Many attitudes about sex are instilled in the young by their parents. But the views of many fathers and mothers concerning sex can often be misleading, erroneous, or hypocritical. Thus, what happens to the children who are misled by their well-meaning but woefully misinformed parents? And what of their children's children?
An endless chain of lives, many doomed to psychological as well as physical impotence and frigidity, can be the tragic results of misinformation.
April Prescott's story is a case in point.
April is the daughter of parents who sentence her to a life of frustration and suffering by teaching her that sex is evil. The results manifest themselves in the form of a young woman who mistrusts men, but does not know why, who becomes hounded by a guilt that she does not understand. And the final consequence: degradation at the hands of an unprincipled man, and the sudden realization that her parents' teachings were false.
For April Prescott, what could have been a disastrous experience turns into her salvation as a human being.
For others who have been taught as she was ... will there be a salvation?
A novel that poses a serious question and seeks to find an answer for all society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
If there was anything more delightful than teen-aged cunt, Travis Stone didn't know what it was.
The forty-year-old professor leaned back against the edge of his desk, to hide the hard-on that had grown down his left pantleg, as he visually probed between the thighs of the young blonde who sat in the front row of his class. She had been crossing and uncrossing her legs, not at all carefully, and the visiting lecturer had been treated to glimpses of her blue nylon panties where they cuddled the enticing softness between her bare thighs. Stone had imagined her panties away and was visualizing her cunt, with curly golden hairs lining it.
However, being a practiced girl-watcher, the tall, urbane professor did not allow his scrutiny of the pretty exhibitionist to become obvious. He frequently switched his gaze to the even prettier brunette who sat beside her. The latter held her legs close together all through the lecture, her skirt primly covering her knees. The expression of naive innocence in her wide blue eyes was especially appealing to Stone.
If only I could catch a glimpse of her cunt! he thought.
"And so we see that there was a certain cultural uniformity among the Cherokee, Chickawaw, and Choctaw tribes of the Southeast," Stone lectured, "particularly as it expressed itself in the busk, or green-corn dance."
A bell sounded, marking the end of the class period.
"Tomorrow, in the next lecture of this series," the professor said, "we will turn our attention to the Indian tribes of the Great Plains. Uuh, Miss Sweitzer?"
The blonde in the first row quickly sat erect. "Yes, Mr. Stone?"
"I wonder if you would remain for a few minutes. I'd like to elaborate on the answer I gave you about the fertility rites of the Seminoles."
Annie Sweitzer excitedly nudged the brunette beside her. "What a break!" she whispered. "I'll see you later, huh?"
The girls had been in the habit of eating lunch together, but April Prescott wasn't displeased about having to go to lunch alone. All Annie ever talked about was boys, a subject which didn't interest April in the least. However, she felt a twinge of jealousy over Annie's invitation to remain and talk privately with Professor Stone. He was such a knowledgeable man! And his devotion to science was obvious-a rarity, even among professors, in this permissive age.
April left the room, along with the other students, while Annie approached Professor Stone's desk. He turned away from her to walk around and seat himself behind it.
"I've been noticing something about you," he said.
"Really?" Annie's brown eyes sparkled. She stood so close to the professor's chair that he could sense her body heat.
"I'm not referring to your interest in these lectures, which I feel is superficial," Travis said.
Annie blinked, obviously taken aback.
"No," Travis continued thoughtfully, his eyes focused on her middle. "What I've been noticing, Miss Sweitzer, is your panties, and how you seem to take pleasure in showing them."
The girl stiffened. This was a bit much, having her flirtation tossed back in her face. For a moment she felt cheap and didn't know how to respond.
Travis solved her problem. Reaching out, he curved a hand around the back of one of her thighs and slid it up under her skirt.
Annie's shock quickly turned to sensual pleasure. She thrilled as the handsome professor held half of her plump, springy ass. Her pliant flesh was separated from his hand by only the silken smoothness of her panties.
When Annie did not pull back, the professor placed his other hand under her skirt as well. Clasping both cheeks of her ass, Travis squeezed and wiggled the nylon-sheathed mounds, causing erotic sensations to course through the receptive coed.
"P-Professor!" Annie exclaimed, breathing hard. "What are you doooing?"
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Yesss!" she admitted enthusiastically.
"Then what I'm doing isn't nearly so important as what I'm about to do."
Travis curled his fingers around the elastic band at the top of Annie's panties and began to pull the bikini garment down.
"In the c-classroom?" Annie blurted.
Travis glanced at the closed door. "Perhaps we should lock out intruders. Would you mind?"
A sardonic smile twisted the professor's lips as Annie hurried to comply with his request.
She can hardly wait to get fucked! he thought.
What a pig! But at least she's young and not bad-looking, if a bit on the plump side.
What I'd give to get into that prim brunette who was sitting beside her! That would really be a score!
When Annie returned to the professor's desk, her face was flushed with excitement. She lifted her skirt and pulled down her blue panties, giving Travis a quick peek at her cunt bush before her skirt dropped to conceal it. He watched as she lifted one foot, then the other, taking her panties off. She lay them on his desk.
"Your blouse too," Travis said, and added with deliberate crudeness, "I want to see your tits."
Annie giggled nervously. But she was quick to do as he said. Her blouse was tossed aside, followed by her white brassiere.
The nineteen-year-old girl had tits like melons, bulging with ripeness, their nipples stiff and pink. She moved close to the attractive older man and bent slightly, wobbling her luscious tits against his face.
While chasing and capturing her nipples with his mouth, Travis reached up under her skirt once more.
He palmed and rolled her asscheeks, his fingertips tickling the satiny crack between them. He felt the girl's heat.
"Open my pants!" he told her, his lips brushing a nipple.
Annie backed up slightly and fumbled with the man's fly. She had never made it with a teacher before, and the thought thrilled her, enhanced by Travis' mature sex appeal.
He was holding her skirt waist-high, looking at her cunt.
When she had his fly open, she reached inside. Discovering that he wore boxer-style shorts, she snaked her fingers through their gap and clasped the firm cock that was extended down their left leg.
"My, you're sure hard for...." She broke off the sentence in confusion.
"For an old man?" Travis completed.
"No. Oh, I didn't mean that!" Annie blushed more.
"Never mind." Travis chuckled wryly. "Bring out my prick."
It pleased him to use dirty words with her. He would have been even more pleased if they had produced a shock.
Annie swung his long cock up through his fly. It stood like a rocket about to be launched to the moon. Its bare head bulged with lust.
"You go down, don't you, Annie?" Travis asked, threading his fingers into her blonde hair. "Most girls do."
Tingling with giddy abandon, the coed dropped to her knees. Holding her around the back of her head, Travis guided her to his cock.
She eagerly sucked at the head of his flavorful prick. Her lips made a liquid slurping sound as they skidded on the smooth bulb. Her thumb and forefinger encircled the base of his shaft, pressing against his fly.
Exulting in the sweet sensation produced by her warm, moist mouth, Travis reached down and cupped her dangling titties. He bounced the boobs on his palms, then milked at her nipples with his forefingers and thumbs.
Wild with girlish lust, Annie began pumping her mouth on his prick. With each lunge, her encircling, soft lips glided lower and lower on his cock. The professor's hot prick twitched against the girl's lapping tongue. The plump head pulsated as it surged into the opening of her throat.
Finally Travis grasped her by the shoulders and lifted her off him, his stiff cock whipping free. "Sit on the desk!" he ordered.
With eyes glazed, her lower lip hanging moistly, Annie complied. Travis moved her thighs wide apart and tugged her toward him so that her fleshy asscheeks were barely perched on the desk's edge.
He grasped her underneath the knees and lifted her legs wantonly in the air. Annie had to grasp his graying head to balance herself. She was quivering all over, about to come.
Travis stared at her open cunt-so pink and juicy, edged by curly dark-blonde hairs. Her excited clit peeped from the whorls of soft flesh that sheathed it.
The older man bent into the inviting valley of her thighs. He deeply inhaled the rich, girlish scent. Then he stuck out his tongue.
Annie gasped with delight as he began licking her cunt, swabbing his wet tongue up and down the open folds, across the tip of her clitoris, forcing its protective hood back.
When he closed his lips over that throbbing nubbin and began to suck, the passionate coed came. Her thighs slammed down on Travis' shoulders. Their satiny inner surfaces sawed against his ears. She bucked and trembled as wave after wave of sheer ecstasy coursed through her. She whooped and gasped and whooped some more.
Travis kept sucking and licking her cunt, his tongue corkscrewing up and down between the slippery folds, into the palpitating mouth of her pussy, then up across her clitty once more.
Annie kept climaxing until she was limp.
Finally Travis stood. He let her legs dangle loosely over the edge of the desk as he stood between them and stripped down his trousers and shorts. His prick pulled in through the fly of his underwear and leaped out above the descending waistband, bobbing springily.
"I want it ... I WANT it!" Annie babbled, grasping the head of his cock as if it were the knob of a gearshift.
"You're going to get it, baby!" Travis grated, his expression turning vicious as his lips pulled back from his teeth.
With an arc-like motion of his arm, he swept his desk-top clean, sending Annie's panties flying, along with books, papers and a ballpoint pen. The girl's pants landed on a nearby dictionary stand and dangled ludicrously from a comer of the open book.
Boosting her legs high in the air and holding them wide apart, Travis forced her back against the desk.
She moaned with delight at his masterful treatment. No boy who had fucked her had been so sure of himself, so completely in charge.
Travis moved close to her wide-open crotch, twisting his hips so that the end of his waving cock was caught between her cuntlips. A further twist lodged his plump cockhead in the mouth of her small cunt.
"OOH!" Annie cried as the pleasurable pressure forced her cuntmouth open wide.
Travis shoved, and his bulb-ended cock surged up her narrow cunt, causing a rippling sensation that coursed to her brain and seemed to explode there like a Roman candle.
The professor's long, hard prick was all the way inside her. She could feel its blunt end tickling the end of her cuntal channel.
"Now fuck with me, Annie!" the professor crudely demanded. "FUCK, girl!"
"Yessss!" Annie moaned, and began to wiggle and thrust her hips.
Still holding her legs high and wide apart, Travis did a dance on the balls of his feet as he stroked his long cock in and out of her. The sensations were exquisite, particularly the twisting of her wet, warm cunt around him. Her pussy was like a greased glove-tight and soft and slippery.
His jolting thrusts into her cunt made the girl's titties leap. Her nipples were so stiff and thrusting that they looked as if they were about to explode.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Oooh! Oh ... MAN!"
"Do you ... like it?" Travis husked, breathing hard as he pumped her. "Tell me! TELL me!"
"I LOVE IT!" Annie cried. "Oooh ... SHIT!"
"More!" the man rasped, wiggling her legs in the air, causing her active hips to flop on the desk-top.
"Ooh, FUCK me ... FUCK MEEEE!" Annie cried. "I love your big ... fat ... COCK!"
Travis fucked her with fiendish glee. Panting, she drove her wet cunt smackingly against him. Her titties bounced. Her head dangled backward over the edge of the desk, her blonde hair streaming.
"JEEE-zuss!" she cried. "OOOOH!"
Just as she gained the ultimate burst of pleasure, the professor let go, his hard prick twitching deep inside her belly cunt. He hosed her pussy walls with spurt after spurt of hot jism.
Annie's head spun like a merry-go-round coming to a stop, and it was long moments before she could think clearly. She was dimly aware of the professor pulling his bulb-headed cock from her wet cunt. He stepped back.
When she sat up and looked at him, he was wiping his cock on her panties.
"Hey!" she protested, but there was not much fight in her.
The professor smiled disarmingly. "You don't mind, do you? There's no Kleenex in here, and I don't want to soil my handkerchief. Anyway, it will be fun going around without panties on for the rest of the day. If you keep crossing your legs in your next class, the way you did in here, you'll give the professor quite a thrill."
"Next class, I have Mrs. Wentworth," Annie said as Travis tossed her panties into the wastebasket.
"Maybe she's AC-DC," he suggested. He pulled up his underwear and trousers.
Annie sat looking down at her naked tits. Her moist cunt also was exposed. She felt a little cheap, but her gratification was worth it.
"When are we gonna see each other again?" she asked, sliding forward off the desk. Her large tits bobbed.
"Tomorrow in class," the professor replied calmly.
"And?"
"And nothing. This was it."
Annie stared at him. "You mean you don't want to ... "
"Fuck you again? No, dear. It was good, but once was enough."
Annie felt like a discarded wad of chewing gum. "Damn you, Professor Stone!"
"Come come, now. Did I lead you to believe this was the beginning of a romance?" His cool gray eyes mocked her.
Annie hated him. But she was determined not to do her pride further damage by causing a scene. She found her blouse and bra and hurriedly put them on.
The professor was picking up the articles he had swept off his desk during the excitement. He placed them in careful order, then sat down and began going over his notes. It was as if Annie were no longer in the room.
As she left, minus her panties, the professor's cum oozed from the lips of her cunt, glazing the inner slopes of her thighs.
Annie had never before felt so humiliated in her life.
CHAPTER TWO
"Annie! What are you doing here?"
"Well, that's not a very friendly greeting," the blonde retorted. "Let me in, will you?"
April stepped back, holding open the door of her off-campus apartment. Once, in a moment of weakness, she had invited Annie over when the other girl had needed help with her homework. It was a surprise for her to show up again.
"I've gotta tell somebody what happened today," Annie said. "Since you and I are in anthropology together, I figured it ought to be you."
"Well ... sure."
April sat down, and Annie took a chair opposite her. The blonde fidgeted.
"It's that Professor Stone!" Annie declared. "He tried to rape me!"
"Whaaat?" April couldn't believe her ears.
"He did. He started feeling under my dress. He even ... pulled my panties off!"
The pretty brunette just stared at her.
"Well, what's the matter?" Annie demanded. "Don't you believe me?"
"No," April said. "I don't."
It was the other girl's turn to be nonplussed. "Some kind of friend you are!" she complained petulantly.
"I'm sorry, Annie, but Mr. Stone's a famous man. Why, he's one of the leading experts on American Indian culture. He's written several books. He travels around to all the universities, lecturing."
"I don't give a shit about that!" Annie said, her eyes flashing. "He tried to screw me! He even pushed me down on his desk."
To admit she had given in to him would have made the rape charge less plausible, she believed.
April was doing a bit of thinking, and it suddenly occurred to her why the other girl was talking this way.
Annie obviously had had a crush on Professor Stone since he had first lectured to their anthropology class. She'd made it a point to get his attention by asking frequent questions, some of them quite foolish. And she had been twisting back and forth in her seat, obviously showing him everything she had.
Now she was angry because she had made a play for him after class and he had rebuffed her. April understood. Why, if Professor Stone had so much as touched her, Annie would have lifted her skirt and invited him to climb on! Everyone knew what a pig she was!
"If I were you," April advised, "I wouldn't go around spreading stories like that about a decent man.
You'll get yourself into trouble!"
Annie jumped to her feet. "Well, that's the last time I'm going to talk to you, April Prescott!"
"That's fine with me," April retorted, haughtily lifting her chin.
Annie flounced from the apartment, slamming the door behind her.
Later, as April went about undressing for bed, she thought over the scandalous story the other girl had told and how it might harm Professor Stone if it were circulated about the campus.
I wonder if he has any idea what she's saying about him? April mused as she took off her brassiere.
The tits of the pretty eighteen-year-old were neither very large nor too small. They were just the size tits ought to be. Firm and shapely, their smooth paleness was complemented by exquisitely formed nipples which were ruddy and erect.
Standing in her filmy pink panties, April cast a glance at her reflection in the dresser mirror. What she saw displeased her mildly. She looked too sexy, she decided-like those girls in the awful magazines that were peddled in the bookstores near the campus. April had never actually looked at any of the pornographic publications herself, but she had been with girls who had gigglingly perused them.
She didn't want to look sexy. She didn't want to be sexy. She only wanted to be a competent anthropologist some day, to justify her parents' expense in putting her through college. At her insistence, they even had come up with the extra cash to keep her in her own apartment, so that she wouldn't have to share a dormitory with girls like Annie Sweitzer, of whom there were all too many.
The easy morals of her peers offended April. All most of them thought or talked about was "balling" or "making out". Girls were popping oral contraceptives right and left. Most of them seemed to think it was great fun to spend the night with a boy, whenever the opportunity arose.
This part of college life had turned April off and made her into something of a loner. If it weren't for what she was learning from the few fine and dedicated instructors like Travis Stone, she would have dropped out and returned to her small hometown to get married and raise a family.
But marriage didn't exactly appeal to April, either, because it involved sex. A husband, no matter how decent, would be demanding when it came time to go to bed. He would want to climb on top of her and stick his hard thing into the little slit between her thighs.
"Fucking" was what her friends called it. The very word made April cringe.
Turning away from the mirror, she quickly stripped down her nylon panties and stepped from them.
Totally wasted was the delightful reflection of April's girlish ass-lusciously rounded in firm cheeks with dimples at their sides. Her thighs tapered from inviting fullness to trimness as they approached her cute knees. Her calves were delicately arched, her ankles slender and fine.
As she walked to the bathroom, her beautiful asscheeks wiggled in a way that a man would have found maddening. But April was totally unaware that she had a seductive walk. Her titties trembled tautly, the perky nipples sticking out, tilted upward.
She bent over the bathtub to turn on the water. If a man were standing behind her, he would have glimpsed her black-fringed cunt peeping from between the tops of her creamy thighs. The sight might well have moved him to rush forward, cock at the ready, and glide it between her delicate, mauve cuntlips, sinking himself deep into her girlish warmth.
But, alas, no man was there.
When the water was ready, April eased herself into the soothing bath. She lay back, and her thoughts turned once more to Travis Stone and the nasty things Annie had said about him.
By the time April had stepped from the tub and was drying herself on a large, fluffy towel, she had reached a firm decision to see Professor Stone before his first class in the morning. She was going to tell him exactly what Annie had said. It would be embarrassing, April realized. But the reputation of a decent man was at stake. She couldn't stand by and see him ruined by a slut like Annie.
The beautiful brunette walked nude into the main room of her apartment. As she proceeded to unfold her sofa bed, her tits swayed and jiggled. Since the window shades had all been drawn, there was no danger of her being spied upon.
Once April's bed was ready, she slipped into plain pajamas and settled herself between the sheets.
She promptly fell asleep.
* * *
"Professor Stone?"
Seated at his desk, the distinguished-looking man glanced toward the doorway, from whence the hesitant greeting had come. His lean, strong face broke into a pleasant smile.
"Miss Prescott!" he said happily. "Come in!"
He made a slight gesture of rising as April entered the room. She was nervous.
"Sit down, won't you?" Travis indicated the chair beside his desk.
April seated herself primly, her knees close together.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Travis asked. "I, uh, wanted to talk with you, Professor."
"Of course! What may I help you with?"
"Perhaps I can help you," April said. She twisted her hands.
"That sounds interesting. Go on."
"I, uh, have a friend ... well, she isn't really a friend. She's just a classmate. Annie Sweitzer?"
Travis squinted a bit, but otherwise betrayed no response.
"She's saying some awful things about you," April continued, color rising in her cheeks.
"What sort of things?" Travis inquired cautiously.
"That when she stayed after class yesterday, you tried to...." April looked down. "This is very difficult, Professor."
"Go on, Miss Prescott," he said gently. "It's quite all right."
Keeping her eyes averted, April said, "Annie is telling people that you tried to rape her."
"Tried?" Travis asked, carefully emphasizing the word.
"Yes. Oh, I know it's a lie. And Annie has such a bad reputation that perhaps no one will believe her. But I thought you ought to know about it, so maybe you can do something to protect yourself."
"Just exactly what did she accuse me of?"
"She said...." April looked at the handsome man helplessly and bit her lip.
He reached out and patted her hand. Sparks seemed to jump, making April all the more nervous.
"Tell me, please," Travis said softly.
Again April averted her eyes. She let the shocking words gush out: "She said you took off her panties and tried to push her down onto your desk!" April was blushing fiercely.
The professor tilted back his head and laughed.
April was surprised. She parted her pink lips, but they only quivered. She didn't know what to say.
"This isn't at all unusual," Travis said. "College girls frequently get crushes on their instructors.
Sometimes they let their imaginations run away with them. It's nothing to be concerned about, though I appreciate your telling me."
"Then you're sure the story won't hurt you?"
"Of course not. Anyway, it might have been worse. She girl might have said I did rape her."
"She wouldn't dare go that far!" April declared.
"Well, please don't let it disturb you," Travis said, patting April's hand again.
"But it does, Professor!" she blurted. "You're such a fine man, I hate to hear someone saying nasty things about you."
A warmth came into the man's gray eyes. "That's very nice of you, Miss Prescott."
"You can call me April," she said gently, then scolded herself for being so forward.
However, the professor seemed pleased. "April," he repeated, as if savoring the word. "That's a very lovely name."
"Thank you."
"And you're a very lovely person, April. I truly appreciate your coming to me with this."
"Well, I admire you so much, Professor! You're so different from most of the people here, even the other instructors. I enjoy your lectures a great deal."
"You're one of my finest students," Travis said. "You're quite interested in anthropology, aren't you?"
"Oh, yes! If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be remaining in college, I mean."
"You don't care for college life?"
"Not really," April admitted. "The people-the other students-are, well, so obsessed with pleasure!"
"I seeee," Travis said, studying her thoughtfully.
"I wish I could get to work right now in the scientific field. But, of course, I don't know enough yet. And I do have to have a degree."
As April looked down at her hands which were twisting nervously, the professor gazed at the proud peaks of her tits. His eyes swept downward, taking in the trimness of her waist, the rounded warmth of her hips, and her inviting thighs.
"April ... uh, you know I will be leaving here in about two weeks, as soon as my lecture series is completed."
"Yes, sir. I know that. And I'm very sorry. I feel I'm learning so much from you."
"Well, I was thinking ... incidentally, how old are you?"
"Eighteen."
Travis smiled, seeming to relax a bit. "You look so young. I was afraid that perhaps you were one of those prodigies that get into college at fifteen or so."
"Afraid?" April asked, not comprehending.
"Yes. Well, what I mean is-if you were too young, I wouldn't be able to offer you the opportunity I have in mind."
"What is that, sir?" April asked, intensely interested.
Travis idly picked up a ballpoint pen and fiddled with it. "What you said about not enjoying college and thinking about dropping out gave me an idea. That, coupled with your exceptional interest in anthropology. It happens, April, that I need an assistant-someone who could travel with me and help me prepare my papers, to act as sort of a secretary and research assistant."
April's blue eyes danced. "You don't mean...?"
"Yes, I do. I'd like to have you take the job, if you feel you can postpone your formal education for a few months. Perhaps you'd have to miss only one term here. But you would be learning a great deal in the meantime-much more, I believe, than you would learn in class."
"Oh, I would!" April said enthusiastically. "I know I would!"
"Then the idea interests you?"
"Mr. Stone, to work as your assistant would be the most wonderful thing I could think of!"
The professor beamed. "How about your parents? Would they be likely to object?"
"Don't worry about them!" April said firmly. "They'll go along with whatever I want."
"Then is it settled? Oh, as to the pay-of course, you would be on an expense account, but I couldn't pay you a very large salary. However, I'm sure we can agree on something that's fair."
"I don't care about the pay, Professor Stone! I'll be learning so much from you that I really shouldn't accept any pay at all."
Travis couldn't seem to stop smiling. He stood, and April rose with him. He took her smooth little hands in his.
Looking deeply into her trusting eyes, he said, "I'm sure we'll have a very enjoyable relationship."
"Oh, I know we will, Professor! Thank you so much for the opportunity."
"It's my pleasure, April. Yes, indeed."
The professor's cock began to stiffen in his pants as he thought about the delights to come. By the time April had left the room, her pert ass wiggling, Travis sported a full-fl-edged hard-on.
He glanced hurriedly at his watch. Approximately ten minutes remained before the students would start arriving for his first lecture of the day. That was just enough time, he decided.
"Miss Peachley, are you out there?" he called toward the open doorway.
From the anteroom beyond, a sweet feminine voice responded, "Yes, Professor!"
"Would you come in, please?"
A full-figured blonde with pouty lips appeared in the doorway. Her platinum hair was swirled high. Clear blue eyes highlighted her babyish features, which made her look young for twenty-five.
Travis was standing beside his desk, and Hope Peachley immediately noticed the distended condition of his pants-front.
"Oh my goodness, Professor, it's up!" she exclaimed.
"Lock the door!" he barked. "Hurry!"
Hope was quick to follow his orders. When she turned again to face him, he was kicking out of his trousers, his stiff cock waggling from the fly of his boxer shorts. A light blush tinted the young woman's cheeks.
"We've got to make this a fast one," Travis said as she approached.
"I shouldn't do it," Hope retorted, "after the way you locked yourself in here with that kid yesterday noon."
"Forget about her," Travis said, and pushed Hope to a kneeling position in front of him.
"And how about the girl who was just here?" Hope asked, looking up. "She got you all horny, didn't she?"
"Shut up!" the professor said, and shot his hips forward.
The bulb of his prick jammed against Hope's soft pink lips, forced its way between them, and became lodged in her mouth. She lowered her lashes and began to suck.
She was a good little secretary, and an even better cocksucker, Travis reflected. He had been thinking of taking her with him until April Prescott had caught his eye. But eighteen beat twenty-five any day of the week. As Travis entered middle-age, youth in his sexual partners became more and more appealing.
He pumped his hips forward and back, stroking his steel-stiff, slippery cock between Hope's soft lips. She made slurping and gurgling sounds. Waves of sensuous delight rolled through Travis, turning his brain giddy.
He pulled his prick from Hope's mouth, causing a moist, popping noise. The shaft flipped upward, and he pressed against her, his cock standing next to her nose. His moist glans nudged a closed, painted eyelid.
Hope kissed the lower portion of his cockshaft. Her lips were like damp velvet caressing him. She pressed her mouth through the fly of his shorts and kissed his balls.
"Hurry-get on my lap!" he ordered.
He moved quickly to his chair, shucking down his shorts and making his cock bounce.
Hope bobbed to her feet. Her legs seemed a trifle unsteady. She lifted her skirt and lacy slip, exposing thighs that tapered to appealing fullness above the bands of her gartered stockings.
Travis insisted that his women wear garters and conventional hose instead of the unerotic pantyhose that had become so popular in recent years. "Take the top of your dress down," he told the flushed, excited girl.
"Yes! Ooh, Professor, this is such a surprise, first thing in the morning!"
"Do you have to call me 'Professor' even when we fuck?" he asked irritably as Hope unfastened and pushed down the top of her dress.
She giggled. "I'm sorry! It's just that I think of you that way."
"And it turns you on, I suppose," he said as he eyed the overloaded cups of her blue brassiere.
She was just an overgrown kid, he thought, getting a kick out of making it with a member of the faculty.
He rather liked that attitude in a coed, but Hope, at her age, ought to have more sense.
She unfastened her bra, unleashing the large globes of her tits. Her breasts bobbed in springy fullness as she tossed the brassiere aside.
Travis grasped her bulging tits. He rolled and squeezed them as Hope once more lifted her skirt and drew down her silken blue panties.
"Oooh, Professor!" she gushed. "That's what turns me on, when you play with my tits that way!"
"How about when I stick my big cock up that sloppy cunt of yours?" he asked, a bit cruelly. "That's the best of all!" she chirped.
"Get on me!" he demanded as he flopped backward into his chair.
Fortunately the chair was straight and had no arms. It seemed to have been designed for the kind of use which Travis and Hope were about to make of it.
Holding her dress and slip high around her middle, exposing her luxuriant bush-blonde but several shades darker than the silvery hair on her head-the secretary straddled her boss's thighs. His cock stuck straight up like a monument to lust.
He gazed at the girl's white belly and at her full, smooth thighs above her stocking tops. His eyes centered on the cleft that opened in her bush of pubic curls. Unfurling little folds of pinkness gleamed.
Hope was wet already, despite the fact that he had scarcely caressed her and hadn't kissed her at all.
Her sucking of his cock had made her that way, he realized.
She grasped his steely cock and aimed it at the gaping, soft mouth of her cunt. She settled onto his bristling cock, and it glided all the way up inside her. She sat on Travis' balls as his big prick throbbed in the warm, oily depths of her cunt.
April's cunt would be so much tighter! he thought.
He shut his eyes and imagined himself fucking the virginal coed as Hope bobbed up and down on his lap.
Travis let her tittles jiggle against his hands as he speared his prick upward, deeply into her.
Perhaps Hope wasn't the tightest, but she was hot and wet. He felt her cunt juice trickling down his cock, moistening his nuts. She swirled her pleasure-giving cunt around him. Travis jabbed into her more fiercely.
"Oooh, Professor!" she cried in lusty excitement. "You're sticking it up so far!"
He squeezed her tits like bulbhorns. He rocked forward and back on the creaking chair.
"Oooh ... Ooooh ... Oooooooh!" the fucking girl bellowed.
"Take it, you slut ... you tramp!" Travis grated.
"Yesss!" she hissed, squirming and bobbing more wildly astride him. "I'm your slut! Oooh, Professor, fuck me ... FUCK MEEEE!"
The classroom seemed to spin around them as Travis sank deeply into her with each upward thrust of his quivering, lust-engorged cock. Her hairy cuntlips seemed to gobble at the base of his prick. Ripples ran up and down her warm, velvety sheath.
Finally Hope squealed and went into orgasm, lurching as her cunt clasped convulsively around the man's twitching cock. His balls shot forth their creamy load of jism, which spurted into her quaking cunt.
"Ooooh, my goodness!" Hope exclaimed, still shaking. "Ooooh ... myyyy ... ProFESSor...!"
She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him, and swiped her silken tits against his face. Travis caught one of the firm, rubbery nipples in his mouth and tugged at it, stretching her pliant tit. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, riding her garter straps.
Abruptly he gave her a slap on the hip. "It's class time!" he announced.
"Oh, shit!" Hope said, and pouted babyishly. "I wish we didn't have to let the bastards in!"
"So do I, baby," Travis said. "But if we didn't, the dean would toss me out on my ass."
Actually Hope annoyed him, now that he had made use of her and gotten the satisfaction he had required. He lost interest in girls rather quickly, as a rule. But he believed that with April Prescott it would take a bit longer.
He thought about that as he watched Hope wipe her cunt with some Kleenex from the box on his desk.
He stood, wiped his cock, and climbed into his pants.
Hope bent to pick up her panties. Her lush tits hung down, swaying in ripe fullness.
"You've got a great set of tits, baby," he commented. "They ought to get you somewhere in life."
"They got me you, didn't they?" she asked, smiling as she held her blue panties in front of her, preparing to step in.
Travis didn't reply.
No woman or girl got him, except when he chose to be had. Then he did the getting in his own way. And when the time came to say goodbye, he did that too.
Hope would find out soon enough.
CHAPTER THREE
The next two weeks passed swiftly for April.
She was kept busy making arrangements to suspend her studies, flying home for a quick visit with her parents to explain things, and buying a wardrobe which would befit her new status as assistant to one of the leading writers and lecturers in the anthropological field.
She and Professor Stone had several conferences. He was always courteous and considerate, carefully explaining everything April wanted to know about her duties during the weeks to come.
When the day to leave with him, by car, finally arrived, she could hardly believe it. They would be driving to his next lecture post, rather than taking a plane, because he had a great many notes and reference books which he would have to bring along, he explained.
She said goodbye to the few close friends she had made at the university, after which she and Travis-she called him by his first name now-drove off in his sedan.
April felt marvelously exhilarated. She was going to learn so much and have such exciting experiences!
The idea of traveling unchaperoned with Travis didn't disturb her. Being wholly devoted to science, as he obviously was, he wouldn't even think of her in a sexual way, April believed. How wonderful it was to know a man who was above such grubby things!
In retrospect, Annie's charge that he had tried to rape her seemed more ludicrous than ever.
Travis and April chatted as they cruised along the highway. He kept glancing warmly at her, and she interpreted the looks as evidence of the very real friendship that had grown between them.
It would take two days for them to reach their destination, which meant they would be spending the night in a motel along the way. April gave little thought to this, because she felt certain it would be uneventful.
Travis picked the place, a small motel on the edge of a metropolitan area.
"No need for you to come in with me," he told April. "I can register for us both."
She was perfectly willing to remain in the car.
When Travis returned from the motel office, he announced, "All they had left was one unit with two bedrooms. I told them it would do. You don't mind, do you?"
A strange sensation toyed with April's nerves. Spending the night in the same unit with Travis was hardly what she'd had in mind. But she quickly assured herself that there was no cause for concern. Travis was a decent, high-minded man.
"It's all right," April told him with a smile.
He parked the car in front of the motel unit they were to occupy and unloaded their luggage. When April entered the place, she discovered that the "two rooms" consisted of a main sleeping area and a curtained alcove. It would be necessary to pass through the main portion of the unit in order to go from the alcove to the john.
"Well, this is cozy!" Travis said as he put down the suitcases.
It was altogether too cozy, April thought.
But she stifled the protest that welled up. What would Travis think of her if she were to indicate she didn't trust him?
Since they had already had dinner, they proceeded immediately to remove from their suitcases the articles they would need for the night. By unspoken agreement, April took the alcove, which had a full-sized bed, while Travis unpacked in the main portion of the room.
"We may as well get right undressed," Travis said, and loosened his tie.
April drew the curtain which divided the two portions of the unit. There was a strange tingling within her as she began to disrobe behind the flimsy divider.
What are you worried about? she scolded herself. With a man like Travis, a curtain is as good as a solid wall.
The fact was, Travis seemed more like her father than like the young men she had dated, some of whom she'd had to fight off in order to maintain her virginity. In actuality, her father was only two or three years older than Travis.
However, April's nervous excitement continued as she took off her blouse, exposing her snugly packed white brassiere. She glanced at the curtain to satisfy herself that it was completely closed. She could hear Travis moving about on the other side.
April removed her skirt, leaving her in a lacy half-slip. Since there was no closet in her portion of the room, she folded her skirt and placed it on a chair, together with her blouse.
She removed her slip.
The lovely young coed presented an enticing picture in filmy white panties, gartered stockings, and bra.
The fluff on her cunt cast a wedge-shaped shadow through the sheer nylon of her panties.
The crack between her pert asscheeks was hazily visible, as well.
As she reached to unhook her brassiere, it occurred to the nervous girl that she hadn't heard any movement on the other side of the curtain for a while. She glanced in that direction and would have sworn the curtain moved.
An air current? she wondered, apprehension growing. But there were no open windows in the room, as far as she knew, and the air-conditioner hadn't been turned on.
She did an ill-considered thing.
"Travis?" she called.
The curtain was swept aside and Travis stood there, clad only in blue polka-dotted shorts. He smiled as he took in April's girlish beauty.
She gasped and quickly extended an arm across her brassiere while pressing a hand against the lower front of her panties.
"I didn't mean for you ... to pull the curtain back!" she panted.
"Oh. I'm sorry." Travis seemed a bit confused, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. He drew the curtain once more. "What did you want?" he called through it.
"I just ... wanted to know where you were. I didn't ... hear anything." The explanation sounded absurd to April's own ears.
"Oh. Well, I'm right here. I was about to take off my shorts."
April was tingling wildly. The realization that Travis had seen her in her panties, stockings and bra made her ashamed. But she was aware that it could have been a great deal worse. She had been about to remove her bra when she had called to him.
Did she dare take her bra off now? Perhaps it would be better if she were to sleep in her underwear.
What a situation! she thought. Why couldn't we have stopped at a motel that had two separate rooms?
The glimpse she'd had of Travis, nearly naked, kept flashing in her mind. There was a lot of hair on his chest, and his middle was flat. He had an excellent physique for a man of his age.
Stop it! April scolded herself. What would Travis think of you if he knew you were paying the slightest attention to his build? He certainly didn't pay any attention to yours!
April decided to postpone the decision of whether to sleep in her undies or in pajamas. She put on a robe over her bra, panties and stockings, then picked up her toothpaste and brush.
"Can I come out?" she called through the curtain.
"Come ahead!" Travis replied.
April pushed the curtain back.
The professor stood in the center of the room, stark naked. April's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open as she stared at the long, meaty cock which hung in front of his dangling balls. Quivering, she turned red as a beet and jerked the curtain closed. Her heart was thumping.
"What's the matter?" Travis called, approaching the curtain. He pulled it open.
"You ... you don't have any clothes on!" April declared stupidly. She had to struggle to keep from looking down at his cock and balls.
"So? Don't tell me a bright girl like you has Victorian hang-ups." Travis grinned amiably. "P-please!" April shut her eyes.
"Oh, come now," Travis soothed.
April was shocked when he put his arms around her and drew her against his naked body. She stiffened.
"You're going to have to get over this foolishness," the professor said gently. "If we're going to be working closely together and living under the same roof, we can't let a little thing like nudity upset us."
He pushed her slightly away from him. "The only way to get over a hang-up is to face right up to it and realize how foolish it is. Let's just take off that robe." He began to push the loosely belted garment off April's shoulders.
"No!" she exclaimed, and clutched at it.
"Are you afraid of me?" Travis asked, as if the idea were preposterous.
"No, but ... "
"Then let's act like intelligent adults, shall we?" He deftly pushed April's robe down her arms. It dropped to puddle around her feet.
Travis' eyes moved casually over the girl's brassiered tits, her panties, and the naked tops of her thighs.
"You certainly have nothing to be ashamed of," he said.
Though intensely embarrassed, April didn't know what to do. The professor had made her feel foolish.
Blushing, she fought to keep her gaze from dropping to his cock.
"Now, just to prove we're not going to be silly about this," he said, "let's take off your bra."
He turned her quickly and unhooked the garment.
April was in utter confusion. Her prudish nature told her what was happening was wrong. But Travis seemed so casual and impersonal about it that she feared he would think her a ninny if she made a fuss.
In amazement she felt the bra slide away, leaving her tits shockingly bare.
From behind her, Travis looked down at the creamy, thrusting orbs which were tipped by reddish darts of passion. He turned her to face him, and her tits jiggled tautly.
April shut her eyes. She felt painfully ashamed.
"This isn't so bad, is it?" Travis asked, and dropped to his knees in front of her. "Now we'll just slip off your panties...." He took hold of the waistband of the flimsy garment.
"NO!" April heatedly exclaimed, and pushed the professor's hands away.
He sighed and rose to his feet. "Very well," he said. "But I'm disappointed in you, April. You struck me as being a very intelligent young woman."
"B-but ... "
"Go ahead to the bathroom," Travis said, giving her a gentle shove in that direction.
Tits bare, asscheeks wiggling in her silken panties, April blushingly hurried to the john. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it. Her heart was thumping riotously. She felt hot all over.
My goodness, what's happening to me? she thought. What have I gotten myself into?
Since Travis hadn't seemed the least bit excited, April blamed only herself for her embarrassment. He obviously took a much more liberal attitude than she toward nudity, but that didn't mean he had any lascivious thoughts about her. She was the one who saw something dirty in being naked.
But how could she change her attitude? And if she didn't, how could she and Travis possibly get along, living and working in close quarters with each other?
She brushed her teeth, trying to suppress the conflicting thoughts and feelings that thronged her mind.
When she had finished, the problem arose as to how she was going to return to her portion of the motel unit without suffering additional torment. She could wrap a bathtowel around herself, but Travis would think that was silly.
The only thing to do, she decided, was to walk right out and try to be as casual as he was. Sex wasn't involved here, after all. It was just a question of embarrassment over showing one's body.
Trembling, April opened the bathroom door. Travis was standing next to his bed, winding his alarm clock. He was still naked.
What a big, long cock he has! April thought.
This was followed by a new surge of shame.
Dirty girl! she called herself. He's paying no attention to YOU!
She hurried around his bed, heading for the alcove where she was to sleep. She was aware that her tits were jiggling, and she knew how sheer her panties were.
"Wait a minute!" Travis said, just as she was about to step into the alcove.
Hesitantly April turned to face him. She wanted to place an arm in front of her naked tits, but was afraid this would make her seem even more foolish.
"It occurs to me," Travis said, looking only at her face, "that we're going to have to get off on the right foot immediately, or we may as well call a halt to our relationship right away. I want that curtain to remain open all night. Maybe by morning, when I haven't bothered you, you'll be convinced that I'm not a dirty old man, and we'll be able to relax with each other."
"I ... I don't think you're ... a dirty old man!" April said.
"Well, you've been acting as if you do." Travis' eyes twinkled in what appeared to be amusement. "I dare you to slip your panties off-right here in front of me."
"Travis, I CAN'T!"
"Then you must believe I have dirty thoughts about you."
"No! B-but you're a man, and I'm a ... girl."
"Yes, I've noticed that." Travis chuckled.
"And it isn't decent for us...." April stopped in confusion, realizing that she was about to confirm Travis' charge.
"Not decent for us to be naked in front of each other, hmm?" he said. "Oh, April, I'm afraid you are hopelessly mid-Victorian. This is never going to do."
The girl saw her wonderful opportunity to work with a learned and famous man slipping away. She swallowed her shame and stripped her panties down. She felt Travis' eyes tickle her furry cunt as she stepped from the silken briefs.
"Toss them here," Travis said, extending his hand.
Blushing furiously, April tossed him her panties. "Now that's much better," he said. "It's clean and honest. Get into bed."
The embarrassed girl turned and scurried to her bed, conscious that her asscheeks were wiggling. She slipped between the sheets as deftly as possible, trying to keep from showing any more of her nudity than she could help. But she was aware that Travis had seen nearly all of her by that time-all but the slitted softness of her cunt.
He stood, still smiling faintly, as she settled herself in bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. She couldn't help sweeping her gaze downward on his nude body. Her eyes popped even wider when she noticed that his cock had lengthened and was standing slightly forward from his large, hairy balls.
Travis noted the direction of her gaze.
Grinning, he took hold of his semi-turgid cock and waggled it. "Don't let this bother you," he said. "Every healthy man reacts to the sight of a beautiful girl. There's nothing dirty about that. It's natural."
When Travis let go of his cock, the thing stood stiffly forward.
April was so shocked, she didn't know what to say. Her nerves were giving her fits.
"You know," Travis said thoughtfully, a faint smile still clinging to his lips, "it might be a good idea if I were to climb into bed with you. If I were to do that, and we didn't make love, it would convince you of my good intentions, wouldn't it?"
"DON'T!" April cried, clutching the covers around her neck.
"You don't believe I could get into bed beside you and not screw you, is that it?"
Screw! He had used that awful word!
"Don't you dare!" April said, shaking.
Travis sighed, and his cock lapsed. "All right, April. Get dressed and I'll take you to the nearest bus station. If you keep thinking of me as a potential rapist, we'll never get along."
"B-but ... Travis!"
April was on the horns of a painful dilemma. She still wanted to work as the professor's assistant. And she still trusted him-at least, she thought she did. But she felt she couldn't let a man, regardless of how pure his intentions, get into bed with her. That was sinful!
"Go on, get up," he directed sadly.
"I ... I don't want to leave," April murmured. "Then will you let me get into bed with you?"
"Oh, please!
Why are you making things so difficult for me?"
"Because you're a prude, April, and I can't tolerate that. Decency is one thing; prudishness is altogether different. We can treat each other decently without being prudish about it."
"But to ... get into bed together!"
"That's the most horrible thing you can imagine, isn't it?" Travis said. "All right. Get up and get dressed."
"Ooh, Travis!" she exclaimed, obviously tormented by the decision he was forcing her to make.
"Well?" Standing next to the bed, he stared down at her. His expression had become stern.
"D-do you promise that you ... won't touch me?"
"I don't promise anything," he said. "Either you trust me or you don't. That's what this is all about."
"All right!" April said finally. "You can ... lie down here."
His eyes brightened. "Toss back the covers."
April hesitated for a final moment, then swept the covers away. She was revealed in all her girlish beauty.
Travis climbed onto the bed. April, her heart, thudding, slid to the opposite edge of the mattress so that her side was pressed against the wall. The man stretched out beside her. He drew the covers up.
"Now, this isn't so awful, is it?" he asked gently. "N-no. I guess not." April's throat felt so tight, she could hardly speak.
Travis reached and turned out the lamp on the stand next to the bed. The alcove remained dimly illuminated from a lamp that burned in the other section of the divided room.
"Go to sleep now," Travis said.
Sleep? That was the last thing in the world April would be able to do, with a naked man lying in bed beside her.
"You're not going to ... stay here all night, are you?" she asked tremulously.
"Why not?"
"Because I ... won't be able to sleep this way. Ooh, Travis, it isn't right!"
He was staring at her from his pillow.
Suddenly he exclaimed, "I've had enough of this foolishness!"
He whipped the covers down and over the foot of the bed. Before April could comprehend what was happening, he rolled over to straddle her.
Kneeling astride her middle, he gazed down at her shocked, blushing face. Her blue eyes were wide, her pink lips parted. Her lustrous black hair was fanned out over the pillow.
Travis flattened himself atop her. She felt his hard cock standing upright between their bellies as his determined mouth clamped onto hers. He sucked up her sweetness, his tongue lapping between her lips.
April was horrified.
The man she had looked up to and trusted had suddenly turned into a lustful monster, intent upon robbing her of the most precious thing she possessed-her virginity.
There could no longer be the slightest doubt about his evil intentions. April had fallen into his trap, and now she was at his mercy.
She began to struggle, but she proved no match for the strong, vigorous man as he lay atop her, holding her body immobile, his legs pinning hers to the bed. He grasped her arms and held them immobile as well. She couldn't even toss her head because of the pressure he was exerting against her mouth, pressing her against the pillow.
His slimy tongue kept dipping and twisting in her mouth. Saliva drooled off his tongue, and April was forced to swallow it.
Even more distressing than Travis' treatment of her-terrible as that was-was the response which his treatment was evoking in her own naked body. April had never been in such an intimate situation with a male before, and wasn't prepared for the storm which the pressure of his naked body and his kiss had touched off within her. Heat radiated throughout her body. Her nerves danced.
But her mind was filled with revulsion over his shameful assault, and she hated him for his betrayal of her trust.
His moist mouth slid off hers, down over her chin and along her swan-like throat.
April panted, "Stop it! I'll ... scream!"
Ignoring her threat, Travis basketed her luscious titties in his hands and began swabbing his wet tongue back and forth across her turgid, upthrust nipples.
April gasped at the delightful sensations that coursed through her. She had never had her tits licked before. They had never even been touched by a boy or man.
Travis sucked a tingling nipple into his mouth and bathed it in his saliva as he drew gently, his lips skidding against the rim of her crinkled aureole. His hand pressed and rolled her other titty, kneading it like bread dough.
She was shockingly aware of his hard cock sticking upward between their bodies. The bone-like but very warm organ seemed to burn right through the wall of her belly.
Travis raised his head and backed up, still straddling her legs so that she couldn't kick or roll over. His head was near her middle. He had let go of her arms some time ago so that he could play with her tits, but April didn't think about hitting him. Her arms lay against the mattress. She panted and gasped, amazed by the strange and shocking sensations that throbbed through her.
Travis began to lick her belly.
"No ... no ... no...." she panted, squirming, but still not striking him.
His chin scraped her cunt hair. He licked lower.
April was shocked more intensely than ever as the man's tongue began scouring through her black cuntal curls. Her middle humped uncontrollably. Again. Her nerves were literally jumping.
Travis deftly shifted his knees so that they were wedged between April's legs. He grasped her at the backs of her knees and spread her legs wide apart, lifting them in the air.
She realized with intense shame that he was staring at her wide-open crotch. He could see everything she had!
To the jaded middle-aged man, this close-up of her virginal, eighteen-year-old cunt was a rare experience. Though he was constantly surrounded by young women at the campuses where he lectured, the ones he'd had an opportunity to view in this way were not virgins and weren't nearly as desirable as the luscious young thing who now lay before him.
Travis impressed upon his memory the sight of her soft, slightly parted cuntal slit, edged by adorable black hairs. Pink, moist flesh gleamed from between her pussy's outer folds.
Boosting April's legs even higher in the air and spreading them wider apart, Travis let his eyes trace the scattering of tiny black curls that extended downward from her cunt to encircle the tight, puckered indentation of her asshole.
That was the cutest, most enticing asshole he had ever seen!
Surrendering to a madly lascivious urge, he bent and swiped his wet tongue across the delightful dimple.
April's asshole tingled as the awful man licked it. "Ooooh!" she exclaimed. Travis continued licking upward until he had buried his tongue between the outer lips of her cunt and was swabbing the hard, hot head of her clit. April spasmed. She saw stars.
Though she hated what was happening to her, to fight was out of the question because what Travis was doing felt so good! She had never even imagined such luscious thrills.
The thrills mounted as Travis' eager tongue plowed the rosy folds of her cunt. She gasped and quivered.
She moaned.
Travis licked up and down her slippery cuntlips, working in and out. Finally he concentrated on her tingling clitoris, licking-then sucking it-until April thought she would go mad from the strange tension that was building within her.
Suddenly the tension broke, and she was flooded by blissful warmth. She bucked and squirmed. The sensation was delectable, like nothing she had felt or even imagined before.
The man raised his head. He let April's legs relax against the bed. As he straightened in a kneeling position, the confused young girl stared at his rigidly projecting cock. The bulb-headed organ was standing very high and hard. Its slitted tip was wet with the clear fluid he had exuded.
"No!" April exclaimed as she stared wide-eyed at his cock. "Ooh God, noooh!"
"Yes!" Travis contradicted. "I'm going to turn you into a woman!"
Face to face with the crisis she had dreaded for years, April responded with a sudden burst of resistance that took Travis by surprise. Kicking and beating at him, she managed to topple him off her. She scooted from the bed and stood panting in the center of the room, her firm young titties heaving up and down.
"Bitch!" Travis snarled from the bed.
Letting out a little wail, April snatched her panties from the floor where he had dropped them. She swept the rest of her clothes off the chair where she had placed them earlier, and ran to the john. She shut and locked the door behind her.
She leaned against it, shutting her eyes, trying to calm herself.
"April?" Travis' soft voice came through the door. "I'm sorry. Truly I am. Please forgive me." April didn't reply.
"I had no right to treat you that way," Travis went on. "I'll never do it again. Don't leave me. I need you."
April didn't know what to do.
Travis had revealed himself to be a man like any other, motivated by lust. But if he really would respect her from then on, perhaps she could continue to work for him. She still wanted to learn what he could teach her about the science in which they both were involved. Besides that, she had told her parents and all her friends that she would be working with him, and it would make her a laughing stock if she were to run home or back to the university so soon.
She refused to admit that deep down inside she had thrilled wildly over the way he had treated her. It had been shocking and shameful, but it had shaken her to the marrow of her bones.
"You can come out," Travis said. "I promise not to touch you."
April looked down at the clothes she was holding in her hands. It seemed a little foolish to get dressed, only to go back to bed.
She unlocked the door. Then, pressing her panties against the dark, furry wedge of her cunt, and holding the rest of her clothes in front of her tits, she opened the door to confront Travis.
He was still naked. And, surprisingly, his cock was still erect.
April gazed at the fearsome thing with dismay.
"I'm sorry about this," Travis said, indicating his erection. "But it just won't go down. You could take care of it for me, if you would."
April backed up. "You promised!"
"I didn't mean we should have intercourse. You could use your hand on me."
"What do you mean?"
"Masturbate me," Travis said. "Put your hand around my cock and pump it up and down until I go off."
It sounded filthy to April. But the idea quickly occurred to her that it might be a smart defensive move on her part. After she had calmed Travis in that fashion, he wouldn't be so apt to attack her again.
"I don't want to do it," April said. "But I will if you insist."
"That's my sweet little girl," Travis murmured. His attitude had become almost tender.
"Wh-where shall we do it?" April asked, quivering.
"In the bathroom," Travis said. "Over the tub. Then there won't be a mess."
The whole thing seemed sordid, but April had decided that she must go along. She turned toward the john, oblivious at the moment that she was showing Travis her bare ass.
He followed her into the bathroom, then took the clothing from her hands. Except for her silken panties, he laid the things on top of the toilet.
Holding April's panties in his hands, he stepped up to the bathtub.
"Now stand beside me," he directed, "and pump my prick. Don't squeeze it too hard and don't pump too fast. Slowly and steadily gives the best effect."
April had heard that young men masturbated, but she had never imagined a middle-aged man doing it.
Still, it seemed a solution to Travis' problem which would benefit them both.
She moved up beside him and took hold of his cock.
The thing was amazingly hard as it stuck stiffly forward from his hairy bush. April began to slide her encircling fingers up and down on the firm, thrusting shaft.
Travis held up her panties, suspending the waist elastic between his hands. He stared at the intimate, silky garment.
April thought this was strange, but she didn't say anything. She just kept pumping his cock.
She felt humiliated, but what she was doing was a lot better than being screwed-as Travis had so lewdly put it.
He began breathing hard and writhed on the balls of his feet. His stiff cock twisted in April's grasp. Her hand kept gliding up and down, up and down on his cock.
She was becoming strangely aroused herself, but she refused to admit it. She told herself that the act was disgusting. Still she continued.
As Travis became more excited, he did something unexpected that shocked the young woman: He pressed her nylon panties to his face.
Kissing and audibly sniffing at her undies in a way that further shamed April, he began to thrust his big cock into the gliding semicircle of her hand. He grunted. He growled.
"Now faster!" he husked, panting.
April frigged him with quick strokes.
Holding her panties against his nose and mouth, the middle-aged professor drove his hips forward. The bulb of his prick swelled and turned red as a ripe tomato. From its end a milky spurt of jism shot out to splatter on the tiled wall above the bathtub.
April stopped stroking.
"No!" the man cried. "Keep jacking me off!" April resumed briskly stroking his cock.
He spurted again and again, his cum stroking the wall and dribbling down. It made a slimy mess on the tilework.
Finally Travis was through ejaculating, and his cock softened in April's hand.
"Can I ... let go of it now?" she asked, shaken. "Yes, dear," he murmured, then sighed deeply. April took her hand away from his moist, relaxing cock. She felt cheap and soiled.
Professor Travis Stone was no longer the idol he had first seemed in April's eyes. But her fear of him had passed. Though he had humiliated her, she felt she would get over it and that she could continue working with him. But she resolved never to share living quarters with him again.
She got into her pajamas and sat up in bed, eyes open, until she heard Travis begin to snore in his bed across the darkened room. Then she settled down and dropped off to sleep.
* * *
She was dreaming. Or, at least, she seemed to be.
Something was happening which she couldn't comprehend. She was aware of a certain discomfort.
She tried to make a sound, but couldn't get it out. There was an obstruction. There was pressure. April's eyes popped open, and she stared up at Travis in the dimness. He was kneeling astride her neck.
He had something in her mouth!
"Ghaawwgh!" the amazed girl said around the mouth-stuffing object.
It was his cock in her mouth, the girl realized with horror. His filthy, filthy cock! He had it jammed against her tongue, the stiff shaft holding her jaws wide apart.
A wave of nausea swept April. But Travis' threat to kill her was reverberating in her mind. This, coupled with the awful shock of what he was doing, froze all physical responses, and she didn't retch.
Travis began to pump his meaty prick up and down between the girl's stretched lips.
She was utterly dismayed.
As she remained immobile, the subtle but tangy scent of Travis' cock flooded her nostrils, and its salty taste titillated the buds on her tongue. The stroking of Travis' cock, in and out of her mouth, excited the highly responsive nerves of her lips.
Her eyes began misting over. They slipped out of focus, crossing as she stared up the meaty shaft to the hairy bush behind it.
There was something about the near-darkness in the room, coupled with the apparent helplessness of her situation that produced a strange lassitude. April let her eyes fall closed. She concentrated on the steady thrusts of the thick, elongated object that was plowing her tongue and stroking her lips. She tried to reject the realization that it was Travis' nasty prick-but this, of course, was impossible. As a result, she felt degraded. Still, her odd sense of pleasure grew.
Travis was working intently, fucking her mouth in measured strokes. But he carefully avoided jamming his cock too far back on her tongue, so that she wouldn't gag. After a while he paused and rotated his hips, twisting his knob-ended cock in April's mouth before resuming the steady in-and-out strokes.
By that time she had become accustomed to the taste and scent of the wet cock, and she had lost her impulse to retch. Another impulse, totally unexpected, was growing. Keeping her eyes shut and trying to avoid thinking of what she was doing, April gave in to the new impulse: She tightened her lips on the slippery cock which was stroking between them ... and she began to suck.
The sucking heightened her pleasure. It seemed to satisfy a need deeply buried within her.
She heard Travis groan, and he stroked his prick faster between her lips. She made a voluptuous sound which was muffled by her mouthful of cock.
Suddenly Travis pulled his prick free.
April opened her eyes just in time to see creamy jism leap from the end of his cock, which he was pointing down at her tits. The cum splattered over her boobies.
She moaned beneath the shower of jism.
After Travis was through ejaculating, he bent and kissed her. Then he carefully climbed off and returned moments later with some tissue which he used to wipe his cum away.
He kissed April again.
She didn't say anything. Her body was strangely tingling. Her mind swirled with conflicting thoughts and emotions which she couldn't begin to resolve.
She felt guilty for having submitted to the man's debasing treatment. But then she told herself that she'd had no choice.
Travis had returned to his own bed, and the room was dark and quiet. April pulled down the top of her pajamas, which Travis had pushed up to her armpits, and she covered herself. She shut her eyes and tried not to think of anything.
Soon she went back to sleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
April was the first to arise. Travis was still asleep when she tiptoed to the john, carrying the fresh clothes she was going to put on.
She tried to tell herself that what had happened during the night was only a dream-but this wouldn't work. She remembered it all too vividly. Particularly she remembered that she had derived pleasure from having Travis' filthy cock in her mouth, and this produced a flood of shame.
She bathed thoroughly and got dressed.
Travis was awake but still in bed when she returned to the other room.
"Well, you look bright and chipper!" he said with a grin. His graying hair was tousled, and his face wore a stubble of beard.
April didn't speak to him, but walked directly to the alcove where she had slept. She drew the curtain.
Sitting and waiting for Travis to bathe, shave, and get dressed, she had plenty of time to think. Her choice was clear: She could retain her job as Travis' assistant, while making certain that they never shared the same sleeping quarters again, or she could quit immediately and take a bus home. She couldn't go back to the university and face the taunts of the other students.
Though April had lost her respect for Travis as a man, she remained aware that she could learn a lot from him in an academic way. Furthering her studies was the most important thing in her life. She decided to stay on as his assistant, but she resolved to be wary of him every moment when they were alone.
She felt fortunate in one respect, as far as their personal relationship was concerned: She had lasted through the night with her virginity intact. It had been a narrow escape!
When she joined Travis to go out for breakfast, he said nothing about the shocking occurrences of the night before. This suited April. She wanted to try to forget the whole thing, if that was possible.
They resumed their drive to the city where Travis was to conduct his next series of lectures. When they arrived, April accompanied him to the university campus and assisted with the arrangements. By telephone she made reservations for separate rooms in a nearby hotel.
Travis said or did nothing suggestive, and gradually April relaxed her guard. Their first night at the hotel passed without incident. Travis didn't even come to her room.
The next day, at the university, April helped prepare his lecture notes. She sat in the back of the classroom while he talked and learned a great deal from the discussion.
After the class had filed out, she walked up to Travis' desk.
"Well, how did I do?" he asked, grinning up at her.
"Very well," she replied, returning his smile. "The class seemed interested. I think they got a lot out of it."
"I hope so," Travis said, and patted her on the ass.
April's bouncy asscheeks tingled, and she backed away. She gazed scornfully at her boss.
The pleasant spell had been broken.
There were no further incidents that disturbed April until the afternoon of Travis' final lecture, on his fifth day at the university. She had just helped him carry his books and lecture notes back to his hotel room, and he offered her a drink.
"No, thank you," she said, and turned to leave. "Don't you ever drink?" he asked.
"I tried some beer once and didn't like it," she admitted.
"You'd like Scotch and water," he said. "I guarantee that."
"No," April said firmly.
"You're a regular little saint," Travis taunted.
"I don't do things that I think are bad," April said. "Now if you'll excuse me ... "
"Remember that night you sucked my cock?" April stared at the grinning man. How she hated him!
"I've been trying to forget that," she snapped. Her cheeks were red from embarrassment and anger.
"Well, I haven't forgotten," Travis said. "I'd like to have you do it again."
"Oh, no!" April heatedly declared. She whirled and started to leave the room.
Travis lunged at her, catching her in a firm grip around the waist. As she gasped and struggled futilely, he dragged her across the room and threw her onto the bed.
April was dismayed. Her relations with Travis had proceeded so smoothly during the last few days that she hadn't been prepared for anything like this.
She tried to get up, but Travis knelt beside her, holding her down.
"In class today, there was a girl in the front row who sat with her legs parted," he said. "She wore a short slip, and she didn't have any panties on. She gave me a hard-on right in the middle of my lecture."
"Your hard-ons are no concern of mine!" April said, surprising herself by her momentary lapse into coarseness. "Now let me up!"
"I will if you'll take care of me."
"Travis!" she exclaimed. "Do you want to spoil everything?"
"No," he said, amiably enough. "I just want to get a little fun out of life. We can't be serious all the time."
"Well, you're not going to have any fun at my expense!" April said haughtily, and resumed struggling.
Travis held her firmly against the bed. "How about you having a little fun, too? I'd love to eat your cunt."
April was insulted not only by his suggestion, but by the vulgar way in which he had put it.
"Travis, I'm going to quit you and go home if you don't let me up this minute!" she said, her cheeks pink.
"So that's what I've got to contend with," he replied. "Every time I do some little thing you don't like, you're going to threaten to quit, hmm?"
"I'm not just threatening," April said. "I mean it!"
"Well, we'll see what you feel like doing, after I show you some affection."
Travis pushed her skirt up. April writhed and struck at him, but he quickly renewed his grip on her arms, holding her against the mattress. He stared at the stockings that stopped midway up her thighs, revealing bare, creamy flesh. Pressed against her thighs were white garter straps that disappeared from view beneath her silken pink panties.
April was horrified. It seemed that the humiliation she had suffered in the motel was being forced on her again.
She began to kick her stocking-sheathed legs. But since Travis was kneeling at her side, she couldn't effectively reach him with her feet. Her panty-clad ass bounced on the mattress.
Travis let go of her arms and grasped the top of her panties. She hit him and continued to kick. But she couldn't keep him from pulling her panties off.
He tossed them onto the floor next to the bed and grasped her legs behind the knees. As before, he boosted her legs high in the air, bending her like a pretzel and making it impossible for her to protect herself. He spread her legs wide apart.
The entire luscious region between her thighs was spread open to him, and he took quick advantage of it.
Almost before April knew what was happening, his face was pressed into her girlishly fragrant crotch, and he was licking fervently. The tormentingly pleasurable sensations made her brain reel. Though she felt abused and humiliated, the will to resist was sapped from her muscles.
Soon Travis was able to lower her legs so that her feet rested on the mattress, and he slid his hands to the tops of her thighs. His thumbs circled her thighs and drew open the hair-bordered, velvet lips of her cunt. He licked the succulent, moist flesh within.
April thought she would go out of her mind.
What Travis was doing was unspeakably nasty, yet she couldn't help thrilling to it. She gasped and whimpered, biting her lip. Her crotch convulsively bucked against the man's licking, sucking mouth.
Oh, why does he torture me this way? she thought agonizingly.
As her nerves jumped and her muscles spasmed responsively, April felt a heightening of tension, as if a rubber band within her were being stretched farther and farther. Just when it seemed that the rubber band was about to snap, Travis stopped licking her cunt and raised his head.
"Now take care of me!" he ordered, and assumed a kneeling position next to her head.
April stared at the grotesquely distended condition of his trousers.
"Go ahead!" he demanded. "Open my pants."
"No!" April exclaimed.
Rather than argue with her, Travis did it himself. He quickly freed his aroused cock, and the thing stuck out and upward from his fly. It was heavily veined. The rosy head bulged.
Staring at his massive cock in dismay, April breathed in its subtle fragrance. She recalled how it had tasted and smelled when she'd had it in her mouth. She recalled how it had felt stroking between her lips ... rubbing against her tongue....
She shut her eyes.
She knew, without admitting it, what Travis would do. She felt the bed shaking as he removed his pants and shorts. The next thing she felt was him climbing astride her as he had done at the motel-straddling her neck. She wasn't surprised.
She was thrilled.
But at the same time, she was intensely offended.
Travis pushed his cock between her soft lips, wiggling and pressing, forcing her to open her mouth and take in the spongy cockhead. It depressed her tongue, as before, and his horny shaft held her lips wide apart.
Telling herself she shouldn't do it, but doing it nonetheless, she tightened her lips behind the collar of Travis' cock. She sucked and licked at the flavorful prick.
"Pump your lips on it!" Travis directed, breathing hard.
April began arching her head upward from the pillow, gliding her encircling lips along the spit-slick cockshaft. Travis stroked gently at the same time. He groaned with pleasure as he fucked the face of the pretty eighteen-year-old.
His pleasure was more intense this time, because April was responding from the first. With her eyes shut, she was rhythmically raising and lowering her head, taking more and more of his stroking cock into her mouth. His balls bumped her chin. His fat glans rubbed along her tongue, but Travis was careful to keep from pushing it so far back that it would make her gag.
The tangy scent and taste of his cock made April's senses swirl. She kept gulping the essence that oozed from his juicy cockhead. She became more and more excited.
Suddenly Travis speeded up, fucking her mouth with fiendish glee. She groaned around his meaty cock and lunged more vigorously against the pumping rod. She gave herself over to the lewd act with abandon, feeling humiliated and ashamed, but unable to check her surprising surge of passion.
Travis pulled his prick from her mouth.
"Aaarrrgh!" he grunted, and the wet, waving cock expelled a vigorous spurt of jism.
The milky fluid shot directly toward April's face. She managed to shut her eyes to protect them, and the cum struck her eyelids, nose and lips. She was revolted. She didn't dare open her eyes, for fear of getting the slimy stuff inside.
A second burst of warm, musk-scented man cream struck her, this time fully on the mouth. She felt the cum dribble down her chin and cheek. She moaned without parting her lips. Again Travis shot, blasting more jism into her face. The girl felt miserably debased. She tried to twist away, to get out of range of the awful ejaculation.
However, Travis was finished by that time, and he backed off.
"What a picture you are!" he said as he watched the cum dribble over her eyelids, cheeks and chin.
April began to rub blindly at her face, trying to rid herself of the slime.
Travis went into the bathroom and returned with a damp washcloth and a towel. He helped April cleanse herself.
"That was a disgusting thing to do!" she exclaimed.
"Sorry," Travis replied, a bit shame-faced. "But it didn't hurt you. Your haughtiness bugged me."
"Where are my pants?" April asked, glancing around.
"Here." Travis picked her pink panties off the floor and handed them to her.
She quickly fitted her legs into them and squirmed, pulling the silky undergarment up. She pushed her skirt down and got off the bed. She was blushing.
"I'll see you for dinner," Travis said as she started for the door.
"I'm going to eat alone," she sniffed.
"Now, don't be like that," the professor said gently. "We still have to get along together."
"No, we don't!" April declared, facing him. "I'm quitting. I'll take the bus home tomorrow morning."
Travis' face hardened. "That again-that quitting crap!"
"I mean it this time," April said. "You don't even need to pay me what I have coming. As a matter-of-fact, I wouldn't take it!" She reached for the doorknob.
"Look ... I'm going to take a side trip to an Indian reservation near here. There are some archeological digs that I want to look over. You might as well come along. It will be highly educational."
April wavered. At any other time she would have jumped at the chance to tour such a site with a knowledgeable man like Travis.
Noting her indecision, he said, "Some ancient artifacts have been unearthed. They suggest the existence of an early tribe that hasn't been identified."
"Wh-when are you going?" April asked.
"Tomorrow. I have no lectures scheduled for a few days." He smiled. "Come on, April. I'll try to be good.
I promise."
He had promised before and not kept his word. But on the other hand, he had treated her quite well until just today.
Also, April had gained a certain confidence in her ability to deal with him. The masturbations, though offensive, hadn't hurt her, she decided. Even if she had to do that for him again, she supposed she could tolerate it. He surely must realize by now, she thought, that she would never do anything else with him.
"All right, Travis," she said. "I'll go with you. But I'm not saying I'll stay on after that."
"Understood," the professor said simply. "Now, how about dinner?"
"I'd rather eat alone tonight," April replied. "What time do you want to leave in the morning?"
"Oh, eightish."
"I'll be ready," the young woman promised, and left the room.
She might have changed her mind about accompanying Travis on the side trip if she could have seen the look of smug satisfaction that spread across his face.
CHAPTER FIVE
The entrance to the Wahpatachee reservation was marked by a wooden post which bore a faded sign, nailed at a tilt. At that point the graded road became a dirt trail which bore more footprints of men and horses than tracks of cars.
April gazed at the desolate landscape and wondered aloud, "How many people live out here?"
"Very few," Travis replied as he guided his car slowly over the rutted road. "The Wahpatachees are a declining tribe."
"We've seen scarcely half a dozen people since we turned off the highway."
"We're not likely to see many more, either," Travis said. "The digs are up in those hills." He pointed.
"Nobody lives near them. The Indians are afraid of the spirits that they believe live there."
April became apprehensive. "Surely there's a caretaker or someone."
"There's a caretaker's house. Just a shack, really. We'll occupy that."
"The caretaker isn't around?"
"Not now. Digging has been suspended for the last few months. Lack of funds."
"B-but the artifacts you mentioned-surely someone must be guarding them."
"There's no need. Who would want to steal them? They have no market value."
Travis gave the worried girl a faint smile.
April was sorry that she had agreed to come. As interesting as the archeological finds might be, she didn't relish the idea of being stranded in such a desolate spot, alone with Travis.
"H-how long do you plan to stay here?" she asked.
"Oh, a day or two. Maybe three."
"B-but ... "
"You'll find it highly stimulating," he promised.
They reached an intersection with another dirt road, this one obviously less well traveled than the road they were on. Travis turned toward the brown, brooding hills.
The landscape was baked by a harsh sun, but inside the air-conditioned car April didn't feel the warmth.
Because her traveling wardrobe hadn't included clothes for such a sojourn as this, she wore a skirt and blouse with nylons. Travis was dressed in slacks and an open-necked white shirt.
They passed no one on the side road. Looking around, April saw no signs of human existence. Her apprehension deepened.
She wanted to ask Travis to turn around and take her back to the city. But she knew such a request would be futile.
"How much farther do we have to go?" she asked.
"Another mile or so." Travis pointed. "There! See that outcropping of rock? The digs are at the base of it."
April stared at the rock ledge and at the area below, which gradually came into view as the car's winding course brought her closer. A shallow excavation pit was revealed, along with a crude little house at its edge. Near the house was a sheet-metal shed. And that was all.
Travis brought his car to a stop next to the unpainted frame dwelling. He cut the engine.
"Well, let's get out," he said, and opened his door.
April hesitantly followed suit, and the midday heat hit her like breath from a furnace.
"Goodness!" she exclaimed, getting out of the car. "It must be a hundred and ten degrees!"
"Probably," Travis admitted. "We won't go into the house just yet, because that will be warm, too.
There's a cave underneath the ledge. It goes quite a distance back into the mountain. It'll be cool in there."
"You've been here before?" April asked as she followed the older man to the cave's mouth.
"Oh, yes. But not since the latest discoveries were made."
April began to perspire before reaching the cave. She felt a moistness between her tits and on the inner slopes of her thighs, above her stockings.
The cave was dark and forbidding. Travis noted April's expression as she stared at the mysterious maw.
He smiled.
"There are lanterns inside," he said. "Come along." He took April's arm.
They entered the cave and were immediately surrounded by cooler air. Travis found a lantern hanging on a metal peg driven into the cave's wall. He took matches from his pocket and lit the light.
"We'll stay in here," he explained, "until the sun drops low in the sky. Then we'll be able to do some exploring of the digs."
"I-I'm afraid," April admitted.
Travis chuckled. "There's no reason to be."
They walked deeper into the mountain, and the temperature dropped to a very comfortable level. They reached a spot where straw had been strewn on the cave's floor, evidently to provide a cool resting place for the people who had worked the diggings.
"Let's sit here," the professor suggested. He hung the lantern on a peg in the wall.
April looked around. One wall of the cave was damp, with tiny rivulets trickling down it. A little stream gurgled along the base of the wall, gradually draining into the rocks.
"Farther back we can climb up to the spring," Travis said. "That's where we'll get our drinking water.
There's even a pool where we can bathe." Bathing in that cave with Travis present was one of the last things April would have considered doing.
He dropped onto the straw.
"Well, don't just stand there," he said with a grin. "Make yourself comfortable."
"Travis, I don't like this," April announced. "I want to go back."
"Are you crazy? We just got here. Come on-don't be a scaredy-pants!"
He grasped April by an arm and drew her down onto the straw beside him.
Her heart was thumping rapidly. This was due to fear, rather than to any sexual excitement. She stared at Travis as though she had never seen him before.
"We've got a little time to kill," he said. "Why don't we get better acquainted?"
"Wh-what do you mean?" the young virgin asked, fearing she knew.
"April...." he began gently, "this is like a world of our own. There's no one to tell us what we should or shouldn't do. No one will disturb us. We can be completely natural with each other."
"I don't want to be natural!" April protested, and started to get up.
Travis grasped her and pushed her back onto the straw. She gasped.
Travis loomed over her. "You may as well know the truth. I didn't come out here to look at the diggings. I just wanted to get you alone."
April's blue eyes widened. Terror clutched at her throat.
"It's been driving me out of my mind, having you so close these last few days and not being able to possess you!" Travis said heatedly, his eyes glinting in the lantern's glow. "Now I'm going to make you give in to me!"
"Nooooh!" April wailed. She began to struggle.
Moving suddenly, Travis swung his arm and struck her across the side of the face. Her cheek stung as her head was driven into the straw.
The lean, powerful man leaped astride her. Before April could make a move to stop him, he clutched the neckline of her blouse and yanked it, splitting the fabric from her throat to her waist. Exposed was her pink brassiere and the soft inner slopes of her titties. The cleavage between the cream-colored mounds was deep and alluring.
"PLEASE! Ooh, God!" April cried, and crossed her arms over her partially bared tits.
This made it easy for Travis to yank the waistband of her skirt, breaking the fasteners. He backed up and let her kick as he pulled the skirt off her. Her flimsy slip became bunched about her middle, and her long, luscious legs were totally exposed. Above the dark bands of her stockings, which encircled the fullness of her thighs, April's bare flesh was smooth and creamy. Her bicycling gyrations, with legs lifted, exposed her pink panties where they cuddled the undercurves of her asscheeks and were creased in her crotch. White garter straps traveled from under the leg elastics of her panties, pressing her succulent thighs as they tightly cinched the tops of her stockings.
Travis bobbed to his feet to escape the girl's frenzied kicking. His cock hardened in his trousers as he stared at her undie-clad loveliness.
April was in no frame of mind merely to lie there and furnish a spectacle to titillate his lust. She struggled to her feet.
Travis stood between her and the mouth of the cave, which was marked by a circle of light in the distant darkness. April tensely speculated about how she might get past him to reach it.
The tall, lean professor grinned as he hunched slightly forward in the lantern glow. He seemed to be enjoying April's torment as he anticipated her desperate attempt to reach freedom.
Suddenly she feinted to her right, causing Travis to lean in that direction. When he was off-balance, she streaked to her left. He recovered sufficiently to touch her with a grasping hand as she passed. His fist clutched the filmy fabric of her pink, lacy slip.
April squirmed, and the half-slip skidded from her hips. Plunging forward, she broke Travis' grip on the garment. But by that time its elastic was wound about her legs and constituted an impediment. April let the slip drop and kicked free of it. She ran.
Travis stood and stared at her wiggling, shapely ass, sheathed in silken pink panties that shined in the lantern light. The erotic sight gradually disappeared into the darkness between him and the cave's mouth. He smiled.
There was no way the frightened girl could get away from him. The very vastness of the desert, which was open to her, was like a stone wall. Run as she would, she would be unable to reach civilization. She couldn't even make it to a traveled road. And she wouldn't be able to hide for long. Her need for water would bring her back, if Travis didn't find her first. In the meantime, the sheer panties, stockings and brassiere, which constituted her only covering, would offer scant protection from the scorching sun.
Stumbling blindly over the loose rocks on the cave's floor, April rushed toward the widening circle which marked the mouth of the cave. She was surprised not to hear Travis running after her. But this gave her hope. Once she was in the open, she would stand a better chance of protecting herself, she believed.
April burst into the sunlight, and it nearly blinded her. The sudden heat was like a tangible weight pressing down from the sky. April stopped running when she was perhaps fifty feet from the cave, then whirled around and blinked, trying to focus in the sun's glare.
No shape appeared in the dark mouth of the cave. Travis was still inside-he had to be-and he evidently had no intention of coming out, at least not right away.
April squirmed under the sun's merciless rays, and she immediately began to sweat. She looked down into the valley between her tits, then at her stocking-clad legs, her bare thighs, and panty-sheathed hips.
She decided to immediately seek cover, not only to protect her tender body from the harsh sunlight, but to conceal her near-nudity from anyone who might happen along. Though she wanted to be rescued, her prudish modesty told her she would have to get some more clothes on first. Perhaps later, after Travis unlocked the trunk of his car, she would be able to steal up and get into one of her suitcases. To accomplish this, she would have to hide somewhere within sight of the vehicle.
She glanced around at the rocks and spotted a cranny midway up one of the slopes. It looked just large enough for a person to hide in.
After casting another quick glance at the cave and satisfying herself that Travis wasn't pursuing her, she began making her way up the hill to the proposed hiding place.
It shamed her to be out in the open with nothing on but her underwear. She kept glancing furtively about, as much in fear of seeing a stranger as in fear of seeing Travis coming after her.
Perspiration rolled down her flushed cheeks. It trickled between her titties and along her scissoring thighs, making them slick. By the time she had climbed to the hiding place halfway up the rocky slope, her panties were virtually plastered to her twisting asscheeks and soft, hairy crotch.
She ducked into the small pocket in the rocks and heaved a sigh as she sat down on a slab of stone. It was warm in there, but at least she was out of the sun's direct rays. The place was large enough for a couple of people. There was a sandy floor where her feet rested, next to the slab on which she sat.
She edged a bit closer to the opening in the rocks so that she could watch the cave's mouth below.
There was still no sign of Travis.
"What is he waiting for?" she whispered to herself.
Then it occurred to her that he expected her to return to him of her own accord when she found she couldn't tolerate the heat and glare of the sun.
Well, she would never do that!
All she would have to do was wait until after Travis fell asleep that night, then steal his car keys and drive away.
She tried to relax, though her heart kept pounding rapidly and her nerves remained on edge. She continued to sweat.
Suddenly a strange bronzed face appeared at the opening of her hiding place. Gasping, April pressed her back against the rock, her blue eyes wide as saucers. The shock of the Indian's appearance caused her to forget she was nearly naked.
"Wh-where did you come from?" she managed to utter.
"I ought to ask you that, baby," the young man said-he couldn't have been more than eighteen. "This is my reservation. Why do you White Eyes come out here to screw around?"
The youth's dark eyes probed insolently at the valley between April's tits, then stroked downward across her middle to caress the silken pink sheen of her panties. The boy didn't smile.
Blushing, April extended an arm across her brassiered tits and pressed a hand against the front of her panties.
"What do you want?" she asked nervously.
Lust glinted in the youth's dark eyes. He hesitated for a moment, then gave a heave and scrambled into the cranny where April sat. She quickly jerked back her stockinged legs, but he brushed against them anyway. He sat cross-legged on the sandy floor of the hideaway and looked up at her.
He wasn't bad-looking, April was forced to admit. His features were strong, his eyes sharp. His straight black hair fell nearly to his shoulders. He wore a smudged T-shirt and old jeans which had a rip in one leg.
"When I saw you with that guy, I figured you went to the cave to fuck," the Indian said. "But then you came running out in your undies." A sweep of his hand indicated April's panties, bra and hose. "What's the matter-did you change your mind about the old fart?"
April was shocked and offended by the youth's language. Also, she resented being questioned.
"I don't have to tell you anything!" she said haughtily. "Now get out of here!"
"Baby, did you forget what I told you already?" he retorted. "This is my reservation. You're the one who's busting in where you hadn't ought to be. You whites! You think you can take over everything and boss everybody else around!"
"I ... I don't want to do that," April said, taken aback.
"Yeah? You're white, aren't you?" The youth's eyes flicked over her again. "My name's John. What's yours?"
"April," she murmured.
"That's cute." John gave her a semblance of a smile.
"So why did you run away from your boy friend?" he asked, abruptly changing the subject.
"He ... he's not my boy friend. I mean...." April faltered.
"What did he do, rip your dress off and scare you?" John asked, a twinkle in his dark, lustful eyes.
"Yes! That's what he did."
"You changed your mind about fucking him, huh?"
"Ooh, please don't talk like that!" April said, shutting her eyes in embarrassment. She blushed.
Something made her add, "I'm a virgin."
"No shit?" John responded. He really grinned for the first time.
"Stop using dirty words!" April demanded, glaring at him.
"Baby, you're something else!" the Indian said, and laughed.
But his mirth quickly faded, and his eyes grew sharper, more lustful than ever.
April's fright increased, and she pressed her back against the rock wall of the cranny. She caught herself wishing that Travis would come and rescue her. Being alone with him in that deep, dark cave would be better than remaining with this Indian.
Lunging with the swiftness of a cat, the youth grasped April and jerked her off the stone ledge. The sweat-dampened seat of her panties smacked into the warm sand. She gasped.
The youth wrapped his arms around her, drawing her against his lean, hard form.
"Maybe you'd rather fuck with me than that old white man, huh?" he asked.
"Nooooh!" April cried. "Ooh, my God!"
Further protests were smothered by the Indian lad's demanding kiss. He pushed her onto her back in the sand, following her down, his sucking lips firmly sealed to hers.
His hand slid to her front and experimentally squeezed a titty through her bra, then glided down her front, across her panties to her crotch.
April writhed in humiliated torment as John pinched and rubbed her panty-encased cunt. She felt a hardness pressing against her and knew it was the Indian boy's cock, which was trying to burst right through his jeans.
She struck at the lad, hitting him on the shoulder and the side of the head before he took his hand from her abused, tingling crotch and grasped her free arm, pinning it against the floor of the rocky den. Her other arm was trapped beneath his body.
He stopped kissing her and raised his head. April screamed as loudly as she could.
The boy didn't try to shut her up. Instead he sprawled atop her, pinning down her arms with his knees.
He grasped both bulging cups of her bra, squeezing the springy mounds as he roughly rotated them against her chest.
"That man can't hear you," he said. "Nobody can hear you from here."
April realized he was right. She could tell by the flat sound of the screaming that her cries weren't carrying; they were being smothered by the surrounding rock.
John hooked two fingers around the center of April's bra and yanked. The garment's backstrap bit painfully into her flesh, and she gasped. The fasteners broke, and the bra was pulled from her, its ribbons sliding down her arms.
April's creamy-white tits bobbed before the young Indian's impassioned gaze. He grasped the satiny cones and squeezed them. His rough thumbs and index fingers pinched and rolled April's rubbery nipples.
She thought she would pass out from the pain and humiliation. Eyes and mouth gaping, she stared up at the brutal young Indian.
He pushed backward, grasped her panties, and yanked them from her hips, pulling them up her kicking legs and off. He grasped her stocking-clad knees and pushed them wide apart, staring at the partially unfurled loveliness of her hair-edged cunt.
"Noooh ... ooh God, noooh!" April moaned.
John paid no attention to her protests. Kneeling between her thighs, he quickly opened the front of his pants. His cock leaped out-long and brown and so terribly rigid that it stuck almost straight up against his belly.
April stared speechless at the ferocious thing, noting that the brown outer skin covered it all the way to its tip. John quickly changed that by grasping his cock and gliding the foreskin back. His moist, purplish glans swelled in sudden freedom, giving off an aroma that caused April's nostrils to flare.
She thought quickly, remembering how she had accommodated Travis. If she were to suck this Indian's cock, and made him come that way, he wouldn't be able to take her virginity, she believed.
It would be an awful thing to do-more awful than sucking Travis' prick, because this boy wasn't as clean. But April told herself that she had no choice. It was either that or let the Indian knife his brutal cock into her, shattering her cherry forever.
Trembling, April sat up.
"Please!" she said, and grasped John's upstanding cock.
The Indian gasped as her soft, cool fingers wrapped themselves around his pecker.
Trying to keep from thinking about what she was doing, and wanting to block out all sensory impressions, April bowed her head. Her parted lips slid down over John's smooth, bulging cockhead, and she tightened them in the groove behind the knob. She heard him breathe hard and let out a growl as she began sucking on the bulbous head of his prick.
The strong scent and taste of his unwashed cock engulfed April's senses and threatened to make her ill.
Nevertheless she went on, driven by fear-and by a deeper, more mysterious force as well, though she refused to recognize it.
She sucked the Indian's long, quivering cock with an intensity that could have passed for passion. She began bobbing her head, gliding her encircling lips up and down on his very hard prick. John's glans skidded along her lapping tongue.
The Indian writhed and pawed at April's bobbing head. Her brain was swirling, all thoughts lost in the tempest of emotion.
Suddenly John grasped her by the shoulders and lifted her off him. He pushed her onto her back as his wet, gleaming cock waved.
April expected him to finish by spurting his jism onto her body, as Travis had done, and that would be fine-anything to get him over the lust that threatened to ruin her.
But John surprised her by falling forward, completely covering her body. He buried his face between the soft, smooth mounds of her tits.
April heard and felt him inhale deeply, evidently enjoying the tangy scent of perspiration that clung to her. Then he began to kiss-more, to slobber-as his wet mouth roamed her titties, tugging and sucking at her nipples, licking up and down their exquisitely rounded slopes.
"No oh ... noooh noooooh " April moaned.
But she knew her protests would accomplish nothing. She realized also that her humiliating gesture to protect herself from being raped hadn't worked.
John straightened on his knees, grasped his prick, and pointed it down at the pink-centered cleft that split the girl's black pubic curls.
The touch of his cock to her cunt brought a gasp from April's lips. She shut her eyes. The pressure which John exerted gave her pain, and she let out an anguished cry.
Suddenly her cherry burst, and the Indian's prick came gliding into her-all the way, until the edges of his trousers were pressed against her crotch. His cock was sticking way up inside her belly. It was the most awful sensation April had ever felt. But strangely the pain had stopped, and there was only a slight soreness at the mouth of her cunt.
She felt more deeply humiliated than she had ever imagined possible.
John pushed himself up on his arms and looked at her shocked, staring face. He grinned-viciously, April thought, his lips pulling back from his white, strong teeth. His black hair hung down beside his cheeks.
"Oooooh!" April moaned, and her eyelids fell shut.
John began to stroke inside her....
CHAPTER SIX
The sawing of the Indian's long and brutally bone-hard cock up and down in her tender little cunt gave April a sense of stark horror.
She had lost her precious virginity, and her body was being debased to serve the Indian's savage lust.
Each inrushing jab of his monstrous cock shook her from hips to shoulders as it stuffed her cunt. It was awful!
To John the fucking was the best he'd ever had. Not only was this girl white, which furnished a special stimulation-but she was young and very pretty and had never been fucked before. Her cunt was thrillingly tight around his gliding cock.
He fucked her vigorously, taking pleasure in the way her body shook beneath him, and the way her titties vibrated. John liked the shocked and tortured look on her face. It reinforced his manhood against the nagging doubts brought on by his subjugated life on the reservation. He was getting back at the whites, through one of their women.
He fucked April harder, driving his stiff cock into her for all he was worth. She moaned in humiliation and torment. The vigorous jostling of her body, and the stroking of her cuntal walls, made her brain spin.
She prayed for it to be over.
Suddenly John let out a groan, and his cock seemed to leap inside her, burrowing deeper than ever in her yielding flesh. She felt the hot spurts of his jism flooding the pit of her cunt.
April was revolted.
But the fact that the Indian youth was still at last furnished some relief. He was lying fully atop her, his face pressed into the hollow of her neck. He was breathing heavily.
His strong body odor added to the revulsion which April felt. His weight was oppressive. April kept thinking about the fact that she was no longer a virgin, hardly able to believe it, and that she had the Indian's jism within her, creating the risk of pregnancy.
John pushed off, withdrawing his softened prick. There was a sucking sound and a little "pop!" as his bulb-ended cock pulled out of the girl's moist, clasping cunt. He rose to his haunches and looked at her.
April remained in a partial daze.
"You liked that, huh?" the Indian asked, his tone more tender than before.
April snapped to alertness, and tears brimmed her eyes. "I hate you!" she said.
The youth stared at her. "You didn't like getting fucked?"
"It was awful!"
John smiled. "You'll like it after a while."
He replaced his soft cock in his pants and zipped up.
"Come on-put on your underpants," he said, handing April's panties to her. "We're going."
"G-going?
Where?"
"To a cave where I sleep sometimes."
"NO!" April exclaimed, sliding backward on her ass against the wall of the rock nook.
"Your tits are cute," John said, eyeing them.
April quickly covered her sharply, projecting tits with her hands. She also pressed her damp thighs together to conceal her ravaged cunt.
"You got what you wanted," she said miserably. "Now go away and leave me alone!"
"After just one fucking?" the Indian youth replied. "Baby, you've gotta be kidding!"
He grasped her and began to tug, hauling her out of the rock cranny. He backed down the hillside, dragging April along. Her tits bobbed and quivered. Though she tried to resist, she was no match for the youth's superior strength. Also, she had to watch her step to keep from falling.
"Hey, up there!" a voice came from the foot of the hill. "What's going on?"
Travis was standing just outside the cave. He was looking up at John and April.
"Help me!" she cried. "I've been raped!"
The Indian youth let go of her and scrambled quickly down the hillside. He exchanged a few words with Travis, which April couldn't make out, then hurried toward a horse and a mongrel dog which were standing a short distance away. He leaped astride the horse and headed off at a gallop, the dog running behind in a cloud of dust.
Holding her panties in her hand, feeling soiled and ashamed, April stared down at Travis. She still wore her stockings and garter belt, but that was all.
"Well, are you going to come down or not?" Travis asked.
April slowly picked her way down the hillside, trying to cover her cunt and her bobbing tittes with her hands. But she found it necessary every few steps to hold out an arm in order to maintain her balance.
Travis watched her, saying nothing, until she was standing in front of him.
"So you ran away from me," he observed, "only to get yourself laid by that Indian boy, hmm?"
"It was horrible!" April moaned.
"Tough!" Travis snapped, and grasped her by an arm. He began hauling her back to the cave.
April didn't resist. The sun was burning her alive. Anyway, what did it matter any more if she was alone in the cave with Travis?
He snatched the lantern off the cave wall and carried it as he and April returned to the straw-covered resting place deep inside the mountain.
"Relax here for a while," he said. "Then he can go back to the pool and you can clean yourself up."
He took the dirt-smudged panties from her hand. "These are a mess," he said, dropping them onto the floor of the cave.
April sank into the straw, feeling more miserable than ever. There was no longer any need to shield her nudity from Travis's eyes. He had seen everything she had-and the Indian boy had made use of it.
She was a ruined girl. She knew that her life would never be the same.
She avoided Travis' eyes as he sat looking at her, saying nothing. She didn't know what to say to him.
She didn't feel like talking at all. She was still overwhelmed by the shock and awful realization of what had happened.
After a little while she let Travis lead her deeper into the cave and up through a winding passage in the rock until they reached a small, dark pool fed by a bubbling spring above.
"Take off your stockings and get in there," Travis said. "It's not as deep as it looks. You can stand up in it, and the water won't reach any higher than your tits."
"Are there ... snakes?" April asked tremulously.
"Not that I've seen."
April turned away and unfastened her garters. She rolled down her stockings and stood first on one foot, then the other, taking them off. She stripped her garter belt away.
She felt Travis' eyes on her, caressing her bare ass which was smudged by the dirt she had sat in.
She entered the water and found it refreshingly cool. She settled down, shivering a bit at the sudden decrease in temperature. But the water soothed her abused body. Keeping her gaze trained away from Travis, she bathed, though without benefit of soap.
"Sorry we don't have a towel with us," he said. "Use my shirt." He began stripping it off.
April didn't argue. She found it appropriate for Travis to make his small sacrifice.
After a few minutes, she stepped out of the pool and accepted the shirt from him. He eyed her wet body, which glistened in the glow of the lantern. Once more she faced away from him and rubbed herself down.
April was feeling calmer now. She had begun to accept the awful thing that had happened. But that didn't mean she felt all right about it or ever would.
She faced Travis and handed him the soggy shirt, which he accepted with a wry grin. She noted his bare, hairy chest while his eyes flicked over her tits.
"I need some clothes from my luggage," she announced.
"Later," Travis said. "Let's walk back to the straw."
"Travis, I want the clothes now!" April said firmly as she followed him down to the floor of the cave.
He didn't respond.
When they were back at the straw-covered resting place, he hung up the lantern.
"Travis?" April said sharply. She felt foolish standing there naked, holding her stockings and garter belt.
The man pulled her into his arms, her tits smacking against his bare chest. The springy globes spread as he tightened his embrace.
April began to struggle, but he held her fast. "You need some tenderness," he said, "after the way that Indian treated you."
This was exactly true, but April wanted no tenderness from Travis. She didn't want him to touch her.
However, as his mouth clamped onto hers and his hands gently moved along her back, her resistance faded. His kiss and tender caresses felt good.
Travis sank to the straw and drew April down with him. He caressed her more passionately, his hands moving across her tits, deftly tweaking her nipples.
Despite her wish not to do so, April responded. Travis' knowing touch was so much better than that of the rough Indian boy!
She shut her eyes as she lay back in the straw and refused to think about what was happening. It was wrong, of course-as wrong as what the Indian had done-but she lacked the strength or even the will to resist.
Travis' lips followed his hands, browsing over her titties, tarrying to lick and suck at her nipples. His mouth worked its way lower. He licked her gently curved belly, swabbing his tongue into the crinkly indentation of her belly button.
April stirred. Something was happening in her body which hadn't happened when she was subjected to John's brutal rape. She parted her legs and lifted them voluptuously to each side of Travis' kneeling form. Her cunt began to throb.
Travis backed up farther, then his face was between April's legs and he was kissing her on the furry, soft lips of her cunt.
"Ooooh," she sighed pleasurably, and didn't try to stop him.
On the contrary, she spread her legs wider.
Travis began to lick maddeningly up and down her slit, which was still moist from her bath. One negative thought crept into April's mind: It was nasty for him to lick her down there!
She squelched that, telling herself there was nothing she could do, that Travis would have his way with her regardless of whether she attempted to resist or not.
Pressing his face fully into her soft girlish crotch, he sank his tongue deeper between the slick, velvet folds of her cunt. He tickled and stroked her throbbing clitoris, then wormed his tongue into the little hole which the Indian had invaded with his long, bone-like cock. The tonguing both soothed and excited April. The tender application of Travis' saliva eased the soreness around her cuntal mouth and loosened the little muscles, while his tender licking stimulated her latent sexual need.
Soon April had her legs on his shoulders and was gently hunching her cunt against his skillful mouth.
Unlike with the Indian youth, a pleasurable tension was building inside her. She remembered how wonderful it had felt when Travis had given her a release the first time he had tongued her between the legs. She wanted to experience that delightful sensation again.
But Travis lifted his head before she was able to reach that point. April whined and twisted in frustration. She flopped her head to and fro, her long black hair spreading across the straw.
She had her eyes closed and therefore didn't see Travis lowering his trousers and shorts. She didn't see his aroused cock leap out to stand rigidly erect, its bald head moist with the fluid he had secreted.
But she felt his body when it lowered atop her, and her eyes popped open.
She didn't want to be fucked again!
She let out an anguished cry.
Then she felt the prod of the professor's prick, nudging between the passion-puffed lips of her cunt, into the moist warmth of her velvet cunt mouth. His bulbous cockhead forced its way through the narrow mouth of her inner cunt, stretching that once-used aperture wide, renewing her discomfort.
"Noooh!" April exclaimed.
But it was far too late. Travis' cock was gliding all the way up her slippery cunt, stuffing her as the Indian boy had done a short time before. Travis sank balls-deep into her palpitating pussy. His happy cock twitched in her warm, snugly encompassing embrace. Its tip seemed to press April's innermost organs.
Travis raised himself onto his arms and looked down at the eighteen-year-old girl. Her eyes were wide-revealing wonderment this time, because she was feeling something she had never felt before: Pleasure at having a man's cock inside her cunt!
The professor began to fuck her slowly, stroking his long cock nearly all the way out, then all the way in, then nearly all the way out again.
"Ooooh!" April moaned.
Her breath was coming faster. The tension which had built before was growing again. The stroking of Travis' prick inside her felt almost as good as his licking of her cunt.
As he continued, it began to feel even better. Breathing heatedly through her mouth and nose, April writhed on the soft straw bed. Travis was bearing down, fucking her more intensively. His big balls swung against her asshole as his prick sank deep into her lathered cunt.
"Do you feel it?" he demanded.
"Yesss!" she said.
"It's good, isn't it?"
"Yes! NO! Oooh, I don't know!"
But she did know.
She was beginning to love the inrushing thrusts of the man's stiff, bulb-headed prick. Though she didn't wish to exhibit a response, she couldn't keep her hips from bobbing-at first gently, then with accelerated force until they were bumping rapidly and forcefully against the man's lusty, deep-reaching jabs.
April felt herself approaching a release, and she knew this would be better than the one she had experienced the first time Travis had kissed her pussy. She gasped and held her breath. She fucked vigorously.
"OOOOOH!" she cried as her first full-fl-edged orgasm struck, shaking her and sending bursts of warmth coursing to all parts of her body. The pleasure was tremendous!
The contractions of her cunt around Travis' deeply sunk cock caused him to groan with bliss and expel his hot cum into her quaking belly.
These vigorous, warm spurts set off a new flurry of response within April. She writhed and humped, clutching Travis with her arms and legs. She moaned passionately.
As her orgasm finally tapered off, she experienced the most blissful sense of satiation she had ever known. She was perfectly relaxed for the first time she could remember. Slowly her arms and legs slid away from Travis, and she lay still.
He kissed her about the face and neck, then dismounted. He lay on his back beside her.
What have I done? April wondered.
The answer was all too clear: I fucked a man and ENJOYED it!
She was assailed by guilt.
Travis took her hand, and she jerked it away from him.
"What's the matter?" he asked, rising onto an elbow to look at her.
"Everything!" April angrily declared.
In truth, her anger was directed more toward herself than toward Travis.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" he asked.
"No!" she lied.
Travis smiled tolerantly. "You did, whether you care to admit it or not. Admitting it will be the next step-and that's very important-but I'll allow you some time."
Ignoring the implication of his statement, April demanded, "What if I'm pregnant?"
"You probably aren't," Travis said. "But if you are, there's a way to take care of that. It's no worse than a trip to a dentist. Don't worry about it."
But April was worried. And she was sick with shame over everything that had happened. Her whole world-all the values she had clung to-seemed to have tumbled into ruins around her. She couldn't speak. For the moment, she couldn't even move. She wondered how she could possibly live with herself and with the knowledge of the awful thing she had done.
CHAPTER SEVEN
April was sprawled frog-like on the plain iron bed in the caretaker's cottage. Her lovely ass was sticking up in the air as she received the straight, strong thrusts of Travis' rigid cock.
At his insistence, she had put on a garter belt and stockings-because, he said, he liked his women to be dressed that way when he fucked them. April seemed to have lost the power to resist, no matter what he asked of her.
The bedroom was lit by a flickering candle which cast an erotic glow upon the girl's smooth, firm flesh and made her stockings glisten. She squirmed, grinding her lush ass against the rhythmic penetrations of the long prick that was driving up her cunt.
On his knees behind her, Travis clutched her naked hips. Every so often he slid his hands down her thighs, along her garter straps and across the tightly clinging tops of her stockings.
April quaked inwardly. She knew she was getting ready to climax again.
There was something about the position which Travis had forced her to take-as if she were a bitch in heat, being fucked by a mastiff-that was extra humiliating. Yet now she enjoyed it.
She moaned and drove her ass backward against the man's plunging strokes. Travis grunted and fucked her harder. The old bed creaked and jiggled.
Finally Travis fell forward, running his hands underneath April to clutch her satiny tits. He squeezed those sensitive mounds, pinching and tweaking her nipples as he surged toward the climax which beckoned them both.
April responded by pumping her hot ass fiercely.
Travis' cock sent ripples up and down her clasping cunt. His cockhead seemed to be battering the entrance to her womb.
Suddenly she came, moaning and jerking. Travis shot moments later. He held his cock deep inside her quaking cunt as spurt after spurt of warm cum gushed from it, pooling in the center of her belly. April vibrated in bliss.
Finally she relaxed forward onto the bed, with Travis lying fully atop her. Yet he wasn't heavy, because he supported most of his weight on his elbows and knees.
He drew her raven hair aside and licked an exposed ear. He caught the dainty lobe in his mouth and sucked it.
As April's second tumultuous orgasm faded into memory, she castigated herself again for taking enjoyment in such a sinful way. But she might as well have been shouting against the forces of nature which brought the wind and rain. There seemed nothing she could do, not only to stop Travis from lasciviously enjoying her whenever he chose, but to keep from enjoying it herself.
Perhaps she was as bad as he, she decided.
After a little while, he climbed off her and stretched out at her side. Soon she heard his deep, even breathing which told her he had fallen asleep.
Though physically relaxed, April was in such mental turmoil that she couldn't follow his example. She got up and walked to a curtained window. She blew out the candle which stood on the table beside it, and drew the curtains back.
Moonlight bathed the rocky crags outside the cabin, giving them a mysterious air of peace.
April, naked except for her garter belt and stockings, walked out through the front room of the cottage and opened the door. The desert was invitingly cool at that hour of the night, yet warm enough so as not to require one to wear clothes.
April stepped onto the rickety little porch.
She was trying to think effectively, to sort out the conflicting ideas and emotions which were tangled in her mind. She had never found herself in such a befuddled, troubled state.
Sex had always seemed so simple, before she'd had any significant contact with it: It was nasty and wrong!
April still believed it was nasty ... and very wrong in a moral sense. But in another way it was wonderful, and she was intellectually honest enough to admit this to herself. What a marvelous instrument Travis' big cock was!
She'd had no idea how the jabbing of that nasty thing inside her-gently yet with force, the way Travis did it-could feel so sinfully good.
But she suspected that was only because she was a slut at heart. She had assumed she was as moral and good as she wanted to be, before Travis had first fucked her. The Indian youth's taking of her virginity hadn't shaken her belief in herself-that experience had been horrible in every way! But Travis was different-or, at least, she responded differently to him.
April stared out across the desert, as if hoping that the peace and silence of the moonlit scene would calm the tempest in her mind. Also, she didn't want to go in and lie down next to Travis. That would constitute a voluntary act of surrender and would bring her further shame.
There was a sudden scuffling sound. Frightened, April turned in time to see a dark, lithe figure leap onto the comer of the porch. She gasped, preparing to scream. But the youth-it was John!-grasped her, clamping a hand over her gaping mouth.
Half pushing, half dragging her, the boy propelled her from the porch and around to the side of the cabin where he had left his horse. His scruffy dog, which had been lying in the sand, stood and stared at April.
John quickly stuffed her mouth with a rag he had pulled from his pocket. He wrapped a strip of cloth around her head to hold the foul-tasting gag in place.
April tried to struggle, but the Indian lad was very strong. He pulled her arms behind her and bound her wrists together.
Next April felt herself being boosted over the back of the Indian's horse, so that her head and legs hung down at either side and her naked ass stuck up in the air. She cringed in horror as the youth stroked her asscheeks and the backs of her thighs, where her stocking-tops clung.
He leaped onto the horse in front of her, and they were off at a gallop. April was jostled frighteningly as they headed across the desert, between the rocky slopes.
Her principal fear, however, was of the torment to come. Suddenly she longed to be safe in bed beside Travis. She wondered, in terror, whether she would ever see him again.
Partly from fear, and partly from her jiggling ride atop the horse, April became sick to her stomach. It was fortunate that the Indian's meager camp was not far away or she would have vomited against the foul gag in her mouth.
John reined his horse to a stop in front of a crude lean-to, built of desert brush against a rocky cliff. He slid off and quickly lowered April to the ground. Her legs refused to support her, and she crumpled onto her ass in the sand.
"I'll take this off now," John said, bending and loosening her gag. "If you yell, nobody will hear you."
He removed the gag, and April worked her jaws. She swallowed. Her stomach was quieting down, but she was no less afraid.
John grinned at her in the moonlight. "You made it real easy to steal you. Why were you standing outside the cabin? Were you thinking about me-huh?"
"Don't be ... ridiculous!" April said with difficulty. There seemed to be a lump in her throat. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?"
"We're going to fuck," John replied.
"NO!"
The youth laughed harshly, without humor. "Baby, I'm gonna teach you to like it."
"I hate you!" April fervently declared. "Don't you understand that?"
"Here. Stand up." The Indian jerked her to her feet.
April's legs wobbled, but they managed to hold. The youth roughly removed the bond from her wrists.
April stared at his dog, who stood looking up at her. There was something about the beast that gave her a special fright. It seemed wild, wolf-like.
"Let's go inside," John said, jerking April to the open doorway to his lean-to. She saw that it was built next to an opening in the rocks. He pushed her into the small cave, and she collapsed on a foul-smelling blanket.
John dropped to a sitting position beside her.
"You fucked that white man, huh?" he asked, his dark eyes glinting in the sparse moonlight which entered through the cracks of the lean-to.
"That's none of your business!" April said.
John merely stared at her.
"You'd better let me go," she threatened, "or someone will come to get me, and they'll probably take you to jail!"
"Nobody will find us here," the youth confidently replied.
With that, he grasped April and pushed her onto her back. She squirmed and struck at him. However, he topped her with relative ease.
Pinning her arms against the blanketed ground, the boy bent and eagerly attacked her titties. The luscious mounds bobbed and quivered as April writhed. The Indian's moist tongue swabbed her erect, dancing nipples. He sucked them, by turns, into his warm, wet mouth.
April was revolted. She continued to toss about as John tugged at her tits. His mouth stretched the pliant mounds painfully, and she was forced to lessen her resistance. Anyway, it did no good to fight, she realized. She was no match for the strong young Indian.
Still holding her arms against the ground, he backed up. His arms extended across her legs, so that she couldn't kick him. He nuzzled her smooth belly, first above, then below her garter belt. He sniffed at her pubic bush.
"You fucked that white man just a little while ago," he said. "I smell it."
"Please let me up!" April begged.
"Lie right there! I'll let go of your arms now, but if you hit me or try to get up, I'll whap you one!"
April knew he meant it, and she was afraid to move when he released her arms. In the dim light, she watched the kneeling youth unfasten his worn, filthy jeans and push them down. His cock sprang out to stand quiveringly erect.
April hated his cock. She watched with loathing as he stripped back the hood from its bulbous head. He lay forward atop her, nearly suffocating her with his bulk and with the rancid scent of his perspiration.
She felt his prick prod her, then bull its way through her cuntlips, which remained slightly slick from Travis' fucking. John's cock pushed deeply into her. She felt the same horror she had experienced the first time. There was no pleasure whatever.
Even when the Indian began to stroke, April did not respond.
It wasn't because he was an Indian, she believed. It was because of his crudeness and roughness. Travis was different. Though he could be foreceful at times, he was a deft lovemaker and tried to give her pleasure.
April's body jerked and quivered beneath the hard-fucking young Indian.
"Stop it ... STOP it!" she cried, making very clear her loathing of the act.
John grunted and fucked her faster, surging selfishly toward the climax that he craved. The extreme tightness of April's cunt around his fast-plunging cock hastened the moment of his release. Finally he let out a grunt and ground his brutal cock deep into the girl's ravaged hole. His jism spilled into her for the second time.
He pushed up and stared at her defiant face. "You still didn't like it?" he asked, breathing hard. "It was HIDEOUS!" she spat.
She really meant that. She had experienced no sensual excitement whatever.
John pulled out of her. His wet, softening cock waggled, curving forward like a sausage from his balls.
He pulled his blue jeans up and fastened them.
"You're too proud!" he told April. "You fucked that white man, but you think you're too good for me because I'm an Indian. We'll see just how good you are."
"What are you going to do?" April demanded. "First, tie you up," the Indian boy said.
"No!"
He slapped April hard across the face, and she cringed. Her cheek stung painfully.
John twisted her onto her face on the filthy blanket. Using some short pieces of rope that he had in the cave, he pulled April's arms back and tied her wrists to her knees. With her knees drawn forward in this manner, most of her weight was on her chest, and her ass was forced into the air.
She was terrified. She had no idea what the boy had in mind, but he obviously was intent upon teaching her a lesson.
The gross exposure of her upturned ass gave April intense humiliation. She knew the young Indian was staring at her asshole and at the shaggy pouch of her cunt.
"Now you're ready," he said, and abruptly gave a loud whistle.
At first April didn't know what the whistle was for. But when the Indian's dog stuck its head into the lean-to, she realized the lad had called it.
Why?
April's mind boggled.
Speaking to the dog, John used the language of the people, which was unintelligible to the girl. But it was clear that he was encouraging the dog to approach her.
Shuddering, she strained against her bonds. She tried to flop onto her side, but couldn't do so.
The dog pressed its wet nose against April's ass. A horrified shock went through her. The dog started to lick the crack of her ass and her cunt.
April had never known such an awful sensation as the dog's moist, abrasive tongue swabbed sloppily across her cunt and tingling asshole.
"Noooh!" she cried. "Ooh, my God! PLEEEASE!"
The Indian lad chuckled.
"We do this in our tribe," he said, "when a woman is unfaithful. It makes her appreciate her man."
April still wasn't sure just what John was getting at.
He soon answered her unspoken question. Grasping the dog, he tugged, lifting the beast. April's horror increased tenfold as the animal sprawled onto her back.
"Ooh, DON'T!" she cried. "NOOOOH!"
But John obviously was intent upon his purpose, and there was nothing April could do to defend herself.
The dog's hairy bulk was pressing down atop her, his claws scratching her flesh. She could feel the beast's hot breath striking her shoulders and the back of her neck.
Almost immediately she felt something else, which was even more horrible: The dog was poking at her cunt! What she felt was the animal's loathesome prick.
"Oooh, no ... please ... you CAN'T!" the girl babbled.
John said something to the dog. The youth was leaning close, evidently helping the beast get into position.
April shuddered with revulsion as the dog's slimy cock skidded between the lips of her cunt.
As soon as the dog felt her moist warmth enfolding the tip of his cock, he knew what to do.
He pushed, sinking his long, impossibly stiff cock into April's defenseless cunt.
I have a DOG INSIDE ME! she screamed silently, scarcely able to believe it.
But the immediate rapid stroking of the dog's knob-ended cock, up and down in April's clasping, slippery cunt, convinced her beyond any shadow of a doubt: She was being fucked by a DOG!
Her brain reeled. Her whole being churned with revulsion. She felt the dog's spittle drooling onto her back and heard his anxious little whines as he hunched vigorously, pumping his prick in and out of her cunt.
His cock was harder and more brutal than either of the human pricks April had received. And the knowledge that the slashing, bone-like presence belonged to an animal was the crowning humiliation and horror.
Moaning piteously, April felt her consciousness waver.
She might have passed out except for the shout that came from the entrance of the lean-to: "Stop it! Get that dog off her!"
It was Travis, April realized with a rush of relief. But the relief was very limited, because the dog was still fucking her.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw Travis lunge at the Indian. They grappled. Meanwhile the dog gave a jerk inside her, and she felt the hot spurts of his dog cum.
April shuddered anew.
The dog withdrew from her immediately and clambered off her back.
Travis, enjoying the advantage of surprise, had John down on the ground and was punching him.
"Okay, man!" the Indian cried. "Okay! I'll let her go!"
Travis stopped striking the youth and took a swing at his dog. Yelping, the beast scurried outside. John quickly got up and began loosening April's bonds.
When he was finished, she collapsed on the blanket. Her body was tingling wildly. She couldn't get over the feeling of the dog's awful prick inside her.
"Come on!" Travis said to her, and grasped her by an arm.
April scrambled to her feet.
"How did you find me?" she asked excitedly.
"It was easy following the tracks of this fellow's horse. They showed up even by lantern light. There aren't that many horses that come around here."
John sat on the ground and glared at Travis and April as he ushered her out of the lean-to. She was grateful for the smell of fresh air. But she knew she would never get over what had happened in that horrible place.
Travis picked up his lantern. Wrapping an arm about April, he guided her in the direction from which he had come.
She had never been so glad to see anyone in all her life.
Though she resented bitterly what John had done to her, she gave no thought to reporting him to the police. That would only increase her embarrassment. Her family and all her friends would be bound to find out. It was better to forget it. At the moment, she was overwhelmingly grateful to be free.
When she and Travis reached the cabin, he took off his clothes and April removed her stockings and garter belt. They climbed into bed together and he put his arms around her. But he made no move to initiate sex.
Exhausted by the ordeal she had gone through, April quickly dropped off to sleep.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When April awakened in the morning, the first thing she noticed was Travis' erect cock.
The thing was sticking straight up and poking her in the side, even though he was sound asleep.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to examine his cock closely, without the necessity of feeling ashamed, April thought how handsome it was. She liked it so much better than the Indian's cock, and she appreciated it particularly after the brutal, mindless fucking she had received from the dog.
She thought about what Travis had once asked her to do-to take his cock into her mouth. She had considered the mere suggestion horrible at the time. But a lot had happened to her since, and she had come to feel differently about Travis ... and about his cock, as well.
She still wasn't sure if she could bring herself to put her mouth around it voluntarily. But just to kiss it might be nice. April snuggled lower on the bed, aware of a giddy excitement growing within her. As she brought her face close to Travis' cock, she noted its faint, tangy scent. She admired the wispy hairs that curled around its base and also admired Travis' large, brownish balls which were completely exposed.
Will he wake up if I kiss his cock? she wondered.
Let's see!
A short time ago she wouldn't have considered doing anything so shocking. But now the idea gave her stimulation.
She leaned closer to the man's cock and balls. Their scent, composed of the muskiness of sex and the spice of perspiration, offended her a bit. But her stimulation was strong enough to overcome this. She pursed her lips and brought them close to the bulb of Travis' cock.
Her lips touched his cockhead.
Travis jerked, and his big prick swayed to and fro, bumping across April's nose.
Oh my, it does smell wild! she thought. How nasty of me to kiss it!
Giddily she kissed it again.
"Uuuuh!" Travis said in his sleep, and rolled over, aiming his hard-on away from the girl.
She looked at his compact, hairy ass.
Something had come over April which she didn't understand or even try to. She leaned close to Travis' ass and kissed him on a firm cheek.
He didn't stir.
April leaned fully over him and approached his prick again. This time the scent didn't turn her off at all.
Responding to her most daring impulse yet, she kissed Travis right on the end of his cock, her soft lips suctioning gently and quickly around the slitted tip of the organ.
A shiver of giddy delight went through her. Travis jumped and opened his eyes.
"Hey!" he exclaimed as he looked down at April's impish face, which was close to his cock.
"Good morning," she purred with a smile, and straightened up. She pushed a lock of lustrous black hair away from her cheek. Her heart was beating rapidly.
Travis sat up and smiled. "Just what were you doing down there, hmm?" he asked.
Daringly she replied, "Just browsing, I suppose you could say."
"Well, browse some more, why don't you?" Travis curved a hand around the back of her head and gently pressed it downward.
April's throat grew tight as her giddiness increased. She told herself again that she was being nasty, but this didn't stop her.
She grasped the base of Travis' horny cock to steady it, then pressed her soft lips against the side of the rubbery glans.
"Aah!" Travis exclaimed. He kept his hand around the back of April's head, but was no longer exerting pressure.
With her heart pounding and her brain light, she breathed in the scent of his aroused cock and slowly nibbled her way around the crown of the handsome organ. She reached its underside where Travis was extremely sensitive. Her lips, working gently at that point, drove him wild.
"Take it ... in your mouth!" he gasped.
April impulsively slid her mouth to the tip of his bulging glans, parted her lips, and let them crawl downward around the large, spongy head. She heard Travis utter a happy cry. A tremor passed through him.
The giddy girl was amazed to realize she had the head of his cock in her mouth, pressing against her tongue, her lips stretched around the bone-like shank of his prick.
"Ooh, God!" Travis cried, flopping onto his back and writhing. "Glide your mouth up and down!"
She hesitated as the thick, hard stem of his cock waggled between her lips and his glans rubbed her tongue. Her saliva gushed, washing the residue of last night's fuck from his cock, titillating her taste buds. His musky scent flooded her nostrils.
As the blood rushed hotly in her veins, pounding behind her ears, April shut her eyes and began pumping her warm, wet mouth up and down on the man's straining cock.
"Ooooh!" he groaned. "Jee-zusss! God!"
Travis squirmed in ecstasy as the young woman mouth-fucked him, her soft lips gliding rhythmically up and down on the glaze of her saliva. The sensitive rim of his glans skidded repeatedly across her lips.
She began to suck.
"Gently!" Travis cried. "Sucking is good ... but very gently!"
April restrained herself. For some reason she wanted to suck hard on Travis' prick, but she followed his admonition about gentleness because she wanted to please him.
She kept pumping her encircling lips up and down on his cock, bathing its tasty head in the viscous warmth of her saliva.
"Enough ... enough!" Travis suddenly cried. "Kiss my balls once!"
April released his prick with a gently sucking "pop!" Her brain reeled pleasurably as she bent and kissed his balls. His cock stuck stiffly upward alongside her nose, and she breathed deeply of its aroma as it quivered.
"Now get on me!" Travis barked in passion. "Fuck me!"
April had never thought of herself fucking a man. She always had considered the sexual act as something done by a man to a woman. Suddenly it appealed to her to turn things around.
She scrambled astride Travis, titties bobbing. He grasped the luscious globes and gently squeezed their springy firmness as she fitted his rampant cock into her eagerly oiled and open cunt. She let herself fully down onto his cock, feeling the hard shaft glide way up inside, stuffing her cunt.
"Oooh, SHIT!" Travis said. "Fuck me hard!" April fucked him. Eagerly. Happily. She had never derived such pleasure in her life!
Straddling the middle-aged professor's hips, she writhed and bobbed like a Turkish dancer, her black hair whipping to and fro. Her titties leaped in and out of Travis's clutching, caressing hands.
"Ooh JEE-sus, that's good!" he exclaimed, panting. "Go to town, baby! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
April moved faster, more intensely. She shut her eyes and tossed her head.
Passion mounted swiftly within her until it was clutching at her throat. Travis' bulb-headed cock, driving up and down inside her, felt so good that she could hardly stand it. She moved with greater abandon, bobbing her ass astride him. She gasped. She held her breath.
The world seemed to teeter on the brink of an abyss.
Suddenly everything gave way, and April screamed.
"AAARGH!" Travis rasped, and drove his throbbing prick upward, sinking it as deeply into her warm, wet cunt as it would go. He geysered his cum spurtingly into the quaking depths of her palpitating cunt.
April fell forward, clutching him and panting as her hips heaved spastically again and again.
* * *
Wearing just their robes, April and Travis trooped to the cave and climbed up to the pool to wash the stale residue of sex from their bodies. Then they hurried back to the cabin and made breakfast.
April glowed with the thrill of her love for Travis. This overcame her guilt and made everything all right.
How could sex between Travis and her be wrong when it felt so wonderful?
As the sun rose in the sky, the cabin became sweltering. Right after April and Travis finished their coffee, they left for the cave.
"How are we going to get anything done out here?" she asked as they walked along. "It's too hot in the daytime to look through the diggings, and it's too dark at night."
Grinning, Travis placed a hand against her wiggling ass and said, "We're doing what we came to do, aren't we? And speaking of that, as soon as we get in where it's cool...." He didn't finish the sentence. There was no need, because April knew what he had in mind and she was thinking of the same thing herself.
Inside the cave's mouth, Travis lit a lantern and carried it as they walked back to the place where straw was spread on the floor. He hung up the lantern.
April eagerly came into his arms.
They kissed with moistly gliding tongues, and he ran his hands up and down her body. Her loose-fitting skirt came up, and he palmed the luscious mounds which stretched the thin silk of her panties. He gave her ass a pat, enjoying the way it jiggled.
As soon as he released her, she sank to the straw. He got down with her.
Throwing propriety to the winds, April placed her hand on his crotch, tactilely admiring the hardness that had developed during their kiss.
Travis watched her stroke the long, firm shape of his cock through his pants. A little blush came to her cheeks, but she smiled.
The man tenderly caressed her titties through her blouse. For the first time in years, April wasn't wearing a bra. Her pliant tits moved freely and erotically beneath the blouse. Travis felt her nipples firming.
Excitement rising within her, April unzipped her lover's pants.
She reached in and pulled out his strong dick. Her hand glided adoringly up and down and around it. She watched the pink head swell. Clear moisture broke from the slit at its tip and washed down over the smooth bulb.
"I want a taste!" April said shamelessly, and bowed her head.
"Uuuh!" Travis exclaimed as the tongue of the eighteen-year-old glided over the crown of his cock, licking up the escaping juices.
She took his cockhead into her mouth, her soft lips tightening below the ridge. She sucked gently, running her tongue around and around the smooth bulb.
Travis opened the back of her blouse and lowered it from her shoulders. Her naked titties tumbled into his hands. He bounced them gently and plucked at their rosy tips.
April bobbed her head rhythmically on his thick, throbbing prick. Her senses swirled. She was hot between the legs.
Travis clutched her by the hips and drew her astride him, facing his feet. He flipped her skirt up to the small of her back and stared at her beautiful ass in white silken panties. The material was thin and shiny, and it clung to her luscious asscheeks.
April kept licking and sucking the professor's cock with lusty abandon. It amazed her how much she enjoyed this act, which she had considered so nasty when Travis had first forced her to do it.
That went to show he knew more about her than she knew about herself, and always had, she decided.
He knew exactly how to make her happy. He and only he. No one else would ever do.
Grasping her panty-clad hips, he drew them toward his face until his nose and mouth were pressed against the seat of the silken briefs. He kissed the center of her dainty ass through her panties.
Reaching up and hooking his fingers around the waist elastic of the intimate garment, he drew her panties down. He admired the beauty of her asscheeks as they gradually became bare.
Tucking April's panties under her pouting asscheeks, he began to kiss and lick the smooth, supple mounds. He grasped the rubbery half-moons and spread them apart.
April felt no shame over the realization that he was looking at her asshole. Everything she had was his.
She glided her encircling mouth lower on his upthrust cock, letting the bulbous glans push into her throat. She didn't gag, because she was enjoying the act too much.
Travis ogled the enticing nest of puckers between the girl's white, satiny asscheeks. He liked the tiny black hairs that circled her adorable asshole.
He stuck out his tongue, arched his head upward, and began to lick the cleft of April's ass.
As his moist, abrasive tongue swabbed up and down across her tingling hole, she shuddered. She mouth-fucked his cock more heatedly, taking it in long, sliding strokes.
Travis wormed his tongue against the slit between her asscheeks. Saliva was drooling copiously along his tongue, lubricating her tight sphincter. The aperture softened, its little muscles relaxing.
Travis' tongue popped into the girl's tight, virginal asshole. He twisted the oral instrument, gradually widening the gap. His tongue sank deeper and deeper into April's ass.
She raised her head from his cock. She was panting in wild passion. Having Travis stick his tongue up her ass was just too much! She felt as if she were about to climax.
Suddenly the man clutched her shivery ass-cheeks and gave a push, propelling her forward. He quickly slid out from under her and assumed a kneeling position behind her ass.
April didn't know what was about to happen. But anything Travis wanted to do was all right-so long as he did it quickly. She was trembling giddily at the brink of orgasm.
He stripped her panties down her thighs, and April lifted her knees in turn to allow him to take her pants off. Travis unfastened the top of his pants and pushed them down, together with his shorts.
His prick remained slickly lubricated with April's saliva, and her asshole was lined with the spit he had deposited there. He moved up, spread her asscheeks apart, and ground his cockhead against the little puckery indentation.
No! April thought. That's not right!
But before she could say anything or even tense her sphincter muscles against the man's unnatural invasion, his slippery cockhead glided into her equally slippery ass, forcing the elastic sphincter open wide.
April gasped at the discomfort as his thick glans passed through her narrow gate. Then the bulb was inside her, and the sphincter snapped around his narrower shaft. The discomfort was eased.
But what a feeling it was to have his prick sticking up in there! It was strange, yet wildly exciting.
Grunting, Travis twisted April's ass as he worked his cock deeper and deeper up her shit chute.
She felt so stuffed that she feared she would burst-or that something would burst inside her!
But Travis proceeded deftly and carefully, pulling out a little, then pushing in a bit deeper, gently twisting his prick all the time. Soon his horny cock was sticking into her ass all the way to his balls.
"Oooh!" April panted. "My goodness! That's wild!"
"Relax and enjoy it," Travis advised, and slowly fucked the girl's beautiful, hot, tight ass.
The shock of his entry into the hole which April had thought was only for shitting had placed a momentary damper on her passion. But now that Travis' prick was completely sunk in her asshole and he was moving it-gently stroking and twisting-she responded erotically. The stirring of his cock in her ass produced a stimulation that was different from his fucking of her cunt-but no less exciting. It was even more exciting in a way.
April began gingerly to push backward against his thrusts. He no longer had to wiggle her ass. She was doing that, as well.
Travis grunted and fucked her ass more vigorously.
April was oohing and aahing as she drove her ass against him. The stimulation to her asshole was intense as his thick, slippery cock stroked in and out through it. It was as if she had a great big turd which refused to go out but emerged for only an inch or so, glided back in, popped partially out, and glided back in again.
The tightness of her sphincter around his cock stimulated Travis tremendously. His passion reached delirious heights.
He fucked her asshole fiercely. She screamed, and shuddered. He came, squirting his warm cum into her shitty depths.
April fell forward, panting. Her come had been odd, because her cunt hadn't been involved. Still, the orgasm had been sharp and intense for a moment. Already, however, she was feeling frustrated.
Travis pulled his prick from her ass, making an audible "pop!"
April felt empty and shockingly open back there. She realized that she was about to shit.
Struggling to her feet, she ran to the mouth of the cave and outside. She squatted just in time, and the warm shit sped from her.
After kicking sand over the mess on the ground, she returned to the cave.
Travis was standing up, waiting for her. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"Yes," she smiled. "But I need another bath."
"So do I," Travis said.
They hurried to the pool together.
* * *
Standing in the cool, clear water and washing herself, April became more acutely aware of her frustration. She needed to be fucked again, this time where she could feel it best.
She watched Travis bathe his meaty but soft cock.
She wondered how long it would take him to get hard again. She decided it wouldn't take as long if she were to help.
He had no sooner emerged from the water before April followed. There were towels draped on a rock, and Travis reached for them.
But April didn't wish to wait while they dried their bodies. She dropped to her knees on the floor of the cave and grasped her lover's relaxed cock. "Hey!" he said, startled.
But when April lifted his pliant prick and took its head into her mouth, he offered no protest. She began to suck and tug on his rope-like cock. Her lips crawled gobblingly to its very base. His damp balls bobbled against her chin.
She let go of his prick and lifted his large nuts in her hand. He watched as her rosy tongue swabbed the brownish sac. She sucked one ball into her mouth, then the other. Travis' prick waggled against her nose.
"Let me ... lie down!" he begged, breathing hard.
April backed off and allowed him to stretch out on the floor of the cave. It wasn't sandy at that point.
"Lick me all over," Travis requested, and spread his legs wide apart, lifting his knees.
April knelt between his thighs and eagerly did his bidding. She held up his cock between her thumb and index finger and licked its underside. Then she licked his nuts.
"Lick underneath them!" Travis said. "I like that."
April lifted his nuts and swabbed her tongue over the sensitive area between his balls and his asshole.
Suddenly Travis flopped onto his belly.
The girl wasn't dismayed. If she had taken the time to think about it, she would have marveled once again about how much she had changed in such a short span of time. But she was too eager to accomplish her purpose-to make Travis hard again.
She began to kiss his firm, hairy ass. Her parted lips nibbled over both asscheeks. Her moist tongue glided, finally skidding close to his crack.
Tossing off her last remaining restraint, April stuck her tongue between the man's asscheeks and began to lick feverishly at his hotly spasming asshole. He jerked and writhed.
When April finally raised her head, he turned onto his back, and she saw with satisfaction that his cock had lengthened out. However, it was still too limber to do her any good.
She caught the knob of the swaying prick in her mouth. As she held his nuts and massaged them, she rhythmically pumped her encircling lips up and down on his cock. More blood flowed into the responsive organ. The shaft stiffened between April's lips, and the glans ballooned against her tongue.
She let go of the cock, and it stood proudly, ready to give her the satisfaction she craved.
April leaped astride her lover, and his prick glided smoothly up her moist cunt. Twisting her hips, she bounced up and down. Her titties danced merrily.
"Oooh, that's so goood!" the impassioned young girl exclaimed.
"Do you like my cock?" Travis asked.
"Oooh yes, darling, yesss!" she said happily. "It's the only cock for me!"
"What are you ... doing to it?" Travis panted.
"I'm fucking it, baby!" April said. "And it's fucking me so great! Oooh, honey, how I love to fuck with you!"
Travis flopped about on the smooth stone floor of the cave, driving his long, stiff cock upward into April's swirling cunt. His bulging glans massaged the walls of her channel, sending ripples of delight along her cuntal nerves. She leaned forward to press her clit more firmly against his horny shaft.
Her tits swayed and jiggled above Travis' face. He arched his neck and snapped at her tossing nipples, taking first one, then the other, into his mouth for a moist, heated suck.
April's passion increased.
She lay fully against the man, and worked her cunt wildly around his plunging prick. She gasped. She quivered.
She came in a rush, her hips pumping out of control.
All the tension flowed from her as Travis' spurts of jism gushed into the well of her cunt. Cooing, she kissed his cheeks, neck, and chest.
He stroked her titties tenderly.
April's happiness was complete.
CHAPTER NINE
That evening April and Travis checked out the diggings, looking over the artifacts that had been unearthed. Though these objects interested her, she had something far more important and enjoyable to think about now. Her mind was skipping eagerly ahead, speculating about when Travis would ask her to marry him and how soon the wedding might be.
The fact that he was twice her age didn't disturb April. Though forty, he was a young and vital man, both mentally and physically.
Mrs. Travis Stone, she thought over and over, enjoying the distinguished-sounding name.
Though Travis hadn't said anything about marriage, April felt he would soon do so. That was the natural thing for people to contemplate when they were in love.
After a light supper, April and Travis sat on the porch of the cottage and watched the rose and gold vestiges of a brilliant sunset fade from the sky.
Abruptly he turned to her and said, "We'll have to leave here in the morning."
"So soon?" April asked, disappointed.
"Afraid so. I have another series of lectures coming up, as you know. Before that, I want to fly to New York and have a talk with my publisher about my next book."
"That will be fun!" April said, feeling better. "Going to New York, I mean. I've never been there."
"Oh. Well, there really won't be any need for you to come along. It will be a very quick trip-no time for sightseeing or the like."
"I see," April said. But she didn't see exactly. Smiling, Travis took her hand as he rose. "Let's make this a night we'll always remember."
April accompanied him into the cottage. He lit a lamp.
April's mood had changed abruptly. Doubts had crept in to darken her hopeful glow. She watched Travis, unsure of how he really felt or of what he was planning.
She didn't know him very well, she was forced to admit. They had been truly close for only a couple of days.
He turned to her. "Don't feel sad," he said gently, and kissed her on the eyelids. "This moment is all that matters. We're here together."
As he held her close, April was almost persuaded that he was right. Her heart was beating faster, the blood pumping warmly through her veins. Being close to Travis was the most wonderful thing in the world; she couldn't mar the moment with doubts or worries about the future.
He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. The small bedroom was dim, since the only light came from the other room. That was fine with April. It added to her sense of coziness in being with the man she loved.
Travis lay down on the bed beside her. She extended her arms around his neck, and they kissed. One of his arms was underneath her body. His free hand caressed her.
Her skirt slid up easily, and he was able to stroke her hips, ass and tummy through her clinging, thin briefs. She felt his cock grow hard in his trousers.
What a wonderful instrument that was! she thought. It gave her so much pleasure!
Travis was stroking her satiny thighs, and she gently parted them. He touched her warm cunt through the crotch-strip of her panties.
"Love me!" April panted. "Ooh, Travis, fuck me all night long!"
"I'm not an iron man, baby, but I'll do my best," he said.
He felt like an iron man at the moment, she thought. At least one part of him did-the part which was pressing against her thigh!
Unable to wait a moment longer to free his prick and make love to it, April attacked the fly of his trousers, pulling the zipper down. Travis slid his fingers under the elasticized legband of her panties. She thrilled as he tickled her cunt, toying with the hairy lips.
April pulled the man's erect cock out of his pants. She stroked it, marveling for perhaps the dozenth time at how hard it was-how long and straight and powerful!
She thought of its unique, titillating taste and scent.
She had to take it into her mouth!
Squirming, April sat up and bowed her head toward Travis' middle. Her black hair showered around his belly and thighs as she held his cock, pointing its rounded rosy head at her parted lips.
She gently sucked the tip of it, working her encircling lips on the smooth, spongy glans.
Travis groaned and wormed a finger into her cunt. She was already wet inside-wanting him. As he frigged her, April bobbed her head on his cock, taking his glans deeper and deeper into her mouth as her lips crept lower on the shaft.
She was in seventh heaven-tasting and smelling Travis' prick, feeling it stroke her lips and tongue and stuff her mouth as he diddled her hot, throbbing cunt.
He tugged at her panties, pulling them down. His mouth was on her smooth belly, licking and sucking.
His teeth nipped her pubic hairs.
April had to let go of his cock so she could lean back and raise her legs, enabling him to remove her panties. He tossed the panties aside.
April grasped his cock and attempted to get her mouth down onto it again. But he held her back.
"Let's take all our clothes off," he said, rising.
April was quick to comply, pulling her dress over her head, making her titties flip. She had given up wearing a bra. Her figure didn't require it, and it only got in the way.
She watched Travis warmly as he took off his shirt. His cock stuck up from his fly, waggling. He kicked off his shoes, then hopped, removing his socks. This caused his cock to sway and bob all the more.
How April wanted it! She could hardly wait.
Travis dropped his trousers and stepped out of them. The lowering of his shorts pulled his cock in through the fly. But it immediately bounced out above the descending waistband. He stepped from his shorts and dropped them.
"Come here, darling!" April invited passionately. "I want to suck you some more!"
Travis approached the bed, then surprised her by mounting her backward. His knees were planted at each side of her head, and his face was directed toward her spread thighs.
April stared up at his hairy crotch. She breathed in the scent of his perspiration. She had even gotten so she enjoyed that.
As Travis began to eat her cunt, she knew what to do with him: She grasped his stiff prick and pointed it down into her mouth. His balls, which still hung heavy and long despite his arousal, nestled against the girl's nose as she took his dick deeply into her mouth and throat. She was staring directly at Travis' asshole.
His nose was buried between her soft asscheeks as he stroked his tongue into her delectable cunt. His lips suctioned at the soft, moist folds of her pussylips.
April sucked his prick enjoyably. After a bit, she let it flip free and concentrated on his sweaty nuts, licking them all over. She tilted her head backward on the pillow and licked into the cleft between his asscheeks. Her tongue moistened the man's asshole as it wiggled against the tight ring.
He seized her slit in his mouth.
April thrilled as he gently sucked and licked her stiff, throbbing clitty. She caught his cock in her mouth once more. Travis began to pump his hips, stroking his thick prick up and down in the elastic circle of her lips.
The mutual oral lovemaking felt so good that April didn't want to interrupt it, even to be fucked.
Anyway, a long night stretched ahead. April thought giddily about how it would be to take Travis' load of jism right in her mouth. How would it taste? Would she dare swallow it?
Travis fucked her face fiercely as he gobbled her cunt. His balls bounced up and down astride her nose.
His slippery prick glided briskly in and out of her mouth, the ridge of his glans skidding repeatedly across the soft rubber band of her lips.
His intense sucking and licking of her clitty had brought April tremblingly close to orgasm. She wanted it immediately, and she wanted to give Travis an orgasm, too.
She hunched hungrily at his prick, stripping it with her lips and tongue. She champed at the big, rubbery cockhead.
"Aawwgh!" Travis growled against her cunt. "Ghuuugh ... ghuuugh...." April moaned around her mouthful of plunging prick.
She raised her hands and grasped Travis' ass. On a mad impulse, she wiggled a middle finger against his asshole.
Suddenly he came, his cock leaping up and down in April's sucking mouth. His cum spilled from the tip of the jerking organ. The viscous stuff washed over April's tongue, driving her taste buds wild. It flowed down her gulping throat.
She came gloriously, socking her wet cunt against Travis' face. Spastic tremors rocked her.
Travis kept ejaculating, overflowing her mouth with his hot jism, causing it to trickle from her lips and down both cheeks. April gulped furiously. Her eyes watered.
Gradually all tension flowed from her and, after Travis stopped coming, she fell limp. He withdrew his softening cock from her mouth and climbed off. He looked at her.
She made a wanton picture as she lay there with his cum dribbling from one comer of her mouth. While Travis watched her, she stuck out her tongue and licked the jism from her lips.
"Did you ... like that?" he asked.
"Yesss!" she whispered, her eyes a bit glassy.
He lay down beside her, took a comer of the bedsheet, and wiped her cum-smeared cheeks.
She kissed him on the mouth, and he believed he could taste his jism on her tongue.
"You don't want to go to New York without me-do you, Travis?" she asked.
"It isn't that I want to, April. But it doesn't seem feasible for you to come along. Oh, but let's discuss that later."
He cuddled her in his arms. Her tits, crowded together, spread against his firm, hairy chest. He stroked her back and her asscheeks.
April's hand moved to his cock. She just couldn't seem to leave him alone down there. Within the last couple of days, Travis' prick had become the most important object in the world to her.
She hadn't felt the same way at all about the cock of the Indian boy.
It seemed to April that of all the men in the world only Travis would be able to satisfy her ... ever.
She fondled his slack cock and balls, which were still a bit damp. Her fingertips traced the ridge of his glans. She tickled the end of his cock.
"Damn, if you keep doing that, you're going to have me horny again," he warned.
"What do you suppose I want, silly?" April lazily replied.
"I know what you want," Travis said. "You want cock."
"Yes," she admitted. "But only your cock. Ooh, Travis, I love you so!"
"You love me or it?" he asked carefully.
"You're one and the same," April said. "You and your beautiful prick!"
He chuckled. "You've certainly changed since we came out here. Before you wouldn't have used words like that. And you wouldn't have done the things you've been doing with me, either. I'd like to take all the credit, but I'm afraid that young Indian deserves a bit of it, too. Tell me, how did it feel when he had his dog fuck you?"
"That was horrible!" April said. "And John doesn't deserve any credit at all. Ooh, maybe in just one way-he made me appreciate you."
"Well, I'm grateful for that," Travis said, and kissed her.
"How long before you can get hard again?" April asked as soon as the kiss had ended.
"Ooh, a few minutes, I guess. That is, if you help me."
"That's what I had in mind," April said, and sat up. She eyed his cock and balls.
"It would help," he said, "if you were to put on stockings and a garter belt."
"Really? Do you like them?"
"Very much. They do wonders for a woman's legs-and for her ass, too."
"Do you like my ass, darling?" April inquired impishly as she rolled over.
He stared at her smooth, rounded asscheeks as they quivered to a stop.
"Your ass is the most beautiful I've ever seen," he said, and stroked it.
"Maybe before the night's over, you'll stick your prick up it again," she said.
"You liked that too, didn't you?" he asked, marveling.
"I like everything you do to me!" April passionately declared.
What a treasure! he thought as he gently stroked her ass. Too bad I have to leave her!
April climbed from the bed and found a garter belt and stockings. Smiling at Travis, she put the belt on, hooked it, and twisted it around. She sat and donned the hose.
Travis watched her cross and recross her legs, which furnished teasing glimpses of her cunt. He enjoyed seeing her stretch the tops of her stockings and fasten the garters to them.
"I'm glad you wear stockings instead of panty hose," he said. "If I had my way, panty hose would be outlawed."
"That would make a lot of girls unhappy," April replied. "Panty hose are popular."
"I know," Travis said. "I've wrestled with a lot of them ... and been offended by the way they look."
April stared at him. "Have you fucked many women, Travis?"
He smiled. "Listen to her talk. Fucked many women. April, you're beginning to sound like a sailor."
She didn't like that. She sprang to her feet, and her titties jiggled.
"All right," she said. "Have you slept with many women? Does that sound better?"
"I was hoping you would forget the question," he said.
"That means you have slept around a lot! Oh, Travis, what am I going to do with you?"
"I have a suggestion," he said, and stood. "Why don't you kneel right there and suck me for a while?"
"All right."
April got down on her knees. It didn't disturb her to assume such a submissive posture before the man she loved. In fact, she enjoyed that aspect of it.
She lifted Travis' limber prick and licked its rosy head.
"Damn, I love to watch your tongue gliding over my cock!" he said. "It looks as good as it feels!"
"It tastes good to me," April told him, and took a suck at the tip of his cock.
"Put it all in your mouth," he instructed.
April took in the entire slack, meaty prick, stuffing her mouth with it. Her lips were at the base of his cock, pressing his pubic hair. His balls dangled against her chin.
Bobbling his cock on her tongue, she tugged gently at the supple length. Her forward and back motions caused his balls to swing against her chin.
Looking down and watching the erotic action, while feeling the direct effect of it, Travis gradually became aroused.
April was pleased to feel strength flowing into his cock, swelling the head, lengthening and stiffening the shaft. She was forced to back up slightly and to release part of his prick. She hunched rhythmically forward and back, honing his hard-on with her gliding lips and tongue. Soon Travis had a splendid boner.
When she let go of it, because her lips were sore from the stroking, the thing snapped smartly upward.
She stuck out her tongue and lashed the head and underside of his cock, making it wobble to and fro.
Grasping the shaft, she tilted it down and licked the head thoroughly.
Travis watched all this, burning it into his memory.
"All right!" he said finally. "That's good enough."
"Good enough?" April echoed with a little smile. "It's wonderful!"
She rose to her feet and turned toward the bed. "Wait!" Travis said. "I want to try something different."
"What's that?" April inquired, curious.
"Stand right there and bend over. Grasp your ankles."
April did as he said.
Travis walked around her, studying the pretty sight from all angles. April's titties were hanging down. So was her lovely black hair. From the rear, the sight was especially appealing.
Her stocking-tops clung snugly to the fullness of her thighs, cinched by her garters. Her ass was wide and voluptuous, split blatantly so that both her shaggy cunt and her asshole were on display.
Standing behind her, Travis gave his cock a few strokes with his hand. He moved up and carefully fitted his cockhead into her soft slitted cunt.
"Ooh, that's what I want!" April said, smiling up at him.
He began to fuck her in a standing position, rocking on the balls of his feet. He gripped her naked hips to steady her.
April's tits swung like tolling bells. Though she was tired from bending over, she enjoyed the slapping of Travis' firm belly against her asscheeks and the jolting of her body as he sent his lightning bolts crashing into her. His bulb-ended prick drove very deep, stuffing her with its horny bulk.
Travis interrupted the forward and backward motions and twisted his deeply sunk cock. The stirring sensation gave April a special thrill. It was as if her belly were a cauldron and his cock a stick that was mixing some very thick, warm substance.
He resumed the straight driving thrusts with even greater vigor than before. It was all April could do to remain upright as he rammed her ass forcefully.
"Let me ... lie down!" she finally pleaded.
Travis drew back and his prick popped out of her snug, lathered cunt. His cock snapped to a nearly perpendicular position.
"Lie on your back," he told April. "Dangle your legs over the edge of the bed."
The excited girl did so, and Travis grasped her limbs. He lifted them into the air and spread them wide apart. Jerking upward on her ankles, he raised her hips from the mattress. His swaying prick was caught between the slippery lips of her cunt, and he drove his hips forward, sinking his cock into her to his balls.
He fucked fiercely, jostling April like a sack of laundry. Her titties leaped forward and back, in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Ooh, God!" she cried, and writhed. "You're driving right ... into me ... up to my ... tonsils!"
Travis pulled out and let her collapse onto the bed. He grasped her legs once more and flopped her over.
"Stick that pretty ass up!" he said, and she did so, keeping her tits pressed against the mattress. She spread her knees wide apart. The voluptuousness of her ass was dramatized by her garter belt and the dark, clinging tops of her stockings.
Travis drove into her cunt again. On her chest and knees, April was able to move more freely than before. She circled her warm, clasping cunt around the man's vigorous plunges. She pressed eagerly backward, trying to absorb more and more of him.
He began to slap her asscheeks as he fucked her-first one side, then the other, then both cheeks at the same time.
April moaned. She gasped. She squealed.
Finally she came, shuddering from head to toes. Travis grunted and spat his jism into her, his cock twitching. He twisted, still grinding in her velvety embrace. He kept that up for as long as he had anything strong enough to twist, then backed away and let his spent cock flop from her palpitating cunt.
April fell forward, lying across the bed.
Travis eyed her lovely asscheeks which mounded so perfectly. Her plump thighs were luscious above the tops of her stockings.
Suddenly hating her for being so appealing when he had to give her up, he began to spank her pert, bouncy ass.
"Ooooh!" April bawled as she stared at him over her shoulder.
He bent and licked the lovely cheeks he had been slapping. Then he clamped his teeth onto one of her thighs and took a meaty bite.
April yelped.
Travis walked outdoors, naked, and took a piss.
* * *
In the wee hours of the morning, April awoke to a strange sensation. It was uncomfortable but stimulating. A few moments passed before she realized what was going on.
Travis was lying behind her in bed. They both were on their sides. His big prick, without her knowledge, had pressed into her relaxed asshole and was sticking all the way up her ass!
"Oooh, daaar-ling!" she purred, and wiggled her warm, tight ass around his gently pumping cock.
This ass-fucking lasted much longer than the first one. Before it was through, April was gasping and panting, pressing her hot ass backward to absorb as much prick as Travis had. The fist-like bulb of his cock was stirring deep inside her guts. His balls were brushing her asscheeks as he twisted. He clutched her tits, squeezing them like wads of dough.
Finally she began to shudder. The climax intensified until waves of vibrating ecstasy coursed through her. Her elastic asshole spasmed around the man's deeply sunk cock.
He came, shooting his jism up her shit chute. April was utterly bushed.
Travis slowly pulled his prick out of her and got off the bed to cleanse himself. She felt her vigorously fucked asshole slowly shrink to its normal closed state.
By now she loved Travis even when he was abusing her. In fact, she relished the abuse she received from him.
She couldn't imagine living a day-or a night-without having him near.
It was too late at night, and she was too tired, to start a discussion. But she resolved to have a talk with Travis in the morning and to insist that he take her along on his trip to New York. Even if they were to fly in and out, without seeing anything, she wouldn't care. At least Travis would be close to her and would give her one delicious fucking in their hotel room.
April had gotten so that she lived from fuck to fuck. Or from suck to suck, she thought shamelessly.
Blissful lassitude seeped through her, and she dropped back to sleep.
CHAPTER TEN
After their morning bath in the cave pool, April and Travis ran back to the cottage ... both of them stark naked.
The cabin was warming up already, so they decided to dress quickly and be on their way. However, Travis delayed for a moment as he watched April standing nude in front of the crude dresser, selecting the undies she would wear.
Her asscheeks were twin delights-lusciously rounded and smooth. Her tapering thighs were equally erotic. The stained mirror tossed back a stimulating reflection of her tits-high and shapely, nipples pointing out and upward.
Travis' contemplation of the lovely sight caused his cock to swell and push forward from his balls. But he didn't allow himself to develop a full-fl-edged hard-on. If he wasn't strict with himself at this point, he believed, he might never be able to break off with this delightful young girl.
He turned away and put on his shorts, having some difficulty confining his cock.
Meanwhile April was wrapping a garter belt around her trim middle, fastening it, and twisting it into position.
Next she put on her panties, pale-pink sheer ones. Travis stole a glance as she pulled them up, covering her furry cunt.
April turned away to reach for her stockings, and Travis admired the sheen of her panties which were drawn snugly across her plump asscheeks. He stepped into his trousers.
April sat and crossed her legs to put on her nylons. She carefully cinched them to her garter belt. Travis kept glancing at her as he put on his shirt, buttoned it, and tucked it into his pants.
Leaving her titties unfettered, April pulled a clingy blouse down over her head. Her nipples made little bumps in the snug garment.
A skirt and shoes completed her ensemble. She turned to the mirror to work on her hair and makeup.
Travis completed dressing.
Few words passed between the couple during this period. Travis was pensive, and April was steeling herself for the major effort which was to come-her insistence that Travis take her with him to New York.
They quickly packed their suitcases and carried them to the car. Travis loaded them into the trunk. By the time he walked around and slid behind the steering wheel, April was seated calmly, looking straight ahead.
"You know, I'm sorry to leave this place," Travis said as he started the car.
"I'm not," April replied. "It was wonderful for us, but we have a lifetime ahead."
Travis didn't reply.
The air-conditioner quickly cooled the car as he drove slowly over the rutted dirt road, back toward the highway.
"April...." he finally said, "would you rather I dropped you back at the university, or would you like to take a bus to your home?"
"Neither," she replied, still looking straight ahead through the windshield. "I'm going with you to New York."
"Baby ... I told you that was impossible."
She looked at him. "No, Travis. It's not impossible at all. If you love me, you'll take me along."
"Love?" he responded. "We didn't talk about love, did we?"
"I did," she reminded him, feeling hurt. "I thought you felt the same way."
"Now, look," he said gently. "We have a good time together-a lot of fun-but unfortunately it's over. I have my life and you have yours."
April stared at him, hardly able to comprehend what he was saying. Refusing to take her with him to New York had been bad enough, but now he seemed to be saying their affair was over.
"Travis, you don't mean that!" she said.
"I'm sorry, but I do." Now he was the one who was avoiding her eyes, staring straight ahead through the windshield.
By this time they had reached the highway. April realized she would have to convince him that she meant too much to him to be cast aside, and she would have to do it right away.
She slid closer to him on the bench seat and placed her hand in his lap. She began to fondle his cock and balls through his clothes.
"Please stop it!" he said, and tried to push her away.
But since he had to guide the car, he was unable to fight her off. April succeeded in opening his trousers and taking out his dick.
His cock remained limp, even though April stroked it. He had remarkable control over his sexual reactions. Desperate, the girl elected to go all out. She quickly pulled up her blouse, causing her tits to bounce naked.
Just then they passed a large truck, which was traveling in the slow lane. The driver in the high cab had a perfect view into their car. April knew he saw her titties, but she didn't care.
She leaned close to Travis, rubbing her soft, enticing tits against his arm. She continued to stroke his cock.
Still he resisted.
"Put your blouse back on!" he snapped, attempting one-handed to dislodge her grip on his cock.
"I won't!" April declared.
With her free hand, she tugged her skirt lap-high, exposing her bare thighs above the tops of her gartered stockings. Even the pink edges of her panties were on display.
The car passed another truck. A blast of the truck's horn told April and Travis that the driver had seen everything.
"You want to get us stopped by the police?" he asked irately.
"I don't care!" April said. "I just want to go with you to New York! And I want to be with you from now on! I want to marry you, Travis!" she blurted.
"Are you out of your mind?" he snapped.
If April had had any pride left, she would have answered his rebuff with a recrimination of her own. But nothing mattered except convincing Travis that he shouldn't leave her behind.
She quickly bowed her head, wedging it between his body and the steering wheel. She heard him gasp as she took the head of his cock into her mouth.
Travis momentarily lost control of the car, and it weaved dangerously. He was forced to reduce speed.
He panted as April sucked, and his cock grew in her mouth until the bulb was big and fat against her tongue and the shaft stretched her lips wide apart. She rhythmically worked her mouth up and down on his straining prick.
A bus approached from behind, switched to the left-hand lane, and passed. The passengers by the windows must have gained a thrilling glimpse of the blow job.
April kept sucking and pumping her mouth up and down on Travis' rigidly upthrust cock.
A cab-over truck approached and reduced speed when it was beside the car. For more than a mile, the truck and car traveled side by side, the truckdriver obviously getting his kicks as he watched the pretty, black-haired girl giving head to the car's driver.
Travis jerked in his seat, driving his hot cock deeper into April's mouth. She lapped vigorously at his prick. He shot, and the cum spewed over her tongue, most of it gushing down her throat as she gulped.
However, some of the slimy stuff slid backward to dribble down between her clasping lips and his quivering cock.
April kept sucking and swallowing until his balls were drained. Then she lifted her head and licked her moist, slack lips.
Travis was breathing hard as his cock wilted. He stuffed it back into his pants and zipped up.
"Now are you going to take me to New York?" April asked.
"We'll see," he said, and cast her a quick glance. "Put on your blouse."
April decided she had better do so before a policeman appeared and pulled them over. Anyway, she had made important points with Travis, she believed. Doing what she did, right while they were traveling on a public highway, had proved her devotion and, she hoped, had made him see how much she meant to him.
Little was said between them until they arrived in a town. Travis proceeded slowly along the main street. When he spotted a Greyhound bus sign in front of a drug store, indicating the place where the bus stopped, he immediately pulled over to the curb.
"What's the matter?" April asked in alarm, for she had noticed the sign, also.
"You're getting out right here," Travis said, and handed her two fifty-dollar bills from his wallet. "This will cover your expenses home."
April just stared at him.
"I realize I owe you some salary," Travis continued. "I'll have to send you a check for that. I have your home address."
"B-but don't you at least want me to keep working for you?"
"No, April. After my next series of lectures, I'll be spending some time at home, writing. I won't have need for an assistant."
The dismayed girl couldn't believe she was getting a total brushoff so casually-after all that she and Travis had meant to each other.
He got out of the car and unlocked the trunk. He removed her suitcases, placing them on the sidewalk.
He opened the door on her side of the car.
"Goodbye, April," he said.
She realized that she couldn't just sit there. And there seemed nothing left to say. She got out of the car, her legs trembling beneath her.
Travis walked around, climbed behind the wheel, and took off.
April was left standing on the sidewalk in that cruddy town, whose name she didn't even know. Her suitcases were beside her. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
She felt as if the world had come to an end.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The last place in the world that April wanted to go was home.
She killed time in a small cafe, dawdling over a lunch she was too sick to eat. Finally she was able to bring some order to the chaos in her mind.
She still wanted Travis.
She couldn't imagine herself being happy with any other man.
Even the cruel way he had brushed her off hadn't turned her against him. She was deeply hurt, but she continued to entertain the hope that she could make him relent and take her back. It was this or nothing, as far as she was concerned.
She knew where Travis lived. The money he had given her was sufficient to take her there by bus and to keep her for two or three days until he returned from New York. Then she would go to see him. By that time he would have had a chance to think over what he had done. Perhaps by then he would have decided he'd made a mistake. At least she would find out.
With this plan firmly in mind, April felt a little better. She walked to the drug store and purchased a bus ticket.
* * *
Travis was happy when he pulled his car to a stop in the driveway of his suburban home. His business trip to New York had been a success, and he was at home, with several days off, before having to embark on his next lecture series.
He intended to make good use of the time, from the moment that he walked through his front door.
He removed his bags from the car, carried them to the door, and let himself in. The house was quiet.
"Lorraine?" he called.
A pretty, thirty-five-year-old woman appeared from the back of the house. She was zipping up her dress, and her reddish-blonde hair was slightly disheveled.
"Darling!" she exclaimed. "I didn't expect you until later. You must have taken an early flight."
"I couldn't wait to see you, after all these weeks!" Travis said.
He took her in his arms.
They had the house entirely to themselves, their children being away at a private school.
Travis and his wife of sixteen years kissed warmly, tickling tongues. Travis began to pull her skirt up, while looking across her shoulder, watching her reflection in a wall mirror.
He raised her skirt and slip past her hips, exposing her matronly but provocative ass in white nylon panties. Garter straps extended from beneath her briefs, pressing against her bare thighs and cinching the tops of her stockings. Lorraine always dressed that way for him.
He placed his hands on the wobbly cheeks of her ass and rolled them in her silky panties. This caused her lower belly to grind against him, giving rise to his superbly conditioned cock. Lorraine broke the kiss and backed off, forcing him to let go of her. Her skirt dropped. She stared at the distended condition of his trousers.
Her face was a little flushed as she said, "You're certainly eager!"
"I've been away from you a long time," Travis said.
He unzipped his pants.
Lorraine knew what he wanted, and she didn't mind. She dropped to her knees on the expensive rug and freed her husband's cock from his clothes.
The thing snapped bolt upright, its rosy head bulging with lust.
Lorraine bent and began to slowly lick the knob of his cock, steadying the shaft with her hand. Her wavy hair hung down, catching a glint of sunlight from a nearby window.
She licked Travis' cock all over while he looked down, watching intently. Then she clasped his large, spongy cockhead in her mouth and drew gently at it while her encircling lips rhythmically compressed just behind the glans.
She reached into his trousers and brought out his balls, letting them hang through his gaping fly.
After giving the head of his cock a long, juicy sucking, she released it, her lips making a moist, popping sound. She nudged his cock with her nose, pressing it up against his belly, and proceeded to lick up and down the underside of the shaft, finally reaching his balls.
Lorraine licked his nuts all over, lifting his scrotum with her fingers so that she could gain access to the backs of his balls. She took one nut into her mouth and laved it with her saliva. She released it and took in the other, letting it soak.
While she held his nut in her mouth, she looked up at him, her green eyes dancing.
Travis' cock twitched against her nose. He was anxious to make use of that instrument, which hadn't seen action since he had bid April goodbye.
"That's enough, darling," he said to his wife. "Stand up."
Lorraine rose to her feet, looking at him lovingly.
Giving her little kisses about the mouth and eyes, he reached behind her and unfastened her dress. He lowered the garment from her shoulders, and it slid to the floor.
Lorraine wore a white bra and matching half-slip.
"Why the bra, darling?" he asked.
She gave an embarrassed smile. "My tits aren't as firm as they used to be. I've been wearing a bra lately."
He removed her bra, and her tits fell slightly. But they remained shapely and appealing. Her aureoles were wide, with little bumps at their centers-quite different from April's pert, stem-like nipples, dark with small disks.
Travis lowered his wife's slip, revealing her plain nylon panties, her garters, and her hose. He squatted in front of her to remove the discarded dress and slip from about her feet.
Taking hold of her plump, panty-clad ass, he drew her close to him. He kissed her belly through her thin panties.
"Let me take your clothes off," she requested, her voice showing the effect of the excitement he had induced.
Travis stood. His prick still projected from his pants-front.
Lorraine ignored it for the moment, but proceeded to remove his jacket, then his tie and shirt. He stood calmly through all this, though his cock remained stiffly erect.
His wife knelt to untie his shoes. His prick pressed against her cheeks as she worked. Once she turned her head slightly and kissed the side of his cockhead.
After his shoes were off, Lorraine unfastened the top of his trousers and drew them down. He stepped from them, his cock bobbing springily.
Lorraine lowered his boxer shorts, causing his prick to pull in through the fly, then bob out above the waistband. He stepped from the underwear and was naked.
Again Lorraine took his cock into her mouth. She sucked languorously, circling her moist tongue around the inflated glans. Travis groaned with pleasure. He reached down and jiggled his wife's tits.
She rose and walked to a heavy upholstered chair with a low back. She bent forward across the back, resting her head on the chair seat.
Travis excitedly peeled the panties from his wife's pretty ass.
What he wanted was on enticing display-softly slitted and edged by blonde hairs as it peeped at him from between her milk-white thighs.
He knelt and kissed each of Lorraine's asscheeks. He swabbed his tongue wetly between them, and she gasped as he tickled her sensitive asshole. He clamped his teeth around the fullness of a thigh and bit gently as his nose nudged a garter strap.
Travis stroked her thighs up and down as he enjoyed visually the contrast between her smooth, pale skin and the dark-brown tops of her stockings. He licked along a stocking-top and slid his tongue under a garter.
"Ooh, darling, please fuck me!" Lorraine implored, her voice partially muffled by the chair.
Travis kissed her pleasantly scented cunt, working his tongue into the slit. She moaned and wiggled her ass against him.
He stood. After giving his cock two quick strokes with his hand, he moved up and fitted the bulbous head between the lips of his wife's cunt. He pushed, gliding his cock into her all the way.
He began to fuck her rhythmically, slapping his belly against her bouncy, upturned ass.
This was the way he most enjoyed fucking, and Lorraine knew it. She always tried to give him everything he wanted on the infrequent occasions when he was at home. That insured she would be able to live the kind of life she wanted, with all her material needs taken care of while she amused herself with a succession of young men.
Travis understood this, just as she understood his fascination with young women. These were matters they never talked about any more, because there was no need. Jealousy did not enter the picture, because each had all he or she wanted from the other.
Lorraine wiggled her ample ass as Travis fucked her. He pumped his cock slowly in and out of her cunt several times, then held his cock deep inside her and twisted it as he ground his hips.
"Oooh, dar-linnng!" she exclaimed. "You're fucking me so gooood!"
"Your cunt is the best in the world, my precious!" Travis crooned as he stirred his deeply sunk cock. "It's tight and wet and hot!"
"And your cock is so stiff and long!" Lorraine responded, playing out her part of the act, which never failed to please him.
He began to fuck her forcefully, driving his prick straight in. His belly noisily spanked her ass. He rubbed his hands up and down her thighs, enjoying the feel of her stocking-tops, bare flesh, and garters.
Lorraine writhed atop the chair, moaning. Her cunt rippled up and down her husband's plunging cock.
Finally her velvet warmth clutched the head of his cock, seeming to entrap it deep inside her.
She heaved, vibrations passing through her body. Groaning, Travis shot, his warm spurts of jism tickling his wife's womb.
* * *
"When will you be leaving on your next lecture assignment?" Lorraine asked as she stepped from the bathroom. She still wore her garter belt and stockings.
Travis, nude, lay stretched out on the bed. "In three days. But after I'm through with that, I'll be home for about a month, doing the preliminary work on my new book."
"That will be nice," Lorraine replied, giving no hint of disappointment over having him underfoot.
This was, after all, his home. He had the privilege of making use of it-and of her-whenever he wished.
She stepped into her panties and drew them up over her garter belt. She turned toward the bed, about to lie down next to her husband.
The doorbell rang at the front of the ranch-style house.
"Shit!" Lorraine said.
"Don't answer it," Travis suggested.
"I'll have to, darling," she replied, stepping into her dress. "I'm expecting a delivery."
"Some new clothes?"
Lorraine smiled fondly at the husband who provided so well for her. "You know my vices, don't you?"
"Mm-hmm. All of them."
Lorraine hurried to the door, pushing her hair into place. She opened the door and stared at a beautiful young woman with black hair and blue eyes.
"Yes?" Lorraine asked.
April blinked. "I was looking for Professor Travis Stone. Doesn't he live here?"
"Indeed he does." Lorraine smiled.
"Well, uh ... "
"I'm Mrs. Stone. May I help you in any way?"
April's brain grew light. Her knees felt as if they would give way, sending her crashing to the doorstep.
"I ... I didn't know P-Professor Stone was ... married," she faltered.
"Oh, you didn't? Well, just who are you, if I may ask?"
Suddenly April realized the futility of her hopes concerning Travis. She also realized the extent of his betrayal. He had deliberately failed to tell her he was married, leading her to believe he was a bachelor so that she would develop an interest in him.
"Are you all right?" Lorraine inquired anxiously, noticing the pallor which had come to the girl's face.
"Perhaps you'd better step inside."
April entered the house, her legs quivering. Lorraine led her to a chair.
"Can I get you something-some coffee or something stronger?" Lorraine asked.
"No. Thank you."
"You didn't introduce yourself," the older woman reminded.
"That's right." A vicious look suddenly came to April's eyes. "My name is April Prescott, and I'm your husband's mistress. Or at least, I was."
Lorraine seemed amused. "Travis doesn't have mistresses, my dear. He seduces an occasional young woman. Perhaps you're one of those."
"Where is he?" April demanded.
"I'm afraid you can't see him now."
"How ... how long have you two been married?" April asked out of curiosity.
"Oh, for ages and ages. Since we both were young."
"Do you have children?"
"Two lovely girls, thirteen and fourteen years old. They're in Oakmont Hall," Lorraine added proudly.
"That's the best private school in the state."
"You must be very fond of them," April said, an idea churning in her brain.
"Indeed we are!" Lorraine smiled.
April rose. "Well, I won't take up any more of your time. Thank you, Mrs. Stone."
"You're very welcome," Lorraine said with a smile, and ushered April to the door.
When Lorraine returned to the bedroom, her husband said, "That took quite a while for a delivery."
"Yes, well I wanted to inspect the merchandise." Lorraine slipped off her dress.
"What's the matter?" Travis asked. "You look a little strange."
"Do I, darling? I can't imagine why."
Lorraine, in panties, garter belt and stockings, sat on the edge of the bed and bent over her husband's middle.
She lifted his flaccid cock and began to lick it.
* * *
So he has two sweet, young daughters, has he? April thought as she walked down the street, heading for a gas station on the nearest boulevard, where she could call a taxi.
He even has them in a private school, where they're protected from all the temptations of life-or so he thinks. Well, we'll just see about that!
First I'll have to work out a plan.
April's love for Travis had turned to a hate so fierce that it consumed her.
As she walked, her mind leaped ahead, developing the broad outlines of a scheme which would bring her revenge. By the time she was in a taxi, riding back to town, her plan was virtually complete.
It depended upon an assumption which was inspired by her experience with Travis. Older men desired young women-the younger the better, she was persuaded to believe.
Now to find a dirty old man! she thought. "Driver, let me off here!" she exclaimed as they were passing a city park.
The cabbie pulled over to the curb. April paid him and got out.
She headed into the park, walking slowly between the benches that lined the shady path. Young mothers sat with their children. Middle-aged men were reading newspapers. One glanced up, ogling April as she passed.
Finally she spotted a man with gray hair. He was in his fifties, she judged just the right age!
She sat down on the bench beside him.
The distinguished-looking gentleman glanced at her. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" he asked.
"Yes, it's lovely." April gave the man an inviting smile. "Do you, uh, work in one of the offices around here?" he asked.
"No. I'm new in town."
"I see. I thought that perhaps you were just relaxing on your lunch hour."
"I wish I had a lunch hour," April said. She smiled, feigning embarrassment. "I mean, I wish I had a job to take a lunch hour from."
"Looking for work, hmm?" The man's eyes casually moved over her.
"Yes," April said. "And not having any luck, either. Jobs are scarce, I guess."
The man cleared his throat. "A young woman like yourself-so attractive-shouldn't have difficulty, uh, finding a way to make some money."
"Really?" April batted her blue eyes. "Do you have any suggestions?"
The man glanced about. He cleared his throat again.
Get on with it, you old coot! April thought. "Are you, uh, free this afternoon?" the man asked.
"Yes."
The man smiled. "Have you had lunch?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I haven't."
"Well, why don't we just go to some nice restaurant, have a leisurely meal and perhaps a drink or two and talk about it?" The man hesitated. "Oh, by the way, you are old enough to drink, aren't you?"
"I'm eighteen," April said. "That's old enough for most anything."
"Yes," the man said, beaming. "I would say it's an excellent age!" He rose. "My name is Randolph Foster."
"April Prescott," she said, rising.
"April," he echoed appreciatively. "Aah, the very name of spring!"
"That's a nice way to put it," April said as they started walking along.
"You'll find me a nice person, I believe," Randolph said, taking her arm. "At least, a very appreciative one."
April smiled to herself. Her plan was working perfectly.
* * *
"Ooh, my dear!" Randolph exclaimed. "That's just delightful!"
April lifted her head from his prick. The thing stood remarkably straight and tall for a man of fifty-seven.
That was how old Randolph had said he was. He also had told her he was retired and a widower.
April let her gaze sweep over him as he lay naked on his back on the hotel bed. He wasn't at all bad-looking for an old man, she was forced to admit. He had something of a paunch, but it wasn't large enough to be repulsive. And he seemed very sweet and gentle-not at all like Travis or the young Indian lad, the only two males she had known carnally before.
"Please lick my, uh, penis some more," Randolph begged.
"Your penis?" April said, and laughed gently. "Don't you mean your cock?"
A brightness came into his eyes, and his erection twitched. April knew she had struck a responsive chord. Of course-older men would be thrilled by a young woman talking dirty. In their day, such words weren't widely used.
"I like your cock, Randolph," April said, stroking it. "It's very stiff! And it's tasty, too."
"Taste it some more, my darling," Randolph pleaded.
April hunkered down, letting her black hair shower about his belly and thighs. She slowly licked his prick up and down, allowing the bulbous head to rub against her cheek.
Randolph was panting. "My God, that's wonderful! I haven't had ... anyone do that ... since I was a young man in the Navy."
April stopped licking and glanced at him.
"Oh, don't get me wrong," he said quickly. "It was a woman that did it-a lady of the evening in Marseilles."
April took the tip of his prick between her soft lips and sucked gently. She licked his sensitive piss hole.
He shuddered with delight. "Oh! That's heaven!"
The pleased young woman let his cockhead glide smoothly into her mouth, and she tightened her lips behind its horny ridge. She sucked while bathing his glans in her saliva. Gradually her lips crawled lower on his cock. She raised her head slightly and dropped it again, stroking her encircling lips on his cock.
"Ooooh!" Randolph groaned.
April pumped her mouth up and down several times. Randolph writhed and clutched at the mattress.
April let his prick wave free, raising her head. She didn't want to give him too much satisfaction. Her purpose was more to titillate than to gratify.
"You really like young women, don't you, Randolph?" she asked, snuggling up next to him.
He fondled her tithes. "I like you-very much!"
He twisted his gray head and licked one of her nipples.
"Well, I'm not so young, really," April said. "But I know these two girls-they're sisters-one of them's fourteen and the other's a year younger."
Randolph looked at her. "My God, that's very young!"
"Yes, it is," April agreed with a smile. "Perhaps you'd like to meet them."
A cautious look came into the older man's eyes. "What are you suggesting?"
"That maybe you'd like to meet these girls and have some fun with them."
"You don't mean they, uh, are for sale!"
"Not really," April said, idly toying with his cock. "But I can arrange everything ... provided we have a very private place to meet. A hotel, like this, wouldn't do."
Randolph thought the matter over, then gave a chuckle. "You're a very enterprising young lady," he said, "but I really think thirteen and fourteen is a bit, uh, tender-don't you agree?" He gave one of April's tits a tweak.
"Are you afraid?" April asked.
"No. Just reluctant. I don't really go in for children."
You old fool! April thought.
She had an impulse to jump off the bed and put her clothes on.
But another, contrary emotion was rife within her. Her cunt was warm and moist, and the core of it was tingling. She was reacting as she had thought she never could with any man but Travis.
She bent once more to Randolph's prick. "Aaah!" he said gratefully as she took his cock into her mouth again.
This time April didn't hold back, but pumped her lips briskly up and down on his horny cock.
"Ooh, my dear!" he exclaimed, and his hot cock quivered against her lapping, gliding tongue. Her lips were like a soft rubber band, moving up and down across the sensitive ridge of his cockhead.
April let go of his prick. Her tongue waggled down the shaft, wobbling it to and fro, then began prodding at the man's nuts, buffeting them as she licked.
Randolph writhed and panted.
"Get on me!" he begged. "Ooh God, get on me!"
April leaped astride him, spearing her moist cunt on his cock. She began to bob up and down, causing her tits to dance.
Randolph groaned and drove his happy cock upward, fucking the pretty girl. She fucked back, even harder.
She gasped. She let out a little shriek.
She came, bumping and rippling spastically just as Randolph let go. His hearty spurts hosed the depths of her warmly clasping cunt.
"Oooh, Randolph ... Randolph...." April cooed, lying forward atop him.
"My precious darling!" he said, enfolding her in his arms.
They kissed deeply.
* * *
They fucked once again before the afternoon was over, and Randolph handed her four twenty-dollar bills.
"It's all I have with me," he said apologetically. "But you're worth more. I'd like to see you regularly, and we'll make it a hundred dollars each time, if that's all right."
April was flabbergasted. Even if she went to bed with Randolph only once a week, that would amount to four hundred dollars a month. She probably couldn't make much more than that on a job-maybe not as much.
And she truly had enjoyed herself.
But she still hadn't given up her desire for revenge against Travis.
"You must have lots of money," she said to Randolph as they were getting dressed.
"Well, not lots," he replied modestly. "But I'm comfortable. I was in stocks and bonds before I retired.
Oh, I still dabble a bit-enough to pay the taxes on my investment income."
"Where do you live?" April asked.
"I have a large, old house-larger than I need."
"I'll bet you're afraid to give me the address," April said with a little smile.
Randolph gazed at her as she stood in just her panties. Her beautiful tits stuck out, the nipples firm and rosy.
"What do I have to be afraid of?" the older man responded. "I'm not married. I have a housekeeper, but if she doesn't approve of the way I live, she can find another job. Why don't you come to my house in a day or two-say the evening after next?"
He took a notebook from his coat pocket and scribbled down his address.
"Why don't we say tomorrow night?" April suggested as she took the note from him.
Randolph beamed. "I'm afraid you're trying to finish me off. But that would be a lovely way to go!
Tomorrow night it is."
"I may not be able to make it until rather late," April said. "I'm not sure just what time."
"Any time at all will be satisfactory," Randolph replied. "I don't go to bed early. But tell me, why the uncertainty? Do you have a boyfriend you must sneak away from?"
"You're my boyfriend," April replied with a playful smile. "But I'll probably be moving into an apartment tomorrow and-well, you know how it is, getting settled and all."
"I quite understand."
Randolph took the near-naked girl into his arms and kissed her. April let her little tongue stroke moistly between his lips. She squirmed, rubbing her tits against him.
Randolph gently patted her panty-clad ass.
April felt very good about having met him. He was perhaps old enough to be her grandfather, yet he was perfectly able to satisfy her. And the money he had given her-and promised-would come in very handy.
So she was a whore! April thought. What difference did that make?
She had cast her old-fashioned morals aside. They just didn't suit her any more.
She finished getting dressed, left the hotel with Randolph, and bid him goodbye on the sidewalk. She walked to a large drug store on the comer, entered, and spied a row of phone booths. In a classified directory, she looked up the address of Oakmont Hall.
Regardless of what Randolph had said about very young girls, she believed he would be thrilled when she brought Travis' two daughters to his house. As for the girls, at that age they could be persuaded to do most anything. All that was needed was the right situation, a few forbidden sips of liquor, and an older girl to show them the ropes. They would be eager to learn about life.
April wrote down the address of Oakmont Hall School and left, returning to her hotel on foot.
CHAPTER TWELVE
April was nervous as she approached the gate of Oakmont Hall that evening. The school was completely surrounded by a stone wall, and there was a uniformed attendant in the lighted gatehouse. The place was like a prison, April thought.
"Pardon me," she said as she stepped up to the window of the gatehouse.
"Yes, miss?" the attendant politely responded.
April handed him one of Travis Stone's personal cards. While working for him, she had carried them in her purse for identification purposes when he sent her on errands.
"I'm Mr. Stone's secretary," she said. "He sent me to pick up his daughters."
The middle-aged man studied the card, then looked closely at April.
"This is irregular," he said. "Mr. Stone should have called us."
"I realize that," April responded with a smile which she hoped radiated confidence. "But something has come up-a personal matter at home. The girls will be brought back later this evening."
"Mmm. Well, let me check with someone. Would you excuse me?"
"Surely."
April waited while the man sat down at his desk and picked up the phone. He spoke softly, and she was unable to hear the conversation. After a few moments, he hung up and rose to speak to her.
"I suppose it's all right. Would you like to come in and wait in the reception room?"
"I have a taxi here," April explained, indicating the car that stood with its lights on in the driveway. "Why don't you just send the girls out when they're ready?"
"Very well, miss," the attendant said.
April returned to the cab, congratulating herself on how easy it had been.
But she was well aware that the most difficult part of her plan lay ahead.
After about twenty minutes, during which her taxi bill increased to a frightening figure, Travis' daughters appeared. The attendant let them through the gate, and they hurried to the car.
"Miss Prescott?" the taller one asked anxiously as April opened the door of the cab. She was very pretty, with pale-blonde hair that fell about her shoulders. "Is something the matter at home?"
"No-no," April said. "Everything's all right. Get in, and I'll tell you all about it."
The taller girl got into the cab, followed by her blonde younger sister. Both wore white blouses and blue skirts-the school uniform, April assumed.
She gave the cab driver the address of Randolph's house.
"By the way, my first name is April," she said, smiling at the taller of the Stone girls, who sat beside her.
"I'm Chrissy," the fourteen-year-old said.
"And I'm Karen," the thirteen-year-old spoke up.
Both had burgeoning figures, but Chrissy's tits were by far the larger, pushing out the front of her plain blouse.
Randolph will adore them! April thought.
"Why did Daddy send you to get us?" Chrissy asked, her blue eyes wide.
"Well, the truth is...." April began, then leaned forward to slide shut the partition of the driver's compartment. "Your father didn't send me. It was my own idea. I was thinking about you, shut up in that musty old school all the time, and I thought you might like to have some fun."
"Yeah?" Chrissy asked, and her mouth dropped open.
"Mm-hmm," April said. "I know a very nice man, and he has a big house. There will be liquor to drink, and we'll all have a fine time."
"Hey, this sounds funny," young Karen said.
Chrissy didn't reply, but just kept eyeing April.
"And speaking of something to drink," April continued, opening her purse, "I happen to have a little bottle right here. Have you ever tried vodka? It has hardly any taste, but it makes you feel very good!"
She uncapped the pint and handed it to Chrissy. "I don't know," the young girl said, and stared at it.
"Go on," April urged. "One little sip won't hurt you."
Chrissy lifted the bottle to her lips and took some. She swallowed and gave a little cough.
"It doesn't taste like much," she said, "but it's kinda strong!"
"Let me try it," Karen requested.
Her sister passed the bottle along.
April was ecstatic. Everything was developing just right!
By the time they reached Randolph's house, the young girls had taken several drinks of the vodka, and April had taken a couple herself. All were feeling pleasantly relaxed. In fact, the Stone girls had become a bit giddy.
"What kind of a guy are we gonna meet?" Chrissy asked. "Is he a swinger?"
April was a bit taken aback. "Well, he's a very nice ... older man. In fact, he's quite a few years older than your daddy."
"You'll like him," April promised as the cab came to a stop.
The girls got out. April paid the driver the large sum he requested and even added a generous tip. She didn't want him to be sore at her and perhaps report what may have seemed suspicious.
The cab drove off, and April led the way to the front door of Randolph's mansion. She rang the bell.
"Now you follow my lead," she told the Stone girls. "Don't talk too much and just do what I do. Okay?"
The girls nodded.
They had been remarkably compliant so far. April only hoped that their cooperative attitude would continue.
The door was opened, and Randolph stood there. He was dressed in slacks and an open-necked shirt. He glanced from April to the two young girls beside her, and his eyes narrowed slightly.
"What's all this?" he asked.
"Just let us in, darling," April said, "and you'll find out."
Randolph held the door wide open, and the girls entered the luxurious house.
"Hey, this is nice!" Chrissy said as she glanced around.
"Yeah!" echoed Karen, and gave a little burp. Both were well on the way to being drunk.
Randolph shut the door and confronted April. "I told you not to bring them!" he said.
"Relax," she advised, snuggling close to him. She boldly fondled his cock and balls through his pants.
"We're all going to have a good time!"
They entered the large front room of the house. It was richly carpeted and furnished in fine traditional style. Oil paintings adorned the walls.
"Is your housekeeper around?" April asked, noting that Randolph had left the living room door open.
"I gave her the evening off," he said.
April relaxed a bit more. "Well! Let's all have some drinks. Ooh, by the way, this is Chrissy, and that's Karen," she said, indicating the young teen-agers who stood staring at Randolph. "This is Randolph, girls," April added.
"I'm happy to know you, young ladies," Randolph said.
I'll bet you are! April thought, not believing his earlier statement that girls of fourteen and thirteen were too young for his taste.
"What would you like to drink?" he asked Chrissy and Karen as he walked to the large bar. "Coke or Seven-Up?"
"Ooh, Randolph, don't be a drag!" April said, a bit drunk herself. "We're all having vodka-and please make it straight."
Randolph stopped and looked at her. "Then why don't you do the honors?" he suggested.
"All right, I will." April walked to the bar and found a bottle of hundred-proof vodka. She poured some into four glasses.
Randolph had invited the Stone girls to sit down.
April brought the drinks and passed them out. "Bottoms up!" she chirped.
Randolph set his drink down without sampling it. Chrissy and Karen each sipped from their glasses. The younger one giggled. Chrissy chimed in. April swallowed most of the liquor in her glass-she needed the courage for what was coming next.
"How about some music?" she asked Randolph. "Have you got a stereo or something in this place?"
He stood and walked to a bookcase which had a hi-fi system built into the lower shelves. He turned on some Latin music.
"Ooh, that's great!" April said, and gave a little whirl. She was feeling lightheaded. "Come on, Chrissy and Karen! Let's all put on a dance for Randolph, hmm?"
The young girls stood.
"There's just one trouble," April said in a confidential tone. "We've got too many clothes on to dance good. Let's take our outer things off."
She unfastened her dress and quickly whisked it over her head. Chrissy and Karen stared at April's bare tits, which bounced erotically. Their eyes swept down her body to take in her sheer, lavender panties, her garter belt, and stockings.
"Well, come on!" April urged them. "Take off your blouses and skirts!"
Randolph was saying nothing. He sat calmly and watched.
The young Stone girls giggled. They looked at each other.
"Shall we do it?" asked Karen.
"Why not?" said Chrissy.
April was overjoyed as the pair began unfastening their blouses. They stripped their blouses off, revealing neat white bras. Karen's bra was a bit slack, but Chrissy's bulged with tits that would have done a twenty-year-old proud.
April cast a quick glance at Randolph. He was staring at the young teen-agers, but hadn't yet made a move or said anything.
"Your skirts, too!" April prompted them.
Chrissy and Karen both took their skirts off, revealing white panties, as plain as their bras. The young girls hardly blushed at all. But they giggled a lot. They were pretty drunk by that time, April judged. She was quite tipsy herself.
"Now take off your bras," she said. "Show Randolph your titties."
"Ooh, wow!" Chrissy exclaimed, and quickly followed instructions.
Her luscious young tits thrust forward, full and ripe. They were so firm that they stood proudly erect, without a hint of sag.
Laughing, Karen removed her bra. Her tits were hardly more than mole hills. But that might make them even more appealing to an older man, April thought.
"Now we'll dance!" April said, and joined hands with the younger girls.
They tripped around in a circle, their titties bobbing. Their shapely asses wiggled in their panties.
April kept glancing at Randolph, expecting him to jump up and join in the fun. But strangely enough, he didn't.
He's certainly inhibited! she thought. But we'll get him over that!
"Come on, girls-let's take our panties off!" she said to Chrissy and Karen.
April set the example by stripping her purple panties down and stepping out of them. Laughing, she tossed them at Randolph, and they landed in his lap. He still didn't respond.
The Stone girls looked at April's mature cunt-the thick, black hair that was matted at her lower belly.
"Come on, get rid of your panties, too!" she said to them.
They complied, a bit red-faced now, but laughing. They seemed to think this was great fun.
Chrissy's cunt was adorned with a nice growth of pale, wispy fluff. Karen's thirteen-year-old pussy had sprouted only a few hairs.
April ran to Randolph and plunked herself down on the sofa beside him. She kissed him, rubbing her tits against his arm. She placed her hand in his lap.
His cock was hard!
Wonderful! she thought. He's coming along! "Girls, help me take Randolph's clothes off!" April suggested.
The naked Stone daughters approached.
"Wait!" Randolph said, and stood, evidently oblivious to the hard-on that pushed the front of his trousers forward.
"I just wanted to see how far you would go," he said to April. "And I don't-mind telling you I'm shocked!
You two young ladies," he added to Chrissy and Karen, "put your clothes on right now, and I'll call you a taxi. You have a home, I suppose."
"B-but ... Randolph!" April exclaimed.
"You just sit there and be quiet," he told her sternly.
Chrissy and Karen were staring at each other, obviously wondering what the whole thing was all about.
"Get dressed," Randolph told them again, and walked to the telephone. He quickly dialed a number.
"What shall we do, April?" Chrissy asked.
April was furious. "Oh, put your damned clothes on!"
Chrissy and Karen quickly complied.
Randolph returned to sit beside April. "The cab will be here in ten mintues," he said.
"Just what's the matter with you, anyway?" she asked him in exasperation.
"I've been wondering the same thing about you," he replied. "And by God, before the night's over I'm going to find out!"
As soon as they were dressed, Chrissy and Karen sat primly and waited for the cab. They kept glancing back and forth from April to each other. They didn't say anything.
When a horn outside announced the arrival of the taxi, April stood and walked over to the young girls, who also rose.
"You hadn't better tell anyone about this, understand?" April said. "If the school finds out you didn't go home, tell them the whole thing was a joke. You'd better tell your parents the same thing if they find out."
"Don't worry," Chrissy said, and snickered. Karen giggled.
"I'll let you give the girls their cab fare," Randolph told April. "I don't want to be involved."
April's lush tits quivered as she walked to get her purse. She took a ten-dollar bill from it and gave it to Chrissy.
"Go right back to the school, do you understand?" April said.
"Sure," said Chrissy. She glanced at Randolph and said, "Goodbye, Randy."
Karen giggled again, and the girls hurried out. Randolph turned to face April. "Now what was all that about?" he demanded.
"I was just trying to give you some special fun," she said. "But you were too stupid to take advantage of it!"
"I don't take advantage of schoolgirls," he replied. "But you haven't given me an honest answer. There was more to it than you've admitted."
"Oh, what's the difference?" April sniffed, turning away.
Randolph stared at her beautiful ass, framed by her dark garter belt and the tops of her dusky hose.
Suddenly he reached out, grasped her by an arm, and spun her around.
April gasped, then went plunging toward the sofa. She sprawled face-down on it.
Randolph dropped to the floor beside the couch and held her firmly in position.
"I'm going to whale your sweet ass until you tell me the truth!" he said.
He began to spank her.
April's ass burned as the older man rained blow after blow onto her bouncing, quivering asscheeks. She bawled.
"The truth, damn you!" Randolph cried. "What were you up to, anyway?"
"All right!" April finally cried. "Just stop ... spanking me! Oooooh!"
Randolph stopped slapping her ass and twisted her over. Her bottom felt as if it were on fire. She sniffled as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.
"Their father ... jilted me," she blubbered. "I ... wanted to get ... back at him. I thought that if I ... ruined the girls ... "
"What a monstrous idea!" Randolph said. "There's nothing you won't do, is there?"
April was utterly chastened. She realized at last that her scheme against Travis and his daughters was wrong. Now that it had all collapsed and she had been humiliated, she could hardly believe that she had thought it up. It was, as Randolph said, monstrous!
Strangely, April no longer hated Travis. She never wanted to see him again, but she was willing to let him live his own life.
What she wanted more than anything was for Randolph to forgive her.
"You're really a decent man, aren't you?" she said, as if this was something unusual.
"I try to be," he said.
"Well, I'm sorry." April lowered her lashes contritely. "I'm very sorry about everything."
"Really? You're not going to try a stunt like that again?"
"Never. Randolph, please forgive me!"
April's earnest blue eyes told him she was sincere.
Randolph gazed at her sternly for several moments, then his face broke into a smile, and he took her in his arms.
"Of course I forgive you," he said. "I suppose no harm was done, really. Do you forgive me for spanking you?"
"I guess so," April said. "But my ass sure hurts!"
"Well, let's just see what we can do about that pretty ass of yours."
Randolph gently pressed her onto her belly against the sofa. He gazed at her beautiful asscheeks, which were marked by pink blotches where his hand had struck.
He bent and began to lick her springy, quivering asscheeks.
"Oooh, Randolph, that feels so much better!" April purred, and wiggled her ass against his face.
Carried away by erotic excitement, the older man swabbed his tongue between April's asscheeks, licking her little asshole.
She grasped the front of his pants as he knelt next to the sofa, and stroked his hard-on through the fabric. She unzipped him and took his cock out.
Randolph flopped her over and lifted one of her stocking-clad legs, draping it over the top of the sofa.
This opened her luscious cunt, and he gazed adoringly at the pink, moist flesh between the black-haired outer lips. He bent his head between her thighs.
April twisted, lowering her head over the edge of the sofa, and clasped the head of his prick in her mouth. She champed and sucked on the rubbery bulb as he ate her cunt thrillingly.
Randolph licked all the way up and down her enticingly scented crotch, tasting both her cunt and asshole. He drove his tongue into the velvety, moist chasm between her pussylips, then swabbed his tongue across her erect clit and took a big mouthful of her cunt-lips, hair and all.
April was pumping her warm mouth vigorously on his prick, taking his cockhead deep into her throat.
Her spit trickled down over his balls.
Finally he freed himself and stood up. He quickly took off his clothes.
"Now, young woman," he announced, "you're going to get the fucking of your life-because what happened tonight, all of it, made me very horny!"
"I'm horny too, Randolph!" she said. "Fuck me good!"
He climbed atop her on the sofa. April lifted her stocking-clad legs high in the air and brought them down across his back just as his long prick parted the petals of her cunt and sank deep into her moist, clasping warmth.
He fucked her with long, sure, steady strokes. "Ooh, SHIT that's good!" April cried.
"Talk that way, baby!" Randolph said as he fucked her. "I love it!"
"Your prick!" April panted, writhing her warm, tight cunt around it. "It's just wonderful! I even feel your balls ... slapping against me!"
"Where are they slapping, my darling?" Randolph asked as he swung them harder, driving his stiff cock into her for all he was worth.
"They're slapping my asshole!" April cried. "Ooooh, I love that! Randolph, you fuck so good!"
"My cock has never been so happy!" he said, fucking vigorously.
"Or my cunt!" April declared. "You're sending luscious ripples ... all through it!"
He fucked her with long, powerful thrusts which made the sofa cushions bounce. April's fifties danced before his lustful eyes. He twisted his head and sucked up a nipple, laving it in his warm mouth as his strong prick continued to stroke up and down in her palpitating pussy.
April came, her entire body enveloped in vibrating warmth. Randolph groaned and shot his load of jism inside her.
They lay still, snugly clasped in each other's arms.
"I suppose you'll ... never want to see me again," April said when she had calmed down a bit.
Randolph pushed himself up on his arms and stared at her. "Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Well ... after what I tried to do tonight ... "
"You said you were sorry, and I accept that. Anyway, the scheme was so hare-brained, it had no chance of working. You must have thought I was a real lech, to go for a couple of grade school girls."
"You know, Randolph," she said. "I'm glad that you didn't."
He smiled. "Well, let's just leave it at that, shall we? Let's say you were testing me, and I passed the test with flying colors."
They kissed, and April glided her tongue against his.
"Now, as to the future...." he said, and slipped his cock out of her. He stood and drew April to her feet.
"Let's take a little tour of the house. I want to find out if you like it."
"Well, sure. But do we dare walk around this way-I mean, bare-ass and all?"
Randolph chuckled, and snuggled her against him. "We can walk around my house any way we like.
Anyhow, we've got the place to ourselves."
"Why do you want to show me your house, Randolph?" April asked as they strolled arm-inarm through the wide doorway into the entry hall.
"I want to see if you approve before I ask you a very important question. You mean a lot to me, April. In fact, you mean more to me than anyone since my dear wife died, many years ago."
April's brain was swimming. So much had happened tonight, and she had drunk so much, that she wasn't sure she understood correctly. But it sounded as if Randolph was getting ready to propose!
He's three times my age! she was thinking. But he's also very wealthy!
More important than that, he's nice! AND WOW, CAN HE FUCK!
April happily let him guide her through the mansion.
* * *
Miles away, in a speeding taxi, Karen and Chrissy giggled together.
"What a funny old man!" Karen said. "I can't get over it!"
"And that April babe was something else, too!" Chrissy added. "What do you figure she was trying to pull off, anyway?"
"Darned if I know," said Karen. "But it might have been fun!"
"We're going to have more fun than that!" Chrissy replied. "What a break that we got sprung from Oakmont for the night!"
"Here you are, girls," the cab driver said as he brought the vehicle to a stop in front of the Waverly School for Boys, just down the street from Oakmont Hall.
Chrissy paid him, and the girls got out of the cab.
They sneaked around the side of the main dormitory building, which wasn't enclosed by a wall. Picking a pebble off the ground, Chrissy tossed it up against a second-story window.
After a few moments, the window was opened. A boy's face appeared.
"Hey, who's down there?" he called softly. "We want Donny and Mike!" said Chrissy. "Okay," the youth in the window replied. "I'll send 'em down."
The girls giggled.
"Let's slip off our pants and make it easy for 'em," Chrissy said.
The girls reached up under their skirts and pulled down their panties, stepping from the intimate garments.
"Wow, are they gonna be surprised!" Karen said. "They usually have to sneak over to see us!"
"Yeah, but let's make 'em work for it," Chrissy suggested. "They suck us first, and then we fuck-okay?"
"But don't you want to suck their cocks, too?" thirteen-year-old Karen asked.
"Sure, silly. Like always."
Quivering with excitement, the girls waited anxiously for their young boyfriends to appear.