had lost that status ... and nothing terrible had happened. And Lucy had helped her see the truth of how unimportant her outmoded concepts of chastity really were! She just couldn't walk back to her own room and pretend she knew nothing about it ... it wouldn't be true to their relationship, it wasn't right!
Suddenly she had known exactly what she would do. It was all quite simple, really. She would snuggle up in Lucy's bed until the counselor had stuck her head in the door ... and then she would dash through the connecting bathroom and pretend to be asleep in her own bed.
She laughed almost audibly to herself now when she considered the recklessness of her move. So much time had passed, been wasted in the search for Lucy, that she had hardly crawled between the sheets when footsteps sounded in the hall. It felt strange being in Lucy's bed, and, enveloped in the aura of the perfume Lucy always wore, she suddenly felt like Lucy. It was a strange wicked feeling ... like the most wicked thing she had ever done in her life ... being someone else, that is. Then the door opened and she moaned, as though in deep sleep, rolling over on her face and pulling the covers up above her hair as she saw the yellow light from the hallway seep across the carpet. Then the door closed and there wasn't a second to think further.
Throwing back the sheets, she had jumped out of the bed and raced across the room. Her hand had cupped over the door knob to the adjoining bathroom and she tugged ... and tugged again. She yanked at the knob and kicked at the door, with no thought of caution or being heard now ... and then she just froze.
The door was locked!
She had heard the counselor opening her own door, calling her own name, and the terrible absence of an answer. She wanted to call out, but how could she betray Lucy so directly? How could she explain being in the absent girl's room? The counselor seemed to be walking around June's room and then she had heard her picking up June's phone, reporting down to the main desk....
"Dean Wallace would like to see you now," the receptionist stood at the door leading into the inner sanctum of the Dean's office, breaking June from her thoughts.
June shakily trudged into the adjoining room.
"Please sit down," a woman in her forties with short cropped red hair gestured to a plush leather arm chair to the side of her large desk. June sat down, suddenly feeling the urge for another cigarette.
"I'm sure you know why I've called you here today," the woman set her horn-rimmed glasses on the desk pad in front of her.
"I think I have some idea," June said.
"You do realize that we, as the principal overseers of your welfare, feel responsible for what happens to you at this university," the woman hunched her shoulders back on her chair stiffly.
June nodded.
After a moment of gazing at June directly the woman continued, "Looking over your record, I see you were a straight A student at McTyre High School in Wawona Falls, Minnesota ... no Disciplinary problems ... member of the Lutheran League ... in short, a model student."
June nodded again.
"Let me tell you," the woman fiddled with her glasses, "that your behavior, although it is not to be approved of ... is not very extraordinary. Girls like you," she frowned, "coming from small communities where ... ,sex ... other tendencies ... drugs," she cleared her throat, "et cetera aren't introduced," the Dean's voice rose and her face reddened, her eyes fastening on the smooth white curves of June's legs, "usually find it difficult to adjust. June ... it can be hard to make this transition, and I sympathize with you." She straightened and looked severe. "However, we make no allowances, and do not make exceptions."
"I understand," June said.
"I'm forced to consider no other alternative but disciplinary probation for you starting next semester," the woman frowned, her eyes now burning a path up June's barely covered thighs to the close set mounds of her breasts. "Your parents must be informed ... but we'll permit you to finish this semester without action taken.
Your mother and father will receive notice of our decision after the Christmas holidays ... no need to disrupt things during vacation ... I'm sure you would rather have it this way...."
"Isn't there anything I can do?"
"There is nothing you can do except make sure nothing like this happens again," Dean Wallace said.
"My father will die," June said, almost to herself. Then, looking up at the woman who was still staring in a provocative way at her, she cried, "My parents will probably take me out of school. They're really old-fashioned ... it'll ruin my whole education. I can see myself being trundled off to some Lutheran girl's school...."
"You should have thought of that last Saturday night," the woman rocked back and forth in her cushioned desk chair. "When you were out ... doing God knows what!"
For a moment June considered telling Dean Wallace the truth. It was Lucy who had gotten her into this situation, and by all rights Lucy should pay for it ... but she wasn't capable of that kind of betrayal. Even if she was, it wasn't going to do her any good.
"I don't care about the probation part of it," June said flatly. "It's just my parents. I've tried not to hurt them, and now it looks like one small mistake is going to destroy everything!" Tears came to her eyes, and she covered her face with her hands.
She heard a rhythmic squeak coming from the desk chair and then heard the woman make a sharp intake of air. "June ... you're a pretty girl," Dean Wallace came around in front of her desk and rested one hand on the blonde's shoulder. "You need guidance ... protection. I feel what we are doing is in your best interests," her hand began to rub lightly back and forth over the top of June's blouse, sliding down to the firmness of her arm. "I don't like doing this ... but rules are rules!"
The Dean of Women stood back suddenly, her arms crossing over her small breasts and her face crimsoning. Her lips trembled slightly as she looked down at June again. "You must realize what men are like, June dear ... they take advantage of you ... distract you from your studies. They tempt you! And the rigors of this university make it imperative that you show some restraint in your relations with them."
June nodded.
"You can go now ... I would like you to report back here at the beginning of the term starting in January. We'll work out the disciplinary action at that time."
June stood up. "Does that mean I have a chance of not being put on probation?"
"It only means I haven't decided how harsh your punishment shall be. Your parents will still be notified."
June left the room without saying another word. Outside the December twilight darkened the hedges and the walk leading down past the administrative offices to the street. She pulled her coat and scarf tightly around her from the dry winter cold and headed across the mall toward the dorm to call Bruce.
Bruce returned from hockey practice late that afternoon and received June's phone call with her news that she'd been placed on disciplinary probation. Her voice sounded shaky and mid-way through their conversation she broke into tears. There was nothing he could think of to tell her at the time ... his mind was a virtual blank. His first reaction was anger at Lucy for having pulled the stunt of disappearing in the first place. But June had warned him not to mention anything about it to Danny, who would hit the ceiling if he knew his girlfriend was out with his father.
After reassuring her that he'd do everything he could to find a way out of the dilemma for her, he hung up ... actually he was equally shaken at the news, and secretly thought her case was hopeless. It meant she would be taken out of school by her parents come the end of the semester, and he would rarely, if ever, see her again. He knew June's parents. They weren't the liberal type who might brush off the incident with a few sharp words to their daughter.
He went out in the hallway and got himself a Coke and walked down to the front room to sit and think in the darkness. It was damn ironic, he thought, that he'd rushed to get her home Saturday night when he could have spent the rest of the evening with her in the motel. It wouldn't have made the slightest difference whether she'd shown up at the dorm or not, since she had gotten punished even though she hadn't done a goddamn thing! He sat on the couch in the center of the large darkened living room and smoked three cigarettes in a row and then got up and stood on the front porch, letting the frigid night air rush over him.
"Hey, Bruce," he heard Danny's voice coming from the door leading back into the living room. "You trying to catch pneumonia or what?"
"Just thinking ... feeling goddamn depressed, if you wanna know the truth!"
"C'mon in and have a beer," Danny said. "Maybe we can talk it over."
Bruce returned to the living room and waited for Danny to come back with his six-pack.
"How was the game? Tennessee girls treat you okay?" Bruce tried to sound cheerful after Danny had come back from the kitchen with the beer.
"All right ... nothing to be proud of. We squeaked through with a touchdown in the last quarter."
"I guess that's not so hot, considering you were playing the Hawkeyes."
Danny popped open his beer can. "What's bugging you, Bruce? You look really down."
"I took June out Saturday night ... we spent the night in the Pine View Motel...."
"Congratulations!" Danny interrupted. "Finally got the chick into the sack!"
"Yeah," Bruce forced a grin. "But the bad part is they had a bed check, and June's bed was empty. The Dean of Women called her down today and put her on disciplinary probation starting next semester. She doesn't mind the probation, but when her old man finds out about it she's definitely out of school. She says the family will probably send her to some girl's school in Minnesota. The worst of it is I'll never be able to see her again. At least, not like now."
Danny sipped on his beer. He was silent for a few minutes, and then he said, "You've got a couple of options. One is to sit the whole thing out and hope her parents will understand ... which doesn't sound promising ... or you can try to pull some strings. Talk to some administration people."
"I don't know a goddamn soul in the administration, Danny, you know that," Bruce looked at his friend despondently.
"I told you about that party coming up next weekend," Danny said. "There will be some people there who might be able to help. Jack Armstrong, a friend of the old man's, for one. He's buddies with the Dean of Students, plays golf with him ... I'd think he could do something."
"Christ, that would be great," Bruce said enthusiastically.
"It's going to be a pretty wild party. Actually two parties. One upstairs that's on the level and the other in the playroom that should get pretty wild."
"That's okay. I think I can handle it."
"Bruce," Danny laughed. "I'm not worried about you. It's June ... she's got to talk to Armstrong. Butter the guy up, turn on the charm...."
"I don't think June would like to do that," Bruce slumped back in his chair.
"She doesn't have to go to the party downstairs ... we just need some chicks to keep the alumnae at the party company. She'd only be there for a couple of hours."
"I still don't know," Bruce sipped on his beer. "What kind of stuff is going to happen downstairs?"
"That's the part June doesn't even have to see. We'll just let things take shape the way they will. I got this chick coming in from Chicago who should get some things going ... I'll let her take off her clothes and do a number with some of the guys ... I don't think I'll need any volunteers ... and then you can guess what'll happen from there!"
"I don't know ... I'm confused," Bruce lit a cigarette. "I'll just tell June to be careful. But ... man, I'd sure like to see this scene you're setting up," Bruce's eyes grew wide, "They'll be doing stuff like sucking ... she'll actually be fucking guys right in the open?"
"You got it!" Danny smacked his lips smugly.
"Danny Brown, you're some goddamn organizer! But you've got a dirty little mind!"
The tall dark haired boy stood up. "Bruce ... I've been planning this orgy thing all semester. It's really going to be fantastic ... even Lucy thinks it's a great idea!"
Bruce was almost about to make a sarcastic remark about his friend's girl, but he didn't. He reached into the six pack set on the floor between them and opened another beer. Already he could see June's reaction to Danny's suggestion about talking to Danny's father's friend about the probation affair. He just might be lucky enough to get her to go to the party. But June had changed considerably during the past few months, and it might work out all right. He had nothing to lose talking to her about it, and if she didn't go he could always have some fun on his own with that sexy bitch Marie Wilkens ... it wasn't right for him to think about the red-haired girl that way, especially at this moment, but the urges of the body are often stronger than the fragile principles of the mind ... he drew on his second beer and began imagining how it would feel to have the girl's big luscious tits in his hands ... while he thrust the lust-hardened shaft of his cock into her moistly clasping mouth.
"Hey, fella," Danny snapped his fingers, drawing him from his thoughts. "I got a poker game lined up for later tonight. Some Deltas are coming over for beers. I thought you might want to throw in a stake."
Bruce smiled and shook his head. Danny sure was a hustler, the blond haired boy thought as he got up and waved his friend thanks for the beer and climbed the stairs to his room. Someday he'd probably make a lot of money, maybe even open up his own gambling casino and whore house, he chuckled to himself when he opened the door to his room.
CHAPTER SEVEN
That same December Saturday, Glenn Brown had flown unexpectedly into town, his conscious purpose to check up on his son. But deep down, he was aware that part of his so-called reasons included Lucy. His feelings vacillated constantly about that girl. At one moment, he would feel he had every right to go after her, then on more serious consideration it seemed all wrong ... even if Danny wasn't serious about her ... a betrayal of trust of the most serious kind. Lucy had written inviting him down for the last weekend, but he put off his arrival at the Tennessee university town for another week. He thought about all this on the small prop jet out of O'Hare. Then, despite the guilty feeling he had already, he found himself heading straight for the girl's dorm, and not Phi Upsilon Fraternity, as soon as he got into town. It was barely noon, and Lucy came down without a brassiere, a fact fully revealed by her tight casual sweater.
Standing to greet her, his arms reached out to pull her luscious body so close she lost her balance and fell against him. It was not accidental, and they both knew it.
Her response was immediate. "And just when I'd given up hope," she sighed and smiled, snuggling close to him on the plush sofa as they sat down. "You know I wrote begging you to come last week."
Brown's eyes glinted hopefully in spite of himself. He still wasn't sure if she wasn't just teasing. "And what is all this supposed to mean? I'm just paying a friendly visit to my son and his girlfriend."
"Who happens to be out of town," she pointed out teasingly. "As you'd well know if you'd dropped by the fraternity house first, as you were supposed to!"
Glenn roared with laughter at himself. "You mean ... Danny's not in town?" he gasped. "Jeezus, I didn't know that!"
"Not here or at the fraternity house ... where he does live, after all," she clucked with mock disapproval. "Not anywhere in the vicinity."
"Christ," he said worriedly, trying to compose himself. "You see, I just dropped by here first ... it was on the way ... I thought he might be here."
"Oh, come on, Glenn," she said. "Phi Upsilon is exactly midway between here and the airport. You came here first because you wanted ME."
Brown had the feeling of being on a train that was suddenly accelerating out of control. And now was the time to jump off ... but he didn't. She's a live one, that's for sure! "Well, I don't know about that ... after all, Danny's here a lot." He was struggling for an excuse.
Lucy looked at her potential father-in-law and shook her head. "Glenn Brown, you've been looking for an excuse to get into my pants since the first day when you brought me here. I can remember that first day ... you even had a hard-on in my room."
Glenn was used to young girls, but never had he encountered such bluntness. "Do you always talk so boldly?" he lowered his voice. "And how is it that you were looking in that direction?"
"I've had my eye on you for over a year," she admitted. "Just like you've got your eye on me. And I know that you've looked at me like I'm bare-assed naked every time we go out for dinner. You don't even eat!"
"I'd like to eat you," he muttered lewdly, lowering his voice so no one would hear from the surrounding couches.
"There are all sorts of possibilities," she said simply.
Glenn watched in disbelief as she yawned deeply and stretched. He stood up as if to leave, throwing her coat over his arm. "And one obstacle ... you're my son's girl!" He looked toward the huge glass doors of the front lobby leading outside.
"Of course ... but it is such a perfect opportunity with Danny gone ... isn't it?" She smiled a provocative little smile straight in his eyes.
Glenn went out through the glass doors, looking back only long enough to see Lucy's voluptuous body sashaying barefoot across the lobby back to her room ... as if nothing unusual was happening! He stepped into the back seat of a cab among the fleet outside the door, thinking fast. The moment he'd been thinking about for so long seemed to have arrived. But what if she's putting me on! What if I make a definite move ... and she tells Danny about me trying to throw a fuck to her ... then there's a big split between me and my son?
On the other hand, she was obviously a hot little number and probably wasn't faithful to Danny anyway. And ... what with the generation gap and the free-swinging morals that these young people were supposed to have ... they might have some kind of agreement, leaving each one free to do what he wanted. He knew that Danny had been making it with some little blonde waitress at the beach last summer.
The fact that Danny was out of town broke down the last remaining shreds of his feeble resistance. He decided to drop off at a downtown hotel for a drink, then head back to the dorm. Damn! It's too perfect to resist! When I get that hot ass little bitch into a bed, she'll know she's been somewhere! He sensed her fascination with his supposed sophistication. Well, she'll get an education if that's what she wants. He sank into a deep reverie ... I'm going to get me some cock sucking, some cunt licking ... I'll put her through all the paces she ever heard of and more besides!
An hour later, he was back in the dorm again. But she wasn't in her room. He found her in the downstairs public cafeteria, eating a cheeseburger and exchanging wise-cracks with a handsome young waiter. Frowning at the young blond-haired man, he ordered a cup of coffee and sat down with her, surveying the hectic scene of chattering students and relatives at the surrounding tables.
When she finished eating, he told her, "I'll pick you up for dinner at six o'clock ... so if you're such a big girl as you seem to think you are, we'll go on to my motel room afterwards. Good enough?"
"Your motel room?" she asked with such wonder that he thought she'd changed her mind. "Are you crazy? Look, you always stay at the Motor Inn. Right?"
"Right!"
"Well, we've got to go somewhere else then. Isn't it going to look kind of funny the next time Danny brings me to visit you? Really, darling, we must keep some of our senses about us," she chided playfully.
"Oh," was all he managed, he was so overcome by confusion and relief. Well, she does want me to fuck her ... and she's right about the motel room! Perhaps, he thought, she had a friend with an apartment. "Well, what did you have in mind?"
"Look, I'll check in at the Pine View Motel after we finish dinner ... and say my husband's coming in tonight. Then you come about ten o'clock. It works perfectly," she smiled tauntingly. "That's the way Danny and I always do it ... it's more comfortable than appearing together."
"Listen, you little cock-teaser," he bristled. God, she was actually gloating with the power she had over him ... knowing she could make it hard, but he still wouldn't back out. "Forget about dinner. You be in that motel at ten o'clock because I'm going to fuck the living shit out of you. Understand?"
"Okay," she said softly, acquiescing.
"And check in under the name of Brown," he directed and glared at her.
"Okay," she agreed so weakly he almost felt sorry for her. Momentarily, she looked slightly uneasy, even afraid, and he felt a resurgence of deep guilt welling up in him. Damn it, he wondered suspiciously, I bet she's doing that on purpose, too!
He stood abruptly, as though he could escape the feeling merely by leaving. On the way out, he bumped into a dark-haired young man, and thought for a moment it was his son before he lurched past him up the hanging staircase to ground level.
Lucy watched him bolt away. She waited five minutes to give him time to exit from the lobby, then walked back up to her room. Anticipatory ripples of pleasure were already playing through her as she thought of the handsome man making love to her later that evening. And then he was her own boyfriend's father ... she had never felt so delightfully wicked in her whole life.
She tore through her expensive wardrobe, trying to pick out exactly the right thing to wear.
She decided on a micro-skirt and a tight sweater ... the nightgown ... and, for underneath her street clothes, a black lace garter belt and black panties ... because they seemed to go with the abandoned feeling she had deep inside every time she thought of herself as a beautiful young girl having a rendezvous with a man in a motel room. She enjoyed this feeling of obscenity, seemed to thrive on it! There was one thing that worried her, though. She had already checked in as Mrs. Brown to meet Danny at this same hotel. And she knew the woman at the desk would remember that. She'd wanted to tell Glenn, but somehow she just didn't have the nerve to mention Danny again. On second thought, it added to the lewd kick. She felt wild and cocky and audacious beyond all bounds, smiling to herself wryly as she imagined the woman's shock when the older Mr. Brown checked in.
Glenn Brown, finishing dinner later that night in an expensive restaurant downtown, was in an opposite mood. God, I haven't been so nervous ... since the first time I was unfaithful to Sue with that secretary. Sue was, or had been, his wife ... and was Danny's mother. It was funny, he thought, what strength these family ties held ... making one feel obligated, treacherous ... and finally guilty. He had been divorced so long now he'd forgotten. But now he was betraying his son and not his wife. Somehow that made him feel even more guilty because it was ... unnatural.
He shoved the thought out of his mind until, pulling up in a cab, he was confronted by the tawdriness of the Pine View Motel. The harsh peroxide middle-aged blonde stared at him with open shock and curiosity when he asked for Mrs. Brown's room number.
"I-I'm ... Mr. Brown," he found himself stammering.
"Oh ... yes! Your wife is in number three. She arrived about an hour ago." Now her attitude had changed to wry amusement, and her voice quavered on the border of open laughter as she spoke to him. He wondered, with a sickening feeling of embarrassment, if this was the same motel where Danny and Lucy checked in under the Brown name. He shoved it out of his mind as too unpleasant to even consider.
"Thanks," he said shortly to the woman, resisting the desire to run as he moved out of the office.
The place, run down but clean, had the aura of a second-rate operation where illicit rendezvous were the main source of business. He knocked on number three, trying to pull his frayed nerves together.
The knob turned, then the door opened a few inches, and Lucy's lovely face appeared. She smiled at him, expectantly.
"Hi, Mr. Brown," she breathed heavily. "I thought you'd never arrive!"
He pushed the door closed behind him and she folded into his arms, wrapping both her hands around his neck and pressing her body tightly against him. Her lips opened around his mouth, nibbling playfully at the lower lip, and he thrust his tongue between her teeth to blot out the misgivings that were increasing each moment.
"Wow!" she smiled as he drew back. "Isn't this fantastic?"
"I don't know, is it? Look, to tell you the truth, I feel like the world's worst bastard ... why don't we just forget about it?"
She backed away from him, smiling softly. "It's because of Danny. I know it! Now, you're not going to let such foolishness ruin everything, are you? I'm unfaithful to him all the time ... if that helps your conscience."
"Promise?" he had to laugh half-heartedly at his own readiness to accept any excuse.
"Yes."
She beckoned him into the room, smiling at having gotten her way. "Now what we need is something to calm us both down," she giggled, sitting on the bed and opening her purse. She patted the place next to her for him to sit down. "And I've got the thing that will do it."
She handed him a long home-rolled cigarette and waited for him to react.
"Marijuana?" he asked curiously.
"Yes, darling," she cooed, pleased. "I bought it for just the both of us. Have you ever tried it?"
"Just once," he admitted. "But nothing happened."
"It never does the first time," she reassured him. "But it will tonight."
Lucy took the cigarette from between his lingers and held it, obviously enjoying initiating him. "Now just watch what I do after I light it. I'll take a deep breath and hold it in my lungs ... then pass it on to you so we don't lose any. Then you drag on it and hold it, and pass it back to me. It's marvelous! Especially for nights like I know this one is going to be!" she laughed softly.
Anxious for anything that would calm his edginess, Glenn watched her light the cigarette and draw the smoke deep ... deep in her lungs. Already, her eyes were closed, as though she were savoring the drug. Her body seemed to relax softly beside him, enveloping her with an air of sensuousness. Glenn looked down at her short skirt that rode casually higher up her fully curving thighs as she leaned backwards, and felt more optimistic about the evening. She leaned back on her elbows, her eyes still closed as she took a second deep drag, and he began to see the hooks of the black garters holding up the long sheer nylon stocking that encased the smooth white flesh of her delicately curving legs. Finally, she sat up and offered him the cigarette. She slipped an arm affectionately around his neck, glancing happily from the obvious bulge of his hardening cock beneath his slacks to his lips slowly sucking on the cigarette ... as though it were an historic event.
"Oh, baby," she said huskily. "I got the feeling that this is going to be a very ... very ... special evening."
The cigarette had a sweet, decidedly pleasant taste. He pulled harder on his second drag and held it longer, savoring the full feeling of the pressure nearly bursting his lungs. After a few more times, he noticed that the slight initial rawness in his throat had disappeared, and he took the next one without thought, as though he had been smoking it all his life. The thought that Danny probably smoked marijuana with Lucy, too ... perhaps right on this bed ... crossed his mind, but this time the idea wasn't disturbing. In fact, it had a definite erotic effect on him. Time seemed to telescope into the moment. All the annoyances that had plagued him, all the guilts, seemed to belong to the past and future, and his involvement with both those concepts was growing increasingly tenuous and vague. He could hardly remember today, much less think about tomorrow. There was only the present and this exotic young woman beside him.
"Feeling it, darling?" she nuzzled his ear gently, already knowing the answer.
"God ... this is great stuff ... I feel like I could fuck you forever...."
"And that's exactly what we're going to do! You just lay back here on the bed. I'll undress and you can watch me."
She plumped the pillows under his head and lit him another cigarette. Then she walked across the room, her round full buttocks wagging provocatively, but without the slightest trace of artificiality. It was as though she had forgotten his presence and he were peeping on her unaware. The lurid thought caused another stirring in his rapidly hardening loins ... he held the cigarette up to his mouth again and dragged deeply. When the smoke cleared, he saw that she had dropped her skirt and that she wasn't wearing a slip. Her back to him, she bent over to pick up her skirt from the floor, and the leg bands of her bikini panties slipped enticingly into the crevice of her buttocks. His erection seemed to grow bigger than it had ever felt before as he watched her pull her sweater over her head and undo her brassiere. Then she walked to the closet carrying her dress and wearing only skimpy black panties, a black garter belt and nylons. All he could see now was the smooth, gently curving lines of her bare back that flowed into a delicate hollow at the base of her spine. Her hips flowered out smoothly from her narrow hour-glass waist, and he could just make out the tiny indentation of her buttocks above the top of her flimsy panties. His cock jerked forcefully in his pants as he focused in on her full curving thighs; the tiny strip of her black nylon panties contrasted starkly with their luscious white smoothness. She finished hanging her clothing, then quickly removed the panties, garter belt and hose. His breath caught in his throat as she turned around.
Jesus, she's absolutely beautiful, he thought as she faced him. He was too stunned to comment. She's magnificent ... totally incredible!
She stood there, giving him time to take it all in ... leisurely. His eyes drifted over the smoothness of her neck and the tiny hollows of her shoulders, down the rounded sloping upper arms that were satin-smooth and glowing creamy white. The full, firmly swelling mounds of her breasts were placed high on her chest and set wide apart. Nevertheless, because of their outstanding size and firmness, there was a deep fleshy valley of narrow cleavage between them. At their tips, the tiny budlike nipples were already stiff and poking out. And even the darker blush pink of the aureoles surrounding them was crinkling up. Below her breast, down over the smooth plane of her tiny waist and the slight roundness of her abdomen, the triangular "vee" of her loins was delicately covered with sparse black pubic hair, soft and velvet looking.
"You like me, darling?" she said.
"God ... you're beautiful ... lovely...." he whispered hoarsely. He sat up on the bed and stubbed out the marijuana cigarette in the tray on the bed table.
His eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly as she lowered herself to her knees on the floor between his legs. "And now...." she breathed softly, her lovely blue eyes glinting with lewd excitement beneath the fringe of her thick black eyelashes...."now I want to see you."
Glenn Brown leaned back, his legs pressed to either side of Lucy's gently kneeling form, and felt the girl's small cool hands flutter over the hotly jutting protuberance beneath his slacks. With deft knowledge, she grasped the zipper and opened his pants ... his cock, still clothed by the form-fitting underwear, became more obvious.
"Lift up, honey, let me take these silly things off," she cooed up at him.
Sitting on the side of the bed, her boyfriend's father raised his buttocks, permitting her to slide his slacks slowly down his thighs, over his knees ... then pulling off his loafers, threw everything on the floor. She looked up at his face. She could see his eyes closing and opening, the pupils dilating widely with lust as she gently fondled and squeezed at his hardness through his shorts.
"I like undressing a man ... I always do this to Danny...."
"Christ, don't talk about him now," he moaned down at her.
"I sort of like the idea of making it with my boyfriend's old man. Do you think I'm perverse, Mr. Brown?"
Lucy didn't give him a chance to answer. She teasingly inserted the fingers of one hand between the tightly clasping waistband of his shorts ... and then with the other hand ran her finger tips tauntingly over the white-clad sac of his balls. And then she began carefully peeling the form-fitting shorts down his hips. He raised his legs momentarily, kicking his underwear free from his stockinged feet. His cock stood out from his hairy stomach, massive and hard, the tip violet-red and throbbing vibrantly a few inches from his son's girlfriend's mouth.
Her eyes took in the rapidly swelling length of him, watching as he pulled off his tie and shirt that he let fall carelessly behind him on the mattress. He ripped off his socks and threw them to the floor.
"My God ... it's a grand cock ... it's even bigger than Danny's," she said to the man sitting totally naked on the edge of the bed before her kneeling form. "He's got a nice one, but this is just out of sight!"
She leaned forward and eagerly grasped its palpitating firmness in one hand, drawing anxiously on his penis like a child pulling a strawberry topped ice cream cone to her lips. Lucy kissed it tenderly, her tongue flicking from between the glistening moistness of her soft full lips to lick down it lightly with spine-tingling warmth. She felt its involuntary jerk and heard Glenn's quickly indrawn breath; a tear of viscous transparent lubricant popped from the tiny opening at the end. Her tongue reached out to swipe the clear liquid as though it were a drop of dew crowning the tip of a budding flower. Her tongue flickered down the rigid underside of his cock, tracing the hotly throbbing veins in wanton liquid swirls, implanting itself finally at the inflated sac of his balls that jiggled softly beneath. Several times her tongue dipped up and down the fleshy shaft, twirling tantalizingly beneath the head which responded by jerking magnetically toward her wetly parted lips.
"Jesus," Danny's father groaned.
Abruptly, he lifted himself to a standing position of" Lucy and looked down at his son's girlfriend. He stood over her, his bare feet digging into the spongy carpet beside her. His cock brushed against the side of her face as he lowered himself onto the floor to kneel facing her.
"You've forgotten something," she looked down at her sparsely hair-covered pubic mound and then gazed directly into his eyes.
He grunted hoarsely, his cock swaying like a dancing cobra between her thighs. Brown's hands went to her hips, squirming from her rounded ass-cheeks to the damply curling tendrils of hair that covered her pubic mound.
Suddenly, she was in his arms, her fingers trailing down his spinal column to rest at the small of his back just above the muscular swell of his buttocks. She kissed him wetly, her tongue jousting with his own and their lips playing erotically against each other ... and then her hand slid across the slimness of his hip to the turgid rubbery head of his cock. For a long moment, she continued to play with the stiffly jerking shaft while he ran his fingers playfully over her pubic mound.
"This is just the way I imagined it," she whispered. "I thought about it when I was sucking on your boy's cock ... I wanted you then, Glenn, Christ, I wanted you so much!"
Glenn Brown gritted his teeth, lurching closer to her and moving his arms around her back. One of her hands touched at the massiveness of his chest, while the other continued to jerk methodically at his steadily hardening penis. She pressed on his chest, pushing him gently backward ... surprised at how easily he yielded to her pressure now on his lower chest below his rib cage.
"Now ... I'll get on top of you for a while," she crooned down at the naked large framed man that she had pushed to his back on the white carpet. She straddled him with her knees on either side of his hips, her pink little pussy hovering just above the massive hardness of his stiffly throbbing cock. Carefully, she came down on it, allowing the underside of his large penis to lie solidly against the smooth warm mound of her cunt. The swollen rod pushed insistently into the moist flesh between her legs, pressuring her wetly lubricated slit apart to rest up against her tiny clitoris. She increased the pressure, sliding the inner flanges of her pussy back and forth over the massive trunk, rubbing her curl-fringed cunt in tiny circles, her buttocks swirling lewdly above his tensed thighs.
"I like to do it myself at first ... to make the initial movements, if you know what I mean ... that way I can get myself hot ... after, you can fuck me. But now ... I like to feel your nice big prick fucking my clit!"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm," he grimaced, his eyes playing over the seated body of his son's naked girlfriend above him, her ripe young breasts jostling rhythmically in time to the obscenely swirling motion of her hips.
He lay still and let his Lucy rock erotically above him. Jeezus, she's gonna make me cum just rubbing that clit of hers up and down my cock like that ... man, I need to fuck her before it's all over with! Brown gasped, trying to draw back his cock from further stimulation, but it was impossible with her riding him like a rodeo cowgirl. Her velvet-textured thighs swished softly against his lips, and the soft curly black hair of her parted vaginal lips slipped snugly over his rapidly pulsing hardness.
"You want to fuck me now ... honey?" her voice was choked with quickly mounting passion, "tell me what you want now!"
"Christ," he gritted, feeling her rutting down on him and smoothly wiggling her buttocks from side to side so that the tender area of flesh between her warmly moistened vaginal opening and anus slid hotly over the blunt head of his penis.
"Then ... you do want to fuck me!" she answered for him, spilling off him and laying down on her back to his right. "C'mon ... go ahead, screw it to me!"
Glenn Brown sat up and sprawled his body immediately over Lucy's voluptuously reclining form on the carpet beside him. She pulled him tightly to her and ran her hands searchingly down his back, exploring the secret hollows of him. His cock was resting hard against her thighs, pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her wetly heated cunt, the way it had been when she sat over him. She arched up for a moment, levering both of them up off the carpet with the strength of her young pelvis and reached under her buttocks with both hands, pulled her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his penis greater contact with the wetly throbbing flesh. She relaxed, dropped her body back on the lush white carpet, his rigid hardness poised directly into her steadily pulsing vaginal opening.
"Whoops, I almost forgot to ask you ... you won't be mad if there's a sudden change in plans?" her eyes twinkled teasingly at him.
"You forgot to go down on me!"
He groaned and raised up, a look of mock-exasperation on his face. "At your service," he said hoarsely and began sliding, secretly enjoying her aggressive manner. The younger generation was somewhat puzzling to him. Girls these days didn't just lie back and wait for you to screw it to them the way they did when he was in college! Damn, he thought, running the tip of his tongue smoothly around the lust-hardened nipple of one of her lushly ripened breasts, it's almost better this way ... she wants her satisfaction, and she'll be damned if she'll let me get away without making her feel good, too!
"I'm not usually this demanding," she laughed softly. "It's just that you're a very special man. I want you to do everything to me, Glenn Brown!"
He couldn't help chuckling to himself at Lucy's brazen way of ordering him around, a man twice her age, old enough to be her father. Still laughing softly to himself, he brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her knees splayed out wide on either side of him. He lifted and pushed them up and over her naked young body so the kneecaps touched her breasts. The whole flat plane of her pinkly glistening pussy was exposed to his lustful sight.
Lucy smiled to herself ... she felt his wetly heated tongue circling down below, the tip twirling magically around her cuntal lips and sweeping smoothly up to the tiny nerve-stem of her clitoris. She felt vaguely superior and gloried in-the lewd sense of power she held over Danny's father.
Abruptly, her thoughts dissolved away. She clenched her eyes tightly shut as the older man began fondling and teasing at the hotly swelling lips of her vagina with one hand while, with the other, he circled the tiny puckered hole of her anus with his outstretched middle finger. His tongue butterflied softly against Lucy's clitoris, and then licked over the moistly glistening slit down to her nether passage, spreading the warm tingling sensation from the flat plane of her cuntal mound into her firmly quivering buttocks and thighs. When his tongue quivered like a hummingbird against her tightly puckered anus, the girl almost went into orbit.
"Oooooooooh," she moaned as tiny goose bumps rippled across her softly trembling belly and deeply heaving breasts. "Yesssss, fuck me with your tongue like that ... do everything, suck my pussy! Eat me ... oh my God! Eat me alive."
Grinning, Brown traced his tongue over the warmly perfumed inner flanges of Lucy's cunt, running the tip hungrily across the smooth undersides of the moist, hair-covered folds. Her pussy scent, evocative as roses, dilated his nostrils, and the warm sweet taste of her cunt beckoned him to worm his tongue down lower to where the flowering lips opened into the secret depths of her pussy. His tongue slid cock-like through the moistly clasping entrance and Lucy screamed a little scream of pure animal lust. He twirled his tongue erotically around inside her pussy and then sucked with his lips against the wetly swollen outer flanges.
"Lick me, fuck my cunt with your mouth!" Lucy's voice intoned again, suddenly harsh and commanding.
Glenn's hands reached up over the white softness of her belly to her heavily swaying breasts and dug harshly into their fleshy softness, his fingers rolling the rapidly hardening nipples between them in relentless frenzy. As his mouth and tongue worked animal-like at the widespread tightness of her cunt, his eyes remained open, peering in lewd delight through the ripely dancing mounds of her breasts up to the brunette's lust-contorted face.
The tortured thrusts of his tongue and the wetly sucking noises coming from below her belly sharpened Lucy's mind into an obscene focus. She remembered the first afternoon in the dorm before Danny came up when she and Glenn petted briefly ... her seduction of him was now a reality, and she no longer had to dream about the possibility of seducing her boyfriend's father. His tongue swirling rhythmically at her moist secret parts confirmed her belief that she was his. All she needed now, she thought, was to have both son and father doing crazy obscene things to her at once ... and that lewd thought excited her beyond measure.
Her belly suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned gyrating movement up against his wetly fucking tongue as her hands curled down into his hair. With a soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest, her thoughts of conquest vanished into the reality of Glenn Brown's beautifully educated tongue and mouth lick-lick-licking at her slowly writhing pussy. All that mattered now were the delicious pin-pricks of pleasure piercing through her flesh like prickling needles of unbelievably fabulous fire.
Glenn could feel her soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks as she ground her naked buttocks up against his face in a steady hypnotic rhythm. Christ, she is really something, he gloated, watching excitedly the contortions of wantonness and pleasure on her face. Her eyes were tightly clenched, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth in an animal grimace of lust.
The plane of her sweet young cunt rose beneath his chin, levering up his face as she rotated her tightly clenching buttocks higher off the floor. Her thighs clasped his head in a viselike grip, drawing him to herself, while at the same time her hands dug deeper into his curly hair. He nibbled gently with his teeth into the soft fleshy folds surrounding the widening hole of her cunt and reveled in the tiny helpless squeals it brought from her throat. Then he slid his hands from the smooth half-spheres of her breasts and brought them down beneath her wildly clasping thighs. Slipping his fingers to the flexing and unflexing moons of her steadily uplifting buttocks, he pulled her cuntal mound up tight to his face. He was enjoying the power he possessed over her and worked to show his complete domination of her every gasping breath. His tongue slavered on and on between the moistness of her thighs, increasing little by little in speed and depth until he had brought her to the point of absolute subjugation merely by his gently flicking tongue.
He could feel his cock hardening beneath, and his own buttocks began a slow gyrating motion, thrusting the head of his blood-engorged penis back and forth on the plush carpet. The tingling sensation rising in his own belly from the steady pressure against his cock and the heady aroma of Lucy's wetly throbbing pussy grinding up into his face enveloped him in a mood of obscene sensuality. All fears of betraying his son by making love to his girlfriend had long since vanished. There was nothing left except the wildly rocking motion of the girl's thighs and cunt thrusting hungrily against his mouth and tongue ... and the feeling of his cock steadily stiffening into rocklike hardness on the wool carpet below. He began to roll his head in a smoothly curling arc over her upraised cunt, slapping his tongue gently across her small erect clitoris like a child licking candy. She fondled and played in his hair with one hand, while the fingers of the other dipped down the side of his contorted face to part her vaginal lips wider and give him greater access to the warmly palpitating pleasure center of her clitoris.
"Kiss it, kiss my cunt ... oh ... it feels so good!" she hissed at him.
He could feel her cuntal lips dilating beneath his constant lewd ministration to her loins, signaling that she was approaching her climax. Christ, he thought, she's going to cum with me sucking on her! He could feel the tight muscles on her thighs rippling and tensing gently against his neck. They pulsated around the back of his head with each thrust and counterthrust of his face into the moistly pulsing flesh of her pussy, drawing him warmly into the wetly sluicing depths of her "vee" ... he imagined his tongue to be his cock ... and suddenly there seemed to be no difference between the two bodily appendages.
"Ooooooooooh, yessssss, Glenn ... suck me, lick me ... I'm almost there...." she sputtered down at him.
Suddenly, her lush young body wrenched and her legs flung out high and wide on either side of him.
He burrowed his head down deeper, his tongue swirling madly into her hot whirlpool of flesh, his hands roughly kneading at the convex curves of her flexing and grinding buttocks. She shrieked wild obscene oaths at him, her young girl's voice suddenly becoming the deep animal cry of womanhood seeking its ultimate release.
"Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzuuuuuuuuzzz!! Cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming, Christ, lick my clit! I'm CUMMMMMMMMMING!"
Lucy felt her vaginal passage begin to contract and expand ... she shoved the flat plane of her abdomen close against his face, feeling his tongue ripple down into her excitedly throbbing cuntal opening like a laser-beam boring into the heat of her vagina. Her orgasm came in a torrent of gushing pleasure as the lewd ecstatic sensation sped through her belly and down into her thighs that were clamped in a death grip around her boyfriend's father's head. And then it was over ... the lights of the motel room seemed to bob up and down over her face. She felt Brown lift his head from between her legs and slide up next to her. He kissed her hard on her lips, leaving the heavy scent of her own sex on her mouth when he pulled away.
"Now it's my turn to give it to you, baby," he smiled with gloating anticipatory pleasure.
He rolled over on top of her without further delay, thrusting the head of his large stiff cock into position between her sweat-streaked thighs. Raising up on his arms over her, he groaned, and then smacked flat and hard against her full, still deeply heaving breasts. "Christ ... I believe I've changed my mind, too. I think I'd like to do it doggy style!" he said.
"Then get off, silly ... I'll get on my knees and you can fuck me from behind."
He pulled off her again and waited until she was nakedly crouched down on all fours, her smooth rounded buttocks pointing obscenely into the air and her hands and knees resting firmly on the thick white carpet. Brown slipped onto his knees and crawled up behind her, nestling his kneeling body between her tapering young thighs.
"Now, yes ... Glenn ,. . you don't know how much I've wanted someone to fuck me this way," she looked back at him momentarily.
Brown grabbed his massively hardened cock in one hand and began massaging the fleshy foreskin back and forth as he pressed gently in between her ass cheeks. The other hand cupped one softly fleshed side of her buttocks and then the other, squeezing and fondling them tenderly as though sampling succulent fruit at a market. He prodded into the closed half spheres with the moist rubbery head of his hotly throbbing cock, pushing in until the bulging head teased at her tiny puckered anus. He paused there for a moment, and then pressed forward. She sighed at the forcefully pressurizing contact at her nether opening ... then uplifted her ass higher so that the white moons fitted snugly around the head of his long thick penis.
"I'm gonna try fucking you in the ass," he muttered.
Lucy giggled salaciously at his lewd remark. She like Glenn Brown's blunt crude manner almost as much as she loved the feeling of his more than adequate length pressing against her virginal back passage. Still, she felt slightly anxious about having him do it to her this way. No man had ever put his penis in her behind, and she wondered if she would be able to take it. She could feel its enormous blunt thickness pressing assertively against her tiny opening, and a shudder of fear rippled for the first time down her spine. The sharp pressure of his steadily probing rod caused the muscles of her small helpless rectum to contract involuntarily.
"Open your legs a little wider, baby ... that way it won't hurt as much at first."
She complied quickly. Suddenly, there was a strange obscene sensation totally unlike the feeling of a cock slowly inserting into her vaginal passage ... it felt warm and thick, almost rubbery. And then there was pain. His cock felt ... enormous!
"Aaaaaarrrrrrrgh," she coughed, swerving her head to the side.
He thrust.
"Ooooooooooh," she shuddered helplessly and tried to crawl away from the relentless pressure.
Both his hands were tightly clasped to her buttocks now, pulling the cheeks wide to ease his entry. His thumbs pulled at the full white spheres, opening the crevice of her ass wider so that the lust-swollen tip was inserted up to the fleshiness of his thick foreskin. Reaching one hand down on the carpet and levering himself against her kneeling form, he pressed with his rock-hard cock straight into the tightly clenched orifice of her behind.
"Christ, you're tight," he moaned. Looking down he could see the tiny stretched anus slip over his throbbing cock-head like a rubber band. He grinned victoriously above her and thrust his swiveling hips hard down again, sinking the hotly throbbing shaft almost to the hilt. Lucy cried out with pain, the sound muffled instantly by her lips closing in mute expectation ... her naked young buttocks jerked and twisted under him ... Don't know whether she's enjoying it or not, Brown thought. She said she liked the idea of being fucked silly, and that's what she's getting! He knew it was new to her, and he gloated over the fact that he could show her a thing or two ... this girl who a short time earlier had flaunted her coed's sophistication in front of him. Now her body was bucking wildly in front of Brown, demonstrating in erotic detail that she'd never had a man skewer into her ass cheeks before, much less conceived of the possibility of having it done to her.
"Ahhhh, UG, UGGGGGG!" she gasped out her pitifully remaining strength and Brown's long thick penis slipped unimpeded to the hilt into the warm rubbery depths of her virginal rectum. She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete occupation of her impaled nether passage. It was utterly useless to resist further as each throb of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more pitiful dimensions.
"Glennnnnnn ... God, it hurts!" she cried and sputtered in the softness of the white carpet. "It hurts!"
"Damn ... Lucy, you feel good, you've got a tight little asshole!" he spat down at her.
In spite of his desire to begin screwing passionately into her at once, Brown paused for a long moment, permitting his son's girlfriend to adjust to the lewdly quivering length of his erection inside her nether passage. Then, he began a slow back and forth motion, taking several long smooth strokes, bringing an aching groan from her lips each time he burrowed his throbbing spear forward. One of his hands slid from her hips to her trembling belly, slipping up to the gently dancing half-moons of her breasts that shook with each searing stroke of his penis into the deep buttery depths of her rectum. He ran his fingers wildly over the dual spheres, squeezing harshly at her pebble-hard nipples, and massaging the soft resilient flesh in time to the slow careful motion of his cock strokes into her behind. Her inexperienced young body was still growing accustomed to its thick rigid presence, but he could feel her loosening up, her full firm buttocks rotating in a barely perceptible rhythm beneath him.
When his hand slid to her breasts and began tweaking at her nipples, Lucy abruptly felt a strange new sensation course through her churning belly and down into her thighs. It was mind-blowing, she thought, the way the older man asserted himself and turned suddenly aggressive. Her softly vibrating ass cheeks seemed to accept him as though they had waited through eternity for a cock to skewer hotly between ... now her own desire to be deflowered mentally and emotionally ... that desire which lies at the center of all woman's beings to be broken and plundered by a male ... was returning with each successive thrust of his sword-like penis. Secretly she, like many of her kind, had always wanted to be treated like a whore, but with Danny she couldn't realize those sordid ambitions. Now, although only involved in a covert mutual seduction with her boyfriend's father, that fantasy became tantalizingly real.
"Yesssss, fuck my asshole, screw my asshole," she hurled back with sudden vehemence at him.
There was still pain but it was strangely exciting, and she found herself thrusting and squirming wildly back to meet the brutal impalement. She began undulating her buttocks in vicious little circles, waving the full rounded cheeks of her ass lasciviously back at him as the rhythm of his pistoning strokes increased in tempo.
"Move that ass, baby ... yes, fuck up your ass so I can really screw you!" he shouted, turning his face to the side so that he could see her teeth bared in ecstatic disbelief, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of his strokes into her that carried the full strength of his rapidly plunging rod of flesh. Her long blue-black hair flowed wantonly over the carpet and periodically swirled in the air as with a particularly hard thrust she would grunt and flail her head from side to side.
Jesus ... Christ, she was really his now!
He felt an unveiled surge of contempt for his son, who'd been giving it to her for more than a year now. He'd show that younger generation a few tricks, he gloated to himself. A nd he wasn't through with the bitch yet ... not until he shot his hotly spurting semen into that white quivering belly ... not until he made her cum again more violently than she had before when he'd sucked her sweet glistening cunt.
"Ooooooooh, fuck it, fuci: my asshole with your prick, ram it ... screwwwwwwwww!" she moaned like a delirious maiden impaled by a Greek God's avenging sword, and he pressed forward, pulling the soft cheeks of her ass wide apart and just holding it there. He panted, trying to regain his breath for the final onslaught, worming the head of his penis only slightly inside the mouth-tight walls of her rectum. After the momentary rest, he lay into her slowly again, letting his muscular hairy legs mash against her own kneeling legs so that he could feel the soft contours of her buttocks and smooth resilient thighs fitting snugly next to his straining body. Her hand reached under her body now and was gently cradling his testicles, scraping her long fingernails over them teasingly and causing him to stiffen and lunge forward once more.
As he began to piston rapidly in and out of her splitting rear opening, she continued to cup the velvety hair-covered sac of his balls through her parted legs. Then she circled the hand down from them for a moment to touch her warmly throbbing clitoris. Suddenly, she lost her balance, and slipped forward so that she rested on her full firm breasts as though on a resiliently soft foam rubber pillow. The new position made her body appear obscenely misshapen, her sensuously swiveling buttocks pointing high in the air and her smooth back slanting at a forty-five degree angle to the floor. Pressed down with Brown still pummeling madly into her backside made the act of obscene anal intercourse seem even more depraved, and she mouthed lewd curses back at him, pleading for her boyfriend's father to do things to her with words like "cunt", "fuck" and "shit". She no longer controlled her own thoughts ... no longer even cared who was doing it to her as long as the deliriously palpitating cock continued its brutal ravishment of her wide-stretched rectum.
"God, Lucy, you feel fantastic. Move those ass-cheeks, honey, yes, fuck them back at Daddy real goooooood," his voice rasped as he increased the vigorous speed of his strokes.
The crazed older man began to ram into her anus with harder thrusts of his cock in doubled speed. Both hands now clenched at the soft white rounded buttocks as if they were resilient clay in his hands. He spread her ass cheeks wide apart and watched the full semen-bloated length of his hardness slide through the stretched whiteness of her behind like a snake burrowing into its hole. His penis felt as though it would burst. All along the ridges of his rapidly moving cock he could feel a tightly searing expansion that was intensified by the pressure of her warm clasping rectal walls against him. Below in his bobbing, cum-filled balls he could feel the surge building ... the urgency of the feeling was increased a thousandfold by the occasional rapturous stroke of her fingertips against the satin-softness of his testicles. And then it happened!
He began buffeting her forward with cruel earth-shattering plunges, sliding her naked young body across the carpet in an obscenely lewd series of squirming gyrations. He gave one last tremendous thrust, plunging his wildly ejaculating cock deeper yet into her nether orifice that was clamped like a rubbery sucking cunt around his pulsating hardness.
"Oooooh, Papa's cumming, cumming you bitch, oh yesss, fuck me back, screw that tight little ass a ... little ... bit ... further ... arrrrrgh!" he hurled spitefully at the wantonly writhing young girl kneeled so subserviently before him on the carpet, her tight little anus devouring the entire long length of his cock.
Lucy, beneath his pounding body, squirmed backward as she felt the immersing waves of hot liquid creaming into the depths of her rectum. It ran through her body like the shock waves of a great tidal eruption, smacking into her belly and rebounding around like a great licking tongue sunk deeply inside her. She squealed out her own climax, rearing back at the same time. Their cum mingled warmly together as she frantically twanged at her clitoris with her fingers. The gushing orgasmic fluid flooded down her thighs from her rectum and her drenched pussy onto the wide split crevice of her buttocks in a single stream of thick viscous cum down her wearily trembling thighs attesting to the animal joy of their unnatural coupling.
After a long moment of lying on top of Lucy's backside, Glenn slowly slid from her onto the soft thick carpet. His hand rested on one smooth shoulder-blade and his head pressed tenderly against her arm. "Man ... alive! You, baby, are something else!"
"UH-huhhhhhh," Lucy groaned.
"I'm almost too beat to get up," he said.
"I've got to get back to the dorm," she said in a sleepy voice.
"I thought we might spend the night."
"Really?"
He propped himself up on one elbow. "Why not...?"
CHAPTER EIGHT
It began snowing early Friday and continued to storm throughout the afternoon. By evening the streets of the university town were icy with a six inch layer of snow and sleet. June Olson felt exhilarated by the first blizzard of the season. It brought back memories of winters when she was a child on the family farm in Minnesota. From her window the gold dome of the old state capital appeared decorated with gleaming wedding-cake icing. The trees on the campus mall and shrubbery lining the walks around the administrative offices were a fluffy cotton white. Snow spiraled against the dorm window, eddying thickly into the eaves of the building in dancing flakes, forming dizzying patterns of white below in the parking lot and against the lawn in front of Magnolia Hall.
At eight o'clock June received a call from Bruce saying he'd been delayed because of a car accident outside his fraternity, apparently, a frat alumnus had smashed his car into the Upsilon gate. Fortunately, a snow drift had cushioned the crash. Now Bruce and his brothers were in the midst of sobering up the gentleman.
There was a pause at Bruce's end of the line, and then he said: "Baby ... remember, when you get here, there's going to be two parties. You stay upstairs and everything'll be okay."
June hung up and poured herself a glass of wine from the bottle her boyfriend had left in the dorm. She wondered if Bruce had been drinking before he called. His words were slurred; the laughter in the background sounded drunken and boisterous. Outside the snow continued to fall. She heard loud music coming from her suite-mate's room. Then Lucy's voice floated through the bathroom, echoing the intoxicated laughter that had come moments before over the phone.
"Danny called," the curvaceous brunette said, stepping into June's room. "Did you hear about the accident?"
June nodded. "I've just made myself a drink ... care to have some wine?"
"That's hardly what I call having a drink, honey," Lucy shook her head. She turned slowly around on the carpet in front of the mirror, admiring her voluptuous figure clothed in a short almost obscenely tight white dress. "You might hold off on the booze til later, June dear. It's going to be a long evening."
"I don't understand this business of alumnae coming to the party," the blonde looked across the room at Lucy.
"It's just one of those flings. The old fellows get nostalgic for college days, and they let off a little steam at no-one's expense. But I suggest you keep cool at the party. There'll be a lot of influential people there. If you're smart, you'll be sweet and cooperative."
Confused, June was just about to ask Lucy what was meant by what she'd just said, when the phone rang and the desk informed her that Bruce was waiting downstairs in the lobby. She turned to Lucy. Something seemed not quite right, but she was unsure exactly what it was. "I wonder what they expect me to do tonight," she said to her suite-mate. "Bruce sounded odd on the phone before. You don't suppose something's wrong?"
Lucy's body swayed slightly. She smiled and faced June from the full-length mirror. "You just make sure you have a good time. If there's any problem, I'll be there to give you a hand."
Descending in the elevator moments later, June tried to recall the feelings of excitement and expectation she'd had when she first came to college, less than four months ago. It seemed almost impossible so much could change in so short a time. She had lost her virginity, was almost placed on the probation ... but what was more dramatic were the changes that had taken place within herself. On the surface life hadn't taken a turn spectacularly for the worst; yet she had the ominous feeling that with her loss of innocence she'd entered a world that was no longer as simple as the one she'd left behind in her childhood.
Bruce stood at the lobby door and smiled as she emerged from the elevator. For a flickering second, he looked strange. She could smell the alcohol on his breath when he kissed her.
"Jee-zus!" he howled after they reached his VW and he revved up the engine. "Half the guys are plastered already! Stevie King's old man is okay, though. It would have been a massacre if it wasn't for the snow drift."
The snow-covered streets of the town were deserted. A fine powdery curtain of white continued to fall against the windshield, enveloping the car that drove slowly across University Bridge and down past the fraternity houses along the river.
"I got lot's to do ... I've been voted barkeep for the evening ... so you won't see too much of me," Bruce said with an air of preoccupation when they got out of his car. "Just make yourself at home with the guys ... some of the alumnae get obnoxious after a few drinks. But they've got a lot of pull at the university, and it wouldn't hurt to butter them up."
June felt a blast of hot air and cigarette smoke against her face the moment Bruce led her into the dimly lit front room. Some couples were dancing in the long entryway, and she recognized a few faces as he escorted her into the high-ceilinged living room. There were older men standing by the fireplace chatting with sisters from the sorority she intended to join. A rock-band played in the small alcove in front of the kitchen, and more couples danced on the thickly carpeted floor by the musicians.
Bruce took her coat and excused himself. After a moment she saw him appear again and move down the corridor behind the cloak room to the bar in the back of the house. June felt suddenly ill-at-ease ... but she supposed it was good for her to make her way on her own for the evening. She hardly knew what to do in social situations without his company.
"Todd Evans' the name," a short stocky older man appeared quite suddenly beside her. "Class of Forty-Eight...."
"I-I'm glad to meet you," June stuttered. Evans' face glowed radiantly from alcohol. His large red nose competed with the plaid of his sports jacket in welcoming-in the holiday season.
"Don't look now, honey, but you're about to be molested," he said, and planted a moist kiss on her lips.
She jerked back. Evans' hands suddenly seized her by the smallness of her waist and whirled her around.
"Look ... mistletoe!" he cried, pointing above their heads to the green sprig hanging from the ceiling. She giggled in spite of herself! The jolly Santa Clausish man put her at ease and broke the tension that had been building since she entered the frat house. Evans spun around crazily, then staggered away. June dropped down on the couch, weak with relief, and then saw Evans coming around the couch again ... he carried a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.
"Time for a drink with me!" he fell down on the arm rest beside her. "I've been looking for a girl like you all my life ... at least all night! I can't get rid of your image! Your blonde hair is driving me crazy ... I'm coo-coo with your beauty!"
June stood up and felt her face reddening. Evans' eyes bobbled as he tried to focus in on the firm mounds of her breasts. He was funny, June thought, but he was also terribly drunk. She was afraid she might not be able to get rid of the man if she put up with his antics much longer.
"Is Dad giving you a hard time?" a short spectacled boy, a dead ringer for the older man, announced from behind Evans.
"Larry!" Evans sprung up, taking the boy by the arms and shaking him. "I haven't had such a ball since the reunion of Fifty-Eight when Stevie Kings' ol' man fell off the front porch!"
June giggled again as the father-and-son navigated drunkenly across the crowded room. She became aware of faces turned questioningly towards her. Laura Post with a tall middle-aged man standing by the fireplace yawned and then turned back to her conversation ... on the far side of the room she saw Lucy with Danny's father, who was also alumnae of the fraternity ... but June was too distracted to pay them attention. She was somewhat embarrassed by the scene Evans had made with her ... but it was funny and she couldn't blame them for finding it amusing too!
"I wouldn't let Dad bother you," she heard a deep voice, and then noticed a red-haired man standing at her left. "He's like this every year. Actually Evans' quite an even-keeled guy. Outside these shindigs he hardly touches a drop. He owns controlling stock in Lawrence Steel. Throws a helluva lot of weight around the university too."
The man sat down on the couch next to June. She wondered if Evans and this gentleman weren't the kind of people Lucy had told her to be nice to earlier ... suddenly she felt desperately nervous, not having a thing in the world she could think to say!
"You have to know how to handle us older fellas," the man laughed hoarsely, offering her a cigarette. "We don't mean to be any trouble."
"I was actually enjoying Mr. Evans' company," she let him light her cigarette. "So many of these parties are just dull ordeals. It was refreshing to meet somebody as uninhibited as he was!"
He patted her shoulder and then pressed his knee against hers. "Kids don't have as much fun as they used to. But I suppose that's what every older generation says about the youngsters. Everybody's so goddamn serious and socially-conscious these days! They're serious about the war ... but there's a time when you've gotta forget that mess and have a ball."
June nodded attentively. She still couldn't remember where she'd seen the handsome red-haired man ... he reminded her of someone in Bruce's fraternity, but she was unable to place the likeness among any of her boyfriend's frat brothers.
"My son, George," he said, reading June's thoughts, "went to one of those protest marches last fall ... his mother had a conniption fit, but me ... I don't hold a grudge against the kids. I just wish they'd have enough sense not to stand up to the cops. The way to voice a protest is through the ballot box, not by getting clobbered by the state police."
"You're a lot more liberal than most parents," June thought of her politically conservative family in Minnesota.
"We had our kooks in my day. We swallowed goldfish. Tried to see how many kids we could fit inside a phone booth rather than storming the barricades. George says his generation is more mature than ours was. Sometimes, when I remember back to my college days, I believe he's right!"
"Are you George Armstrong's father?" June pulled her knee away, but his hand still followed.
The man smiled. Jack Armstrong ... and you're June Olson. I can't lie. I asked who you were before we met ... I guess I'm like Tod Evans at heart. Can't resist talking to an attractive young girl."
June felt Armstrong's eyes coursing over the curves of her body that were almost too unconcealed through the tight fitted fabric of her sweater-dress. She had heard from Lucy that Armstrong was friendly with Danny's father, and she was curious whether he was as much a play-boy as Glenn Brown.
"I'll get some drinks," he said, rising from the couch, "don't let Tod Evans steal my seat; I've got something that might interest you."
June nodded vaguely ... She was about to excuse herself to look for Bruce, but it would be rude to leave while Armstrong was gone. She liked meeting new people, especially some older men for a change ... it was refreshing, as she'd told Jack, to have the chance to mix with people who weren't concerned with their social standing in the sororities and fraternities at the State University. Still ... there was something salesman-like if he wasn't one of those men who just might be able to help her out with the probation problem ... if that was the case, it wouldn't be a bad idea to put on her best air. She laughed to herself when she thought of trying to be sociable with George's father. It seemed so awkward and silly ... and yet Jack's way of talking to her didn't seem paternal at all. The way he'd been looking at her had been almost sexual, in fact, and that was what made her tense right now. It was the things that were left unsaid, the veiled looks and the slight touches that made her tense ... and then there was the matter of the party Bruce had mentioned going on downstairs.
Her eyes swept the floor for familiar faces and she glimpsed at Lucy and Glenn Brown dancing at the far side of the room. She didn't see Danny around ... God, I hope he doesn't see them, the thought raced through her mind. Lucy and the brunette's father-in-law-to-be were standing very close ... Brown's hands were cupping Lucy's full rounded buttocks tightly, drawing her pelvis to his loins and moving rhythmically in time to the music. There was something supremely sexual about the two of them, June thought; it was as though the match of youth and maturity, and the element of infidelity with Lucy's boyfriend's father made all their gestures more salacious than they actually were. Her suite-mate certainly had nerve to display herself so brazenly in front of the rest of the fraternity, June thought. It was one thing to have an affair, and quite another to flaunt it ... but looking around she saw other couples embracing just as obscenely close as her girlfriend and Brown. The throbbing sound of the bass-guitar underscored the grinding of hips and thighs on one another ... the eerie wail of the saxophone and lead-guitar in close harmony played sensuously over the swaying bodies.
Watching them now, June felt unhappily and understandably alone. She didn't realize it at the time, but Bruce had been inconsiderate when he'd left her earlier. For a moment, she was tempted to pick up George Armstrong's father ... not to do anything serious, but to make her boyfriend jealous by showing some independence.
"Jesus ... they're really going at it tonight," Armstrong said, having returned with the drinks unnoticed.
"I feel silly watching them making out like this," June said, drawing on the scotch he gave her. "It reminds me of high school parties when kids would show off by letting the others know how far they could go ... I always suspected they'd necked more in public than when they were alone!"
"I had something I wanted to tell you," Armstrong's voice went up a register. "I've been advised of your circumstances ... someone close to the Dean of Students told me about your pending probation. I wanted to let you know I can help you out. That is, if you want some assistance."
"I don't know what to say." June felt suddenly surprised although she'd expected the subject to be brought up sometime during the evening. "It would be wonderful if you could tell me how to get out of it. That evening was really a silly mistake on my part ... it wasn't my fault, but I don't suppose that matters. But my parents simply can't know about what happened. It would kill my father. They're very religious, principled people...."
"I know the type," Armstrong frowned. "Good Mid-West folks ... but still a little behind the times."
"I really respect them for what they've done for me. But there are some things we just can't communicate about," June said.
"So you think it's better your mom and dad don't get wind of what happened."
"I'm absolutely certain my father would drag me out of school if he heard I was on probation," she sipped on the remainder of her drink."
"Well," Armstrong said in a confident voice. "I'll see what I can do ... Coming from this town, I know the folks who've got pull. It doesn't take much to change their minds. Of course, it would be nice to have your company for the evening," he laughed, and patted her affectionately on the knee again. "I think I might get a better idea what kind of person you are ... have something to say for you, although I'm already genuinely impressed!"
June forced herself to laugh. She was happy about George's father's offer to help with the probation affair ... but she wanted to inquire how he'd been aware of her situation, how Jack Armstrong even knew who she was! Then she realized that doubtless all the alumnae were in on it. Word got around rapidly in fraternity circles; it was a small, gossipy world where one couldn't keep a secret too long.
Armstrong excused himself to get more drinks, leaving June to ponder over their conversation. He seemed pleasant enough and she didn't see any reason to doubt that he would try to help her. Obviously, the man wanted her companionship for the evening. If that was all it took for her to scrape through the probation affair without her parents hearing about it, she saw no reason not to do it. If Armstrong got intimate with her she could always have Bruce take her home ... and then the thought of her boyfriend seeing her with George Armstrong's father sent a tingle of evil anticipation through her young body. She saw Jack saying something to a woman by the fireplace, then he was coming towards her.
"The word is the party's really getting wild downstairs," he said, handing her a glass of scotch. He smiled down at her, and Jane stood up as Lucy and Glenn Brown came up beside Armstrong.
"Having a good time? I'm glad you met Jack ... he's just a wonderful guy," Lucy smiled coquettishly.
"We were just talking about the swingers downstairs in the playroom," Armstrong flashed a pair of gleaming white teeth at Lucy.
"It wasn't like this during our college days," Brown looked from Lucy to take in Jane's attractively girlish body.
"We had some pretty wild times too ... Glenn, can't you remember the parties we used to have at the old frat house? The night you got drunk and ended up out in the back yard with Jeannie Mounte ... the old boy was really going to it ... finally we had to come out and tell him his girlfriend was looking for him," Armstrong laughed.
"That was the first of a series of misadventures that led to marriage and finally divorce," Brown said cynically.
"I hate to interrupt this trip down memory-lane, but just what is going on downstairs?" Lucy said impatiently.
"You don't tell me you haven't any idea?" Armstrong smiled knowingly.
"Not the slightest...." Lucy feigned innocence. "The boys told me it was going to be some kind of stag party! They're probably showing blue movies and getting plastered ... but I have to admit my curiosity is getting the better of me!"
"I'd rather stay up here," June said. "What I don't know is not going to hurt me."
"Look at Miss Purity over here," Lucy scowled drunkenly. "You'd think she was a representative of the D.A.R. Wake up honey ... this isn't Wawona Falls, Minnesota!"
"You're not going to get anywhere trying to force her to go down ... she's got to want to do it," Jack defended, giving Lucy a sharp reprimanding look.
June suddenly felt a pang of anger mingled with embarrassment at the way her girlfriend had addressed her. She was no child, and she wished Lucy would stop treating her that way. If she wanted to see what was happening at the other party in the basement, she would do so at her own volition. She just couldn't stand being betrayed by Lucy like this. It made her feel awkward refusing to go along with the rest of them. "If it's all the same with you, I'll stay up here. I'm supposed to meet Bruce later. I don't think he'd approve of it."
'Apparently anything goes at these things,' Armstrong rested his hand lightly on June's shoulder. "But with a couple of older gents like us, you couldn't get into much trouble."
"Oh, c'mon June ... I'm sorry if I was bitchy with you," Lucy snuggled close to Brown. "It's just that I don't like going down alone ... that is without some female support."
June sensed her resistance weakening. "No. I couldn't. I couldn't do a thing like that."
Armstrong squinted one eye and frowned down at her. "Are you going to ruin everybody's fun? We're all as curious as you are ... and with Steve and me along, I can assure you nothing will happen."
June's throat went dry. She tried to think of something to defend herself with, but nothing came.
"While you're talking it over, I'll get us some more drinks," Brown disappeared towards the bar.
"I've never seen anything that would even come close to being called an orgy," Lucy looked suggestively at the tall lean frame of Jack Armstrong.
"Jesus ... don't ask me!" Armstrong looked sheepish. "But I wouldn't mind finding out!"
"June ... I do think the fellow is putting us on," Lucy giggled, raising her hand to her lips to conceal how pleased she was with June's "date" for the evening.
Brown appeared again with a tray of Scotches. The two couples drank and talked awhile, the conversation centering around June's reluctance to accompany them downstairs. The drinks she'd consumed during the past hour began to go to June's head. She never had been much of a drinker, and the alcohol produced a warm, dizzying sensation in her that she had to admit was quite pleasant. Gradually, as the talk became bolder, and as she began to feel more and more like a burden to Lucy and the two older men, she sensed her will weakening.
"All right," she smiled after a moment of pained silence. "I'll go on one condition. That we just watch. No funny business."
"Okay with me," Armstrong gave her a dazzling smile.
"And that Lucy and Glenn stay with us," turning to her suite mate and Danny's father with a smile.
"You're just great, June ... you don't know how much I appreciate this," Lucy kissed her warmly on the cheek just before the two couples made their way across the carpeted room to the stairwell leading to the basement.
In spite of herself, June felt a thrill of forbidden excitement as they walked through the living room toward the playroom where she knew lewd, illicit things must be going on. As with any human, there is something exciting knowing you are about to do something forbidden. She didn't know what to expect as they went down the dark stairs-Armstrong taking her hand and guiding her. Her first reaction was one of shock. The room was dark except for a spotlight coming out of the ceiling where she could see a man standing by a mattress over a young woman. They were both naked, and the man's penis was rigidly erect.
She had to take her eyes from them as they threaded their way through the people gathered to watch toward a couch that was along the wall.
"I-I didn't realize they'd be doing something like that," June tried to regain her mental balance as Armstrong led her along. He escorted her to the couch where Lucy and Danny's father had already seated themselves. It was long and big enough for them all to sit on. No sooner were they stretched out comfortably side by side when Lucy whirled on Glenn Brown and kissed him full on the mouth, grinding her body licentiously into his.
June felt her. breath coming quickly, and her heart began pounding with incredible force inside her chest. She looked around the room ... none of the frat boys were present. It was all young girls, many of whom she recognized, and the older alumnae ... all locked in various lewd positions of petting ... while the show continued in the center of the room. How can people let themselves do such things, she pondered confusedly ... even if Bruce wasn't around I couldn't bring myself to the point of total recklessness they must feel!
"Let me kiss you," she heard Armstrong say, and then she felt his hands pressing tenderly against the small of her back.
June didn't pull away at the moment of contact but let her mouth open as his tongue splurged through her wetly parted lips. It was warm ... not aggressively teasing as she thought it might be ... and her own tongue thrust back at him, playing tenderly against his lips and the tip of his moist tongue. The slight pressure of his hands sliding up her back frightened her at first ... but then she let herself fall gently against Jack Armstrong, knowing at the same time that a moment of decision had arrived....
She let her anxious thoughts drift pleasantly away. Then, Armstrong, still holding her tenderly, pulled back so that they could watch for the moment the other couples surrounding them. Quickly, both their sets of eyes were drawn to the male and female in the center of the room on a mattress beneath the spot light. The girl was lovely and her eyes had a glazed, unfocused look. June didn't recognize her ... the more she thought about it, she was sure she'd never seen her. The girl was sweating and her hair was disheveled. Then June gasped and stiffened. Oh, my God! My God! she thought.
People were straining closer to see around the mattress as the man crouched below the young girl's nakedly reclining body and ran his tongue up and down the exposed hair-lined slit of her young pussy! The girl lay with her arms at her sides as the man continued to flick his tongue up and down the moistly glistening lips of her cunt ... suddenly, he stood up. The excited couples of older men and young women standing by moved slightly back. The man seized the girl by the shoulders, spun her around and said, "On your knees!"
The girl dropped to her knees without a word, facing away from him. With both hands on her shoulders, he pushed her forward and she fell, her face, neck and shoulders on the mattress, her full, firm buttocks waving high in the air, exposed for everyone to see. "Spread those legs," the man commanded.
June suddenly found herself leaning forward on the couch, her breath coming fast. She couldn't believe that she was actually watching the girl's genitals completely exposed ... it was as though the wildest thing she could possibly imagine had already been surpassed by what was happening on the mattress. June had never seen a girl on her knees like that ... as though she were an animal! The man commanded the girl to rotate her smooth, white buttocks in the air, and she complied instantly, obediently grinding and squirming her rounded ass cheeks with all her might. Instead of being embarrassed and humiliated, the girl seemed to be enjoying it. She had her face turned toward the couch June was seated on and a dazed smile of bliss was on her face, her eyes closed.
"Oooooh, I like you touching my nipple like that," she heard Lucy Harper's voice drift hoarsely over from next to her. Her face flushed in embarrassment, and she couldn't help turning her head to see what they were doing out of the corner of her eye.
To her amazement, Danny's father had his hand inserted down in front of the girl's dress ... Glenn was gently massaging Lucy's breasts, and the girl had her head back on his shoulder with her mouth laxly open, a rapturous expression on her face.
"They're really going at it ... does it turn you on to see your girl friend getting a feel in front of you?" Armstrong whispered into her ear.
"Don't say that ... please don't talk like that," she said, her voice rising in confusion.
June felt the drinks she'd consumed earlier going to her head. The room whirled in front of her, the spot light over the couple on the center mattress spinning kaleidoscopically. Jack Armstrong pulled June closer, letting his hand dangle gently over her shoulder. In her moment of dizziness, she didn't resist. His fingers brushed softly against the tip of her breast. He was growing more confident by the second, and the lewd, obscene things he would do to her once she had reached a stage of helpless submission was communicated telepathically into June's mind ... no! She couldn't ... let him ... touch her! Not ... now! Bruce might ... making sure she wouldn't pull away ... but knowing she couldn't, she thought despondently. She recalled their conversation earlier concerning her pending probation ... and realized with an unusual burst of cynicism that Armstrong expected something in return for his assistance ... There was hardly anything she could say about that now without making a real scene. It was, after all, her own fault for willingly accompanying the older man down here.
Armstrong moved his hand down outside her dress and then lifted it again and inserted it between the low cut opening between her breasts, gradually sliding his palm down over her gently rising mounds until his fingers rested against her brassiere. June wrenched forward, but his arm around her waist held her back. Her body stiffened again ... and then fell weakly against him. His hand moved assertively now beneath the cupping nylon to squeeze the softness of one resiliently firm breast, trapping the tiny nipple gently between thumb and forefinger.
June knew Lucy was there and that he couldn't go further without forcing her. Besides, it felt good as the nipple stiffened and swelled under his softly tweaking fingers. She squirmed her suddenly tingling buttocks into the seat, feeling the cushion beneath pressing deeper into her wet crevice. She was surprised to feel her panties soaked ... it must have happened during the last few minutes, she thought ... and she squeezed her thighs together to hold down the warmly reverberating sensation beginning to grow there. She was on precarious ground now! Even Lucy's presence couldn't help things at this point. She feared looking at her girl friend knowing that the evil fascination of Lucy responding to Glenn Brown's probing fingers would only confuse and excite her more. She pushed down again, the cushion edge forcing the leg bands of her panties deeper into the split of her warmly moistening pussy.
June looked back at the young girl kneeling on the center mattress. She was nakedly undulating her buttocks furiously now, her body glistening with sweat, her face contorted into an obvious show of unbridled lust. With a loud grunt, the naked man behind her dropped to his haunches and glared at the smoothly rotating ass cheeks for a moment. Then he seized the slippery writhing buttocks with both hands and plunged his long, blood-gorged cock deep into her vagina, bringing a loud shriek of pleasure from the girl's moistly parting lips.
For a moment June was shocked. The girl's body began to buck and quiver, her ripe young breasts jiggling salaciously against the mattress as her roundly curving buttocks slid up to meet the man's pummeling thrusts through her backside into her glistening, hair-lined cunt. That's what it must be like, June thought, to be completely ravished. It was an act of total self-subjugation, where the girl became nothing more than a slave to the depraved and obscene desire of the man who plunged with greater force and strength into her. It was different than being made love to in the normal way. Here ... there were no holds barred. She was like a bitch in heat! The girl had to do exactly as he wished and could exercise no volition save for her will to satisfy the man who thrust brutally inside her.
June ground her thighs and buttocks with greater pressure into the cushion beneath her.
Armstrong's hand massaging her breast, steadily squeezing and tweaking at her spiked out nipples, sent a tingle of wanton pleasure into the depths of her warmly moistening cunt. She felt his free hand drop to her thighs and then begin climbing slowly up beneath her dress, and involuntarily she ground her hips up at him ... she couldn't! She just had ... had to stop! She tried to close her legs, but his fingers gripped her softly trembling white thighs wedging them wider apart. And then, with an uncanny homing instinct, his hand darted to the silken covered mound of her hotly throbbing pussy ... she felt an uncomfortable but strangely pleasurable sensation race through her loins, and she willessly tilted her pelvis toward Armstrong's hand.
I must get out of here, she thought with desperation, just staying here confirms that I approve of what's going on!
And yet the feeling of one of Armstrong's hands cupping and massaging tantalizingly at her breasts while the other played over the nylon clothed softness of her pussy encouraged her to wait another pleasure-filled minute. She found herself beginning a little moaning in her throat along with the girl who was being ravished dog-fashion by the man on the center mattress. A wild thought bolted through her mind, and she quickly dismissed it. For a split second, she wished she was the girl being fucked into on the mattress, and she sat forward on the couch and crossed her legs and squeezed her buttocks and thighs tightly together ... but again, Jack's hand wedged her legs apart. She labored against his fingers pressing in against her panties, but as she moved, she felt his hand move with her.
"Let me touch you inside your panties," Armstrong said, "You know everyone's doing it ... "
"N-no ... even if I wanted to, I can't-Bruce might come down and see us," she discovered herself feebly protesting.
As she thought of Bruce tending bar upstairs, she felt her dress suddenly rising from between her legs. She lifted inadvertently as a fingernail scratched the softness of her thigh and the dress slid upward more rapidly. A moment before, his hand had just rested over her mound, moving only slightly, but now Jack had made his decisive move. She didn't want to scream ... that would call Lucy and Glenn's attention to her and would be worse than having Jack probing salaciously at her excited genitals. As her dress fluttered over her ripely curving thighs, Armstrong's hand on her breast dropped to grab the hem of her skirt while the other hand began worming persistently between the leg band of her panties. A gush of shame washed over her at the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcoming her desire to resist. One hand snaked beneath her dress, pulling it higher, higher still! While an outstretched finger pushed under the elastic leg band and wormed slowly into the moist walls of her pussy, she squirmed under its lewdly tantalizing touch, holding her breath for fear some telltale sound might escape her lips. She shook violently, her whole body quivering until her skewered-into vagina became accustomed to the forcefully invading finger. Her own hand went limp against his thigh, and her legs parted, permitting his fingers to thrust farther into the wetly clasping walls of her cunt.
"Now ... that wasn't so goddamn terrible ... was it?" he whispered as he twirled his finger around inside the moistly dilating walls, probing secretly up into her almost-virginal vaginal entry.
June heard a giggle come from Lucy with Brown on the couch beside them. And then there was a lewd groan from the brunette.
"Jesus! Lucy's sucking him ... look," Jack whispered with a heavy breath.
The young blonde turned slightly, unable to stop herself, and got a sudden clear view through the darkness of Lucy's head bobbing up and down over her boyfriend's father's lap, her lips sucking tightly in an oval circle around his erected penis. It stood hard and rigid through the open zipper of his fly, slight tufts of pubic hair protruding around the edge of the thick base.
"Oh, God...." June groaned, turning from Armstrong and then burying her face tightly in his shoulder, "it's awful."
June hadn't expected Lucy to do this. Kissing, yes, but not this right out in front of everyone's eyes. A moment ago, she'd thought she would be able to contain herself or at least restrain herself under these circumstances, but now obviously she saw she just couldn't! Wet sucking sounds punctuated intermittently by soft mewls of pleasure came from between Lucy's hungrily sucking lips. She heard a slight smack as Lucy lowered her head completely, her mouth slapping against the base of his thick cock and the pubic hair surrounding it.
Suddenly, the room seemed over-filled with lewd, obscene noises ... June's eyes drifted to the man and woman engaged in the animal-like coupling beneath the spot light ... With a roar, the man stiffened and came like a ravaging ape into the girl's hotly milking cunt, his face contorted with rage and desire, his body spastic as he came again and again with the girl under him moaning in despair and screaming, "Wait, not yet! Oh God! I haven't cum ... not yettt!" The girl thrust her buttocks higher still, trying to keep the man's rapidly deflating cock inside her ravaged vagina.
Then June heard Lucy groan ... echoing her own thoughts. Everyone seemed to be intensely involved in what the girl would do next Armstrong's fingers continued to swirl erotically deeper inside her hotly throbbing cunt as though in counterpoint to the depraved scene on the center mattress, and her own heart pounded in a passion-driven rhythm that practically sent June through the ceiling!
The man lurched off the mattress out of the spot light, and for a moment there was silence with the girl swaying nakedly from side to side. Then he was replaced by another man!
At the same time Jack Armstrong's extended finger pushed deeper inside June's hotly palpitating vagina. June felt like running and staying at short, infinitesimal intervals, but knew in her heart she couldn't rise even if she tried. She had trouble controlling herself as the finger pushed in deeper all the way to the second knuckle, and she began to rub her panty-clad secret parts on the cushions to still the feelings rushing through her warmly throbbing cuntal lips ... and wanting to thrust Jack's finger out of her ... but the motion only served to stimulate her more! Armstrong lifted her dress up completely with his free hand until it bunched up over her loins ... then a rush of warm air flooded across her partially naked cunt. He shifted his hand and began slowly pulling down her panties to expose her soft-down pussy completely.
June dug her ass-cheeks into the couch, trying to resist, but something seemed to gush and burst inside her ... she lifted up a tiny bit, letting the nylon underwear pull softly down below her buttocks. And then they were snugly wrapped on her thighs, and her blonde cuntal mound open to the gaze of anyone who cared to see her!
Now it was impossible for her to leave! Sudden fears of Bruce coming down from the bar upstairs raced through her tortured mind. Yet, she didn't want the pleasurable electric sensations to stop playing deliriously through her young cunt. Her only hope was that her boyfriend was too involved with bartending to have an opportunity to visit the party going on in the playroom ... If he did come down, everything would be finished!
Another deep animal-like groan erupted from Lucy, jerking June's attention from her struggle with Armstrong to the couple occupying the couch beside them. June tried to see what her suite-mate was doing, if only for some assurance that she wasn't deserting her at this ominous moment.
The brunette now was straddling her boyfriend's father, the round whiteness of her buttocks poised directly over the hardness of his long, thick cock. She was reaching down underneath her body with her hand and slowly guiding him into her. June held her breath as she saw the red, bulbous head of Brown's cock make contact with the moist flanges of Lucy's cunt ... A queasy feeling flooded through June's body. That is how it looks, she thought, her memory of the lewd coupling on the center mattress moments before fusing with the present image of Lucy's obscene act, that's how it goes in ... pushing in through the lips of your pussy and making a small opening so much larger! She marveled over how the cock seemed to fit so snugly ... a shudder of wanton anticipation rocked voluptuously through, her young body when she realized it was her own girl friend who was moving Brown's penis up and down the wetly glistening slit, parting the soft pubic hair, and then with an obscene "aaaah," churned her buttocks softly down on it.
June's eyes were wide with disbelief ... Danny's father's rapidly throbbing rod of flesh slid slowly up into the wetly clasping lips of Lucy's pussy, making a moist sluicing noise as it wormed forward. The brunette could undulate her buttocks down all the way until all June could make out was a small, tiny whiteness of the base of his organ showing from the pink fleshy lips surrounding it. June wanted to scream, but a weird tranquilizing feeling crept hypnotically over her body. She lay immobile beside Armstrong and watched helplessly as Lucy began a slow sensuous up and down and side to side movement with her ass-cheeks rising gradually in the air above Glenn until just the tip of his blood-filled shaft was left inside the warmly enclosing sheath of flesh.
"Yess, Glenn, that feels so gooood, I love your cock, yesss, fuck me, screw your prick into my pussy," Lucy purred obscenely.
June stiffened as she felt Armstrong's hand drag hers to the top of his thigh. She permitted her hand to be directed to his slacks, letting it rest on the rigidly bulging protuberance of his cock. Involuntarily, her fingers clenched around it and began to jerk up and down. She could feel it pulse and subside, pulse and subside, as she curled her fingers around its heated thickness. It beat in the palm of her hand like a heart.
"God, I shouldn't be doing this," she said in her sexy, hoarse voice, "I just have to stop," she removed her hand.
"Why not?" Armstrong said roughly. "Besides the fact that it feels good ... for me and you both ... you really don't have a choice," he whispered as though he meant it.
June clenched her eyes shut, knowing that any argument she might present herself with would be a rationalization for complying with Jack's demand. And then, as though instructed by some malevolent force, her hand slid back almost eagerly to the jutting cock throbbing beneath his straining slacks.
"Undo the fly ... zip it down," he commanded harshly.
Again he thrust his fingers deep into her warmly palpitating vaginal passage, and she uttered a helpless groan into his ear that was choked off by the sudden pressure of his lips over her own. His tongue flicked passionately into the warm moist cavern of her mouth, causing her heatedly aroused body to squirm down against the seat in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of lust pouring over her.
"Look ... Lucy's really letting Glenn fuck her," Armstrong groaned, "Why don't you just unzip Daddy's fly ... and let me do the same?"
Suddenly, without knowing she was doing it she pulled down his fly, feeling the immediate pressure of his hotly throbbing cock through the shorts he was wearing against the palm of her hand. Her hips suddenly rotated involuntarily in a strong rhythm in time to the light teasing of his fingers fucking in and out of her vagina. Her finger plucked the shaft of his enormous cock from the opening of his shorts, and she felt the hot, rigid underside slip out. Immediately, she cupped its gigantic width between her fingers and began gently jerking up and down on the fleshy foreskin, feeling a drop of his male lubricant pop out and moisten her palm. God! It felt just like Bruce's, only longer. Did they all feel so warm, so vitally alive-so hard and beautiful?
"That's it, June, jerk me! Squeeze my cock!" Armstrong moaned. "Christ ... milk my prick with your fingers!"
June never knew a cock could be as big as Jack's! It was absolutely monstrous ... about ten inches long and two inches thick-she could barely get her fingers around it. The thought of having the monolithic rod thrust inside of her near-virginal cunt set tiny goose bumps crawling over her flesh. A woman just couldn't take it! It was impossibly large!
As she continued to jerk slowly back and forth on Armstrong's giant pole of flesh, she heard Lucy moan from beside her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her girl friend seated atop Brown, her nakedly exposed buttocks swirling over his cock that rammed into the spasmodically enlarging and contracting hole of her cunt. Seeing them doing it like that sent a strange animal urge through June's young body to do the same. Oh God! What was happening to her. She'd never felt like this before ... so hungry for a man, so wanton! Seated as closely as they were on the couch next to Lucy and Brown, the calves of Glenn's legs pressed inadvertently against June's thighs, it was almost as if they were a foursome. His legs jiggled against her with each downward thrust of Lucy over him, and June found herself jerking up her pelvis with each "thump" of the couch cushions that shook the two couples.
"Let me fuck you," Armstrong suddenly hissed into June's ear."
"No, you can't. We mustn't. Bruce ... might!"
"Fuck Bruce ... he's just a little boy ... let me show you what it's like to have a real man doing it to you!"
"I can't...." she heaved, feeling the delicious sensation in one hand plunging smoothly into her cunt while the other rubbed salaciously at the tiny bud of her clitoris. "Everyone will see us!" And while she was saying this, her hand kept stroking up and down on his massively heated cock while a part of her shamelessly aroused mind shouted, "Convince me. Make me do it! Force me!"
"June!" she heard Lucy's excited voice. "Let Jack fuck you! Go on, honey! It can't hurt!"
Unconsciously, June began jerking harder on Jack's sperm-bloated cock. A moment of indecision left her awe-struck, and she tried to kill time by playing with Armstrong's cock, massaging the thick foreskin tantalizingly back and forth while her other hand snaked down to fondle softly the swollen sac of his sperm-filled balls. She thought she could make him cum this way, by steadily jerking him to climax and escaping her threatened ravishment, but Armstrong seemed to sense the ruse.
"Get down on the floor ... down to one of those mattresses," he commanded, standing up and showing the profile of his magnificent erection to all in the room.
Before she could rise up, Armstrong reached down and pulled her panties from her thighs, dragging them harshly from her legs and tossing them on the floor beyond the couch. She tried to push her dress over her exposed naked pussy, but Armstrong seized her up from the couch ... she wavered as she rose towards him, the dress fluttering down to cover her mercifully for a moment.
CHAPTER NINE
June felt all eyes on her. It was as though she had suddenly taken the concentration of the participants in the orgy away from the girl who was being ravished by another man on the center mattress. A stillness swept through the room, and then a loud laugh cackled and sputtered off into deeper silence. Anne stood statue-like, feeling a strange exhilaration sweep over her at the attention she was receiving. Then Armstrong pulled her a few feet from the couch to a mattress and pointed to the floor.
"Get down ... down on the floor. Daddy wants to fuck you now!"
As June dropped to the mattress, she heard a screaming report from behind her, signaling the woman's climax below the spot light. The awesome gurgling sound foreshadowed to the young blonde what would happen to her in the next few minutes. She began sobbing, tears coursing down her cheeks, her lips trembling in fright. "Oh ... God! Someone ... LUCY? WHERE ARE YOUUU?"
The only sound she heard from her brunette suite-mate was a hoarse laugh. Then she heard Glenn's voice. "C'mon, baby, we know you can do it ... give it to ol' Jack!"
June looked up and saw Armstrong quickly pulling off his clothes. Within seconds, he was totally naked and on all fours beside her helplessly crouching body. One look told her to get undressed, and she obeyed immediately, unzipping the side of her sweater-dress and wiggling out of the outfit. Armstrong's hands went to her back and unlatched her brassiere, and her proudly ripened breasts swayed into the air, their roseate nipples hardening rapidly from their instant exposure. Her hands flew to her naked breasts, attempting to conceal their lushness. Abruptly, she was set off balance by Armstrong's fingers grabbing the elastic waistband of her half-slip and sliding the remaining garment that clothes her body down to her legs, dropping it on the floor beside the mattress.
Jack crawled over in front of the fearfully trembling young blonde and began working his hand back and forth over his monstrous rod of hard male flesh. His penis, as she looked at it again, seemed even larger than it had been before! She couldn't believe it and thought for a fleeting second that it was some kind of silly joke. But it was only too real! It bobbed in an arc of about four inches as he hunched up next to her, the cruel red head a scant few inches from her wetly quivering pussy. They were seated now in the center of the mattress in front of the couch where Lucy was still moving her pinkly stretched cunt up and down over Glenn Brown's upstanding cock. Gazing past Jack who sat on her knees before her, June could see Lucy's eyes focused in wanton attention at what Armstrong would do to her next.
"On your back and spread those legs," Jack said. "I got a pile driver for you here."
June felt like calling out for Bruce ... but knew it would be disastrous for her to do so. Her only hope was that he wouldn't come downstairs now. All eyes were focused on her, and Armstrong ... even the girl and the man beneath the spot light had stopped their lovemaking to see how June could take the length of his penis without being split completely in two!
Roughly, Armstrong pushed her back, and the spot light was suddenly shifted to her body, blinding her vision save for the form of the man bending over her.
For a moment, June experienced a gnawing physical fear. "No ... no ... please," she whimpered.
It was obvious from the manner in which Jack grinned that he liked his women to plead with him. A sneer was on his lips. "Tell me you want me to fuck you; say it real nice."
June sobbed. "No ... I can't ... please."
"Say it!" he suddenly sprawled on top of her, his hands grabbing her smooth shoulders and his knees forcing her legs apart.
"Oooooo ... fuck me," she whimpered, trying to push her legs back together again.
"Louder, I didn't hear," he forced his hands back with greater pressure against her shoulders.
"NO!" June screamed, trying to push Jack Armstrong off her body.
"Folks ... I need some help here. This bitch needs a little taming...."
A crowd of men and young women seemed to crowd around the mattress, straining to see. June was spread-eagled on her back as she looked about her wildly. She saw Lucy and Glen, both totally naked now, holding one of her legs ... a strange man on the other side.
"June, darling. Just lie back and enjoy it," Lucy's voice floated to her ears. "We'll be watching you. We're sure it will feel good for you."
"Oh ... God, Lucy, why don't you help me?" June looked at her girl friend in disbelief.
"This is just part of the party ... everyone has got to get it like this sooner or later," the brunette laughed.
She felt Jack Armstrong begin to press slowly forward. Suddenly ... after a moment of gradual easing of his torso onto her spread body, the swaying man jerked his pelvis back, and his head came forward and down, his gleaming teeth fastening tightly on one pink-budded nipple. Then he slid himself down, his long, lean body pressed between her thighs, his head moving tantalizingly back and forth between her lushly ripened breasts. He began a sensuous circular licking over one nipple, following the roseate flesh outward across the spanning radius of the areolas. Then his tongue recircled inward until his teeth lit again at the berrylike tip. He nipped, drawing a tiny speck of blood. June fearfully cowered back against the mattress, pain and humiliation flooding through her like water through a seive. The faces and hands around her became incomprehensible images, no longer seeming to have human form, somehow grotesquely misshapen in the dim light.
Armstrong began to slide down her nakedly heaving body from her breasts, making a soft path from her nipple across the smoothness of her taut little belly with his twirling tongue. A tiny nip at her navel and his tongue began a slow, tantalizing exploration of her abdomen, following the soft path of light fuzz down into the flanges of her vainly cringing pussy. He spread its young fleshy lips with his fingers and with a mad liquid suck of the lips, drew the tiny pink bud of June's clitoris wetly into his hot moist mouth as she shrieked in protest ... and pleasure. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling it jerking back to life from the softness fear had brought.
June clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of sensation that were shooting out of control again through her loins. She fought with all her inner strength against the betrayal of her body. Thoughts of Bruce coursed through her mind. II he didn't see her, he still would know what happened. He must be here; there is no way he wouldn't hear about this and the only way I can prove myself to him is by not giving in. I mustn't! I mustn't!
But as she resolved to just let him do it and not to feel anything, the hotly flicking tongue lanced in, spreading the petal-like lips of her vagina, and licked its devious way into the warm, wet cavern of her cunt. The unwanted thrills of forbidden pleasure rippled crazily through her spine to the base of her skull, causing her loins to jerk involuntarily forward, burying the flicking tongue to its roots. Fire replaced fear and all else.
Her eyes spun crazily in her head ... they focused for a moment on Lucy below ... Brown was working his hand back and forth over the brunette's clitoris, and her suite-mate was jerking on Brown's long pulsating cock. Behind the couple who were leaning down and holding her right leg onto the mattress, it seemed June glimpsed Lucy's boyfriend, Danny ... but all this came in a weird nightmare vision ... she was too fear-stricken, too shamelessly aroused to tell.
The hot probings of the moistly sinking tongue began to produce an effect in June that she hadn't anticipated. The fiery licking sensation coursing through her genitals suddenly felt overpoweringly pleasurable, tracing tiny round circles around and into her dilating cuntal passage. It felt soothing and titillating at the same time ... a mixture of incredible warmth and throbbing stimulation welling lewdly through her flowering mound, sending sparks of electric pleasure through her vaginal passage and into her wildly squirming belly.
"Oooooooh," she groaned, uncontrollably.
The tongue slowly began to rise, Armstrong's head sliding up her flat pubic mound again and over her belly ... pausing for a cruel instant to swirl into her navel and then climb with Armstrong's rising body to the firmly resilient spheres of her breasts. And then his face was against her own, and he was french kissing her, splurging the organ-like tongue through her moistly parted lips, worming into the warm wet cavern of her mouth as though it were a cock to suck. She drew on his tongue without a will of her own, sucking it deep into her throat with a low, animal groan. His saliva gushed into her in unimpeded torrents, and she swallowed greedily....
Down below she could feel her young pussy pressing salaciously next to his monstrous pole of a cock. She found herself grinding her pelvis up at him, searching for the steel-hardened instrument that would seal her off from the world around her, would finally end the torture her now-shameless body was enduring. The lust-incited crowd began to push around close to see what would happen, gasping as the great bulging head found it's pulsing target. It jostled for a moment against the pink, ragged edges of pussy-flesh, insinuating itself gently between them. Then, with a flick of his hips, the triumphant man forced the blood-filled tip brutally into the wetly throbbing lips of her hair-lined cunt, stretching the resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
June threw her head wildly to the side and screamed in agony!
"Aaaaggg!"
It sank a cruel inch, the struggling girl trying desperately to kick out her legs and escape the punishing impalement. The eager, restraining hands held them tightly back and up, affording Jack the width he would need to skewer into her. But even then June could tell the cock was too big! She could never take it in a million years ... and as she felt its throbbing head forcing through her cruelly stretching vaginal entry, she felt an explosion of pain and uncertainty through her passage.
Jack levered up on his hands in the push-up position and flicked again ... his grin widening ... the relentless fleshy monster sliding another excruciating inch into her tight little pussy. The pain he brought to her reminded June again of how much she had gone through and yet how far she would have to go before the ordeal was completed. There was no thought now of escape, no hope of running away from the torturous evening ... Even as Armstrong ground his tree-trunk of a penis into her flaming cuntal opening, she thought, Lucy has deserted me; I am no longer even within the bounds of help from my best friend ... And knowing this was almost like a burden being removed from her. Without hope, she was free to let happen to her what would. Fate was out of her hands, and so she was in a strange way not responsible for her actions.
Hot breaths coursed over her naked body, exuding the scent of alcohol and lust ... Their faces, the faces of the alumnae and the sorority girls she vaguely thought she knew, hung over the mattress within inches of her straining nakedness, watching hypnotically the shame and degradation of this young freshman.
"Godddd ... Bruce ... where are you!" she screamed, and yet there was no Bruce. She sobbed hysterically again, tears gushing like fountains from her open but almost unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling protests and resistance brought a sudden crushing thrust from Armstrong that plowed the giant, sperm-inflated cock deep into her tightly resisting passage, pushing great rippling waves of tortured cuntal flesh before it. June jerked convulsively as the huge rod raced into her belly like a hurricane wind leveling all her resistance. It was an incredible monster ... something out of a depraved pornographic vision that only the most obscene fantasist could have envisioned ever existed ... His hotly pulsating cock filled her every crevice and pushed her inner organs into tight balls of agony that coult not breathe nor move. It was ripping her soul from her body and devouring it in great gulps of lewd sensuality.
It was splitting her in two!
"Go on, June," she heard Lucy's voice from beside her, "let him give it to you ... fuck him back!"
With a shattering smack, Armstrong's pelvis thudded heavily into her upraised vaginal mound ... lying gently there after it hit for just a moment and then recoiling to plunge brutally into her again. After several thrusts and counter-thrusts, he lay there heaving, his monstrous, sperm-inflated balls insinuating themselves into the wide-split crevice of her defenselessly upturned buttocks.
He lay on top of June, waiting for her to adjust to the thickness of his cock embedded to the hilt inside. She could feel it planted deep within her belly, pulsing perceptibly, its rigid length seeming to absorb every part of her fearfully quivering being into its thick, fleshy contours. Slowly ... she began to feel her cuntal walls soften and fit snugly around it ... not much at first, but the pain eased, and she no longer felt as though she were being impaled on a torturer's pike. It was now just a cock ... it felt warm and gently swelling, obliterating her fears by its very presence inside her wide-stretched cunt.
"Aaaaah," her lips breathed in welcome relief.
He flexed the giant head, bringing a deep groan from her lips, her teeth reclenching. He flexed again ... another groan ... again a lesser groan as her warmly clasping passage became accustomed to the increasing size. Then he began a slow, revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his lust-stiffened cock tightly into her naked young cunt, expanding the still-cringing walls of her vagina until it seemed to fit more easily.
The crowd pressed around the mattress, their unbelieving eyes peering lustfully within inches of the huge, buried penis, amazed that the tiny cunt they had seen before was capable of swallowing the whole thing. June winced as a thick, anonymous male finger suddenly popped though the tight surrounding nether ring of her anus and dug deeply at the soft, rubbery flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tiny hole until the palm of the intruding hand lay flat against her ass-cheeks, the whole finger sunk safely inside the dry throbbing tunnel.
Armstrong now began a slow, rocking motion over June. He thrust forward without mercy, painfully fucking in through the moist, ragged edges of her pussy and then drawing hotly out again. Gradually, the momentum of his plunges increased until he was battering her sweat-soaked body hard against the mattress. The finger in her rectum skewered in and out in a sluicing duo that brought gasps of pain and groans of pleasure from her lips. "Oooooh, no ... no ... yesss! OOOOOOO, Goodddd!" her voice cried helplessly.
The pain was easing and a strange feeling of relaxation tingled through her sensually awakening body. A warm surge of erotic sensation enveloped her belly and coursed into her thighs as Jack fucked his long, thick hardness back and forth inside her ... even the finger thrust inside her virginal anus felt somehow pleasing. As the slowly pistoning rod of flesh burrowed up, her hips began unconsciously gyrating in an abandoned rhythm with the increasing momentum of Jack's undulating pelvis.
And then it began to feel good!
The finger worming into her rectum and the warmly sluicing cock no longer were the vehicles of torture they had been ... it was as though the pain she'd experienced moments before had become transformed into something uncannily sensual, and she found herself grunting and swirling her hips and buttocks willingly up and down to meet the dual ravishment, not thinking, but letting her body lapse into the seductively smooth rhythm.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, her head rising off the mattress to look down at the gigantic cock rummaging obscenely through her blonde pubic hair. As she sat up slightly, she saw Lucy no longer holding her legs, but nakedly embracing Brown alongside on the mattress ... A few girls and older men were still hovering over the mattress while others had reclined on the bordering carpeted floor and were engrossed in their own version of what was being done to June. The vision of everyone in the room giving themselves up to their animal instincts sent a renewed shudder of lust through her hotly clasping pussy, and she grunted into the thick, stale air, gyrating her upturned buttocks faster and faster ,..
"Ooooooh," June gasped as Jack began a fast revolving motion with his loins, grinding his thick penis up into her wetly palpitating cunt, expanding her helpless little pussy with ever increasing sawing action. He thrust upward unmercifully, in and out with a battering, fucking regularity. His hand crept across her arched spinal cord and played along the crevice between her naked buttocks; then with one quick motion, he forced out the finger that skewered in there and replaced it with his own. His outstretched middle finger found the raw puckered anus pointing upward toward his balls, and he rubbed there briefly and then sluiced the finger hotly inward.
"Yesss ... Jack, I like it ... I love your finger there," June mewled lewdly up into his face.
He moved it in a circular motion, expanding the tight little holt until the palm of his hand lay flat against her buttocks.
George Armstrong's father moved his other hand down and felt the soft, wetly clasping folds of her pussy around the shaft of his long, wet cock. He fondled the gently contracting cuntal lips, bringing further groans of pleasure from the girl's mouth. And then ... he began thrusting hard and deep into her again, his thick, hard penis fisting hotly through the warm, wet recesses of her cunt, sliding outward with a great rush, to return only once more to smack against her cervix with a body-shuddering jolt.
June's eyes blurred then re-focused on the nightmarish forms of naked men and young girls fucking in a circle around her on the carpet and bordering mattresses. To the side she saw Lucy lying back in a position similar to her own, her knees raised to the sides to allow Glenn Brown complete access to her smoothly rotating cunt. Danny's father screwed into June's girl friend with his buttocks, making wild rampaging circles in the air, his hands clenched tightly around her gyrating ass-cheeks. Her magnificent breasts were bouncing softly against his strong-muscled chest with each slam of his torso down on her body.
As Jack Armstrong continued to spear into June's upturned and wetly sluicing cunt, her mind droned, Oh, my God, it looks lovely watching Lucy getting it by Danny's father! So delicious to watch that huge thick cock screw in and out of her sweet cunt ... I'd almost like to do it to her, too! But then her thoughts were torn physically back to the reality of the man who was screwing into her in hot, rippling waves ... His hotly throbbing cock rammed into her like a jack-hammer, sending billows of ecstatic sensation through her wantonly squirming belly. Her upturned young breasts jiggled resiliently into his chest as Lucy's did to Glenn's right now, tickling along the small tips of his nipples and bringing another rush of warmly extending pleasure through her filled lower abdomen and her impaled loins.
"Turn her over ... put the bitch on her side, Dad," she heard a voice come from beside her.
"Jesus ... George!" Armstrong exclaimed, pausing for a moment and then resuming his long, hard lunges into June's ravished pussy.
The lewd connection of names crackled through June's consciousness like wild-fire. She thought she saw Danny earlier, standing behind Lucy and Glenn, and now she realized that the two fraternity brothers had come down for a look. Good God ... it was Jack's son ... and then she saw the lean redheaded boy pulling out of his clothes ... he leaned down next to the mattress, his eagerly jerking cock at least at long as his father's, jutting obscenely in the air.
Without pulling out of her, Armstrong slid onto his side, dropping June over on her hips so that her buttocks lay sidelong and parallel to the mattress. George's father's fingers slipped reluctantly from her anus ... then June saw George circling the mattress like a wrestler surveying the position in which to tackle his opponent. He dropped down out of the range of her view behind her. She turned her head to see the youth sitting down, a lewd grin flickering wickedly across his face.
The boy's father again caught up with the lithe girl lying beside him and resumed his fucking strokes into her wetly clasping cunt. At the same time June felt George's hands grasp harshly at her buttocks and began kneading the sensitively tingling ass-cheeks in a rhythmic tempo to his father screwing into her searing vaginal passage. Then ... the enormous thick cock sprouting like a monstrous serpent from the son's loins impressed itself in the moist naked split of her behind. She gasped from the first contact in surprise. It was huge! She could never take that in her rectum without it ripping her belly in half! She jerked forward again, attempting vainly to move up the mattress away from it.
She could not move. She was trapped between the bodies of father and son pressing obscenely on either side of her! George's hands coursed down over her wildly working buttocks, his thumbs pressing on both ass-cheeks, stretching the tiny, puckered anus wide. Then she felt a probing between the thumbs that was soft and rubbery at first and then grew into a hard, unresisting bluntness.
"Ooooh noo, please!" she pleaded in a soul-shattering screech as she felt the tight resisting nether ring give way before the rigidly unyielding pressure, the tip popping inside with a jerk.
The blunt intrusion of his monstrously pulsating cock vibrated through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft, rubbery flesh inside of her widely stretched anal passage in great waves of pain before it. At the same moment, Jack Armstrong, seeming to observe the filling of her backside, began thrusting his thick blood-filled organ more rapidly into her forever-stretched cuntal opening.
George, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure began sawing rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft depths of her back passage, bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips.
"Oooh, God, nooo," June crooned into the father's face as the older Armstrong, excited from watching his son's cruel rape of her anus, began pistoning in and out of her hotly clasping pussy while George from behind thrust with long, hard strokes into the warm buttery depths of her cringing little rectum. It took a moment, but they soon fell into a natural rhythm, buffeting her between them like a sack of soft resiliently pliant foam rubber. June was whimpering a single low whine which went on and on as they ground into her. At times her almost melodious moan was interrupted by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with harder and harder force.
The two thick rods of virile flesh skewered into June's wide-stretched cunt and nether passage like twin battering rams. The ragged pink edges of her cunt drew back with Jack's cock on the outstroke and disappeared back inside her pussy as he plummeted home again into her white, quivering belly. The same was true with the tight little passage of her wide-stretched rectum ... as Jack's son screwed into it with demonic fury. On and on it went as she lay between father and son, their bellies smacking lewdly into her naked young flesh, the dual rape of her secret parts taking on a lurid significance in her mind with the beam of the spot light still focusing on their insanely buffeting bodies. June's moans were gradually transforming themselves into tight mewling wisps of pleasure that came puffing spasmodically from somewhere deep with her lust-constricted throat. They changed in intensity and intonation, almost imperceptibly at first and then adjusted to a tone that left no room for doubt. It was a low whimper of passionate pleading.
And then the impossible happened!
It was a strange kind of joy, perhaps from the very helplessness of her position or from the lewd obscene thought of being impaled by both father and son at once. But whatever it was, she began to feel it. Her hips moved backwards to meet the upthrust of George cramming his youthful penis into her rectum and then forward again to swallow the whole of Jack Armstrong's long, virile cock into her hotly steaming pussy ... yes, it felt good again ... as it had when Jack had begun screwing into her at first. Her whole naked body wantonly undulated between the two men, and her buttocks moved in tiny abandoned circles.
"Ooooh, oohhh," she chanted on and on in time to their crushing thrusts against her madly elastic cunt and anus. Wilder and wilder they became, punishing her between them like a puppet. All three of their rising groans intermingled into an obscene cacophony of mad sexual abandonment.
June heard the sounds of their strained voices as though from a great distance ... As her nakedly writhing body was flung from side to side, her wildly tingling breasts digging into the father's chest, and her anus grinding back against George's buffeting pelvis, she began to feel a deep, surging momentum that drove her hips and thighs into frantic motion. Thighs were rubbing salaciously against thighs ... her breasts touched at Jack's heaving muscular chest ... And then she was plunging her warm, wet tongue into the father's mouth. "Yesss, Jack ... Oh, I like you fucking me like that!"
She could feel both cocks tunneling so close together they almost touched, the thin membrane separating her impaled vagina from her rectum pressed hot and hard between the two fleshy swords. It was as though she were stuck on a skewering pike that extended from one male body to the other and was roasting between father and son ... her body burning with still-unquenched animal desire ... her soul riveted and contorted by the two enormous cocks that plunged into her without mercy or thought of injury.
Her head flung back, waving her long, insanely swirling blonde hair across the flat of George's chest behind. Her pelvis punched up, levered into Jack's wildly gyrating loins, the shock wave of her orgasm charging through her inflamed cunt into her penis-filled rectum. June was out of her mind now with a wild passion and began sobbing out her orgasm that never seemed to stop. The father and son, sensing their total conquest of her body and mind both plunged forward, at the same time embedding their wildly ejaculating cocks deep into her pussy and anus and pumped their sperm far, far up into her heaving belly. They collapsed in a spent heap for a moment. But June's orgasm seemed to continue on, even after they had stopped lunging into her....
As the hot waves of her climax began to subside, she felt Jack Armstrong rolling off the top of her body, his penis slipping wetly with a moist sucking noise. Then she felt Jack's son pull out of her ... and a heaving sound of deep relief rushed through all three at once....
And then, as though in a dream, June rose and began picking up her clothing strewn over the floor and mattress. She tried not to look at anyone or anything ... but couldn't help noticing Lucy on the mattress beside the one she had just risen from. She felt a sharp shock go through her when she saw Danny who, unnoticed by June, was leaning against her girl friend's face ... the large white shaft of his cock thrust between the brunette's lips.
"Suck it, Lucy, do it like you always do," she seemed to hear the boy cry out.
"Oooooh, yesss ... this is wonderful ... the family fucking together," June heard Lucy crooning.
June began pulling her panties up her legs ... her eyes popped out of her head when she saw Danny's father on top of Lucy watching his son screwing into the brunette's lewdly sucking mouth ... just an inch or so away from Glenn's face. Danny was lying parallel to Lucy's head while Glenn rose up in the push-up position over the prone girl. Slowly getting dressed, June watched the scene which embellished the memory of the wild coupling that she had been subjected to moments before. She saw Lucy's lips tightly ovaled around the blood-filled cock-head and then lunging down as though to swallow the whole of Danny's throbbing hardness in her throat. Her lips sucked and her cheeks expanded and contracted, and she began bobbing her head sensuously up and down, encasing all of Glenn's son's cock inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. The sight, which almost seemed like incest to June ... reinforcing the image of what the two Armstrongs had done to her ... sent a cold shiver down her spine.
Brown continued to plunge his hips downward, his long, thick penis skewering obscenely into Lucy's wetly sucking pussy, his lips bared over his teeth and wild sputtering sounds coming from the father's throat.
"Ooooh, God! Lucy, baby, your mouth's like butter," June heard Danny moan.
As June dressed she watched the three bodies nakedly writhing back and forth on the mattress in front of her. Danny kept skewering further and further into Lucy's lewdly sucking mouth so that it seemed the head of his cock would have to touch the back of the girl's throat. His large, ballooning balls beat a steady tattoo of lust and passion against the tip of her chin while the smacking sound of the boy's father's pelvis striking wetly against Lucy's loins set up an obscene counter-rhythm down below.
Completely dressed, June made her way, dazed and with badly trembling legs, up the stairs from the basement to the party going on in the living room. She walked to the second story of the house, looking for the bathroom to straighten herself up, wondering where she might find Bruce.
She found him by accident! She was walking down the hall and wouldn't have gone in the room if the girl hadn't laughed. There was another sound, a muffled laugh, only too familiar. June's heart actually stopped beating as she opened the door and stood looking at the final humiliation: Bruce was lying naked on the bed, his body rigid above Marie Wilkens's outstretched form. She stepped back ... remembering all that had happened to her already. It was obvious that he didn't care about her, at least not enough to protect her from what he must have undoubtedly known was a situation that would force her into the basement ... at least not enough to go after her when she'd disappeared from the front room.
Quickly, June left the room and walked down the stairs to the front porch. Snow was falling again. It was piled in deep drifts along the porch siding and spiraling in ghostlike wisps under the arc light in the driveway-making everything clean-fresh.
"June...." she heard Danny's voice and saw the tall, dark-haired boy standing in the opened door leading to the living room. "Wait a minute!"
"NO!" she turned her back to him.
"Listen, I've been waiting for you all semester," the boy said.
She laughed and brushed a thin layer of snow off the porch railing with her trembling hand. "Well, that's the way it goes," she smiled and then walked out into the night ... laughing as she heard the fraternity door slam shut behind her with a finality.
She looked back just once. The house seemed blurred, and then she realized she was crying, weeping for something-some elusive thing that she'd had once but had no more....
