The rise of radicalism has also seen the birth of numerous splinter groups which seek to hasten the destruction of the Establishment, and justify any means at their disposal as worthy of accomplishing the end they have in sight.
Therefore, in their eyes, it is no crime for the Symbionese Liberation Army to kidnap a newspaper heiress, rob a bank or invite their own violent destruction. Palestinian guerillas applaud the massacre of Israeli athletes at Munich and the slaughter of innocent women and children in their settlements. The Irish Republican Army feels no compunction about setting off car bombs among unsuspecting civilians.
In CATCH HER IN THE RAW Julia Alton becomes the victim of a radical group bent on destroying the campus that her father, as university president, runs. Fearful for her life, afraid for her father's sake, she submits to her tormentors' every whim, and is dragged into a whirlpool of shame and degradation from which there seems no escape.
CATCH HER IN THE RAW-a novel of a war within a nation of peace.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
The shortest way home could very well be the longest.
The disturbing thought flashed through Julia's mind as she entered the on-campus park. The wind rustled the new growth on the trees, sending a slight chill up her spine. The nipples of her breasts grew taut with expectation and she walked more briskly toward the center of the park. She tried to shrug off her fears. It would take only a few minutes to go through the park, and nothing could possibly happen to her in such a short length of time.
Her cunt felt cold and the pubic hair seemed to stand on end. A coed had been raped in the park less than two months before, and three had been attacked the previous year. Numerous warnings had been issued. No girl was to be alone on the campus after dark.
Julia's pace quickened, but she was frightened by the sound of her own footsteps. She felt foolish. The park was well-lighted, except for a few dark corners. Just ahead she could see a light shining on a bed of daffodils. She smiled to herself. It was spring, and in spring a young man's fancy turned to love-not bestial rape.
Love. She supposed that was what the assailants had been thinking of when they had raped the other girls. Or sex. She wasn't sure there was a distinction. The subject had been debated for years. As for herself, she'd had very little experience with either. Maybe it was because her father was president of the college. Or maybe it was because she considered that feeding the intellect was more important than feeding the bodily appetites.
The phrase stuck in her mind. To have an appetite for something meant that one had to be thinking about it. She definitely didn't have an appetite for sex. In fact, she didn't want even the slightest taste of it. At twenty she knew enough about the male and female anatomy to know that she didn't need a six-inch cockshaft buried in her twat every night. She chastised herself for even having such a vulgar thought.
Her pace slowed as she passed the flower bed. She wondered whether she wanted to enjoy the flowers or tempt fate. A man could leap out of the shrubbery at any moment, throw her into the bed of daffodils, and thoroughly fuck her. She tried to push the sensual thought from her mind. There was a noticeable moistening of her pussy. She rubbed herself delicately through her clothing, unintentionally spreading the seepage over her cuntmound.
She paused as she almost stepped on something white and slithery. She tried not to look at it. Even a novice could see that the object was a prophylactic. Some clown had thrown it on the pathway in an attempt to embarrass the coeds, but she doubted that the evil mind had achieved its purposes. Very few of the girls were virginal enough to be shocked by the sight; certainly the more experienced ones had come into direct contact with such a thing. That is, if they weren't on the Pill.
Julia stepped squeamishly around the object, as if it were an evil plague that attacked only the female of the species. She wondered if it was really a used one, if it really had cum in it. Her snatch gave out with a sudden surge of fluids that soaked the crotch of her panties. An exciting fire had filled her loins. She closed her eyes tightly and the image of a giant cockstalk formed in her brain. It was similar to the ones she had seen in the anatomy textbooks, except that it was very large and very erect. She stood very quietly as the fire in her twat burned more brightly, and she was almost certain that an orgasm was forthcoming.
She felt a keen disappointment when it didn't happen. Of course, she couldn't really have known, never having experienced an orgasm before, but she had educated herself as to the effects: rising blood pressure, increased respiration, faster heartbeat, and finally-ecstatic release, like a great ball of fire swirling around in the belly, she supposed, then suddenly shooting out through the cunthole like a hot-tailed comet. This much she had learned from a few futile attempts at masturbation, but her upbringing had prevented her from running the full course.
She wondered how the girls who had been raped had felt. All had testified that they had screamed and pleaded until the act was over and done with, but it was strange that not a single person had heard the cries for help. There had been a lot of talk as to whether there had been an actual rape in any of the four cases.
Three of the girls had admitted to having lost their virginity previous to the attacks. The fourth had been the only one to claim innocence up until the costly night. There had been rumpled clothing and disarrayed hair in each instance, but this was to be expected during any period of prolonged fucking, willing or not. Not a single mark of violence had showed on any of the girls.
The doubting male critics still proclaimed that each of the girls had returned from a tryst in the park with her respective lover. Each had been discovered by an acquaintance while cleaning herself up, and each had screamed bloody rape in order to cover up her moment of pleasure. This was extremely difficult to believe in the case of the virgin, but the wags had an explanation for this. There had to be a first time for every girl-even a whore.
Julia was only a few yards from the far end of the park. When she stepped through the opening in the hedge, she would be directly across the street from her home. In another minute the fear would be gone. But she still experienced some shame for the moment of ecstasy she had allowed herself in the park. Her cunt still tingled. She winced strongly and the fading vision of the prickshaft completely disappeared.
"Get her!"
The words came out in a sharp whisper. The two men moved expertly, one slapping a large piece of tape over Julia's mouth while the other held her arms. She had almost no time to protest as they dragged her to a little foreign car and forced her inside. One climbed into the back seat with her and the other guided the car carefully and quietly away from the curb.
Julia did not struggle with her captors. She recognized both of them and considered their action more of a joke than a threat to her person. "I told you it would be easy, Jerry," the one she knew as Ike told his companion. "She lives in that damned library when she's not attending classes."
"Yeah," Jerry grunted. "Reading books on anatomy. Looking at pictures of naked men's cocks because she hasn't the guts to try the real thing."
Ike ignored Jerry's off-color remark. "The neat part was waiting for her just at the edge of the park," he said. "If we had grabbed her halfway through, she'd have had plenty of time to raise hell."
Ike placed a hand on Julia's bare thigh and she made small sounds of protest from beneath the tape. She moved the leg, trying to shake his hand loose. Ike laughed as he tightened his fingers against her warm flesh. "Don't be so upset, Julia," he said. "I didn't even realize I had my hand on your leg. If I wanted to feel you, I'd start a lot further above the knee than this. Say about eight or ten inches higher."
Julia made another sound and reached down to remove Ike's hand from her thigh. He took it away and leaned over to peer intently into her face. "You're not even frightened, are you?"
Julia shook her head.
Ike carefully removed the tape from her mouth. "It would be a shame to mess up such kissable lips," he said, grinning. "Now, don't you try to sound an alarm or the tape will go right back on."
Julia tugged at the hem of her skirt, pulling it closer to her knees. "I won't scream," she said.
"Just take me home when you tire of your little game."
"It's not exactly a game, Julia," Ike said seriously.
"I suppose you intend to rape me!" Julia blurted.
Ike grunted. "Don't flatter yourself. I've more important things to do than drag girls off the street for a quick fuck. If I want to lay something, all I have to' do is snap my fingers. The campus is overflowing with hot cunts."
"Sure." Julia smirked. "To hear you tell it, they're all free and easy. Like the girls in the park, according to your lousy editorials in the college paper."
"Well, there won't be any more from me if your old man has anything to say about it," Ike mused.
"It's your own fault," Julia told him. "You made an obscene rag out of the paper."
"I suppose you consider any and all references to sex as being obscene!" Ike exclaimed.
"Sex is all right in its proper place, I guess," Julia said.
"As long as it's hidden under a haystack or out behind the barn?" Ike said curtly.
"It isn't something you put in the headlines for the sake of attracting attention," Julia argued. "And one could hardly overlook those vulgar cartoons you began to print."
"Did you once see some guy's cock or a coed's twat exposed?" Ike asked.
"You had that nude photograph of the Homecoming Queen," Julia reminded him.
"Ada?" Ike snorted. "All you saw were her tits and a little tuft of pubic hair. You've got some of the same, haven't you?" His hand darted toward Julia's belly in a mock effort and she blocked the effort.
"Don't you get fresh with me!"
The air gushed from Ike's lungs. "Do you realize how little chance you would have if Jerry and I decided we wanted to get into those iron pants you're wearing? None, baby. None at all."
"My father would see you dead if you tried such a thing," Julia said.
"He couldn't care less," Ike grunted. "All he wants to do is play God and hear the little sheep bleat when he calls."
"Don't blame him for what happened to you," Julia said.
Ike gripped her thigh again. "He pulled the rug out from under me. The orders to kick me off the paper came directly from his office. And he installs some stooge in my place. A guy who will make every rotten thing in the administration come up smelling like roses."
"At least it won't have pornography on every other page," Julia said.
"You just don't understand."
"I think I do."
"No, you don't," Ike insisted. "Sure, I put some sex in the paper. Sex is a part of life-a damned important part. It adds a much needed spice to living. It's a good healthy drug to make us forget our troubles. A helluva lot better than pot. But that's not the point. I'll admit I used sex to attract attention. And I'd do it again. Sex makes a lot of people read the paper that wouldn't otherwise bother. If I can show a pretty girl's ass on every page and make somebody read something important on that same page, I've accomplished my purpose. And I dare say that a picture of a big hard prick will make a few of you scatterbrained females take a second look. There's nothing that says you can't mix sex with good student government."
"You think the students should run the college?"
The contact of Ike's hand against her thigh bothered Julia, but she did not try to remove it. He was not trying to become more intimate, and she thought it best that she did not call attention to the fact.
"I think that they should have a bigger voice when policy is made," Ike said. "After all, it's not a damned prison." His grip on her leg loosened and his fingers began to tap softly against the flesh of her inner thigh. Julia could feel them edging higher, pushing the hem of her skirt up another inch of so. Her cunt was becoming more heated and she desperately hoped that Ike would not become more aroused.
"Why ... don't you talk to my father?" she said in a very small voice.
"A subject doesn't approach the king and demand audience," Ike said bitterly. "The only thing the king recognizes is force. Revolution."
"You're kidnapping me!" Julia exclaimed.
"That's right," Ike breathed. "We're kidnapping you." He edged his hand farther up her thigh, a good three inches closer to the seductive mass of her twat. His palm was sweaty. Julia brought her legs closer together and stopped his progress. Ike laughed and pulled back.
The VW made a rattling sound and coughed to a standstill. Ike pushed Julia outside the car and she stepped out to stretch her legs. They had been riding for almost an hour and the cramped quarters of the small vehicle hadn't aided her circulation. She felt sweaty and hot between her legs. Ike had tried to play with her for the entire trip, pulling away at times, then trying again. Mostly he had simply moved his fingers up and down one thigh, being unable to get into the valley between. Once he had gone far enough to crawl around the edge of her pubic mound, but Julia had fought him off before he could actually work his way beneath her panties.
"It's nothing but a shack," she said of the house. Ike grinned. "You didn't expect a hotel, did you?"
"This is stupid," Julia said. "Even if my father agrees to reinstate you, you'll have to face a kidnapping charge. You can't run a paper from behind bars."
"It isn't just the paper," Ike told her. "This is bigger than the paper."
"There are others involved?"
"You'll know in due time." Ike patted Julia's buttocks and pointed toward the shack. "Let's go."
Inside, Julia discovered that the shack was not so bad as it had appeared from outside. It was comfortable, having four rooms filled with neat second-hand furniture. "We come out here quite often to contemplate," Ike said.
"And fuck like hell," Jerry added.
Julia looked at Jerry. He was a tall, slender boy with a gaunt face and gray eyes that seemed to look right through her. He wasn't unattractive, but there was something frightfully discomforting about him. Perhaps it was because he was always trying to inject sex into the conversation. One thing was certain in her mind. He wasn't the dedicated type. Not a true revolutionary, but more a leech that was going along for the ride and the spoils of battle. She didn't like the way he wore his clothes, especially the skintight pants that clung to his buttocks and groin like another skin. She could almost see the outline of his cock and balls.
Ike was different, and Julia felt that she could learn to like him if he weren't so against the Establishment. He was fair-haired and ruddy-faced, his blue eyes sensitive and thoughtful, his mouth wide and firm beneath a Roman nose. At least he believed in what he was doing, right or wrong. And going against her father was definitely wrong.
"Make yourself comfortable, Julia," Ike said. "I'm going back into town to tell the rest of the group we succeeded and to get off an appropriate message to your old man." Ike turned and spoke firmly to his companion. "Stay with her, Jerry, but keep your hands to yourself. Don't touch a hair on her head."
"Not on her head." Jerry leered at Julia. "I promise."
"I mean it," Ike said.
"Sure," Jerry shrugged. "She hasn't got anything I want."
Julia heard the VW crank up and pull away.
CHAPTER TWO
The sound of the motor had scarcely vanished before Jerry began to stare at her. He moved close. "You're about the nicest thing we've had out here in a long time. Ike and I had a couple of chicks out here last weekend, and they were so willing it was almost pathetic. Mine jumped into bed before I could get my shoes off. Talk about the hots. She went after it like it was the last ever."
Julia moved away from him and sat down, folding her hands in her lap. "If you expect to excite me with such talk, forget it," she said coldly. "I'm not the type."
"Don't put me on," he said. "Ike played with your cunt all the way out here."
"He did not!"
"Well, he tried," Jerry said. "I didn't hear you hollering too much." He grinned. "Maybe you'd enjoy looking at some dirty pictures. I have some magazines in one of the bedrooms."
"You disgust me!"
"I'm not trying to impress you," Jerry said. "Just trying to get into your tight little twat."
Julia wasn't exactly frightened, but being alone with Jerry continued to make her uneasy. If he wasn't a sex maniac, he had the ambitions to be one. He was definitely the type who would force himself on a girl if given half a chance. She felt that she could defend her virtue if worse came to worse, but she did not relish having to do battle with him.
"Ike was right about the girls in the park, you know," Jerry said. "All of them liked what they got."
"A woman can't possibly enjoy sex when it's being forced upon her." Julia instantly regretted her words. She was being led into a sexual conversation with Jerry, which was exactly what he wanted.
Jerry brushed a fallen dark lock back from her forehead and peered intently into her dark eyes. He touched her trembling lips with one finger. "Easy," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Julia pushed him away and stood up. "Leave me alone, Jerry. Please."
The boy shrugged and went into one of the bedrooms. He returned carrying a bottle of whiskey, and Julia noticed he had stripped off his shirt. His chest was almost hairless, but much more muscular than Julia had imagined it to be. He saw that Julia was staring. "I keep myself in shape," he said. "All of me. Would you care to see the rest?" He fumbled with his belt.
"No," she said bluntly.
"Maybe a drink or two will melt the ice in your blood and the rivets out of your pants," he said. "Ike won't be back for several hours. We could have a good time and nobody would be the wiser. Not even your old man."
Julia clenched her hands. "Stop talking that way! Can't you understand that I don't want to have anything to do with you?"
"Or with any other man," Jerry grunted.
"I'm not a prude."
"But you've never been fucked," he said.
"No, I...." Julia stammered. "Will you shut up and stop trying to put words in my mouth?"
"Okay. So you're a nice girl."
"And I intend to stay that way."
"You've never once thought about sex? About how it would be to crawl into bed with a man?" The smirk on his face indicated his doubts. "Twenty years old, healthy as a horse, decidedly female, and you've never wanted cock. Not even once. It's hard to believe."
"Stop it!" she shouted. "For God's sake, stop it!"
Jerry put the bottle aside and pulled her to him. He was much stronger than she had anticipated, and she could barely move against him as he hugged her close. He captured her arms with his own, his palms against the small of her back. Her belly was pressed flatly against his and she could feel the heat from the hard cock that moved back and forth against her cuntmound.
"Jerry ... don't," she moaned.
"Where's the harm?" he asked. "All I want to do is feel you up a bit."
His hands dropped to her buttocks, cupping the tensed asscheeks, and his rapidly forming erection jammed itself against his pants as he tried to create more friction against her snatch. He let one arm drop away from her and rammed it up her dress. Julia gasped as he made contact with her cunt. His fingers explored the imprint of her pussylips against the crotch of her panties. She slapped at him and he captured the wrist before she could inflict injury.
Julia turned quickly and he caught her from behind, pulling her to him and ramming his hard prick against her buttocks. His arm was like a steel band around her waist, and Jerry laughed at her efforts at freedom. His free hand reached across her right breast and began to undo the buttons of her blouse.
Julia was horrified as she watched more and more of her flesh being exposed. Her tits heaved against the tight white bra, the globes threatening to pop from the cups. Jerry's fingers moved swiftly, undoing the final buttons. His chin rested on her shoulder as he looked down the valley of her breasts. "If I had tits like that, I'd advertise," he said. His thumb hooked in the band of her skirt, pushing it down below the navel. Julia jerked her hips and the skirt hid the indented eye of her belly.
"Fight, Julia," he hissed. "Fight until you haven't got an ounce of strength left. And then I'm going to drag you into the bedroom and slip the cock to you. Just a little at a time, real gentle, so you can enjoy getting it for the first time."
"You ... wouldn't. Oh!"
Julia cried out in dismay as she heard the zipper of her skirt being undone. The boy was moving like an octopus. When she thwarted him one place, he struck in another. It was as if he had a dozen hands. She broke away momentarily, and Jerry used the few seconds to grasp her skirt. She tugged back, but he managed to pull it over her hips and to her knees. She took a step forward, tripped, and fell. Quickly, she rolled to her back, but had no time to prepare a defense as the boy pounced upon her.
Left with only her bra and panties, Julia was more embarrassed than frightened. It was almost humiliating to find herself in such a state of undress with a boy. Jerry added to her shock by unzipping his pants and flagrantly exposing his cock.
"You vulgar beast." She closed her eyes against the sight, but quickly opened them. It was crippling to admit she had never seen a grown man's prick before, but it was true. She was almost relieved when she saw it was exactly like the ones in the books on anatomy, and like the ones her mind had conjured up at times-long and very firm, with a thick white shaft that disappeared into a mass of curly pubic growth. The crimson cockhead looked like a large cherry, very shiny and bloated. She forced her eyes away from it.
"Look at it," Jerry encouraged. "It isn't so horrible, is it? Not at all like you imagined. And I'll guarantee it'll feel even better than it looks."
Julia tried to move from beneath him, but Jerry was sitting on her thighs. She arched her body, turning at the waist in an attempt to crawl away from him. His quick fingers caught her again, unsnapping her bra.
"No!"
Julia watched in consternation as her breasts spilled free. She sank to her back again, trying to ease the strain on her spine, and covered the pale globes with her palms. A nipple peeked through an opening between her fingers. Jerry grinned and pulled a hand away. The uncovered tit sprang upward while its base sagged lightly against her chest.
Jerry fingered the nipple, then eased his head forward to capture the areola in his mouth. "Don't ... suck it," Julia whimpered, even before he started. Jerry laughed into the warm resilient flesh and rotated his tongue around the nipple until it stiffened with the stimulation.
"You want me to," he whispered against the mound. "You want me to take your whole tit in my mouth and suck it dry. I know how girls are. They like to have their tits squeezed and sucked. It makes them so hot they can't stand it."
"Not ... me." Julia pushed at the boy's face with such force that he had no choice but to release the globe.
As before, Jerry struck in another spot almost instantly. He sat up and pulled her panties below the cuntmound, feasting his eyes on the fat, virginal pussylips that showed from beneath the finely textured tufts of hair. Julia lifted her buttocks, searching for leverage, and the boy capitalized on the opportunity by jerking her panties over the delectable half-moons of her ass. She clutched at the panties, but they were already below her knees. Jerry pulled them over her kicking feet.
Having completely stripped her, he stood up and grinned triumphantly. His cock still protruded from his pants, as large and menacing as before. "You might as well give in," he suggested. "You'll have a helluva time convincing anybody I raped you. I've managed to undress you without hardly mussing up your clothing."
Julia lay flat on her back, eyeing the obscene cockstalk that threatened her. Even if she wanted it-which she didn't-she could never take one so large. Besides, she had not the slightest urge to do anything with Jerry, not even to kiss him. And she'd die before she'd allow him to drag her into the bedroom and fuck her.
For a moment she felt strangely safe from harm. She was almost relaxed as she watched Jerry drop his pants and shorts. His genitals were even more overpowering now that they were completely exposed. His pubic hair was so thick and spreading that it half covered the large, dangling ball-sac. He reminded her of a bull.
Suddenly, she was frightened. The quivering started from a small knot in the center of her belly and quickly spread until her breasts were jerking spasmodically. She sprang to her feet and was out of the house and into the yard before Jerry could stop her. Jerry was directly behind her, leaping through the doorway with his obscene cock bobbing at his groin. The sight of him made her realize that she was also nude. She touched her breasts and belly, as if to verify her naked condition, then began to run.
Julia had but faint hopes. Even if she made it to the main highway, she doubted that she could crawl into a passing car with some perfect stranger. Not completely naked, she couldn't. Actually, she told herself, she could fight Jerry off until Ike returned. Even though he had succeeded in removing her clothing, he could not rape her by himself, not unless he became violent. In such a case he would have to leave marks as proof of the attack. But proof would be of small consolation to her after the damage was done-after her virginity had been ripped away forever.
She screamed as Jerry caught her from behind. His hands moved over her breasts and belly. He half-carried, half-pushed her struggling body, his breathing more pronounced as her asscheeks bounced and twisted against his bloated prick. "Please ... please ... please," Julia moaned. She could not believe that she was alone in the dark with a naked man-and that a long, stiff cock was pressing into the crevice of her buttocks. The boy's hot glans slipped between her thighs and Julia was brought back to stark reality. She leaped toward the shack in fear.
She stared at Jerry's groin as she turned around. His penis was a throbbing mass of hard flesh, and the big cockhead looked as if it was going to burst and spew semen all over her. She shielded her cuntmound with both hands.
"I've never wanted a piece of ass so badly in my life," Jerry said, advancing.
"Not me," she said, backing away. "Not me." She fled into one of the bedrooms and tried to close the door behind her. Jerry forced his way through.
"You can put your sweet ass on that bed and make it easy on yourself, or you can do it the hard way," Jerry said.
"Ike told you not to touch me!"
"Fuck Ike," Jerry growled. "Ike hasn't got this big hard-on. My balls are aching like a bad tooth."
He forced her wrestling body toward the bed. Her feet jerked about and he slipped his cock between her legs in an unguarded moment, hugging her tightly against his body. His chest pushed against her tits, driving the nipples back and crushing the globes against their foundation. Julia could feel his hard belly muscles against the soft, supple flesh of her abdomen. Further down, the shaft of his penis burned against her cuntlips, the glowing knob pushing through the base of her quivering buttocks. He made hunching motions and her split opened against the upper surface of his frictioning cock.
Julia wanted to reach down and push his prick away from her twat, but she could not bring herself to touch it. On the other hand, she could not simply stand there and let him dry fuck her. Sooner or later he'd come and send a shower of jism between her legs, very close to her vagina, and she'd heard of virgins getting pregnant in just such a manner.
His fingers kneaded her buttocks. "Julia!" he pleaded. "Let me fuck you, Julia!"
She pushed feebly against him and he shoved her back on the bed. Her thighs were spread and he could see a thin line of vulnerable pink showing as her plump labia opened slightly. He dived at her. She closed her legs quickly and he groaned out his frustration as his stiff cock hammered at where the opening had been. He tried to force her thighs apart but could keep them open for only seconds at a time.
The urgent need for Julia was driving him mad. Julia was giving no quarter, nor asking one. In desperation, he knelt at her feet and began to kiss her toes. She had the impulse to kick him in the face but could not bring herself to do so. He was lapping at the soles of her feet like a dog, sending strange sensations up her legs and into her cunt. Let the fool kiss her all over if he wanted to, she decided. It was all the pleasure he was going to get from her body.
Jerry kissed her knees and moved farther up her thighs. His lips were wet, almost slobbering as they aimed for the furry black patch at the junction of her thighs. "Please, Julia," he moaned. "Don't fight me any more."
Julia gasped as he planted a firm kiss on the mouth of her cunt, and for a moment she thought she would die of sheer ecstasy. He flicked his tongue out and slipped it along the edges of her crevice. She shuddered as she felt her resistance crumbling.
He kissed around the triangle of pubic hair, then came back to the point. He shoved his tongue inside her and followed by trying to enclose the entire orifice with his sucking mouth.
"Ahhhh ... ooohhh ... God!"
Julia's thighs spread to their farthest point of separation as Jerry's licking tongue moved across her clitoris. She knew that she should not allow this animal-like act to continue but she no longer had the energy-or the ambition-to stop him. The thick tongue moving back and forth in her sensitive cunt channel had caused an odd paralysis. She could scarcely move. Her dark eyes stared at the ceiling, smoldering beneath their hotly glazed surfaces. She hoped he'd never stop.
Having fully tasted the nectar of the awakening virgin cunt, Jerry forgot that his primary purpose was to seduce the girl and have proper intercourse with her. Her parts were fresh and untouched-fit for a king-and it was his privilege to awaken her to the joys of sex for the first time. He stiffened his tongue and drove it at the vaginal pussymouth.
"Ahhhh!" Julia hoped that he'd get all of it in her and drive it all the way to her cervix. She whimpered softly and tried to spread her thighs even more.
Jerry left the vaginal opening and returned to her clitoris, sucking the stiffening mass of membrane deeply into his mouth. It was hot and slippery against his tongue.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" Julia sobbed ecstatically. She had never felt this good in her whole life, and she wanted it to go on forever and ever. The thing he was doing was no longer perverted. It was the most wonderful experience that a woman could have. She was trembling from head to toe, her breasts and thighs dripping with perspiration. The warm glow that had started between her legs was rapidly spreading throughout her whole being.
"Jerry, Jerry, Jerry," she whimpered. Her asscheeks snapped together to form a single hard ball of flesh, relaxed, then came together again. She wanted to squeeze her thighs against his head and open them wider at the same time. She closed her eyes, her breath catching in her throat. It's going to happen! I'm going to experience my first orgasm!
She lifted her buttocks, straining, and Jerry surprised her by standing suddenly. "Please," she whispered. "Please." Her body quivered uncontrollably, and her cunt was a contracting pink mouth, flushed with desire and brimming with fluids from her vagina.
Jerry had a tight grin on his face. He gripped his tremendous prick with one hand and mocked her by shaking it vigorously. "Beg me for it." The swollen glans protruded several inches beyond his clenched fist. A single large drop of semen rested on the tip.
"No! Not ... that way!" Julia scooted across the bed as Jerry tried to ram his penis between her legs.
"Damn it. I'm going to fuck you!" he shouted.
Julia flipped over on her belly as Jerry flung himself forward. His groin rested across her buttocks and his prick pushed between the tantalizing crevice. "You're not going to make an ass out of me!" he gritted. "You sprawled there like a bitch and let me eat hell out of you! Well, you've earned yourself some of old Jerry's cock, too!"
Julia was crying softly as she raised herself and crawled toward the other side of the bed. Jerry was on his knees behind her, and he quickly gripped her hips and eased forward. She tried to break away, found it impossible, then tried to sit so as to protect herself from a rear assault by his stiff dagger of flesh.
"If you'll just get on your back....I'll fuck you properly," Jerry groaned.
"No. No!" Julia cried.
Jerry thought that he had never seen such a voluptuous ass on a girl. The lovely pale contours disappeared into the exciting cleft where her cuntlips lay almost hidden beneath a thin line of raven hair. He could see the tip of her clitoris, still wet and congested, a hot red tongue of fire waiting to be quenched. He eased his prick against the puffy slit and the lips separated around his glans.
"Oh, dear God," Julia cried as she felt his hot flesh against the tight mouth of her vagina. "Don't let it happen this way."
Jerry banged at the resisting orifice, and Julia shook his cock loose with a vigorous, desperate movement of her ass. He studied the girl's labia as they closed together, wondering if he had deflowered her. Maybe she wasn't a real virgin after all, he thought, but she was sure tight enough to be one.
Julia was certain that her virginity was still intact. All she had felt were several hard jabs against her cuntmouth. There had been very little, if any, penetration and she had not felt a bursting pressure against her hymen. She continued to make her hips sway back and forth as Jerry took an even firmer grip on them. His prick banged against her backside, occasionally striking her cunt as he tried for a lucky penetration. Her breasts swung like pendulums, perspiration dripping from the flushed nipples.
Jerry reached beneath her to crush one in each hand. He kneaded them, trying to instill more desire in his victim. Julia whimpered and tried to shake his hands loose, then decided that they were more safe on her breasts than on her hips.
She looked down her belly toward the pussymound, searching for the hard shaft that threatened her from behind. She was fighting an enemy that she couldn't see, and her snatch was open to assault. One powerful thrust in the right spot and her virginity would be gone.
Her passageway was slippery with fluids that she herself had manufactured. She was sorry she had allowed him to kiss her and lick her down there. She had placed herself in jeopardy by enjoying the tongue-fucking he had given her. If she had remained cold and indifferent, if she had not become aroused, her cunt could offer much greater resistance to forcible entry. But the tight ring of flesh which guarded her canal was well lubricated. Once his organ began its entry, there would be no stopping it.
Jerry released her tits and brought one arm around the front of her belly. Holding her in this position, he tried to separate her pussylips with his free hand. She shuddered deliciously as she felt his fingers digging into the tender, velvety folds. She hated the sharp thrill it gave her, and she slammed her asscheeks against him before she could be gripped by a new passion.
As Jerry rolled from the bed and sprawled on the floor, Julia tried to leap over him. He grabbed one ankle and held on. "Let me go!" she shouted, doing a little dance above him. He continued to he on his back, laughing up at her. His prick protruded straight up from his groin. It appeared more swollen to Julia every time she looked at it.
"It's a nice one, isn't it?" he cackled.
"It's awful!" Julia cried, unable to take her eyes off the awesome sight of the fully erect shaft. If he ever did get it into her, she would split in two.
"You'll love it and beg for more when you get an inch or two in your belly," he panted. "Then your little pussy will just swallow the rest of it."
"I hate you!"
Julia lunged away from him and Jerry jerked her ankle. She crashed to the floor, rolled over, and tried to scoot backward like a crab. Jerry clung doggedly to her ankle. She brought one foot up against her buttocks for leverage, kicked at him, and fell on her back.
For a few dangerous seconds, her awkwardly spread thighs left Julia exposed. It was all Jerry needed. He sprang up and forward, like an acrobat, entrenching his chest between her legs. Her hot cuntmound ground against the sweaty muscles of his chest. Jerry savored the wet, loose lips of her twat as they moved against his flesh. Then he inched forward, keeping a firm grip on her hips.
"Oh, damn you!"
Julia wasn't usually prone to such exclamations, but this one had come out unexpectedly. She was more frustrated than frightened, for she still felt she could save her virginity. Or that Ike would return in time to save it for her.
She began to lose faith almost immediately. Jerry's hard belly was now dragging against her thighs and buttocks. The tip of his penis had to be only inches away from her pussy.
"Oh, dear God!" she cried.
His hot cockhead made contact with her cunt and she tried to shift away from the danger. Only the faintest movement was possible. His fingers gripped her hips like powerful claws. She gritted her teeth, snarling at him in a final act of defiance. Her labia were being slowly forced apart by his huge knob. She whimpered and her buttocks trembled violently as the burning penis made contact with her vaginal mouth.
"Don't," she said. "I'll get my father to give in to your demands. Just ... don't ... do it."
"Your old man wouldn't give in to save his mother from a whorehouse." Jerry strained against her, realizing that part of his knob was in her vagina. One solid thrust would do it.
"Uh ... don't." Julia felt the pressure of his cockhead against her bulging hymen. In a moment she would no longer be a virgin. "Don't ... fuck ... me!" She was shocked to hear herself use the gutter term for sexual intercourse, but the pain in her lower orifice made her want to mouth more obscenities. "Jerry! Don't fuck me!"
Her mouth remained open and her eyes were very still as shock crept across their surfaces. The big cock was pushing deeper. She couldn't stop it. "Ah ... ah ... uhhhh!"
Her thighs stiffened against his legs as Jerry broke through. His glans and at least an inch or two of his shaft were imbedded in her twat. Julia almost wept, and she blamed herself for not putting up a better fight.
"Jerry. Oh, Jerry!"
The words she mouthed sounded strange to Julia, as if they were coming from another girl. They rang of both condemnation and pleasure. She hated him for what he was doing to her, but an intense thrill had filled her genitals after the initial burst of pain.
"Stop! Oh, please stop!"
The plea wasn't genuine, for Julia's body had all but ceased to resist. She lay very quietly as the stiff prick moved farther into her cunt channel. The entire cavity contracted, and her buttocks and thighs trembled uncontrollably.
"I'll swear, you're good, Julia," Jerry said. His face was very pale and passion had locked his eyes in his skull like hard stones. He strained and tried to bring himself to a more favorable position without losing her. Fully half of his prick was now inside her, and her cuntlips made a tight, sucking oval around his thick shaft.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh." Julia felt his hands beneath her buttocks, lifting them slightly from the floor. Her thighs extended even more and he rammed his cock at a seeming barricade deep inside her body. "Uhhhhh!"
He thrust again.
"Uh."
Her vagina was giving up the fight. "Uhhhhh!"
His glans barreled through to the mouth of her cervix.
Having achieved complete penetration, Jerry lowered her buttocks to the floor. Several inches of his penis slipped out and he quickly rammed it back to the depths of her belly.
"I ... oh ... I...." Julia was delirious. The length of his thick cockshaft throbbed strongly inside her belly. The pulsations of her snatch were sharp and gratifying as it gripped the never-before felt prick. And it was moving in and out of her cunt in almost perfect rhythm.
If any pain was left, Julia did not notice it. Her belly was Filled with a hot glow and a desperate hunger. She grunted out small sounds of pleasure as the stiff penis continued the inward-outward movement. Her vagina clung tightly to his shaft, relaxing periodically to take a fresh and more powerful grip without any special mental direction from Julia. She was still positive that hse hated Jerry, but she had a strong urge to help him with his task.
She wanted to clasp the loving cock in a never-ending embrace, but her cunt muscles began to loosen as he continued to bang into her. The hot excitement in her system caused the fluids to pour from her orifice. She whimpered softly as his big balls made a slapping sound against her buttocks.
She was growing numb all over. She could not even feel the presence of her toes on her feet. Deep inside, a powerful and unpredictable force cried out for release. She had to do something. She had to let go.
"Please! Please! Please, fuck me!"
In her ecstatic state, Julia did not realize that she was begging her attacker to assault her with more vigor. She pushed her cunt at him, her asscheeks churning wildly as the boy's prick thrust more rapidly and more deeply into her.
"Oh, damn." Jerry buried his face between her breasts. "I'm coming!"
"I ... Jerry ... ahhhhh!" Julia sobbed out in sweet misery as his semen leaped into her cervix in thick, scalding jets. She gasped loudly, her buttocks quivering in mid-air as she slammed her cunt at the punishing penis. The ball of fire inside her burned out as quickly as it had formed. The tension left her body, and she floated away on an imaginary cloud.
Julia gave one final shudder, then lay quietly beneath the unmoving boy. She sighed once, then closed her eyes. She did not need a textbook to realize that she had just experienced her first orgasm.
CHAPTER THREE
Ike went directly To the bedroom when he returned to the shack. Julia was lying with the sheet pulled high around her neck. "You sick?" Ike asked.
Julia shook her head and looked away from him, hoping that he would not see the guilt in her face. "No," she said.
"Don't lie to me," he said. "If something's wrong, I'll get you a doctor. I don't want a dead hostage on my hands." He placed a palm to her forehead, found that she was not running a fever, then pulled at the sheet. She held it with both hands. He forced it from between her fingers and jerked it to her waist.
"Damn!" he exclaimed. His face went pale at the sight of her naked, heaving tits. He drew the remainder of the sheet away from her body and saw total nudity. He whistled. "What happened?"
Jerry walked into the room. "It's not what you think, Ike."
"If you tried to fuck her, I'll beat your ass in," Ike growled.
"Take it easy," Jerry said. "She tried to run and I took away her clothes." He grinned tightly. "Can you think of a better way to keep her here?"
Ike laughed in relief, obviously satisfied with his companion's explanation. "No, I can't." He took one more look at Julia's naked body. "You better cover it up, honey," he said huskily, "before I get ideas of my own."
Julia pulled the sheet back around her. "It wasn't my idea to dispose of my clothing, nor to take the sheet away," she snapped. "I hope you saw all you wanted to."
"Enough," Ike chuckled. "You got quite a bit of everything, Julia. Your daddy should be more than willing to come around in order to get you back in one lovely piece."
"He'll never meet your demands," Julia said. "No matter what you do to me."
"We'll see," Ike said, but his voice didn't sound too confident.
"Did you talk to her old man?" Jerry asked. He was looking at Julia out of the side of his eyes. The sight of her naked body had struck a new spark of lust inside him. He hoped that Ike would have to make another trip into town right away. He could still feel Julia's tight virgin cunt clinging to his prick as he fucked her. And he figured she'd get a lot better with practice.
"I called him," Ike said. "He seemed to think it was a joke. Let him be stubborn. His attitude will change when his little girl doesn't show up for several days."
"We can't keep her here forever," Jerry said.
"Like you said," Ike grunted, "she's not going far without her clothing."
"Maybe not in broad daylight," Jerry said, "but she might try it at night."
"We'll split the night into two shifts and stand guard," Ike told him. "I'll take the first one."
"Then I think I'd better turn in now," Jerry said. He acted as if he were going to crawl into the bed with Julia.
"Get out of here!" she screamed.
"Yeah," Ike said. "Leave her alone, Jerry."
Julia did not miss the expression on Jerry's face as he took a final look at her before departing for the other bedroom. He was still after her body. She wanted to say something to Ike, perhaps to ask him to remain in the room with her, but she feared he might take the request as an invitation for something else. She remained silent as Ike left the room, then she arose and tiptoed around the bureau to the closet, looking for something to wear. Jerry had taken everything that resembled clothing to his room.
Julia was extremely conscious of her nakedness as she put out the light and crawled back into bed. She lay very still, listening to the sounds made by the small creatures of the night outside her window. It was so peaceful, yet she knew she was sitting on a powder keg, surrounded by danger in the form of two horny males.
The walls were thin and she could hear Ike moving around in the living room. Some minutes later he left the house and walked onto the porch.
Julia was relieved, but only for a moment. The springs on the bed in the adjoining room squeaked loudly. Jerry was having difficulty sleeping, probably because he still had the hots for her. She expected him to come dashing into the room at any moment, cock in hand.
She could not help but think how the fucking had been with him. It had hurt and humiliated her, yet, during those last few moments of extreme passion, she had begged him to do it to her. It had felt wonderful, but she didn't want it to happen again. Not tonight. Not any time soon. Anyway, not with Jerry. He was still obnoxious to her, even if she had screwed with him. There was something about him that made her skin crawl. She'd felt it all the time he was doing it to her, even while she had responded ardently during the final throes of that first wonderful climax. One thing was certain: her response had nothing to do with her lover when it happened. She might have enjoyed it just as much by bringing on the orgasm with her finger or any similar object that a woman might push into her cunt in a search for self-satisfaction. It was more simple to see the distinction between love and just fucking now that she had been fucked. It had definitely been only that with Jerry.
She flipped over in bed, trying to ignore the searing heat that issued from between her thighs. Her cunt was on fire. No, she wasn't going to become a sex-hungry bitch, she told herself. She didn't want it again so soon. The gnawing sensation in her belly was coming from hunger pangs, not from any other physical need.
She closed her eyes, then sat up abruptly as a new sound came to her ears. The window beside her bed was being raised from the outside and a shadowy figure was crawling through. "Ike?" she whispered.
"Jerry," the boy said, laughing under his breath. He moved quickly onto the bed beside her. She opened her mouth to sound an alarm, but he quickly muffled it with his palm. "You don't want to spoil it by yelling for Ike," he hissed.
"I don't...." she managed to say between his fingers. "I don't want it again."
"You liked it before," he said.
"It hurt," she said.
"I know," said Jerry, "but I promise that it won't hurt this time. It'll be good from the very start. So good that you'll want me to keep on fucking you all night."
Julia tried to push him away. His chest and belly were naked to her touch and she did not have to explore farther to know the rest of his body was unclothed. Only the thin sheet separated her from the hot, stiff penis that pushed at her thighs.
"Just thinking about you made my cock hard," Jerry whispered. "I won't get a wink of sleep tonight unless you give it to me again. I thought Ike would never leave the house." He took his hand cautiously away from Julia's mouth.
"Ike's still on the porch," she said. "He'll hear us."
"Not if you'll be real quiet," Jerry warned. "And you better be."
"If you try it, I'll scream," she threatened. Jerry began to paw her.
"No, Jerry!" Julia tried to roll herself more tightly into the sheet. Jerry forgot about the sounds she was making and searched for an opening. He failed in the effort to get the sheet away from her breasts. "You'll never get me," she whimpered.
Jerry began at Julia's feet and tried to move upward under the sheet. She stiffened her legs as she saw that he was succeeding. His fingers crawled to her knees and toward her sweating cuntflesh. She shuddered as his hands caressed the warm softness of her inner thighs. "No, oh, no!" she protested.
Jerry was trying to spread her thighs as he forced the sheet higher. Julia sat up quickly and tried to roll the material back around her legs. It fell away from her breasts. She struggled with both ends of the sheet and it became a tangled mass around her midsection. Very little was covered except her belly.
The boy's hands were moving all over her body, touching almost every erogenous zone. He knew how to bring a woman's body alive with desire. She fought him with all her strength and their harsh breathing mingled with the violent creaking sound made by the bedsprings.
"Uhhhh!" Julia groaned as he jabbed a finger between her cuntlips and pushed it a good inch into her moist slit. She was surprised she had accepted it so easily. She was wet down there, she knew, but not that wet. Gasping, she twisted away from him before the pleasing sensations began to dominate both her body and her mind. She was bitterly determined to remain decent for the remainder of her captivity.
Jerry threw himself at her, using his weight, and humped his stiff cock at the soft, damp aperture between her legs. "Damned if it's ever been this hard for me to get a girl the second time around," he groaned. "Usually they just fall over and spread their legs after they get the first taste of it."
"Not me," Julia cried desperately. "I'm not a whore or a cheap slut!"
"You're no virgin, either," Jerry gritted. "You're fighting to protect a maidenhead you lost hours ago!"
"One time doesn't make me readily available to every boy who wants to crawl into bed with me," she said.
Jerry cupped her hot mound with his hand. "It's not like I'm a stranger or something," he argued. He eased a finger against her clitoris. Although she became more tense, her love flesh was slick and congested. "Are you forgetting that I'm the guy who broke you in?" he asked. "The first guy to fuck you."
"The first and the last," Julia rasped. "I ... didn't ... like it."
"You're just confused," he said. "You did like it. You were whining and going on like it was the best thing that ever happened to you."
"No. No. I wasn't."
He tried to laugh but it came out like a croak. "A girl always falls madly in love with the first guy who lays her," he said, still trying to get his body between her legs. He groaned. "I'll swear, Julia, I'm going to come all over myself if you don't give in soon."
His swollen cockshaft lay throbbing against Julia's quivering belly. She pushed at it with both hands. "I told you," she said. "No more. Not ever!" She suddenly grasped his organ, squeezing it unmercifully. The hard flesh jerked against her palms as she continued to mangle it. "Goddamn, Julia!"
Julia was surprised. He didn't sound as if she was hurting him. In fact, she was sure that the action pleased him. She jerked his prick more vigorously.
Jerry sucked in his breath. "Don't, Julia. Oh, damn, Julia!"
It was only then that Julia realized that she was masturbating the boy. She was wise enough to continue her domination of his body. If he spilled his sperm outside her body, that would keep him from wanting to spill it inside her body. She took a firmer grip, using one hand, and pumped the tight skin of his penis with all of her strength.
"Oh, God! Julia!" he whined, reaching for her breasts and desperately squeezing the tender globes.
"You're ... hurting them," she said, but she kept her mind on her task, whipping his thick stalk in desperation and hoping that she would soon get a result.
Jerry ground his teeth together and Julia felt his cock jerking wildly in her tight little fist. She gave a final jerk and his jism came at her in a solid hot jet, striking her breasts and belly and trickling slowly toward her pubic hair.
"That's a nasty trick to play on a man," Jerry complained bitterly.
Julia released his prick quickly and very disdainfully. It was already going soft. She laughed mockingly at him, and Jerry cursed her as he leaped from the bed. She was still laughing softly as he crawled back through the window.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ike puffed nervously on a cigarette as he sat on the edge of the porch, his feet dangling toward the ground. The night was beginning to get cool, but it wasn't much help. Very little had gone right today, not since they had snatched Julia. Jerry was an idiot who could think of little else except getting his rocks off when a girl was around. And Julia's old man had made a sham out of the threat to hold Julia until some changes were made at the college.
Ike hadn't exactly threatened Julia with bodily harm, 'but he thought it might have helped if he had done so. But the stubborn old fool wouldn't have believed that either. Hell, he couldn't harm the girl anyway. Maybe he'd fuck her if he got half a chance, but violence was out. Then again, he didn't think he could just plain out rape her. She'd have to be just a little willing-but only a little. He'd gladly fuck the shit out of her if she so much as let her panties slip an inch below her navel.
He flipped the cigarette and watched it make a fiery arc against the black night. It was difficult to get Julia off his mind after seeing her naked in bed like he had. He'd made himself leave the room quickly, before he could think seriously of crawling into bed with her at the first opportunity. It was okay to show a girl's pretty ass in the college paper in order to emphasize freedom of the press, but having pussy on the brain at such a critical time as this wasn't conducive to sharp thinking.
Ike got up and walked to the far end of the ramshackle porch. All he could think of was balling Julia. He looked up. There wasn't a star in the sky. He grinned, thinking that he couldn't even spot a full moon if it was there tonight. All he could see was Julia's soft, white body on the bed as he had pulled the sheets back. She was beautiful, with large pink-tipped breasts and a flat, quivering stomach. And he'd been able to see the beginning of her fat cunt, just barely showing through the dark shiny ball of pubic moss that concealed most of her goodies.
He took a deep breath. A hard knot of desire was forming in his groin, and he could feel the beginning of an ache in his balls. His cockshaft was crawling against his thigh like a snake, the glans hot and sensitive against his sweating muscles.
He turned and walked abruptly back into the shack. He wanted to raise a big hard-on. barge into Julia's bedroom, and rape hell out of her. He wanted her so badly at this moment that it mattered very little whether she was even the least bit willing. He'd just fuck her and let her holler and cry all she wanted to.
Ike tried to calm himself down and think sensibly again. The few minutes of passion might well cause all of his plans to go awry. Julia's old man might be unwilling to talk any kind of terms if his daughter were sexually abused. Ike grimaced. It would be wiser to go back onto the porch and masturbate himself. His semen couldn't do anybody any harm lying out there in the dirt.
He checked the second bedroom and found that Jerry was snoring loudly. He had to give Jerry credit for one thing. Taking Julia's clothes had been a smart move. This brought on a new train of thought. Julia naked. Julia naked with Jerry. Jerry and Julia naked.
Ike crept toward Julia's room and placed an ear to the door. She was turning repeatedly on the bed. Either she was sleeping with a bad dream or she wasn't sleeping at all. He wondered if she were still wrapped in the sheet or if she was sprawled naked on the mattress.
Julia and Jerry naked. The thought continued to plague him. It wasn't likely that Julia had turned over her clothing without a fight. She was just too modest. Yet, there had been no marks on her body, and it bothered him that Julia had acted too subdued. Almost like a horse that had just been broken. Or a girl who had just been fucked.
He was almost convinced that Jerry had gotten to her. Jerry wasn't a girl-killer. Something about his personality repelled them. Still, he had always managed to get his part of pussy. The genuine sex-hungry girls were only interested in how a man was hung and in how well he performed in bed. Ike had seen some genuine beauties fall for guys who had little to offer them but a big prick. Maybe Jerry had simply taken his big cock out and showed it to Julia. Maybe she'd come all over herself upon seeing the real thing for the first time and had shucked off her clothes without being asked. No. That didn't make sense. Jerry had her clothing hidden in his room. But maybe that action had been taken to deceive him.
Ike rubbed his groin. His penis was like a rock. So hard that the flesh didn't give when he squeezed it. He scowled. A man was a fool to go through such misery when the warm, curvy body of a female was just a few feet away, especially if this female had just lost her precious virginity to a clod like Jerry.
Ike grasped the doorknob, his knuckles showing white. He eased the door open just as Julia made another turn in bed.
Julia opened her eyes just enough to see Ike framed in the doorway. She lay very still, hoping that he would think that she was asleep. Her breathing was soft and her breasts and belly made but a slight movement as she inhaled and exhaled. The darkness of the room concealed this small action.
She was ashamed to admit she hadn't slept a wink since Jerry had left the room. And it wasn't because she had been afraid that Jerry would return and try again. Common sense told her that no male could expel such a second load of jism in one night and be capable of performing for a third time. Such feats only happened in fiction. She could still feel his hot sperm on her flesh, although she had done her best to wipe it away after he had gone.
Her cuntmound was itchy and hot, and her clitoris was still slightly congested. She wanted to scratch her twat, to squeeze it, to stick a finger into it. She wondered how it would have felt if she had allowed Jerry to fuck with her for a second time. His cockshaft had been so huge and firm when she had grabbed it. She hadn't really meant to jack him off on purpose, but once she had begun, she had seen it as a way to save herself from further fucking, and she wouldn't have felt decent if she had done otherwise.
She couldn't believe that one sexual experience with a boy had made desire so keen in her body. Not after she had kept it subdued and hidden since early puberty. The tossing and turning in bed had offered some relief, but lying very still only added to her torment-especially with Ike standing there looking at her.
Ike moved into the room and closed the door behind him. Julia could hear him coming closer to the bed. It sounded like he was within arm's reach of her. "Julia," he whispered.
At first she didn't answer. She was positive that he had come to make physical demands of her, and she didn't intend to give in, no matter how badly she wanted to. She doubted that her father would forgive her when he discovered that she had given herself to one boy. If she allowed a second to fuck her, he'd accuse her of becoming a hopeless slut overnight. Better dead than soiled beyond redemption, he would say. She couldn't bear the thought of him looking down his stately nose at her and accusing her of disgracing the Alton family's good name.
"Julia." Ike's voice sounded more forceful.
"Yes?" she answered.
"I thought you were asleep."
"Then why didn't you let me alone?"
Ike sat down on the edge of the bed. "I just wanted to talk awhile."
"I hope that you've come to your senses," she said. "I hope you realize now that this kidnapping idea is insane."
"Maybe the kidnapping," he admitted, "but not the basic things that I'm fighting for."
"You still think it's your right to publish pictures of naked women and print obscenities?" Julia wondered why she had been the one to inject sex into the conversation.
"We don't need to gnaw on that old bone any longer," Ike said tiredly. "Can't we talk about something else?"
"For instance?"
"You and me," he said.
"What do we have in common?" she asked.
"It's what we don't have in common that counts," he said with a short laugh.
"I'll ignore that remark," she said. "Is Jerry asleep?"
"Yeah," Ike said. "Out like a log. What did you do? Give him knockout drops?"
"I'm afraid I have the impulse to give him something much more lethal," she said. She tried to giggle but the sound came out forced and unreal. She sensed that Ike knew what had happened between her and Jerry. If he did, there'd be no keeping him away from her. She'd become a piece of meat in bondage and the boys would toss her back and forth until they tired of her flesh.
Ike touched her arm, kneading the soft flesh as his hand moved upward.
"Don't." She captured the hand at her shoulder.
"Why?"
"You've been too intimate with me already," she said.
"I've hardly touched you," he said.
"In the car, when we were coming here," she said. "I didn't like the things you did to me."
"Maybe you are modest," Ike said, "but it seems that you shucked your clothes awful easy for Jerry."
"He made me."
Ike snapped his fingers. "Just like that. Do you strip every time a guy tells you to?"
"He ... he said he'd do something worse to me if I didn't," Julia stammered.
"Like fuck you?"
"I didn't say that!" Julia flipped over angrily and turned her back to Ike. "If you think I'm bad, give me back my clothing. I'm certainly not getting any thrill out of having to stay wrapped up in this sheet."
"No way," Ike said. "You'll split at the first opportunity."
"I won't. I promise." Julia was lying on her side. Ike touched her asscheeks. "I-Ike!" She drew the mounds inward and the crevice tightened against his palm. He patted the warm hills.
"So nice and soft," he said.
Julia pulled away and flopped to her back. His hand went to her nearest hip. She pushed it away. "I ... thought you wanted to talk."
"Okay," he said. "So I'm trying to make you."
"Forget it," she told him. "You can't."
He laughed. "Okay, then we'll just talk."
"If you'll turn on the light," Julia said. "I don't feel safe in the dark with you. You do too many things with your hands."
Ike got up and turned on the light. "Seeing you will only make it worse for me," he said. "I'll keep wondering what's under the sheet."
Julia tried to change the subject. "How'd you get electric power into this deserted place?" She inspected herself, making sr ' that her body was well-covered by the sheet. Only her head and shoulders showed, but her tits made high, rounded imprints against the material. The sheet also clung too tightly to her belly and cuntmound, and she drew her legs up so as not to tempt him too much.
"Part of rural electrification," Ike said. "They'll string a line anywhere if a guy's trying to homestead. Would you believe that some nut tried to farm this rocky canyon a few years ago? He just about starved to death before he discovered it couldn't be done."
"Some people do even crazier things," Julia said, smiling.
"Like me?" Ike asked.
"Like you."
Ike came back to the bed. Julia could see the long, hard ridge that ran along his inner thigh as he sat down on the bed. His cock was fully erect, larger than it had been in the car. A hot surge of moisture formed in her cunt. She hugged her thighs together, hoping that the sensual reaction didn't show in her face.
Ike looked at her half-opened mouth, then leaned to kiss her. She allowed the intimacy, then mumbled something against his teeth as his lips became more demanding. His tongue caressed her lower lip, then pushed inward. She fought against the action, thinking that she would stifle with disgust as he worked it deeply into her mouth. She knew that the practice was common in some circles, but she couldn't see how any girl could enjoy having a boy's tongue down her throat.
She pulled away, and her mouth felt numb. Her cunt contracted and the tingling sensation in her genitals became more pronounced. Ike kissed her ear and buried his face against her neck. His chin rested against one of her breasts. She moved the globe away, easing the pressure. She was beginning to want him. Suddenly, she took two great handfuls of his hair and yanked his head backward.
Ike yelled and pried her fingers loose. He stared at the few strands of hair that had been torn from his scalp. Julia had to laugh at the shocked expression on his face. "It's not funny," he said.
"You should learn to keep your hands to yourself," she told him.
"Why so rough on me?" Ike asked. "I didn't see any bald patches on Jerry's head."
Julia took a deep, cautious breath. Her eyes were somber. "I don't know what that's supposed to mean."
"It should be easy for a smart girl like you to understand," Ike said. "I think Jerry got to you."
"Got to me?" Julia played dumb.
"Bluntly," Ike growled, "I think he stripped you and fucked the shit out of you!"
Julia turned her face away, not wanting Ike to see her face. "He ... didn't."
"You don't lie very well," Ike said. "I saw it in your face when I returned from town. Nobody had to tell me. Your eyes were those of a newly awakened woman. A sexually awakened woman."
"No," Julia said. "No."
"Look at me and say that," Ike demanded.
Julia forced herself to stare into his eyes. "No," she said. "Does that prove anything?"
"Only that you've got the ability to conceal your true feelings when the need arises," Ike said. "I still think that Jerry got in your pants. It's not like him to be around a naked woman and not try to fuck her."
"Do you have to use that word?" Julia asked.
"Then he did get to you!" Ike said triumphantly.
"I ... I didn't say that."
"I'll never believe you until I see for myself," Ike said.
"You're not going to."
"It'd be ironic as hell if I let you off the hook and discover later that Jerry really did get to you," Ike said. "To make it simple, Julia, if you're putting out, I want my share."
Ike took a tenacious grip on the sheet and forced it away from Julia's body. She made a few feeble attempts at stopping him, let the sheet go, and tried to cover up her cuntmound and tits with her hands.
Ike laughed at the sight of Julia's hand on her genitals. The middle finger was actually resting between her pussylips, giving the impression that she was trying to masturbate herself. While he pulled the protective hand away, Julia stared at the impression his cockshaft was making against the front of his pants. Ike replaced her hand with his own, with his middle finger resting between her labia. He let the finger sink into the crevice, forcing the plump cuntlips apart. The inner folds were velvety and moist. He moved the finger about, searching for the entrance to her snatch.
"Oh!" Julia cried as he found it. She sat up quickly, her hands capturing his wrist, but she was powerless to stop him. In a sitting position, with her knees drawn toward her belly, Julia only made herself more vulnerable. She sat there, sobbing softly, and submitted to the indignity. "Oh ... don't ... I ... Please ... Ike!"
She shuddered ecstatically as the finger moved deeper, the base of it brushing deliciously against her swollen clitoris. "I...." It moved past the first joint into her cuntmouth. "Oh!" She squirmed as if she were sitting in hot ashes. The finger penetrated to the second joint. "Ahhhh!" The finger had slipped completely into her moistly yielding canal. "Uhhhh!"
Ik's mouth twitched with passion. "If you got a maidenhead left, Julia, It's been shoved clear up between your tits."
"I'm a virgin!" Julia screamed. "You know I am!" Then she sat very quietly, clasping Ike's wrist, and refusing to look at what he was doing to her. All of his finger remained in her cunt, and his knuckle was like a small rock pressing against her anus. He began to fingerfuck her. Her grip on his wrist relaxed. She felt terribly weak. With a sigh of resignation, she sank to her back, not even bothering to bring her legs together.
Ike continued to fingerfuck his victim. His finger was coated with her fluids. He frigged her more rapidly, watching her cuntlips rise and fall with the action. A fresh gush of pearly fluids crept across his knuckle and trickled down the back of his hand.
Julia wanted to resist, but she was unable to keep her mind away from the voluptuous sensations that permeated her belly and buttocks. She could scream, she thought, bringing Jerry into the room. This would only subject her to further degradation, and she'd find herself participating in the sex act with two males instead of one.
She lifted her buttocks from the bed, thrusting her twat at the maddening finger. It felt so good that she couldn't help herself. She wanted him to put his entire arm into her cunt. Julia chastised herself for having the emotions of a whore. Her father would die of heart failure if he could see her at this moment!
She tried to slip away from the finger that methodically frigged her. "Ike. Don't. Not any more."
"Why not?" he croaked. "You're coming all over yourself. Just like you did with Jerry."
"I couldn't help it, Ike," she whimpered. "He made me. I didn't like it, but he made me."
Ike unzipped his fly and took out his cockstalk. Julia looked at the organ with awe, unconsciously comparing it with Jerry's. It was larger, she thought. Maybe not longer, but certainly thicker. The throbbing glans had a circumference that couldn't be measured mentally.
"Oh, God," she whispered, squeezing her eyelids together. "Don't make me look at it."
"It's not that bad," Ike said.
"I know, but...."
Ike took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and fumbled with his belt. Julia wished that he'd leave his pants on, even if he was going to force her to submit to him. Somehow, it would seem less vulgar if the boy kept his pants on. A naked boy with a naked girl made it appear that the girl was more willing than she actually was. She stood up suddenly.
"I'm a nice girl, Ike," she said softly. "Even if Jerry did make me do it, I'm still a nice girl."
"Sure you are." Ike grinned.
"You're mocking me," she said. "You act like I'm another one of those promiscuous coeds at the college."
"You don't have to be ashamed that you really enjoy fucking," Ike said.
"I don't like it!" Julia colored deeply. "Stop making me feel like a bitch!"
Ike's eyes condemned her, even as he readied himself to fuck her. "You should have put up a harder fight against Jerry," he said.
"Why?" she cried. "So that you could have been the first to rape me?"
"I wouldn't have taken your virginity," Ike assured her. "Not that I'm that gallant, but your staying pure did give me an extra card to deal your old man. As it stands now. you're used goods." He grinned. "But I don't mind taking seconds."
"I'd like to claw your eyes out," she said.
He pushed her toward the bed. "Stop fighting it, Julia. You like sex and I like sex. So why shouldn't we both enjoy it while we can?"
"Stop equating love with sex!"
"I'm not," he grunted. "A guy thinks of love first and then sex. That's love. If he thinks of sex first, the love usually never comes. Love of pussy, maybe, but not love of girl."
"And this is...." Julia stammered.
"Sex," Ike said. "Just good, old-fashioned fucking."
CHAPTER FIVE
Stung by Ike's unfeeling words, Julia began to fight him. His stiff penis kept poking against her belly as they wrestled about, and the nipples of her breasts dotted his chest with a hundred tiny fires.
Ike captured the raven hair of her weaving cuntmound. She squealed as his fingers dug into the perspiration-soaked curls. Holding her to him, he gently massaged her clitoris until she sighed and went limp, her face resting against his shoulder.
The rest was easy for Ike. Julia was so titillated that she did not resist as he placed her on the bed. She felt her legs being moved apart and she could not find the strength to resist. Through half-closed eyes she could see Ike perched between her thighs, his stiff cock protruding over her cuntmound. She waited.
Ike eased back and dropped the crimson knob between her legs. She whimpered softly as contact was made with her genitals. Ike pushed easily through the soft inner lips and entrenched his prick in her pussymouth. Julia was feverish. How differently his big shaft felt from his finger, she thought in confusion.
She felt her flesh spreading, opening willingly and wetly to the smooth, hot knob. Her snatch tightened exquisitely around its base, and small contractions were speeding one after the other from deep in her canal.
They were making a slut out of her. By the time she was released from captivity, she would live only for the feel of a man's cock in her belly.
She had a vision of the stern condemning face of her father. It vanished quickly as Ike pushed several more inches of his prick into her belly. She tried to rise in rebellion, but it was too late. His stiff cock was moving more easily into her seeping passageway. She could not summon even the slightest resistance. "Oh, God!" she cried, throwing her arms around Ike's neck as his thick shaft sank to the hilt.
Julia wondered how she could feel so wonderful and so miserable at the same time. Jerry and Ike had shattered all of her precious values in one night. She had always thought herself capable of fighting to the bitter end in such an instance. The mental image she had carried of herself was obviously contrived and false.
"Ummmmm!" She savored the clasping action her twat made against the boy's filling shaft. And she continued to question her motives and the motives of every virtuous female. Was it all a farce?
Did they fight so hard to preserve their innocence just to give an added thrill to losing it? Were they all really creatures of the flesh at heart, with a deep-down love of sex that made a man's lust small in comparison?
Julia couldn't supply the answers, and, at the moment, she didn't care to. Ike was beginning to fuck her in a steady rhythm, and the tight sleeve of her twat kept his moving prick captured in a loving embrace.
Ike tried to smile down at her, but his features were frozen in a mask of passion. Julia wanted to smile, also, if only to show her pleasure, but she couldn't. A smile would show, that she was condoning the rape of her body, and this had to be impossible.
Ike's hands were under her arms, on either side of her breasts. The pumping action of his penis slowed. He slumped forward, burying his face between her full tits, and then he pressed the burning globes to his face and made a blubbering sound.
Julia urged him to continue by lifting her ass slightly from the bed. He responded with a fresh burst of activity, his cockstalk thrusting deep into her belly and banging against the mouth of her womb. His mouth moved against her left breast, searching for the nipple. She whimpered softly as he found it.
Ike drew the tit into his mouth far past the areola. Julia thought that he would devour the tit as she felt the nipple stiffen against his sucking tongue. He still fucked her with short, meaningful thrusts and her mind was torn between the two points of contact. His swollen organ moved pleasingly across her clitoris and the friction caused the sensitive membrane to send waves of rapture through her body.
"Ah ... oh ... oh ... ah ... oh!" She couldn't hold back the short exclamations of pleasure. The smooth knob sliding against her clitoris was driving her into near hysterics. Her deeply flushed cuntlips were overflowing with the warm fluids her genitals were producing.
"Put ... it ... back!" Julia gasped as Ike's cock left her orifice. She reached for it, but was stopped short by the bit of puritanism that still remained in her. She waited impatiently for Ike's reentry, then moaned long and loud as his stiff penis slipped into the powerful suction of her snatch.
Ike released her tits and concentrated on the acrobatics that were taking place between Julia's widely spread thighs. He grasped the cheeks of her ass, widely separating the mounds and opening the crevice. The muscles of his belly knotted and his hard buttocks thrashed wildly about as he drove his enormous cock into her belly.
"Ummph!" Julia grunted as her skull was driven against the headboard. She tried to push herself toward the foot of the bed, but the hammering penis kept driving her back.
"Ah, dear. Ah, dear." Julia began to shudder. Another orgasm was on its way. She pushed her breasts flat against Ike's chest, trying to grind the nipples into his flesh. Her buttocks quivered against his hot balls.
"I'm coming!" Ike groaned while Julia was still in the throes of a strong climax.
"Good. Oh, it's good," she said as the thick jets of semen poured into her belly. Her cunt muscles milked on the imbedded prick, then relaxed. She sighed deeply as her satisfaction became complete, and waited for Ike to remove his weight from her body. She could feel his cock becoming lax inside her twat. It was shrinking considerably, but he was not attempting to leave her orifice.
"Well?" she said. She shifted her buttocks, trying to free herself of his organ. It hunched back at her.
"It's over," she said irritably. "Maybe not," he said. "If I can get my prick up again."
"I can't do it again," she said.
"You've heard of multiple orgasms, haven't you?" he asked, caressing both of her hips with his hands.
She pushed at his chest. "Please, Ike. No more."
"You don't think you're capable of coming again?" he asked.
"I don't want to, even if I am capable," she said.
"Come on, Julia," he urged. "Help make me hard again."
"Just get off me and leave me alone," she said.
Ike didn't reply. His hands continued caressing her hips, thighs, and breasts. When he tried to kiss her mouth and tits, Julia put up a violent protest. In spite of her resistance, Ike managed to keep his prick halfway inside her cunt. He was wise enough to know that she no longer desired him. If he lost possession, she could probably manage to prevent another penetration.
"You might as well stop fighting, Julia," he said. "I'm going to fuck you again."
Julia stiffened against him, her face showing disgust for his actions. She felt like a bitch in heat. The fluids from her seeping cunt trickled uncomfortably across her anus. A vile mixture of her own spending and Ike's semen, she thought. The tiny sperm were all in her and all over her, waiting to get her pregnant.
She wondered if all girls thought of getting pregnant during sexual intercourse, especially when they felt the semen pouring into their bellies. She had, with both Jerry and Ike. Of course, the promiscuous girls always took measures to protect themselves. She supposed that such a girl could just lie there and enjoy the hot gushes against her cervix.
She had relaxed and the vague stirring in her pussy told her that Ike was slowly achieving a second erection. His penis was definitely growing longer and thickening. It was beginning to fill her vagina once more. He grinned at her and wiggled his ass as he pushed the half of his cockshaft that remained outside into her cunt.
"Oh!" Julia said, then resigned herself to a repetition of what had gone before. She was definitely in no mood for it. To allow it would be almost like prostituting herself. Certainly, she had no goal to reach without the prospect of another orgasm. And she didn't believe that could happen to a woman, one climax after another, unless the woman was a born nymphomaniac. As for Ike, he had already said that love had nothing to do with it. He was simply using her body as a vessel for his lust.
Ike's prick was fully erect. Julia didn't know how it could be possible, but it felt even larger than before. She grunted weakly as he began to screw her. His actions were half-hearted, and Julia doubted that he was deriving much more pleasure from the act than she herself. Her discomfort mounted, surpassing the small and infrequent stabs of pleasure that occasionally showed themselves.
Ike quickened his movements, driving his thick stalk into her vagina, then removing it with a jerking action. Again and again he slammed his cock to the hilt.
"Stop it!" she cried. "You ... uhhh ... you're making a mockery of it!"
"I'm ... not through," Ike said between gritted teeth. His face was contorted with the effort, and his hands gripped her hips as his cock continued to surge into her unwilling belly.
Julia moaned softly. He was killing her. His prick was like a stake being driven into her vitals. At times it felt as if it were penetrating to her breasts. She could almost feel it driving upward into her throat. She made a choking sound, then coughed fitfully. If he didn't stop soon, she'd be raw and bleeding inside. Even the toughest of membranes could not continue to hold up under such an onslaught.
Her head hit the headboard again. Ike hooked his arms beneath her knees and forced them upward toward her perspiration-soaked tits. Julia's spreading cunt felt like a gaping wound between her thighs. Even the tough little circle of anal tissue was stretching. It felt as if his penis had torn away that small bit of separating flesh.
She bounced about like a rag doll while the stiff cock reamed her canal. Her snatch was losing all of its elasticity. The muscles were weak and unresponsive. Her belly was a large, wet, unfeeling hole with no warmth.
"No more," she whimpered. "I can't take it anymore."
"I ... can't ... come," Ike grunted, his balls straining against her buttocks.
Julia's legs were across his shoulders and her feet were perpendicular to the ceiling. Ike grasped her buttocks and pulled. Her rift was even more exposed to his powerful thrusts. The cuntlips were loose and unresisting where they curled around his penis and the velvety inner lips were moist and glistening.
"Ahhhhh. Oh, God!" she sobbed.
Ike was trying to drive his balls into her cunt. They flapped wetly against her buttocks, coated heavily with the fluids that continued to spill from her vagina in thick gushes.
"Help me come, Julia!" Ike pleaded. He appeared to be in some kind of pain.
"I can't. Oh, I can't," she whispered desperately.
"Wiggle, Julia," he urged. "Do something."
She squirmed against him, wanting to get it over with. Then, through the numb, battered feeling inside her belly, Julia sensed a new sensation. It started very slowly, like a small flame. She began to savor it. It was growing rapidly, like a forest fire being blown into full life by a strong wind. From her pretzellike position, she began to respond, rotating her hips very slowly.
Suddenly, she was driving her ass at his penis and making frenzied little sounds of pleasure. Whore or not, she could feel the second orgasm coming. "Oh, fuck me, Ike!" she cried. "I'm going to come again!"
Ike's jaw flopped loosely as he drove himself into a second effort. He strained mightily, heartened by the expression of pleasure on Julia's ever-changing features. "Julia! Julia!" he whispered. His fingers dug more deeply into her rapidly rotating buttocks as his thrusts became more pronounced.
"Fuck me!" she sobbed. "Oh, dear God! I'm coming like crazy!"
Ike felt as if his semen had formed a hard, frozen ball in his testicles. He grunted out his agony as his penis continued to drive into the girl's willing cunt.
"Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" Julia groaned with pleasure as her body was racked by a long spasm. She was so involved in this second powerful climax that she scarcely noticed when Ike came. As she quivered like a dying dove and the thick volley of cum poured into her, she did not even think of getting pregnant.
Later, when the lust was fully drained from her body and her sensibilities returned, she rolled over on her belly and cried.
CHAPTER SIX
Julia stirred and opened her eyes very slowly. It was still dark. She hadn't slept as long as she had suspected. She moved her legs and the sharp pain that lanced between them brought her fully awake. Carefully, she inspected her private parts. Her cuntlips were very sensitive to the touch and her pubic hair seemed to be matted with dried fluids.
It seemed unbelievable that she could find herself involved in such a mess. Yesterday she had been happy, content with her studies, looking forward to the future. The pictures she had looked at in the anatomy textbooks had been mere fantasies. It had all changed in a matter of hours. She had seen turgid, drooling cocks first-hand and had been subjected to a virtual fuck-fest. And she had been changed from maiden into something that she didn't like to think about. There was nothing to look forward to. Not even the marriage bed.
She got up and walked around the room. Moving about eased the stiffness and did away with almost all the pain. The soreness in her genitals was barely perceptible. The dried cock-cream in her pubic hair caused her cuntmound to itch and she scratched it vigorously. The action was undainty but necessary. She did more exploration with her fingers and was relieved to find out that her genitals hadn't been butchered after all. The female apparatus was obviously built to take the punishment.
She wondered if Jerry had taken over the guard duties from Ike. If so, he'd probably sit out there on the porch and work up his lust for her. Although she had bravely faced all that had happened to her during the night, she doubted that she could face another attack. By accepting sex with the boys as inevitable, she had managed so far to retain her sanity. But when the ordeal was over and she had to look back on it, she might well go to pieces.
She felt soiled. There was a makeshift shower on the back porch, fed by gravity from a spring just above the cabin, but she dared not use it. The cold spring water would freeze her to death. If not, one of the boys would surely decide that he'd like more sex while she was bathing.
An odd thrill ran through her as she thought about being attacked in the cold shower. She silently cursed her own weakness. If she had to remain at the cabin, the boys could change her into some kind of perverted animal within a week.
She'd become a totally sexual creature, perhaps a raving, insatiable nymphomaniac. And then she'd never be able to go back to the nice, clean, secure world she had known before.
Julia made up her mind to escape instantly. Getting her clothing back was impossible, but she still couldn't bear the thought of having some passerby pick her up while she was in the nude. The way men were, whoever rescued her would probably try to fuck her on the way back to town.
She pulled the sheet from the bed, tucked it under one arm, and crawled through the window that Jerry had left opened. Outside, she draped the sheet carefully around her body, then took very small steps so as not to trip on it in the darkness.
She lost the sheet several times as she crept through the underbrush to the rear of the cabin. Finally, she gave up and rolled it under her arm again. It was easier to move in the nude, and she could .put the sheet back on when she neared the main highway. She moved in a wide circle, then turned back toward the road.
When she felt that it was safe to do so, Julia left the thicket, rewrapped herself in the sheet, and trotted along the road. She was less than three hundred yards from the cabin when she heard the rough-running motor of the green VW and saw its headlights cutting a swath in the darkness behind her. She started to run, lost the sheet in the overhanging brush, and continued without it.
"There she is!" Ike shouted as the headlights flashed across Julia's naked buttocks. Julia turned and her bobbing breasts were bathed in light.
"Look at those tits!" Jerry whistled.
"Let's get her first and talk about her anatomy later," Ike said. He drove past Julia, braked the bug to a stop and jumped out. Julia ran directly into his outstretched arms before she could change direction.
She screamed and beat her small fists against his chest. "I hate you! Oh, how I hate you!"
Jerry helped Ike drag the struggling girl into the car. They put her between them in the front seat. Jerry tried to put a hand on her cunt and she slapped it away. "We should fuck hell out of her, just to teach her a lesson," he told Ike.
Ike shrugged. "Can you blame her for trying to escape?"
Jerry laughed. "Not being a girl, I wouldn't know."
"Thanks for the sympathy, anyway," Julia told Ike. He patted her thigh and she scowled at him.
When they arrived back at the shack, Ike brought out a set of handcuffs. He took Julia into Jerry's bedroom and cuffed her to the old-fashioned iron bed. Julia remained silent. Even cuffed, they couldn't do much with her that they hadn't already.
"I know this'll be uncomfortable, Julia," Ike said softly, "but we don't have much choice. You've tried to escape twice."
Julia glared at him, her mouth quivering. "You don't need to apologize. I've suffered far worse hurt than this tonight."
"I'm sorry for that, too," Ike said, sounding as if he meant it.
The boys left the room and Julia tried to make herself comfortable. She was almost glad that they had caught her. If she had returned home wearing only a sheet, her father would have demanded the whole truth, down to the smallest detail. The matted cunthair and the bruised left breast would have overshadowed any untruths she might have told him. And she'd never been very good at lying, anyway.
She turned on her left side, facing the cuffed wrist, and slept.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ike slammed the telephone down, stepped from the booth, and hurried back toward the VW. His thoughts were jumbled as he drove away from the curb. By now the president's telephone would be tapped and the cops would be monitoring all calls. In a few minutes they'd probably be converging on the telephone booth from which he had called. Maybe it would be more safe to write messages at this point, but the mails were so unpredictable a letter could be forever getting across town.
He cursed under his breath. Julia's old man was as stubborn as a mule. He steadfastly refused to give in to a single demand. And he had warned Ike that he would turn over heaven and hell to get the responsible parties if they so much as harmed a hair on his little girl. Ike had to grin at the irony of that remark. His "little girl's" cunthair had already taken quite a battering, and Ike supposed that counted as much as the hair on her head.
Jerry and Julia were sitting at the table eating when Ike walked into the cabin. "I'm getting mighty tired of baked beans and crackers," Jerry complained.
"Then bring something different to eat the next time you go into town," Ike said.
"This isn't exactly the best financed organization in the world," Jerry said. He pushed the half-eaten can of beans away. "What did old High-and-Mighty have to say this time?"
"No deal again," Ike said. "He still refuses to believe that we're serious."
"What we need to do is go to his house and beat hell out of him," Jerry suggested.
"That wouldn't convince Daddy," Julia said. She wasn't sure whether she was defending or criticizing her father. But she was positive that he would give in if he knew she was being subjected to repetitious rape.
"A good kick in the ass can do wonders for a stubborn motherfucker," Jerry insisted.
"I thought I made it plain that there'd be no violence," Ike said.
"What we've done to Julia doesn't count, huh?" Jerry asked sarcastically.
"It was rough, maybe, but not violent," Ike said flatly.
"That's your side of the picture," Julia interceded.
Ike looked at her as she rose from the table. She was still naked and she was being almost nonchalant about it.
Julia felt that she had nothing to hide from the two boys, not after the things they had already subjected her to. Besides, she had read somewhere that men were less excited by a naked body than by a partially concealed one. Perhaps seeing her flesh twenty-four hours a day would kill their desire for her. It was worth a try.
Ike slapped her buttocks and Julia sprang away from him. She rubbed until the stinging sensation left. "Why don't you take your frustrations out on someone else?" she cried.
"I'm not frustrated," Ike said.
"You're in knots," Julia said. "You've started something you can't finish, and you don't know how to get out of it."
"I've still got an ace or two up my sleeve," Ike said. He was still eyeing Julia's sleek ass. She didn't like the gleam in his eyes and she went into the bedroom and closed the door.
"Maybe we should put the cuffs on her again," Jerry suggested. "She might go through the window."
"I took her clothes out of the bedroom and put them in the trunk of the car," Ike said.
"She's tried to escape in her birthday suit twice," Jerry reminded him.
"Not in daylight," Ike said.
Jerry took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, along with two glasses and a bottle of ginger ale. He poured. "What's the next step?" he asked Ike. "You know, Julia's right. We're up shit's creek without a paddle."
"And not much of a boat," Ike grunted. He didn't nurse his drink, but killed it immediately. His eyes brightened. "What we need is a go-between. A neutral party who can convince Julia's old man that she really is captive and that we do mean business."
"You got anybody in mind?"
"Professor Henry Alton," said Ike.
"Julia's uncle?" Jerry asked. "You must be kidding."
"Can you come up with someone better?" Ike said.
Jerry shrugged. "You're the brains of this outfit. But I wouldn't call Henry Alton exactly neutral. Not with him being the college president's brother. And, from what I've heard, he thinks the sun rises and sets on Julia."
"That's what makes him so perfect as the go-between," Ike said. "Being a bachelor and having no kids of his own, he worships Julia. And she thinks the world of him. He won't do the slightest thing that might bring harm to her, and that includes bringing the cops here."
"This sounds better all the time," Jerry said. "Maybe I'm just getting drunk." He finished his drink and poured a second for each of them. "Continue."
"We'll call Professor Alton and give him directions to the cabin," Ike explained. "We'll explain the situation and put forth our demands over the telephone. And then we'll hide in the woods behind the cabin while he comes here and talks to Julia. We shouldn't expose ourselves until we've been guaranteed immunity by Julia's old man."
"The professor might try to take Julia back with him," Jerry said.
Ike grinned over his drink. "I've thought of that. Julia will be cuffed to the iron bed. I'd like to see him get that bed into a car."
"And I'd like to fuck Julia one more time before we let her go," Jerry said.
"Can't you think of anything else but pussy?" Ike growled.
"Is there anything better?" Jerry glanced at the whiskey bottle. It was almost empty. "Besides, it's not very often that I get high-class stuff like Julia Alton."
"You've already loused things up enough," Ike told him. "When she lost her cherry to you, we lost part of our bargaining power."
"She won't tell her ole man she's been fucked," Jerry argued. "He'd kick her sweet ass out of the house." Jerry sucked at his empty glass. "You got no room to talk anyway. I heard you balling her last night."
"But I didn't do the big damage," Ike said. "I didn't take her cherry."
"Hell," Jerry said, "I didn't think she was an honest-to-goodness virgin. I thought she was just putting me on. Do you know any twenty-year-old virgins on campus?"
"No." Ike laughed. "But one slips through the net every so often." The whiskey had warmed his blood. He wasn't accustomed to drinking so much so quickly. He kept seeing Julia as she had been in the kitchen awhile ago. Naked. That cute, rounded ass jiggling as she walked. The spreading pink of her nipples against the alabaster tits. Her fat cuntmound, with the shiny black curls. It was a damned sin for a girl to flaunt it before a man like that, even if she didn't have any clothes to wear.
Ike got up and walked into the bedroom, swaying slightly. Jerry followed. "She's gone!" Ike exclaimed. And then he grinned as he heard the sound of running water coming from the back porch.
"She's bathing," he said.
"I've always wanted to fuck a girl in the shower," Jerry said. "I balled one in the bathtub one time, but never in a shower."
* * *
Julia had found a small cake of soap. It was well-used and razor thin, but she had managed to work up a lather. The sun had been unusually hot during the day and the water in the old storage tank on top of the cabin was almost lukewarm. She wanted to bathe quickly, before the initial supply was exhausted, or she'd be getting the icy spring water down her spine.
She rubbed the soap over her breasts and asscheeks, then applied it vigorously to her cuntmound and between her thighs. She had the crazy notion that she'd like to push a hose up her twat and wash out all the filthy sperm the boys had deposited there. Not that it would do any good. Her status would still be ex-virgin, no matter how clean she was.
She watched the water cascade between her breasts and across her belly. It ran from the tip of the bushy pubic triangle in a single sudsy stream. The dark curls flattened against her pussymound, almost squeaky clean.
The tattered curtain parted and she turned quickly. Ike stepped into the shower beside her. He was naked.
She pushed at him. "Get out of here!"
The curtain parted again and Jerry entered. He was also nude. The small space had not been designed for three bodies and the boys pressed against Julia from whatever direction she moved.
She found herself making multiple contacts with balls, cocks and hard, male asscheeks.
"I don't intend to take any further abuse from either of you!" she shouted. "Oh!"
She jumped forward as Jerry crouched behind her and kissed her buttocks. He caressed one, then the other. "As fresh as you smell now, I'd like to lick your asshole," Jerry said. He tried to put the point of his tongue into the delectable crevice. She jerked the hills inward and her cuntmound went forward. It made almost direct contact with Ike's stiff prick. She wondered how he had achieved an erection so rapidly. His organ had been completely soft when he had entered the shower.
Julia tried to remain calm. She figured that she had a better chance against two than against one, insane as the thought seemed. If only they didn't get brutal with her. "Please," she said. "Go away and let me bathe." She was trying to make light of the predicament she found herself in, but she could see by the expressions on their faces that she was in for a difficult time. Both had achieved huge, throbbing hard-ons.
Ike wrapped his arms around her waist and lapped the running water from her tits with his tongue. The soapy taste still remained on her flesh, but this soon disappeared. He dropped to his knees, kissing her belly. Julis gasped as he nuzzled her pubic hair with his nose. She managed to keep her legs together, but Ike forced two fingers inside, just enough to pry her cuntlips apart and expose her clitoris. His tongue flicked out against the soft, warm membrane. All of the normal fluids had been washed away, making Julia's love flesh all the more sensitive to his flicking tongue.
"Oh. You ... You're awful," she said. It tickled and she was trying not to giggle.
Jerry was making a like maneuver from behind her. He managed to pry her buttocks apart and was pressing the tip of his tongue against her pink, puckered anus. "You ... You're both awful!" she gasped.
Julia felt much as she had felt when Jerry had first tongued her cunt. Helpless, weak and very much titillated. A man's tongue against her clitoris was sufficient to drive her mad by itself. And the thrill she was receiving from the one pushing against her asshole was almost beyond belief. She had never before realized that this particular part of her anatomy was such a powerful erogenous zone. She no longer felt like laughing.
"Ah ... oh ... ah ... oh ... ah!" Her voice was jerky and she was losing all sense of time and place. Her mind was centered on those two points of contact between her legs. She was still standing, but she had begun to open her thighs. Ike's nose was buried in her pubic moss and he was driving his tongue into the slightly parted cleft of her cunt. He kept his tongue flat as it slipped across her clitoris, then he curled it slightly as he tried to force it into the mouth of her now drooling snatch.
"Eat it, oh, eat it!" Julia sobbed, nearing hysteria. She wished that she could lie on her back so that Ike could get at her genitals more easily. She thrust her cunt toward Ike's mouth with such force that Jerry had to content himself with kissing and biting her buttocks as they brushed against his lips.
"I ... ahhhhh!" Julia cried. "I ... I'm coming!"
Julia grabbed Ike's ears and held them tightly as she came. The limpid fluids poured against his extended tongue. Ike shuddered and almost creamed. He didn't want it to end so quickly and he tried to pull away.
"Don't ... ah ... don't." Julia tried to hold him to her. She wanted him to throw her down, clamp his mouth over her genitals, and suck every last drop of fluid from her cunthole.
Ike broke away from her grip. His cock was bloated as never before, and its large knob was throbbing with the lust he felt for Julia. The taste of her was still in his mouth, but it only served to deepen his desire for the girl's body. In his book it was all right to perform any act upon a woman as long as it ended in the proper manner-with the cock buried to the hilt in the female's cunt while it spent its sperm. That was exactly how he intended to end it.
He tried to push his prick between Julia's legs and she blocked its entry with a deft movement of her hips. She still felt some desire, but it was vanishing rapidly. What had happened up to now in the shower had not hurt her. In fact, it had been to her advantage. She had enjoyed it without giving much in return. She braced herself for battle. There was no doubt but what they both intended to fuck her, but she'd die before she'd be subjected to a common gang-bang.
As she had suspected, it was easier to cope with two boys than with one. It would not have been so if they had worked together. But each boy was trying to obtain quick satisfaction for himself. While Ike tried to penetrate from the front of her body, Jerry was attempting to fuck her from behind. Neither was coming close to succeeding. Julia was getting a severe battering between her thighs, but she knew that she was holding the upper hand as long as both boys were searching for her twat. Even a novice at sex could understand that two cocks could not enter a girl's hot snatch simultaneously.
"Hold her!" Ike barked to Jerry.
"You hold her!" Jerry retorted.
"I can't," Ike groaned. "She's like an eel."
"Maybe if we dragged her out on the porch, we could get at her better," Jerry suggested, gasping for breath.
"I started it here and I'm going to finish it here," Ike said. "Watch her while I go get the handcuffs."
Julia kicked and scratched, but the boys managed to get her right wrist cuffed to the rusty old showerhead. One tit hung naturally from her chest and the other was drawn taut by the straining muscles. She was forced to stand on tiptoe to prevent the hard ring of metal from biting into her wrist. The awkward position also hampered her defense and made the boys' attack more simple. Ike reached for her hips and she kicked out at him. He captured the extended leg and slipped along it, guiding his stiff penis toward her cunt.
"No!" Julia cried. "It's a dirty, goddamned trick to play on me."
She let the cuffs support her weight as she drove the other knee toward Ike's balls. He also captured it. Julia squirmed about and shouted small obscenities at him, but Ike was slowly achieving his purpose. Julia's legs were widely spread, one resting on each of Ike's hips. He held them in place, moving easily toward his ultimate goal.
Julia's breasts and stomach were heaving with exertion. Her cuntlips gaped open, and her congested clit dangled like a hot red tongue from its nesting place, dripping with the fluids from her previous orgasm.
Ike didn't bother to toy with her or seek a new arousal. He simply placed his cockhead at the entrance to her snatch and forced his prick upward. Julia groaned as she felt her parts opening to the pressure. Her vagina resisted momentarily, gripping his glans in a tight ring of flesh.
"Ohhhhh!" Julia cried out as the gripping flesh of her cunt broke away, allowing Ike to drive his penis into her belly. She wiggled out her discomfort. His prick felt terribly deep inside of her.
Ike grunted as he gripped her hips and thrust upward. He was unable to achieve full penetration from the standing position. Julia let her legs drop and her cunt closed on his leaking penis like a vise. Ike cursed and grabbed her legs again, pulling them up to his waist. His hands slid up Julia's legs, and he managed to hold her thighs in place with his arms while his fingers spread her asscheeks apart. His groin hunched viciously against her vulva.
"Uhhhh!" Julia groaned as Ike rotated his thick stalk in her canal. The vaginal sleeve was becoming more loose and pliable against his penis. Although he was not achieving full penetration he was fucking her with long, easy strokes.
"Brrrr!" Ike shuddered. "Damn it!"
From the way Ike was shaking, Julia expected to feel a stream of semen shooting upward into her vagina. Then she realized that the stream of water trickling between their bellies was becoming smaller. The reservoir on the roof was almost empty and the cold spring water could be felt. She began to shiver as the water became even colder.
"Cut it off before I freeze my balls!" Ike shouted to Jerry.
"I doubt that'll happen, seeing that they're all wrapped up against that warm pussy," Jerry said.
"Just cut it off," Ike said.
Jerry turned the knob.
Now that the flow of water had stopped, Julia began to warm. The heat in her genitals quickly spread to other parts of her body. She whimpered and bounced about, wanting to escape from the imbedded penis and yet not wanting to. It felt so good, yet it was humiliating and undignified to be trussed up and attacked in this manner. She bounced a little faster when she felt Jerry's fingers running along the small of her back.
"Let me at her," Jerry said.
"Wait ... until I get through," Ike groaned.
"I can't." Jerry shoved Ike around in the confined stall. Ike clung to Julia, still hunching madly into her. She winced as the cuffs rotated on the showerhead, chafing against her wrist.
"You're breaking my arm," she protested.
Neither boy paid much attention. Jerry was still trying to push Ike away and make room for himself. "We can't both ... do it ... at the same time," Ike gasped.
-Jerry gave up and moved behind Julia again, watching her churning buttocks. "I can fuck her in 'the ass," he said.
Julia looked quickly over her shoulder. "Nooooo!"
Ike's hands were still gripping Julia's ass, keeping the crevice parted. Jerry extended a finger and pushed it against her anus. He felt it contract.
"Uh!" Julia winced as he forced the finger into her rectum up to the first joint.
"A helluva lot tighter than her pussy," Jerry laughed. He rotated the finger against the tight gristle, trying to loosen it for his prickshaft. Julia's crotch was moist with fluids, and Jerry used it to lubricate the small anal opening.
Julia strained away from him, but Ike's movements kept pushing her at Jerry. Jerry placed his swollen glans against her anus and pushed forcefully at the tight hole. Julia cried out as she felt the impact deep inside her asshole. "Don't ... oh, please don't do it there. Ike ... help me!"
Ike was too busy balling her to listen to her imploring for help. "Oh, please, Jerry," she whimpered. "You'll ruin me. I ... can't take it there!"
"Easy ... easy," Jerry said.
The pressure mounted to the bursting point. Jerry had not yet gained entrance, but Julia could sense that the tight little circle was beginning to open. "Please, Jerry," she implored. "Anything but that. I ... Oooooh! Wait. Please wait until Ike gets through. I'll let you fuck me, Jerry. I'll let you fuck me all you want to. Please. I ... Oh, God!"
She almost fainted as his cockhead burst through and plowed into her rectum; only the wonderful sensations in her pussy prevented it. Ike's powerful thrusts had brought new life to her genitals. She wanted desperately to climax again. She wiggled about, scarcely noticing the pain in her behind.
Jerry continued to bang at her, trying to force more of his penis into her rear orifice. He encountered difficulty and her resisting canal refused to accept him. He lost her once. His knob slipped free, but returned quickly, impatiently searching for reentry. This time she accepted his glans more easily, but he groaned in disgust as he struck an apparent stone wall an inch inside her body.
Julia's breasts were heaving magnificently. They were never more beautiful than at this moment. The water had dripped away from her body and was rapidly being replaced with perspiration. She hardly noticed the pain in the cuffed wrist, and the discomfort in her anus had changed to an awesome sensation of pleasure.
"Fuck," she whispered without realizing that she had said the word.
Ike was grunting, half-supporting her and half-clinging to her for support. His thrusts quickened and he managed to drive his penis a bit deeper with every try. Julia tried to lower her vulva so that she could get more of his organ into her. The action was impossible from her position, and she compensated by rotating her ass vigorously. Ike began to come and Julia responded.
"Uhhhh!" Julia cried out sharply as Jerry rammed another inch of his penis into her asshole. It interrupted her climax but only momentarily. The building resumed almost immediately.
"Oh, God!"
She cried out again as Jerry rammed her for a second time. Again the interruption of orgasm. He grunted and strained, trying to rotate his cockshaft inside her and achieve further penetration.
Ike had almost ceased to function. His fingers were digging into her buttocks, and her legs were wrapped around his waist. Occasionally, he would hunch at her, but his penis had gone dead inside her twat.
Julia desperately wanted something to happen. Anything. She focused her mind on Jerry's prick since the strongest sensations were now issuing from it. It throbbed hotly just an inch or so inside her rectum, then began to jerk madly. "Oh, God!" she whispered as she felt the first thick jets in that improper orifice. She banged her buttocks away from Ike and toward Jerry. She gasped, shuddered, and threw her free arm around Ike's neck as her thighs were flooded with her own fluids.
The boys removed themselves from their victim slowly and shamefully. Julia tried not to look at them. She was embarrassed by the fact that she had shown such a great response to the abuse that they had heaped upon her, but there was no hiding the effects of that response. The warm cum still trickled down her thighs in a thick stream of spent passion.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Professor Henry Alton lost little time in driving to the cabin where Julia was being held captive. Unlike his brother, Henry had not the slightest doubt that the boys had Julia as a hostage, or that they'd do bodily harm to her if they deemed it necessary. He knew these campus radicals. They held very little respect for anything, especially women. To them women were objects of pleasure, contoured cavities in which to spend their lust. They took some brainy girls into their ranks, but these chosen few did not remain welcome if they were unwilling to share their bed with whichever lad happened to desire them at the moment.
He patted the gun in his coat pocket. It was a pistol he had purchased in Italy. Its clip held six shots and he only supposed that it would be effective, never having fired it. But he'd use it now if he had to. He'd give his life to save Julia.
He gave the car more gas as he thought of the urgency of his mission. He only hoped that the boys hadn't harmed Julia. He had an awful vision of finding her ravished body in some deserted ravine, the victim of countless and unending fuckings.
There was a vague stirring in his cock, and he wondered why people felt such excitement when they heard or thought of someone else being sexually abused, even someone very close to them like Julia.
He and Julia had always been so very close, from the time that she had been a tiny, dark-haired toddler. He told himself that he'd never had anything but fatherly thoughts about her. Even when her breasts had begun to bloom and she turned into a very lovely young girl. As a teenager, she had continued to sit on his lap and hug his neck-until they had both realized that something was changing between them. Something physical.
He remembered the day that the awful shock had come. Julia was sitting on his lap and he had achieved a partial hard-on without realizing the fact. His penis had pushed gently into the soft cleft of her buttocks, burning against the blue skirt she wore. He had been almost afraid to move, hoping that Julia wouldn't notice that his organ had become long and hard against her soft little ass. And then she'd stirred a bit, just a faint wiggling, and her face had become very red. He'd watched with a sad smile on his face as she had climbed from his lap, never again to seek the security it offered.
He slowed the car as he spotted the cabin ahead. It looked deserted, but he couldn't be sure. He wondered if it had been wise to bring the pistol after all. If the boys saw it, they might resort to violence. He cautiously slipped it from his pocket and put it into the glove' compartment of the car.
The professor looked through every room in the cabin before going into the bedroom in which Julia was being held. He was shocked to find her lying nude on the bare mattress, one arm handcuffed to the headboard. Her eyes were closed, and he spoke her name very softly, not really wanting to wake her. She was so very beautiful without her clothes on, full of soft curves and secret indented places. She had really matured since that last day she had perched on his lap. He wondered how it would feel to have his penis in the crevice of that wonderfully pink woman's ass. A lot different from when she had been a budding teenager, he imagined.
Well, he couldn't stand there forever and look at her, he thought. He looked around for something with which to cover her nakedness. She'd be terribly embarrassed if she woke up and found him staring at her nude body.
He forgot about the covering and turned to feast his eyes again. She looked more lovely all the time. What an exquisite body. Her breasts were large and firm, the nipples a dark spreading pink that made the areolas blend into the pale flesh of her tits. Her waist was small, the stomach very flat, and the beautifully rounded hips joined her thighs in a smooth line. He could not keep his eyes away from the profuse ball of black pubic hair that crowned her lower belly. Nestled below it, he saw her cuntlips-twin, full-blown lips that gave double assurance that she had reached ripest womanhood. She reminded him of a nude showgirl he had once seen in Paris. Except that Julia was pure and undefiled, and the showgirl had slept with numerous lovers.
He wondered if her captors had defiled her after all. Julia still looked virginal. He searched for marks on her body. There was an ugly red welt around one wrist where the cuffs held her to the bed. And there was a small crimson spot just beyond the areola on one breast. It resembled the bites he had seen on the necks of some of the more passionate girls at the college.
Julia opened her eyes suddenly. "Uncle Henry," she said softly. She was glad to see him. He was staring intently at her, looking worried but very dignified. His face had always been kindly when he was around her, but she had known it to become very stern in class. She managed a smile. She liked the distinguished streaks of gray in his hair. He was much younger than her father, in his middle forties, and she had always wondered why he had never married. A lot of the young girls at school had their eyes on him, and Julia guessed that a number of them would not be past fucking with her attractive uncle if given the opportunity.
"They told me you were coming." she said. "I thought you'd never get here."
"Where did the boys go?" the professor asked. He hoped that Julia hadn't noticed that he was staring.
"Somewhere in the woods," she said.
"They took all of your clothing," he said, still finding it difficult to look away from his beautiful niece.
The remark reminded Julia that she was indeed naked and that the man looking at her was her uncle. She thought of the sheet she had lost beside the road. She blushed and felt over her body, putting her hands first to her breasts, then letting them drop quickly to her cuntmound. She had difficulty concealing all the dark, curly hair, and she flipped over on her belly, very conscious of her sex and nudity. There was very little else that she could do to conceal her charms. Well, he could see only her back and asscheeks, and she didn't imagine that it was wrong for an uncle to see his niece's behind, even if she was a grown woman.
Professor Alton cleared a lump out of his throat. "I ... I'll look around for something to break those cuffs," he stammered.
"It's no use, Uncle Henry," Julia sighed, looking over her shoulder at him. "Just go back and tell Father what they told you to. I'll be safe."
"I'm not too certain about that," the professor said. "They have you cuffed like a convict, and I couldn't help but notice that bruise on your ... your ... ah ... breast."
"It's nothing, Uncle Henry," Julia said quickly.
"Are you sure?" The professor leaned forward, peering beneath her body in an effort to see the breast again. "I think they've already harmed you, Julia. I think that they ... Did they, Julia?" Julia didn't answer.
"Did they violate you, Julia?" The professor's voice trembled with emotion.
Tears stung Julia's eyes. Her degradation was no longer a secret. "Oh, Uncle Henry!" She flipped over on her back and tried to rise, not caring if he did see all of her. She had nothing left to hide, not even the indecent things that Ike and Jerry had done to her body. The cuffs jerked her back and she tried to rise again. She wanted her uncle to take her in his arms and comfort her. Like he had when she had hurt herself and cried as a very small girl. The hurt had always seemed to leave when he had kissed the injured parts.
The professor sat on the bed and held her to him. One hand rested on the small of her back and the other on her hip. Julia trembled violently and her breasts shook against him. His hand slipped downward, his fingers resting in the crevice of her quaking buttocks.
"Julia. My poor Julia," he whispered. "What have they done to you?"
"They ... Oh, Uncle Henry!" Julia was sobbing very loudly. Suddenly, her uncle was kissing her full on the mouth. She didn't care. She only wanted him to hold her very tightly. His lips felt warm, almost feverish, and she found herself responding to the kiss. Shocked by the effect it was having upon her, she pulled away from her hard-breathing uncle.
"I didn't mean to do that," he panted. "I'm sorry, Julia."
She managed a smile. "It isn't a crime to kiss one's niece," she said.
"Promise you won't tell anyone," he said.
"Why should I?"
"I kissed you like a lover, Julia," he said. "I know."
"You're so soft and warm, I wanted to...." The professor's voice was choked with emotion. He took out his handkerchief and dried Julia's tears away. She took it from him and wiped at the few drops that had fallen to her breasts. Henry put one hand on her thigh and squeezed the firm white flesh. Slowly, he eased the hand toward her cunt. Julia did not try to stop him. Her muscles refused to respond.
"Uncle," she gasped.
His fingers touched her pussy mound.
"Uncle Henry!" Julia instinctively tried to grab his wrist but the handcuffs prevented her action. He stuck one finger out and explored the surface of her cuntlips. Quickly, he poked it inside the crevice and began to titillate her clitoris. It felt very small, almost non-existent.
"Don't," she whispered. "Ummpphh."
He was kissing her again, more hungrily than before. She flailed at him with her one free arm, striking his crotch. His cockshaft was swollen and exceedingly firm. He tried to draw her hand back to it, wanting her to touch it again.
"Squeeze it, Julia," he begged.
"No ... no," Julia stammered.
He kissed her again and tried to force his tongue into her gasping mouth. She pulled away and flopped on her back. A protective hand went toward her cuntmound, but the professor's beat it there. His fingers dug into the curly pubic hair. "So lovely and abundant," he said. "And to think what a lovely thing it conceals."
Julia felt more helpless with her uncle than she had with Jerry and Ike. She couldn't fight him, yet she could not continue to allow the intimacies he was taking with her body. "You'll ruin everything, Uncle Henry," she panted. "The way I feel about you ... everything."
"I've loved you for years, Julia," he said. "You know that."
"But that's a different kind of love," Julia argued, still trying to remove his hand from her mound.
"Is it?" he croaked.
"I'm your niece," she said. "You're not to think this way about me."
His eyes were hard and they showed not a glint of understanding. "How am I thinking about you, Julia?"
She shook her head, then brushed the hair away from her face. "Oh, I don't know," she cried. "You've got me so confused that I ... well, I know what you want to do."
"What do I want to do to you, Julia?" he whispered desperately.
Julia felt like screaming. His words were putting her into some kind of a trance. "You want to do what they did, what Jerry and Ike did."
"What did they do, Julia?" he asked.
"They...."
"Did they...."
"Oh, you know what they did, Uncle Henry!" she blurted. "Go ahead and say it. They fucked me! It was awful. Every time I closed my eyes one of them was trying to fuck me." She glared defiantly at him. "And do you know something, Uncle Henry? I began to like it!" She laughed bitterly. "Now, how do you feel about your pure, innocent little niece?"
"No differently," he said quietly, his eyes burning holes in her skin. "They raped you. You couldn't help it."
"No more than you can help what you're trying to do?" she asked.
"I'm not trying to-"
"Yes, you are!" she exclaimed. "You want to fuck me, just like they did!"
CHAPTER NINE
Julia didn't know why she was becoming so hysterical, or why she felt it was necessary to use gutter terms. Her uncle hadn't really tried to screw her. He had only touched her, and for this he couldn't be held completely responsible. She was lying naked on the bed, and any man, even a devoted uncle, would feel the impulse to touch and caress a female body he found in such circumstances. Even the hard-on he had achieved was natural. She glanced toward his crotch. His prick had formed such an enormous lump that it was threatening to burst from his pants.
The professor's eyes caressed his niece's body more with lust than adoration. He grabbed her and brutally ground his mouth against hers. She turned her head away and he kissed her breasts until they were damp with his saliva. Quickly, he worked his finger between her outstretched legs and began to frig her, concentrating on her clitoris with short, satisfying strokes that brought new life to the tiny membrane.
"Julia, Julia," he murmured, sucking a tit while he fingerfucked her.
Julia was giving him more freedom than she meant to, but her feverish mind told her that she was helpless. She could not possibly prevent the liberties that he was taking with her body.
"Uncle, please don't." Julia thought of running, but the idea was moronic. She could hardly drag the bed through the door behind her. Her eyes looked desperately around the room, then came back to her uncle. He was unzipping his pants.
She made a soft sobbing sound. His cockhead leaped out like a striking snake and she gasped at the enormity of it. It was larger than either Jerry's or Ike's, a bursting congestion of pale, muscular-looking flesh and strong blue veins.
"You can't, Uncle," she said as he tried to crawl onto the bed with her. "You just can't do it to me!"
The professor was deaf to her words. He threw one leg across her body, a wild expression on his face as he banged his big cock at the juncture of her closed thighs. The pubic hair rasped against his heated glans. "I want you, Julia," he said. "Oh, God. How I want you."
"You're mad!"
He continued to hammer madly at her. His prick was sliding all over her thighs and belly, yet he was not coming close to her cunthole. Finally, he controlled himself long enough to pry her stiff legs apart. The sight of the pink inner lips of her cunt almost caused him to blow his mind.
"Let me make love to you, Julia," he pleaded.
Julia jumped as she felt his hot glans against her clitoris. "No! Uncle Henry! It's incestuous."
"No one will ever know, Julia," he said, straining to get his thick shaft deeper into the spreading crevice.
"It's still incest," she panted. "I could never forgive myself." Julia's ass bounced around the bed, shaking him loose, and she closed her thighs again.
The professor scooted higher on her body, and his large balls dropped through the opening in his pants. They brushed hotly along Julia's quivering belly, proceeding until his lengthy cock lay throbbing between the sweaty mounds of her breasts.
Julia raised her chin up and turned her face away from the overpowering scent of the male organ. His glans was pulsating hotly against her twitching throat.
"Love me, Julia!" he said.
"I ... can't."
"Forget that I'm your uncle, Julia," he said, his eyes bulging from their sockets. "Make believe that I'm just another man you'd like to make love to."
"No. Never."
"You said you liked it when they fucked you," the professor reminded her.
"I lied," she said. "I hated it, Uncle Henry. I'll hate it until the day I die!"
"You don't mean that, Julia," he droned. "I know you want it."
"Even if I did, I might get pregnant," Julia said, using another excuse.
"Then help me, Julia," he almost whined. "Help me to relieve this awful pain."
"How?" Julia's eyes were bright and hot. She knew that she was wavering. The moist congestion between her legs told her that much. She hated herself. Ike and Jerry had totally corrupted her. They had opened up new avenues of sex that she had never dreamed of-now she was even contemplating incest.
"How, Uncle?" she asked again.
"Once a woman in Mexico...." the professor began. "She ... oh, Julia ... kiss the head of my penis!"
Julia was shocked by the suggestion. She shook her head vigorously.
"Suck it, Julia," he demanded. "Take it in your mouth and suck my cock!"
Julia looked at his organ. She remembered how it had felt that day she had sat upon his lap. So long and stiff and hot against her buttocks. Suddenly, she grabbed it and held it above her face. It looked to be a foot in length and her fingers would not go completely around it. It throbbed wildly. She couldn't believe she was touching it with her bare hands, and it seemed even more preposterous that she was considering taking it into her mouth.
Her red lips formed an oval, then relaxed. "I ... can't," she said.
"Then let me fuck you!" he pleaded.
Julia saw the pain in her uncle's face and she felt a twinge of sympathy. Her lips formed the oval again and she allowed him to touch them with his glans. Cautiously, she edged her tongue out and touched the tip of his knob.
He shuddered. "Oh, that's it, Julia. Now, open your mouth. Oh, Julia!"
Julia didn't exactly take his penis in, nor did the professor exactly put it in. She was suddenly gagging on it as it pressed against her tongue. It filled her mouth with a hot, strong taste. She tried to say something but could only mumble around his shaft. Strangely enough, she had the wild impulse to do as he asked. Then she began to imagine how awful it would be to have him come in her mouth. She could almost feel his slimy semen slipping down her throat. Yet, the impulse remained, taunting her sanity. His organ throbbed against her tongue and against the roof of her mouth. He was trying to push it deeper. Suddenly, she knew that she couldn't go through with it. One perverted act could easily lead to another, and another, and another. She jerked her head away and his drooling cockhead popped from her mouth. The large red knob glistened with her saliva.
The professor was more than disappointed. "One way or another, I'm going to have you!" He jumped from the bed and tore off his shoes, pants and shorts.
Julia thought that he looked very odd, standing there in his shirttails. She almost laughed, but there was nothing humorous about his cock and balls. He looked like a hairy beast, with the big testicles and the long, thick penis protruding from the thick curls.
The longer she stared at his prickshaft, the more gigantic it looked to her. It was almost frightening, a gut-bursting object that hardly any woman could take without a large measure of pain. Even if he wasn't her uncle, Julia wasn't sure she'd care to take him on at the height of desire. She wondered how many women had felt that stiff gristle in their bellies, and if her uncle had ever tried to fuck any of the coeds at school. Having seen this other side of his personality, she wasn't so sure that he hadn't been the one who had attacked the girls in the park.
The professor walked toward the bed, gripping his thick cock with his fist. "Prepare yourself, Julia," he said, crawling back onto the bed with his niece.
"No, Uncle Henry!"
Julia tried to resist, but she knew he was strong enough to take her, even if she weren't cuffed to the bed. Her thighs were tenacious, but his powerful hands slowly forced them apart.
"You cunt has become quite wet," he noted with satisfaction. "I thought you didn't want me."
"I don't. I don't," she whispered.
He did not even try to separate the pussylips with his fingers-his hands were occupied with holding her thighs apart-but simply put his big stalk against her cunt and pushed. "God, no! Uncle Henry!" Julia felt as if he were trying to drive a log into her belly. Her labia refused to open enough to accept his huge offering. He would surely tear her asunder when he tried to force his cock into her twat. She groaned loudly. "You ... you'll kill me, Uncle!"
"You're not a child, my dear," the professor said, not at all worried that he would injure her. "Your parts are quite capable of accepting my organ, and I assure you that they will." He pushed with great determination. "Later ... uhhhh ... when you're more experienced ... you'll learn that your lovely little twat can absorb an astonishing amount of punishment without ... uhhh ... injury."
The professor stopped trying to talk. At this point he was so driven by lust that he did not know the meaning of mercy. He no longer realized that he was fucking his own niece, nor did he notice the pain-contorted features of the girl beneath his pressing body. All he realized was the exquisitely tight bit of female flesh that ringed his glans.
"Uhhhhh!" Julia wiggled as far along the bed as she could, but she could not escape the pain between her thighs. The forceful prick was threatening to split her. Her cuntlips had formed a tight flushed oval around the base of the professor's glans. He banged at the tight snatch that still refused to admit his shaft.
"Don't fuck me!" Julia cried. "Ugggghhhhh!" The professor forced at least four inches of his shaft into her canal. Julia sobbed a bit then slumped dismally. She no longer had any motive for resisting him. He had entered her and incest had been committed. What followed would be of small consequence.
Professor Alton struggled until he forced fully half of his cock into Julia's tight vaginal sleeve. She grunted and strained, half-trying to reject it and half-trying to accept the remainder. His progress blunted, the professor withdrew and inspected his organ. It was irritated and the fluids gathered from Julia's parts dripped lazily from the throbbing glans. He placed his fingers between Julia's cuntlips and forced them apart until her twat appeared as a gaping red mouth between her thighs.
Almost carefully, he placed his knob into the entrance of the moist hole. He pushed. Julia groaned as she felt the first four inches reenter her canal, but she had accepted them much easier than before. The professor allowed it to pulsate in that section of her vagina for several minutes.
"Oh, dear, it's good!" Julia cried without thinking, then began to struggle for an added inch or two.
Inspired by her reaction, the professor put new heart into his task and gave a mighty thrust that sent the length of his prick barreling toward Julia's cervix.
"Uncle Henry!" Julia threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, fuck me! Fuck me good and deep with that big, delicious cock!"
She savored the thick length of his hard flesh in her belly, wiggling her ass as she tried to adjust to the bursting enormity of it. Her uncle was moving cautiously, withdrawing an inch or two at a time, then feeding it slowly back into her snatch. Julia's cunt was still terribly tight against his shaft, and she doubted that it would ever loosen against such a belly-filling organ.
The pulsations in her genitals had become so strong that she could not resist helping the man who was fucking her. Their blood relationship meant nothing at the moment. She lifted her tensed asscheeks from the bed and thrust her cunt onto his thick stalk. The short, rapid bursts caused the professor to hang on. He clutched desperately at her tits and tried to ride out the unexpected storm without ejaculating. "God!" he groaned.
"Oh, do it quickly," Julia pleaded. "I can't wait to come!" She wanted to feel the prickshaft moving in and out of her belly with long, punishing strokes. The professor was simply hunching it at her. She shifted away, almost freeing herself of the impaling object, but quickly rammed her cunt at it again. "Ahhhh," she sighed as it filled her completely. The man's hot balls throbbed against her twitching buttocks and Julia bathed them with a clear, warm stream of cum.
"Uncle!" she whimpered. "Oh, Uncle, I'm coming! Hold me! Fuck me!"
When the professor felt the strong contractions of her vagina against his shaft, he began to pump into her with a violent motion that bounced Julia about the bed and rattled the handcuffs against the bed. He was balling her so hard that Julia hardly had time to fully appreciate the powerful orgasm she was achieving. Neither Ike nor Jerry had titillated her to such an extreme plateau of passion. Her body was drenched with sweat and her cunt channel began to search with a new hunger even before she completed the first climax.
Professor Alton complied with vigor. His veined cockshaft was like a giant piston, driving home with each thrust, and he was grinding his testicles into the crevice of her ass in an attempt to get a little more of his stalk into her. Julia grunted more with ecstasy than with pain at each inward thrust. She was amazed at the size of the object in her belly, but it was no longer giving her the slightest discomfort.
"Ahhhh!" Julia's snatch rippled along the pleasing shaft in hot wet waves. The professor banged her more fiercely. Julia's face was changing hues in rapid fashion as her skin registered her emotions. At one point she turned almost blue in the face and strangling sounds came from deep in her throat.
The professor, fearful that he was really hurting her, tried to withdraw. "No!" Julia cried, grabbing him and holding him close. Her thighs trembled violently as she pushed upward, her gaping cunt rotating as it searched for his penis. She found it. "I ... ahhhhh." Slowly, she eased her cunt back onto the professor's stiff prick. She shuddered and came again before he could resume the action.
Julia stared up at the professor and he looked down at her. The realization that an uncle was fucking his niece struck them both at once and they tore at one another in a renewed attempt to make the most of it. The fact that they were committing incest only served to heighten the experience, and both decided to take the utmost advantage of the added spice.
They banged at one another, grinding their flesh together, murmuring obscenities. Julia tried to keep her exclamations low and slightly decent, but the professor was loud and vulgar, spewing out phrases that caused her ears to burn.
He was taking all manner of indecent liberties with her, sticking his tongue in her mouth and forcing a bit of finger into her asshole, but Julia couldn't have cared less at the moment-not as long as his big penis continued to move in and out of her pussy without interruption.
Julia groaned deliriously each time she came. She didn't know how many orgasms she had experienced when she felt the professor ejaculate in a gut-wrenching spasm that filled her snatch to overflowing. She only knew that he had balled her for a seeming eternity, and that her buttocks and the mattress beneath them were soaked with their cum.
"I ... damn!" The professor cursed and tried to rise. "I'm sapped."
Julia felt awkward as his penis left the warm confines of her vagina. She was almost embarrassed as her cunt sucked at his cock on its way out. The action made her appear to be a sex-hungry bitch instead of the nice girl she was. "Uncle," she said.
She looked at him and blushed deeply. He averted his eyes.
"You shouldn't have done it to me," she said finally.
"I didn't exactly rape you, dear niece," the professor said, scowling. "You wanted it to happen."
"I didn't," Julia said.
"You seduced me," he said.
"And you raped me," she retorted. "Wait until I tell my father."
"Now you're being childish," he said. "Talk like the experienced woman that you are, Julia." He laughed. "I don't think I have to worry about you telling my brother anything that happened. You're as ashamed of it as I am."
"You're ashamed?" she asked.
"Now that it's over, yes," he said.
Her mouth quivered. "It won't happen again?"
"I assure you that it won't," the professor said.
All the love she had ever had for him died, at that moment.
"I hate you," she said.
He fastened his pants and reached for his coat. "I'll tell your father that you're in one helluva mess," he said. He didn't look back as he left the room.
CHAPTER TEN
Ike and Jerry returned to the cabin as soon as Professor Alton left. Both boys were grinning broadly. "I don't guess we'll be needing these any more," Ike said. He took a key from his pocket and undid the cuffs. "Jerry, go to the car and get her clothing. She's probably getting a little tired of all this exposure. A nice girl doesn't like to go around naked."
Julia's eyes stabbed him, but she remained silent. She sat up and rubbed her wrist. The wet spendings left behind by her uncle's fucking were uncomfortable against her ass, but she remained sitting, hoping to conceal the incriminating evidence with her buttocks.
"You must be awful confident that I won't run," she said. "Undoing the handcuffs and giving me back my clothing."
"I got a reason to be confident, honey," Ike said. "The tide is beginning to turn in my favor." He was still smiling, but underneath he appeared a bit disappointed.
"Then you should be a lot happier than you look," Julia said uneasily.
"Maybe I'm still in a state of shock," Ike said.
"I'm the one who should be shocked," Julia said.
"I didn't figure you were the type to fuck your own uncle!" Ike blurted, unable to conceal his emotions any longer.
The color fled from Julia's face. "I didn't. How ... how can you accuse me of such a thing?"
Ike grabbed her legs and pulled her along the bed. He pointed to the large, wet spot. "How do you explain that?"
"I was tied to the bed," Julia stammered, "I had to urinate."
"I know cum when I see it," Ike growled.
"I ... I was masturbating before my uncle came," Julia liked. She tried to laugh. "You see, you've taught me some terrible habits."
"Honey, you could masturbate for a week and you couldn't come that much," Ike snarled.
"Ike, I-"
"Stop lying to me, Julia," he said. He reached into his shirt pocket and took out several photographs. "Those flashes you saw during the orgy didn't come from blinding passion," he said. "I took these with a Polaroid camera while you and Uncle were in the act."
Julia snatched at the photos.
Ike jerked them back. "I don't want them torn to shreds." He turned them so that she could see. "Just take a good look at them from a distance. I think you can see well enough to get the whole picture."
Julia stared at the photographs. They were small, but very clear and detailed. Both her face and that of her uncle were easily identifiable. She felt sick to her stomach.
"Ike...."
"You notice that I got one while he was in you to the balls." Ike's voice trembled slightly. "But the first one I took is the kicker. You really got a mouthful of his big cock."
"I didn't want to do that!" Julia exclaimed. She wanted to run and hide, or better still, just vanish in a puff of smoke.
"But did you want him to fuck you?" Ike said.
"Of course I didn't," Julia declared, her voice quivering. "I was cuffed and I couldn't help myself. Any bum could have come along and done the same things to me. You were watching. You must've seen how I fought him!"
"Yeah," Ike admitted, "but toward the end you were screwing like it was the best cock you'd ever get in your life."
"You've no right to condemn me," she said. "Not after what you and Jerry did to me in the shower."
"Jerry and I were drunk," Ike gritted.
"A poor excuse," Julia said viciously. "You weren't drunk that night you came into my bedroom and raped me."
"I'm not your damned uncle!" Ike bellowed, his face becoming a deep red.
"Oh, damn, I don't care any more," Julia said disgustedly. "What difference does it make if my uncle made me or I let him? You helped send me down the road to ruin. I was innocent and pure...."
"Don't get theatrical on me," Ike snapped.
"Well, it's true," Julia sniffed. "You've awakened something deep inside of me that I didn't even know existed. I couldn't hurt myself more thoroughly if I flopped down in the street naked and let every man who comes along fuck me. Next. Next. Next. One and all. Come and get it!"
"You don't mean that," Ike said, and his face was very solemn.
"What's made such a prude out of you all of a sudden?" Julia asked. "You're an advocate of free love. You think that all women are whores at heart. You get your goodies off by publishing pictures of naked sluts in the school paper. Hypocrite!"
"Okay, so you've got me pegged for what I am," Ike said. He raised his voice to the shouting level. "But I've never fucked my aunt!"
Julia was left speechless.
Ike calmed himself as Jerry returned to the room. Jerry handed Julia her clothing and she dressed before the two boys. She saw no reason to be modest now. She pulled her panties snugly around her hips, put her tits into the bra cups and asked Ike to fasten the snaps behind.
"Lord, I hate to see all those goodies covered up again," Jerry said.
Ike glared at him and Jerry shrugged. A little later he left the room. "I'd like to explain about the pictures, Julia," Ike said.
"They speak for themselves," Julia said, her eyes stony.
"I didn't do it just for kicks, Julia," Ike said. "Believe me."
"I don't care why you did it or what you do with the pictures," Julia said with a toss of her head.
"Okay," Ike grunted. "Then I'll go ahead and publish them in the school paper."
Julia whirled. "You wouldn't!"
"I don't want to," Ike said. "The choice is yours."
"I'm glad to know I have a choice," said Julia.
"You can very well see that Jerry and me are charged with kidnapping and rape," Ike explained.
"And I just might," Julia told him.
"Exactly," Ike agreed. "In fact, up until your uncle's little visit, I think you might have. Now I don't think you can afford to."
"You'd actually publish those horrible things?" Julia asked.
Ike shrugged. "Like you said, I've got a weakness for printing obscene pictures."
Julia took a deep breath. "All right. I know when I'm beaten. What do I have to do?"
"You refuse to testify as to what has happened," Ike instructed. "No kidnapping and no rape."
"What will I tell everybody?" she asked. "My friends, I mean?"
"You'll just have to make them think that you had a mad impulse and shacked up with one of the students for a few days," Ike said.
"Do you know what that'll do to my reputation?" asked Julia.
"Not nearly as much as the pictures," Ike said.
"You're forgetting my father," she said. "He'll never believe that story, and I'm not so sure I'd want him to."
"Okay," Ike agreed. "You'll probably have to tell your old man the truth. I'm betting that he won't care for the publicity that would accompany a rape trial. I doubt that you'll have to tell him what happened with your uncle."
"I couldn't tell him about that anyway," Julia said weakly. "I just couldn't."
"It's settled then," Ike said. "We're taking you back to town and dropping you off a few blocks from your house."
"Well, at least something good has come out of this sordid mess," Julia said. "You're giving up your wild idea of changing the whole school system to suit yourself."
"Not at all," Ike said quickly. "I'm just trying a new tactic. I intend for you to use your influence with your father."
"He won't listen to me," Julia argued. "He thinks I'm still a child."
"Not after you tell him what happened out here," Ike said. "And don't forget your Uncle Henry. He carries a lot of weight at the college."
"He won't help you."
Ike grinned. "I think he'll jump right on the bandwagon after he sees the photos."
Ike watched as Julia left the cabin and walked toward the car. She had a sexy little jerk to her hips that he had never noticed before. He wanted to lay her one more time, but he wasn't so sure that he could put his body and soul into the act at this moment. Not so soon after he had watched her uncle crawl from between her cum-drenched thighs.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Julia had been home three days and her father was treating her like a fallen woman. He could not understand why she had not died in an attempt to save her virtue. She had told him that the boys had fucked her repeatedly, and he had hit the ceiling when she had refused to press charges. However, after giving the matter much thought, he agreed. The publicity would be unwise. At least, with sex in the picture.
The telephone rang and Julia answered it. She was surprised to hear her uncle's voice. She had seen him several times at the college, but he had turned his head, either afraid or ashamed to face her.
"I've got to see you, Julia," he said.
"I've been of small interest to you for the last several days," she said.
The professor sounded very perturbed. "Something's come up, Julia. Where can I meet you?"
"Not here," she said.
"I wouldn't want to come there," he said quickly. "I ... ah ... couldn't face your parents after what we did."
"You sound remorseful about it," she said.
"I am," he said, almost impatiently. "It never should have happened."
"Those are my exact sentiments," Julia said. "But it doesn't ease my conscience. I certainly don't care to see you again."
"You must!" he said. "I'll get down on my knees and beg forgiveness if it'll help square things between us. Julia-" he took a deep, long breath-I assure you that this matter is of the utmost importance to both of us. My career ... your reputation...."
"Well...."Julia paused.
"Can you come to my apartment?" he asked. "We can talk in complete privacy here."
Julia still had misgivings, but she agreed. "I'll be there within thirty minutes," she said.
* * *
Julia was worried as she walked the few blocks to the professor's apartment. She was not so concerned about what he had to tell her as she was about what he might do to her. His urgent plea could simply be a ruse to get her alone.
She was confident that she could fight him off. After all, she wouldn't be handcuffed to the bed this time. And she was sure that she would be able to cope with her own emotions.
Since returning home, she had delved deep within herself, and had come up with the conclusion that the experiences at the cabin had not made a raving nympho out of her. Admittedly, she still thought about it at times, but her desire for sex was no stronger than when she had been a virgin. She felt that she could take it or leave it, and she didn't intend to become promiscuous under any circumstances. Above all, she was very positive about her feelings toward her uncle. He meant absolutely nothing to her now.
Professor Alton opened the door and closed it quickly behind his niece. He was wearing a robe and slippers. She gave him a wary look. "I'm sorry I didn't have time to get dressed," he explained. "I was in the shower when Ike and Jerry came by, and I called you the moment they left."
Julia was critical. "That still gave you a half-hour," she said. "I think that's ample time for you to get dressed."
"Will you always be suspicious of me?" he asked. "You act as if I'm setting the scene for your seduction."
"Aren't you?"
The professor flushed. "Don't be preposterous, Julia. I've more important things on my mind than sex. Especially with my own niece."
"It was in the realm of your imagination before," Julia reminded him.
"Please," the professor said. "Let's forget about that sordid happening. Let's pretend that it was only a bad dream."
"Come now, dear uncle," Julia said bitterly. "Incest can't be forgotten so easily."
"I'm not an ogre of some kind," the professor said. "Not a fiend who waits in the park for young innocent girls."
"I'm not a young, innocent girl any longer, Uncle," Julia said. "As for you-you've proven that girls who are not innocent are a prime target for your lust."
"Will you stop hammering at me?" he hissed. "You were so damned beautiful lying there, all naked...."
"If I had still been virgin, you'd have taken me anyway," she said.
"There are more important things to talk about," he said abruptly. "You know about the pictures, of course?"
"Yes."
"They're not very pretty, are they?" The professor frowned.
Julia was actually enjoying her uncle's discomfort. "I wouldn't call them flattering," she said.
"They'll ruin me!" he exclaimed. "And you have no reason to smile about it. Your name will be shit if those pornographic atrocities are made public. You should be willing to do anything to keep people from seeing you sucking my ... ah ... practicing fellatio."
"Oh, Uncle Henry, why don't you stop trying to place the blame on me?" she asked. "Why not be man enough to admit that you're trying to hide behind my skirts?"
"I'm simply asking you to help me," Professor Alton said. "We must do everything in our power to prevent those photographs from getting into the wrong hands."
"What can I do?"
"You know the demands the boys have made?" The professor pondered a moment. "I doubt that we can get Ike the editor's job back. Not for the time being, anyway. But we can perhaps get the students a louder voice in school policies."
"Ike really wants to be back on the paper in the worst way," Julia said.
"So he can print those filthy photographs?" the professor snapped. "I'm referring to the ones he always printed of any coed who could be talked into taking her clothes off. That one of Ada, for instance. You could even see her pubic hair. Scandalous. That little slut will do anything for publicity. When she was Homecoming Queen she came out in a gown that you could see through. I don't think she was wearing any underclothing at all. You could see the nipples on her breasts."
"Why, Uncle!" Julia exclaimed, her voice mocking him. "I'm surprised that you'd even look at such things. Then you probably know how Ada looks all over, don't you?"
"I've never touched her!" he protested.
"But you've probably tried," Julia said.
"I ... she ... oh, shut up!" Professor Alton blurted. "The point is that we're not running a school for sex. I refuse to give in to this demand. It's bad enough that the students are fucking on campus, off campus, and in the dorms. Sex first and education later, they're crying. Free love. Switching partners. It's ridiculous, They're even demanding that the dorms be sexually integrated. And they want liquor in the rooms. How loose can we allow our young people to become? Girls and boys together in the dorms, with liquor to heat their blood and dull their senses. They're asking a blanket license for sex."
"It's worked out quite well in the schools that have tried it," Julia argued. "The students are no more promiscuous than before. In fact, the mingling of the two sexes in the dorms seems to create a brother-sister relationship between the boys and girls."
"Bullshit!" said the professor. "Who knows what goes on behind closed doors? And as for the brother and sister relationship, well...." The professor colored deeply as Julia began to laugh.
"Something like uncle and niece, perhaps?" she asked. She couldn't resist sticking the barb in his intellectual hide again. She didn't intend to ever let him forget that he had been intimate with her.
"Must you keep punishing me, Julia?" he croaked. "Try to understand how I was affected. I walked into the cabin. You were lying nude on the bed...."
"You've said all that before," she told him.
"I know, I know," he said. "But you just refuse to see my side. Everything was showing. Your breasts, your buttocks, your lovely cunt. Almost anyone, even the most pious minister, would have had the same thoughts that I had." The professor's voice trembled. "You are very, very beautiful, Julia, even with all your clothes on. But nude-well, you're superb!" He reached out suddenly and took her hands. "Let me prove how sorry I am, Julia."
"By doing it again?" Julia tried to free herself, but his grip was too strong. "Oh, no, Uncle."
"Why not, Julia?" The professor's face was extremely pale. "So it was incest. A second time won't make any difference. And I know that you enjoyed it tremendously."
"I hated every minute of it!" she said.
"I wasn't just fucking you, Julia," he accused. "You were fucking me back. You tried hard for each and every orgasm. You were gasping and shuddering. Your cunt was drenched with cum.
You were...."
"Stop it!" Julia screamed. "I don't want to hear it." She struggled so viciously that the belt of the professor's robe came undone. The robe parted and Julia saw that he was naked beneath it. His cockshaft was slightly bloated and the huge glans dangled below the rough pink skin of his testicles. If she had any previous doubts, they were gone now. He had definitely had this moment in mind when he had called her.
He tried to feel of her genitals through her dress. "No, Uncle Henry. I'll scream if you don't stop."
"The walls are soundproof," he said, panting. "A scholar must have absolute quiet, you know."
He pulled her to him, crushing her breasts against his chest. His fingers clawed more strongly at her cuntmound. "If you don't let me make love to you, Julia, I'll see that the pictures are made public," he threatened.
"That ... won't work, Uncle," Julia gasped, trying to tear his hand away from her twat. She feared that he would rip the entire front of her dress away.
"I must fuck you again, Julia!" He kissed her, bruising her lips.
"Uncle!" She pushed him away, but he came back at her with the strength of two men.
Hampered by the robe, the professor tossed it to one side. This gave Julia the opportunity to escape.
But the professor caught her as she reached the door and whirled her around. Completely naked, he looked like a hairy ape. His prick was fully erect and the shiny red knob was aglow with hot desire. His testicles swung back and forth between his muscular thighs like a pendulum.
Julia's clothing was becoming badly rumpled, but this was of small concern to her at the moment. She made believe that she was still virginal and that she was fighting to save her virtue. It gave her some extra strength, but not enough. The professor hooked one hairy arm around her waist and shoved the other under her dress.
"No!" Julia gasped as his hand made contact with her cunt.
"There, there," the professor cooed, rubbing his hand between her legs until her pussylips became moist and warm. He could feel her fluids as they staurated the crotch of her panties. "Doesn't that feel good?" he asked.
"No, I...." she moaned. "Don't, Uncle Henry." He looped a finger around her panty leg, searching for her clitoris. She shuddered as he touched her swelling clit. "I ... oh, God. Don't make me, Uncle Henry!"
"Nobody is making you, Julia!" He half-dragged her toward the bedroom. "You want to, but you just won't let yourself go. You're emotionally upset over what has happened over the past few days. You've established a mental block against sex." He flung her across the bed.
She bounced and tried to get up. He pinned her hips with both hands. "It's incest," she moaned. "It's incest."
"What's wrong about an uncle making love to his niece?" the professor asked. "That is, as long as it's mutually enjoyable and satisfactory. You know, you climaxed rather strongly in the cabin. Your little pussy was clinging to my penis like a glove. It was the best of all feelings, wasn't it?"
"I'll tell my father!" Julia stared at his stiff, thick cock. The pale skin of his shaft was so stretched that it threatened to burst. "If you touch me with that awful thing, I'll tell him!"
"And break his heart?" The professor shook his head. "I don't think he wants to know that you willingly fucked with his own brother."
"I wasn't willing!"
"The photos will prove differently," the professor said. "There you were, sucking my prick, and I wasn't threatening you in any way."
"I hate you!" Julia screamed.
"Hate and love," the professor droned. "So far apart and yet so very near." He put his hand beneath Julia's panties and began to fingerfuck her while she squirmed on the bed.
"I ... I...." Julia couldn't think straight. The finger was having an overpowering effect. It moved in and out of her twat, brushing deliciously against her extremely aroused clitoris.
She could have enjoyed it, but deep in her mind the incest factor remained. It was a haunting memory that was about to become reality again. Her uncle was kneeling beside her, his stiff prick jerking as he frigged her parts more rapidly, trying to instill desire in place of reluctance in his beautiful niece. His probing finger was wet with her fluids.
Julia began to respond in spite of herself. "No, don't undress me," she said as the professor tried to undo the buttons that ran down the front of her dress. He started at the low neckline and had unfastened three buttons before Julia acted in desperation. She grasped his thick cockshaft and pumped it as rapidly as she could from her awkward position.
"Julia," he panted. "Oh, my Julia!"
The length of his organ was more than three widths of Julia's small hand. The large knob made a slick, popping sound as Julia pushed and pulled at the hot outer skin of his penis. She remembered how she had subdued Jerry by masturbating him and she hoped to do the same with her uncle. She watched the small mouth of his pulsating glans, expecting a volley of semen at any moment.
The professor stopped frigging her. His stomach muscles strained as he hunched at her palm. His hands gripped her breasts through both dress and bra, squeezing at the mounds until Julia almost screamed. She managed to maintain her grip on his cock, pumping it with a fury.
Refusing to be undone, the professor tore the fragile pink panties from her hips and pushed her dress high above her belly. Julia clung to his prickshaft, but he pried her fingers away.
"I ... I've got to fuck you," he groaned. "I've got to feel your tight little pussy around my cock."
He tried to ram his organ at her cunt without bothering to separate her thighs. Julia's legs stiffened and the professor threw his right leg across her body. He pushed himself above her. "Open your legs, Julia!"
Julia refused to comply. She could feel his big cockhead just at the bottom of the dark triangle of hair that coated her cuntmound. "Oh, ouch! Stop! You're hurting!" He was shoving firmly against both hair and flesh. "Oh, it pulls!" she whined.
The professor kept straining but was not achieving penetration. Julia looked along her own belly, watching the huge cockshaft being buried in her pubic hair. "Ohhhh!" she whimpered. The hair was being torn out by the roots, but she steadfastly refused to open her legs to him.
"Damn you," he groaned.
"I ... ohhhhh!" Julia's clitoris was jammed against his prick as her cuntlips were forced apart.
She felt a stab of pleasure, but she was still proud of her performance thus far. She had at least proved that she was not a slave to her own desires. If Uncle took her this time it would be rape all the way.
The pressure between her thighs was mounting as his thick cock made strong indentations in her supple flesh. She felt his knob against the mouth of her now drooling twat. She tensed as his knob caught on the edge of the moist canal, then relaxed as she felt it slip on by.
The throbbing cockhead rested against her tiny asshole. Julia wanted to break away, but she dared not try it. If she parted her thighs but slightly, her uncle would shift enough to begin a penetration. Once his penis gained the slightest entry to her vagina, there would be no stopping him. He'd thrust to the hilt and fuck her until he spilled his incestuous sperm deep inside her belly.
"Julia," the professor gritted. "Don't be such a little fool. This is practically obscene." He jerked his hips, frictioning his penis against her cuntlips and anus. Julia could do little to prevent the action and she derived what little pleasure she could from the unorthodox act. His cockhead was like a hot coal when it brushed against her asshole, and the surface of his penis continued to move along the seeping length of her spreading pussy.
"Julia ... ahhhhh!" The professor gripped her hips and shuddered.
Julia was embarrassed when she felt the hot, wet blast of his semen between her buttocks. He hunched madly at her and she felt a final jet against her twitching cuntlips.
The professor stood abruptly.
"I hope you're happy," she said. "You'll never get near me again."
"I was just thinking that," he said. His eyes fastened on the rivulets of semen that trickled down her thighs as she stood.
Suddenly, he shoved Julia without warning. She sprawled on her back, her legs flung wide apart. The professor threw himself between her outstretched thighs before she could draw them together. His still erect cock made contact with her cunt.
"Nooooo!" Julia cried out as she felt the penetration. His shaft quickly regained its former stiffness and was plowing deeper into her belly.
The lust-filled professor could not be stopped. He intended to have total penetration. Julia could not get any resistance out of her cuntal muscles. The wet slit spread loosely and easily. The professor thrust deeply and all of his shaft sank into the thin line of hair on her cuntlips.
"Gaaaaa!" Julia accepted her defeat. The pulsating prick buried deep inside her cunt could neither be discarded nor ignored. The sensations that radiated from it into her own nerve system were all too pleasing. She whimpered softly as the professor began to take short, stiff thrusts. Immediately, she forgot their kinship.
Her belly felt like one huge twat, and the professor's cock was amply filling every square inch of its interior. "Deeper," she gasped. "Fuck me deeper!"
She could not contain her delight as the professor fucked her with long, satisfying strokes. His eyes were unseeing as he stared down at her-perhaps, purposely so-and his mouth was twisted in a grimace of terrible passion. His mind could not accept the incestuous act his body was committing, but he continued to perform in admirable fashion.
A fresh surge of fluids sprang from deep within Julia's vagina. It bubbled hotly around the professor's imbedded prick, then flowed off to either side of his shaft. His large balls were dripping with the pearly spendings and Julia's straining asscheeks were also being rapidly covered.
"Ahhhhh. Ohhhhh. Ahhhhh." Julia's rapturous moans filled the room, drowning out the professor's spasmodic gasps for air.
She wanted to murmur small obscenities in an attempt to intensify the voluptuous sensations that filled her belly. Finally, she did, and they came out of her mouth as a senseless bunch of gibberish. She wished the professor had completely undressed her so that she could feel every inch of his flesh blend with hers. She even had the notion that she'd like a nude picture of herself published in the college paper. The latter was but one of a hundred fantasies that filled her mind as the professor banged her toward an orgasm.
"Come, oh, come!" she gasped.
Sensing the nearing climax, Julia hurried herself toward it. Her physical self wanted to enjoy the thrill of it, and her mental self wanted to get it over and done with. She pumped her ass rapidly toward the oncoming penis, getting a jolting thrill every time the huge glans struck her cervix. "I love it!" she cried, being quick to make a mental note that she was referring to the cock and not to the man behind it. Her buttocks jerked and rotated like a buzz saw. She wanted to feel the thick shaft against all sides of her powerfully contracting twat.
"Oh, God!" The moment of supreme ecstasy was nearing and she rushed toward it. It mattered little that the professor was still laboring, far from the point of ejaculation. She owed him nothing in return for the vile and wonderful abuse he was forcing on her for a second time. She could think only of her own needs and the deep cry for release that came from every sweat-saturated pore.
"I ... I'm com ... coming!" she cried.
Julia tried to make the orgasm last for an eternity. She gasped and shuddered against the man who fucked her. Her cuntlips twitched and her vagina caressed his prick in strong, muscular waves. The fire in her belly flamed to new heights, grew very bright, then slowly diminished to a tiny flicker. She gave a final shudder of ecstasy and the flame went out completely.
The professor pawed at her body in desperation. He was near exhaustion and was fucking erratically. "Help me, you hot little bitch," he groaned. "Help me."
Wanting to get it over with, wanting to push this second degrading act from her mind forever, Julia tried to assist him. She pushed her pussy mound at him in small, quick jerks. The professor strained to ejaculate, and his face was almost purple. She dug her nails into his hard buttocks, breaking the skin and bringing blood to the surface. The pain was the added stimulant the professor needed. He cursed loudly and rammed his cock in her to the balls.
Julia did not register any emotion as she felt his penis jerking inside her belly. She felt the sperm flowing freely inside her vagina, and she wondered how any man could create such a flood so quickly.
She sighed, but she didn't really know why.
The professor withdrew his prickshaft from her orifice and stood on shaky legs. He stumbled to a nearby chair and sat down. He glowered at Julia, his chest still heaving from exertion. He felt as if he had just suffered a crippling heart attack.
Julia picked up her handbag and went into the bathroom. She tried to hold her dress above her cum-soaked thighs and buttocks as she walked. She tried to clean herself with a damp rag, and it made her feel like a French whore, washing her cunt in a pan of water before taking on the next lover.
She smoothed her rumpled dress. A quick inspection told her that her panties were ruined. She'd be a little self-conscious, walking down the street without them, but she had no choice. She tucked them into her handbag, thinking that she'd drop them in a public trash receptacle on her way home. Her face burned when she thought about some garbage man finding them the next day.
The professor was still slumped in the chair when she came back through the bedroom. His penis appeared large, even in its soft state, but she felt no desire to have it in her belly for a third time. The professor remained silent, staring at her through drooped lids.
"Nothing to say?" Julia's voice dripped with sarcasm.
The professor shrugged and wiped at the sweat on his belly.
"You know that you're the reincarnation of every hypocrite who ever lived, don't you, Uncle?" she asked.
The professor's chest heaved and he stared down at his hairy genitals. His twice-fucked niece did not have to tell him something of which he was strongly aware. At the moment, he didn't care if he never again touched a woman, especially his niece. "There's a terrible beast inside of me, Julia," he said.
Julia wanted some incriminating evidence against the professor that did not involve her. "I have a strong suspicion that you were the beast who attacked the girls in the park," she said.
"No, but I wish it had been me." The professor grinned, showing new life.
Julia had seen the glint in his eyes before. She left quickly, before the lecherous old fool could start planning for a third seduction. Incest was like all the other perversions. It could grow on a man. Or on a woman.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ike stopped Julia in the hallway. It was the first time that she had seen him face to face since he had brought her back into town. She was almost glad to see him again. "Hi," she said, smiling.
He grinned. "I see you're not holding a grudge."
"A grudge won't help," she said. "I'm a freed woman. It's over and done with."
"Free of all your sexual inhibitions?"
"I didn't say that," she answered calmly.
"Don't take me wrong," Ike said quickly. "I'm not trying to get you into bed again."
"I've heard that one before," Julia said, thinking of the ruse her uncle had used two days before. She was still sore from the episode.
"I'm serious," Ike said. "I'd be a fool if I expected you to warm up to me after the way I treated you at the cabin." He touched her arm and she stepped back.
"Don't, Ike."
"I need to talk to you, Julia," he said. "Don't put me off with some excuse. It can't wait."
"I have another class," she told him.
"Cut it," Ike urged.
"All right," she said impulsively, "but you can forget anything else you have in mind except talk."
"On my honor," Ike said, smiling. He took her hand. "Let's go."
* * *
They ate a snack at a small drive-in restaurant. Ike quickly convinced Julia that he did not have a sexual motive. "This crazy movement I started is getting out of hand, Julia," he explained. "I'm sorry I ever got mixed up in it."
"Too many people like Jerry involved?" Julia asked.
Ike nodded. "People who want something for themselves rather than for the masses," Ike said. "Jerry and a few others are using the photographs to pressure Professor Alton. He's head of the scholarship committee, you know."
"Yes."
"These bastards are trying to convince the professor that he should do a few good deeds in their behalf. Things like faking their grades or giving them financial aid they don't deserve. That's not the kind of power I had in mind, Julia." Ike shook his head. "Granted, the Establishment is unfair, but I never meant to use the campaign for personal gain. A few damned leeches are making a good organization fall apart. I'm just sorry that I got "you involved in it, Julia."
"Don't feel guilty," she said. "I'm not involved."
"You're the apparent victim," Ike insisted. "You're the one who has suffered the most. The photographs are dynamite. They can hurt you much more than the physical abuse you suffered at our hands. The professor-what happens to him doesn't matter-he deserves whatever he gets for what he did to you."
"You're still blaming me for letting him fuck me," Julia said. "I can see it in your eyes."
"That's not true," Ike said. "You were subjected to a captive, sexual atmosphere. Anything can happen under those conditions. A girl goes completely mad, or she yields to keep her sanity. You did the latter."
"I know," Julia said, lowering her eyes. "But you must still think of me as being a whore."
Ike's eyes warmed as he looked at her. "I think you're a very nice girl who deserves a lot better than you got."
"What about the photos?" Julia asked. "Are you going to allow the splinter group to use them?"
"No," Ike said flatly. "That part of the scheme is over and done with. Come on. They're at my apartment. I'll give you the photos and let you put a match to them."
Julia followed Ike to his VW without hesitation. She did not think of her personal safety, only of getting her hands on the revealing photographs.
* * *
Ike had the photos hidden under a pan in an oven he never used. "Somebody broke in and tore the place apart while I was out for a beer last night," he said. "They never came close to finding the pictures." He handed the vile photos to Julia. "Tear them up, burn them, do whatever you please with them."
Julia looked at the pictures. They still sickened her, especially the one that showed her with the professor's spit-wet cock in her mouth. It was horrible. Anyone seeing it would naturally think that the act had run its full course and that she had swallowed the professor's jism when he ejaculated. She had the impulse to rip the pictures into a thousand tiny pieces. She put them into her handbag instead.
"Why?" Ike asked.
"We might still want to use them," she explained. "Against Uncle Henry."
Ike was remorseful. "I realize that this doesn't undo all the harm I've done you," he said. "If there's anything else...."
"Nothing," Julia said.
"I'll turn myself in and take my punishment, if it'll make you feel any better," Ike continued. "I deserve to be hanged."
Julia laughed softly. "Right now you deserve to be kissed."
She threw her arms about his neck and kissed him passionately. Ike showed his elation by fervently returning the kiss, and Julia accepted it gratefully. Their tongues curled in a tiny embrace that quickly assumed greater proportion. They laughed and kissed until their lips and tongues were numb. Their eyes were alive with passion when their lips parted.
Julia knew that Ike had achieved a partial erection. She had felt its presence against her thighs as they had kissed. She searched for the outline of his cockshaft against his pants. It wasn't visible. Perhaps it had fallen as quickly as it had formed. She was almost sorry that it had.
"Kiss me again, Ike," she murmured.
Their tight embrace lasted longer than before. Julia pressed her tits hard against Ike and allowed him to ease his groin against her cuntmound. They made small movements against one another, virtually fucking through their clothing. Julia told herself that she was thanking Ike for freeing her from the threat of the photos, but she knew that something more existed between them. She had known it at the cabin, but she had refused to admit it. She had desperately wanted Ike to fuck her. Again and again and again.
Ike pulled away from her, his eyes hot with a subdued passion. "I ... I promised, Julia," he said huskily. "I promised I wouldn't try anything with you."
Her laughter was sugar-coated. "And what if I let you free of your promise?" she asked. "Julia...."
"Do you want to make love to me, Ike?" she asked.
"You know damned well I do," he said. "Then do it, Ike."
Julia was wearing an outfit composed of a front-buttoning tunic and flared pants that zipped in back. She began to undo the tunic.
"No," Ike said. "Let me undress you." He grinned. "It'll be nice not to tear off your clothes. And I promise not to hide them this time."
"Silly," Julia said, giving him a playful slap.
Ike nibbled at her neck as he unfastened the buttons. Julia's breathing was heavy as he peeled the tunic away from her shoulders. Ike kissed the part of her breasts that showed above her bra, and Julia held his face close. She didn't realize until that moment exactly how badly she had wanted him.
"Oh, Ike!" she breathed.
He unsnapped her bra and her tits spilled out of the cups in a mass of milk-white flesh. He kissed each pink nipple, letting his tongue linger but for a moment as it licked around the areolas.
"Kiss them again, Ike," she whispered. "Suck them just a little."
Ike did as she asked, nursing the nipples into small hard erections without becoming voracious about it. The action was very pleasant to Julia. Small, pleasant tingles remained in the warm mounds after his mouth had left them.
"Oh, Ike!" Julia found it difficult to be patient. Ike was almost too slow as he savored the preliminaries. He undid the back zipper and jerked at her pants. After he peeled them over her hips, Julia lifted first one foot and then the other. The flared legs made the removal of the pants a simple procedure.
While Julia stood on the discarded pants, Ike knelt before her, kissing her quivering white belly and sticking his tongue into her navel. Very slowly he eased the panties across her hips and ran his tongue along the edges of her pubic hair. The smell of her was like a heady perfume. Ike buried his face against her cuntmound as he pushed her panties below her knees.
"Hurry, Ike," Julia murmured. "Oh, hurry and make love to me. I ... I can't wait."
Ike moved around her, still on his knees. He kissed the mounds of her ass so hard that the imprint of his lips was left on each cheek. Julia shuddered as she felt his tongue running through the separating crevice, almost touching her asshole before it stopped. She squirmed. The panties fell to her ankles and she stepped free of them.
Ike arose and started to take off his pants. "Let me do it," Julia said.
Ike kicked off his shoes.
Julia removed the boy's shirt quickly, anxious to get at his pants. His cock was bulging against one of the legs like a long club. She was all thumbs as she undid his belt. Next came one button and the zipper. She felt the hardness of his lean asscheeks as she reached around him to tug the pants down from behind. He was wearing jockey-type shorts and they looked as if they had a huge fist in their crotch.
She forgot about the pants, leaving them at Ike's ankles, and jerked the shorts below his groin. She gasped at the size of his organ. It appeared to be much longer and more firm than it had at the cabin, but she supposed that erections varied, even on the same man.
She grasped the thick shaft, pulling Ike down with her as she fell to the rug. They kicked and threw the scattered clothing out of range and embraced quickly. Their mouths met hungrily in a passionate mixture of tongues and saliva.
Just a touch of Ike's prickhead against her thigh caused Julia to spread her legs very wide. "Now, oh now," she whispered. "Fuck me, my love."
Ike kissed her cheek. "Not yet, my darling," he murmured.
Julia wanted him so badly that she was almost crying. It was difficult to postpone the ultimate ecstasy. But she was soon glad to wait. Ike kissed her breasts again, spending much more time with each mound than before. He was almost ravenous, sucking the nipples and a good portion of the globes into his mouth.
Julia's body became numb with expectation. His mouth traveled from her tits to the tips of her toes, tasting every square inch of her flesh, titillating her to new heights. He kissed her hips and inner thighs, and Julia spread her legs even wider to give him every freedom he desired.
Ike buried his face in her cuntmound, pushing the profuse curly hair flat against flesh and bone. "Kiss me," she whispered, then moaned deliriously as Ike implanted a full mouth on her twat. "Oh, Ike!" Her buttocks came together.
His tongue pushed into her, threading its way through the hot, moist folds of her cunt until it found her clitoris. He licked it, tenderly at first, then more forcefully. It became a hot, rubbery mass against his tongue. Julia whimpered as he sucked it into his mouth like a noodle. "Oh, I love it when you eat me," she gasped.
Inspired by her cries of pleasure, Ike stiffened his tongue and drove it into her moist snatch. Julia thought she would go crazy with it wiggling around inside her like that. Just like a cock, only more rapid, driving her into frenzied ecstasy. She moved her legs farther apart. Her cunt was open-mouthed and her swollen clitoris was flushed a ruby-red. Ike covered the wet, twitching orifice with his mouth, sucking hard. "Ike!" she cried, pressing her cunt to his mouth. "I'm coming!"
If her outcry was meant to be a warning, Ike did not accept it as such. His mouth became more voracious as her fluids spilled onto his tongue. He sucked at them until her loud sobs of pleasure died down to small, animal-like whimpers. Her thighs stiffened against the sides of his face, quivering in a final spasm of passion.
"That was good," she said.
Ike stood and grinned nervously at her. His cockstalk still protruded from his groin like a lance. "I'll wait a minute," he said, not wanting to impose on Julia while she enjoyed the aftermath of her orgasm.
"No," Julia whispered, rising to her knees. "You don't have to wait."
She felt warm and grateful and she wanted to show her love to Ike. Still on her knees, she edged toward him, her hands reaching out for his prick. She gripped it in a loving embrace, and surprised Ike by kissing his glans. She wanted to do more, but the experience with her uncle had left its scars behind. She cuddled Ike's balls in her hands and pressed them to one side of her face while she nibbled at his thick shaft with strong, white teeth.
"Careful," Ike said. "I'll shoot my load all over you."
Julia kneaded the tight skin of his cock. Her lips parted sensuously as she studied the huge knob that throbbed deliciously at the end of his organ. "Would you ... would you think it awful of me if I ... if I...."
"No," he croaked. "I'll love you all the more for it."
She puckered her lips and touched his knob faintly. Her lips made a smacking sound as she showered it with kisses. Then she opened her mouth and pushed her face forward until his glans went out of sight. "Ah ... glahhhhh!" she mumbled.
Ike thought he would die. Her curling wet tongue on the underside of his glans created an unbearable sensation in his genitals. Julia nibbled, then sucked, mixing the two caresses in a magnificent effort. Ike gritted his teeth, trying not to let all the pleasure through at once. Julia held his prickshaft with both hands while her mouth applied a more forceful suction. Ike groaned as she drew another inch into her mouth. Unable to control himself, Ike jammed still another down her throat. Julia accepted it without protest.
She found it difficult to breathe with his penis rammed so deeply, and she worked her way back to his glans. Her mouth worked furiously. She had meant simply to caress him, but she was suddenly gripped by the desire to make him come.
"My God," Ike breathed. "It's wonderful, Julia!"
He took a grip on the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth until Julia thought her jaws would burst. "Glahhh ... oh ... gluuug!" she exclaimed, but she did not try to push him away. She didn't care if he rammed it all the way down her throat. She loved it. Every inch of it. His cock trembled violently and jerked wildly against the roof of her mouth. She knew that he was going to ejaculate and she awaited the taste of his semen with impatience. It came in a thick jet that struck the back of her throat. She thought that he would never stop coming, and she swallowed rapidly to keep from strangling.
Ike was ashamed that he had lost control, and he tried to remove his wet cockshaft. "No," Julia said. "Let me love it." She grasped it again, put it back between her lips and sucked until his passageway was void of semen.
Afterward, they lay beside one another on the rug. "We were meant for each other," Ike said.
"I know," Julia agreed. "Nothing seems wrong when we do it together."
Ike caressed one of Julia's tits and she reached down to touch his penis. She smiled faintly. His organ was very small in its soft state. It was impossible to believe that it could more than triple in size when he had a hard-on. The male organ was very unpredictable. It wasn't so with a woman, but she sometimes wondered why her parts were so tight at the beginning of intercourse, only to become so loose as the act proceeded. She tried to keep them tight and strong, but was never able to do so. She supposed that it was caused by all those warm juices that flowed down her canal when she became excited.
She sat up suddenly, kissing Ike's belly and prick.
"You do like it, don't you?" Ike laughed. "With you, I do," Julia admitted. "Better than with Jerry and the professor?" he asked.
"They don't compare with you." She continued to caress his penis until she felt a new stiffness building in the soft tissue.
"You want to try the bed?" Ike asked, getting to his feet.
Julia nodded and they moved toward it. They lay down on the spread, not bothering to pull the covers back. Julia massaged Ike's cockstalk until it was fully erect, and he brought new desire to her by rubbing her moist crotch. He pressed a thumb against her clitoris and touched her asshole with his forefinger. The fluids she had expended made the tight little ring more pliable. Ike pushed the finger easily up to the first joint.
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
She winced slightly. "Yes."
"Too much?"
"No," she said, wincing again. "Not as much as Jerry's prick, I don't guess," Ike said.
"I wish you hadn't said that," Julia told him.
"Well, he did have it in your ass," Ike said. He didn't like to recall the incident any more than Julia did, but he couldn't get it out of his mind.
"Only a little bit of it," Julia said.
"Did you like it?"
"No, not really," she said.
"I'd like to try it with you sometime," Ike said. "I'd like to try everything with you."
Julia laughed. "I think we've already done everything we can do together."
"Except that," Ike said.
"Maybe I'll let you sometime," Julia said. "But not now. That's one thing I'm not ready to try again. Not willingly, anyway."
"Okay," Ike said. He eased his finger into her rectum to the second joint. Julia squirmed a bit then lay very still. Ike withdrew the finger. She gasped and he laughed. "Okay," he said. "We'll do something more proper."
The conversation and the bit of perversity had served to take the edge off Julia's passion, but it returned the moment she felt Ike's big cock beginning to penetrate her parts. "Ah," she said. She had more than one-third of his organ in her. "Oh." More than half. "Ahhhhh!" All of it to the very hilt. His balls shoved against her buttocks. "Oh, fuck me, Ike!" she cried.
She savored the hot length of his hard, veined cock against the equally hot interior of her moist cunt. Her genitals seemed to be fused with Ike's. She drew her legs up around his ribcage, hooking her heels in the small of his back. "Ummmmm!" she exclaimed. It felt as if he had slipped another inch into her cunt from this position. He fucked strongly, striking her cervix with each and every thrust. Her pussylips clung hungrily to his stalk, forming a tight oval of wet, red-lipped flesh.
Julia met his every stroke in mid-air, her asscheeks churning as they lifted in a motion that forced her surging cunt further onto his stiff penis. Ike groaned as she used his body for leverage. She whipped her ass at him until he was tired, and he rolled over on his back, seeking relief.
Julia cried out as she felt his penis slip out of her orifice. She took the initiative, throwing her legs across Ike and straddling his hips. She raised her buttocks and searched for his prick. His glans brushed against her labia and she paused. Carefully, she eased her cunt against his cock. The cuntlips parted very slowly at first, then opened suddenly to the pressure and took his penis about halfway into her snatch.
Ike groaned with pleasure.
The new position gave their fucking an added thrill for Julia. She liked the way his penis frictioned against her clitoris, and she used the new freedom to her advantage. She could move up and down, to and fro, to one side or the other. She could place his prick anywhere she wanted it. She could even squeeze it against her clitoris.
Julia sat between Ike's thighs, using his knees for support. Slowly, she lifted her buttocks into the air. she watched his cock slip from her orifice. The slippery fluids that ran the length of his shaft puddled around the base of his organ and saturated his bushy pubic hair. She fucked her clitoris against his glans, ohing and ahing as the sensitive love flesh grew in size. It tingled so wonderfully that she couldn't bear the feeling any longer. She dropped her cunt downward and watched Ike's big penis disappear into her belly.
Ike grunted as her ass pressed against his balls. Julia had turned into a dynamo of hot sex. Her cunt was gobbling him alive, and her hunching, rotating buttocks were threatening to pulverize his genitals. It was a great mystery to him. Julia had really filled in on her sex education within the past few days-or else girls just had a knack for knowing what to do after they got their first taste of a stiff prick.
Ike reached for one of her dangling tits and pulled it toward his mouth. Julia tried to help him accomplish his mission, and it caused a lot of straining and grunting between them. Julia leaned forward, still pumping at the imbedded cock, and Ike held his head up from the bed, craning his neck toward the offered tit. Julia paused long enough to guide the perspiring globe into his mouth. "That's it, she gasped. "Get a better grip. Now. Oh, suck it, Ike. Take all of it in your mouth and suck it!"
Ike did his best to devour the mound. Julia sobbed and whimpered and told him that she did indeed enjoy being fucked and sucked at the same time. Ike clung to her breast with both hands, trying to hold the jerking nipple against his tongue. Julia's movements became more frenzied and the tit popped free.
"Take it back!" Julia cried. She tried to work the tit back into his mouth. Ike's neck craned toward it and Julia tugged at the breast until it became oblong. Just as they were about to succeed, both were caught up by the voluptuous sensations in their genitals. They ground, hunched, and stabbed at one another in a seemingly never-ending battle of erogenous flesh.
"I ... can't hold it back any longer," Ike gasped. "Julia ... I'm coming!"
Julia rotated her ass more vigorously, trying to add to her lover's pleasure. She could feel the surging semen as it sprang from his balls through the length of his penis. "Ahhhhh!" she said, shuddering with pleasure as the hot sperm splashed against the sucking mouth of her womb. Her cunthole went into a muscular spasm, milking at the palpitating cockhead. "I ... I'm coming, too," she whimpered. "Oh, Ike, fuck me!"
Ike made several desperate thrusts to oblige her, then was unable to cooperate further. His balls were so spent they hurt. Julia's tits were flopping to and fro, and her ass jerked violently as she banged herself toward a satisfying climax. The sweat dripped from her breasts and fell onto Ike's heaving chest. "Oh, God. I love it!" she cried, hammering her buttocks against his testicles as she came in short, hot gushes.
As her warm cum spilled across his balls, and trickled through his crotch, Ike guessed that he knew exactly how a girl felt when a stream of semen sprang from her overflowing cunt and dripped across her asshole.
Julia reluctantly released Ike's softening penis and sprawled beside him on her belly. She was breathing hard, but she was smiling. She didn't feel whorish any longer. Instead, she was a very sensual animal who could enjoy sex when the urge hit her. And she had a feeling that the urge was going to come a lot when she was with Ike.
"You can do the other thing to me now," she said impulsively.
"You mean ... behind?" Ike asked.
"I'll keep wondering what it's like until it does happen," she said. "With you, I mean."
Ike didn't have his heart in it, but he managed to get into position behind her. He pried her asscheeks apart and stared at her cute pink anus. He put his weakening cock into the aperture and his glans pushed against the tight little ring of flesh. Julia's buttocks clenched against his shaft at first contact, then relaxed.
"Go ahead," she urged. "I won't cry if it hurts."
Ike pushed and Julia let out a sharp cry. He pushed again and his falling organ doubled up and came back at him. Julia squirmed her ass against his testicles. Ike eyed his sinking cock with an expression of regret and sympathy. "Die, damn you," he said.
Julia looked disappointed as she turned over and sat up. "You can't?"
Ike grinned out his embarrassment. "Would you give a guy a rain check?"
Julia looked at the flabby object he held in his hand. She threw herself into his arms and hugged him. "I love you," she whispered. "Every inch of you."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Julia intended to move in with Ike when arrangements were made, but she took the damaging photographs home for safekeeping. Jerry and his companions would continue to search for them, and the last place they would think to look would be in the home of the victim.
When Julia announced her intention to leave the Alton household, her father became indignant. "Haven't you humiliated this family enough?" he bellowed. "You've already endangered my position at the college. There's some talk that the trustees already have my head on the chopping block. All they have to do is let the axe fall."
"I don't think they'll hold you responsible for what I do," Julia said. "You've been an excellent administrator."
"This ... this Ike," Mr. Alton sputtered. "Isn't he one of the young hoodlums who kidnapped you?"
"Yes," Julia answered calmly. "And you actually want to live with a boy who raped you?" he asked.
"I love him," Julia said.
"Because he fucked you?" Mr. Alton almost choked when he realized what he had said. "I mean ... ah...."
"None of it would ever have happened if you hadn't kicked Ike off the paper and started your censorship campaign," Julia said.
"He was turning the paper into a pornographic rag," Mr. Alton rasped. "And now he's turned my daughter into a whore!"
Julia blushed and remained silent. She could not outdo her father in an exchange of repartee. He was a strong-willed man who refused to be swayed by argument or sentiment. She had always admired the firm hand with which he had ruled the college. But, as with her uncle, she was afraid that her admiration had been misplaced.
Julia's mother came to the rescue. She was a small, frail woman who always stayed in the background. "Kenneth," she said, in a sudden display of temper, "Julia is old enough to know her own mind."
"Do you approve of her moving in with a half-witted sex fiend?" Mr. Alton snapped.
"We don't really know anything about the boy, Kenneth," Mrs. Alton said.
"We know that he raped Julia!" Mr. Alton screamed.
Mrs. Alton stood her ground and a tight, knowing smile crossed her face. "I suspect that all women are raped at one time or another during their lives," she said. "If not by someone else, then by their husbands."
Mr. Alton retreated for some reason unknown to Julia. "All right," he said with an angry wave of his hands. "Let her go. Let her play the slut." He started to leave the room, then turned abruptly. "This is not over with, Julia. I'll put so much pressure on the boy that he'll kick you out of his filthy pad. And you know what this will do to your Uncle Henry. You know how strongly he feels about you."
"Yes," Julia said simply. "I know exactly how dear Uncle Henry feels about me."
* * *
On the same day that Julia moved her personal belongings to Ike's apartment, Professor Alton made a call. Julia was alone. The professor walked around the apartment with a wry smile on his face. "Well," he said finally. "I see you're getting set up to do a thriving business."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Julia asked.
"I know the type," the professor said, referring to Ike. "The boy sucks the girl in with a good hot bang and makes her crazy over him. Then he moves her into his apartment and turns her over to his friends for twenty bucks a night. The girl is so infatuated that she's willing to do anything to keep the boy in love with her. That includes prostituting herself. When the boy has used her for all she's worth, he kicks her out into the street. She usually ends up peddling pussy for five bucks a throw."
"Do you have to talk out of the gutter?" Julia asked. "It doesn't even sound like you."
The professor stared at her. "That's your level now, isn't it, Julia?"
"You're still the hypocrite, aren't you, Uncle?" Julia asked, smirking.
His eyes were like hot glass. "If you wanted something like this, Julia, I could have helped you. A little apartment near mine, with visiting privileges for me several times a week." He smiled. "It's not too late."
"No, thank you," Julia said coldly.
"Think of the advantages over what you now have," he insisted. "There'd be no talk of an illicit relationship. No living in sin with some cad you picked up on the campus. I'd simply be a loving uncle visiting his niece. Even your parents would never suspect...."
"Get out of here!" Julia screamed.
"You don't push me away so easily, Julia!" The professor came at her, his hands tearing at her clothing. He ripped her blouse away and tore one cup of her bra. Moaning with passion, he clutched at the exposed tit, smothering it with kisses until Julia forced his mouth away.
The professor bounced back with renewed fury. He clutched at her cuntmound and tried to undo the zipper on the hot pants she was wearing. The pants were very tight, showing the faint imprint of her fat cuntlips. He buried his face between her thighs, his teeth biting at her genitals. "Please, Julia. Please!" His fingers dug into her buttocks and the nails were like talons.
Julia winced and drove a knee into his face. The professor sprawled on the floor. When the pain subsided, he stood and unzipped his pants, deliberately exposing his penis. The organ was fully erect, and the light glistened brightly on the throbbing vermilion knob.
"Look at it, Julia," he hissed. "See how large it is. Think of the pleasure it's given you. Don't you want it again, Julia?"
Julia backed away. "I'm begging you, Uncle Henry," she pleaded. "Don't make me fight you again."
"Fight me?" His laughter ridiculed her. "You won't fight me, Julia. A little, perhaps, but you'll give in, just like you did before."
"No, Uncle," she said. "Not this time." Julia was determined, but she had butterflies in her belly. The man was so driven by lust that he would use any means to possess her, and Ike would never forgive her if she succumbed to her uncle to prevent injury to herself.
"I'll fuck you before I leave here, Julia," the professor promised. One hand gripped his awesome cockshaft and the other reached for Julia.
"Professor!" Ike yelled as he came bursting through the doorway.
Professor Alton whirled about and Ike sent a jarring right hand to his jaw. The professor buckled at the knees but managed to remain on his feet. Ike grabbed the seat of his pants and shoved him into the hallway.
"You've got this all wrong," the professor said.
"I think it's obvious," Ike said, pointing to the professor's rapidly failing penis. "You're after Julia again."
"And I'll have her, too!" the professor shouted.
Ike hit him again and this time the professor had to pick himself up off the floor. The professor looked past Ike to Julia, his eyes brimming with thwarted passion and dark hate. "You'll be sorry for this, Julia," he hissed. "I'll expose you to the world for the slut that you are!"
"If I catch you molesting her again, I'll kill you," Ike promised. The professor brushed feebly at his clothing, then turned on his heels and left.
"I'd like to end his charade once and for all," Ike told Julia.
"Use the photos," Julia said.
"I'd never do that," Ike said. "I'd never hurt you to hurt him. But I feel so damned helpless, knowing that vulture is pestering you and not being able to do anything about it."
"You hit him," Julia said.
"That's not enough," Ike said. "Mere threats won't keep him away from you."
"I'm not afraid of him." Julia removed her torn blouse and the remaining half of her bra. One tit was slightly bruised from her uncle's vicious grip, but her body was otherwise unscathed. She saw the doubtful expression in Ike's eyes. "I'd have fought him this time," she said.
"I'm jealous, I guess," Ike said. "I'm afraid you'll never be able to forget what the bastard did to you."
Julia pushed her shorts over her hips. She smiled. "Come to bed with me, Ike," she whispered. "Make me forget him."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A telephone call had taken Ike to the next town and Julia was alone at the apartment again. It was late at night, and Ike had been gone less than ten minutes when Julia heard the knock at the door. She stood, hesitating for a moment, thinking that her uncle had returned to try his luck again. Well, she told herself, she couldn't be afraid of him forever. She opened the door, and an exclamation of surprise escaped her lips as four college boys brushed past her.
"Who are you?" she asked. "Friends of Ike's?"
One boy shoved her away from the door and flipped the night latch. "Some ex-friends of Ike's," he said. "We've come to get the photos, even if we have to take the apartment apart."
"They aren't here," Julia said.
"We'll have to see for ourselves." He turned at the sound of another knock on the door and opened it to admit Jerry.
"I see the call got Ike out of town," Jerry said, grinning.
"Yeah," the boy said, "but the girl says the photos aren't here."
"Julia, baby," Jerry said. "Don't lie to us."
"They're not here, Jerry," she said.
"C'mon, Julia," he urged. "Get them. Aw, you don't have to worry about the publicity. They're not going to be published."
"Ike says they're of no use to anyone now," Julia said.
"Maybe not to Ike, but to us they are," Jerry told her. "The professor was fighting our proposition, but suddenly he's come around. Seems that he's not sweet on you any more."
Julia was thinking that her uncle would not destroy the pictures when he had them in his hands. Instead, he'd probably use them to blackmail her back into his bed. "Even if I had the pictures, you wouldn't get them," she told Jerry.
"Have it your own way, Julia. We can be tough if we have to be." Jerry barked out orders to his companions. "All right, boys. Take the place apart while I occupy myself with Ike's chick."
"Wait a minute," one of them protested. "If there's going to be any fun, we want in on it."
"Later," Jerry said. "You see, Julia and I aren't exactly strangers. She'll warm up to me real fast. When I've got her good and hot, well, she'll probably take all of us on without blinking an eyelid. She's quite a gal. Once she starts to fuck, she's hard to stop."
Julia slapped him.
"Hit me again," Jerry said. "Get all the anger out of your system. When we get through with you, you'll be too worn out to hit anybody for awhile."
"What have you got against me?" Julia put her hands to her breasts. She was wishing that she was wearing something less revealing. She had just finished taking her bath before Ike had received the call. The light-blue negligee was very revealing, concealing very little of her breasts. The skimpy panties were no better. The dark shadow of her cunthair made a stark triangle that was more than noticeable, and the crevice between her asscheeks showed through the thin material.
"Nothing against you, Julia," Jerry said. "But we figure that Ike owes us something for leaving the ship while it was sinking."
"He had no choice," Julia argued.
"He could have followed through with our alternate plan," Jerry snarled.
"You mean the fixed grades and the false scholarships?" Julia asked. "Ike's not the type to go for something like that."
"You changed him," Jerry accused. "Two pieces of your sweet ass and he was hooked. Personally, I didn't think it was that good. But maybe it's improved with practice."
He grabbed Julia and kissed her. She bit his lower lip and he flung her away from him. As she fell, he caught the blue negligee and tore it away from her body. She sat on the floor, covering her naked breasts with her hands. The hair on her pussymound was glaringly visible through the skimpy panties. Small bits of it showed at the crotch, pushing out from the elastic in tiny ringlets.
"Ike will kill you for this," Julia said.
"Ike won't do anything but cry over the awful fucking his woman's taken while he was away," Jerry said. He jerked Julia to her feet. "You be nice to me, Julia, and I'll try to control my friends. They can be pretty hard on you if I let them. You've never been through a real gang-fuck, Julia. That little thing with me and Ike in the shower wasn't anything. Five guys can leave a girl in a terrible shape. They can make her wish she was dead."
Julia could only think of survival. "I ... I'll be nice," she said.
"Now, follow my instructions carefully," Jerry ordered. "First, unzip my pants and take out my prick." Julia gingerly reached inside his pants to pull out his pulpy cock. It began to enlarge almost instantly.
"Fine, Julia," he said, grinning. "You remember how you masturbated me at the cabin-how smart you thought you were by killing my desire by that method? Well, I want you to do it again, Julia. Only this time do it real slow. Give me time to enjoy it."
"Jerry...." Julia closed her eyes.
"Jack me off," Jerry snapped. "And look at me while you're doing it!"
She took his prickshaft in her hand, her fingers moving weakly along the tight, hot skin. They curled around the stiff shaft and made a few short pumping motions. "You'll have to do better than that," Jerry said. "Jack it, baby. Jack it!"
"I can't!" she whimpered.
"You'd better!"
Julia gripped his thick rod more tightly. His swollen glans made a popping sound as the skin moved partially over it, then snapped back into place. "How can you make me do this?" she asked almost crying. "It's awful!"
"Just keep masturbating me," Jerry ordered. "A lot worse things can happen to you if you don't please me. All this takes is a little energy and concentration. Just a flip of the wrist. Ahhhhh. Oh, damn! Squeeze it more tightly. That's it. God. Your hand feels as good on my cock as your cunt did. Faster, Julia! Whip hell out of it!"
Jerry's big organ jerked in her small fist. Julia almost lost her grip. Jerry cursed her, and she grabbed his cockstalk again, pounding the hard flesh until he groaned with delight. "Watch it, Julia," he gasped. "Keep your eyes on my cockhead. I want you to see me come."
Julia was horrified as she stared at the inflamed, palpitating knob. She tried to back away, to get out of range of the threatening ejaculation. "Don't ... you ... dare," Jerry whined. He grabbed her shoulders and held her. "Keep ... pumping. I'm about to ... come!"
She saw the small mouth of his glans twitch, and she leaned back as the pearly semen spurted at her in a thin, hot line. It splattered on her breasts and trickled between them. A second much smaller jet struck her between the tits and navel. A final drop bubbled on his glans and refused to drop.
"Lick it off," Jerry ordered.
"No."
"Do it or I'll let every one of them fuck you," Jerry threatened.
The tip of Julia's pink tongue flicked out and captured the bubble. She buried her face in her hands. She was trembling, more from anger than from fear. "You've humiliated me," she said, lifting her face toward him. "But it won't do you any good."
"When the others get through with you, you'll think I was kind," Jerry laughed.
"You promised you wouldn't let them!" she cried.
Jerry was still laughing. "My promises aren't worth two cents. Ask anybody on campus."
Julia jumped to her feet and ran toward the door. She didn't care if she was naked except for the scanty panties. She'd rather face the world in the flesh than submit to five boys in succession.
Jerry grabbed the waistband of her panties and they came away in shreds. He wrapped his hands around her and pressed his soft prick into the crevice of her buttocks. She was still struggling with him when the other boys returned to the room.
They eyed her with silent grins and smirks, then began to take off their clothing as a group. "Oh, God. No!" Julia exclaimed. She closed her eyes as more and more hairy masculine flesh was exposed. Quietly, she tried to find the strength to face the ordeal. There was no escape. She would be forced to submit to each and every one of them before they left the apartment. She had one faint hope. Ike could return in time to save her from having to face all of them. At best, though, she would be forced to perform for several of them.
She opened her eyes. All of the boys were naked, including Jerry. She made a mental count. One, two, three, four, five. She didn't think she could take that much sexual punishment and live. Even if she did, the experience would probably blow her mind.
Jerry held up his hands. "Before you have your fun, boys, think it over," he said. "It doesn't look like we're going to get the pictures, but we can get our kicks out of Ike's woman."
The boys guffawed. "I'll take the girl over the photos any time," one of them yelled, and they moved in on the cringing Julia.
"Wait," Jerry said. "I'm not finished. Before, you get too hot and bothered, keep in mind that each of you will have to face Ike when he returns. I'm not going to be around myself. As soon as this little party is over, I'm leaving the college and the state."
"For a piece of that, I'd go to Canada," one of the boys said. "I'm going to flunk out of school without the professor's help anyway."
"One other thing," Jerry said. "No violence. Ike may be broadminded enough to accept the sex-if we make ourselves scarce afterward. But if the girl is bruised and battered, we can't go far enough to keep him away from us. As good as her sweet ass is, she's not worth dying for."
Jerry's lecture did not allay Julia's fears. The boys were already beginning to pinch and pat the various parts of her anatomy. A number of stiff erections showed themselves. The boy nearest her had the largest cock she had ever seen-even larger than the professor's-and Julia fervently hoped he would be the last to attack her.
Jerry patted her buttocks. "Stop trembling," he said. "It's not like you never had one before. And let me give you one final bit of advice. You can fight like hell, but the end result will be the same. Make it easy on yourself. Don't struggle. Don't make it difficult for us. Just give all of us a real good fucking and nobody will be hurt."
Julia had to admit that Jerry's suggestions made sense. She was going to have to submit to the indignities they forced upon her. It galled her to play the whore, but that was better than being beaten, perhaps even killed. Either way, she'd still get ravished. She was very resigned as they urged her into the bedroom.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Julia did not try to match faces with bodies. Nor did she intend to try to remember who did what to her. This was a mass production line. Her task was to get fucked by five stiff cocks in succession. She'd already accepted the fact that Ike could never get back in time, but she still hoped that the boy with the very large cock would be the last to mount her.
She tried not to show reluctance when the first boy crawled onto the bed with her. This evident distaste disappeared when he began to gently massage her clitoris rather than forcing his prickhead into her abruptly. A pleasant sensation threaded its way through the sick sensation in the pit of her stomach. The boy caressed her love flesh until it was a firm moist lump, and then he forced his finger into her cunt. Julia gasped and hugged his hand with her thighs. The boy pushed her legs apart and climbed between them. Impatience caught up with him and he slammed his stiff organ against Julia's asshole.
"No!" Julia said quickly. The boy grinned and moved his penis toward her twat. She grunted as he pushed through the soft outer folds and was stopped by the tight, constricted cuntmouth. Recalling Jerry's warning, she lifted her ass slightly from the bed and tried to help.
"Ahhhhhgggg." A resounding shock ran through Julia's buttocks as the boy thrust his cock into her canal. She tried to adjust when she realized that she was still tense. Her mind told her that she was submitting of her own free will, but her body knew that it was being raped.
She was helping the boy and unconsciously resisting at the same time. A thrust and a parry. A thrust and a parry. "Damn it, lay still," he hissed. "I can't fuck with you wiggling around like that."
"I'm trying," she whimpered. "Don't ... don't be angry with me."
"Then spread your legs and relax," he said. Suddenly, he grabbed her hips and hammered his stiff prick into her belly, bruising each precious inch of flesh along the way.
"Uggghhhh." Julia grunted but she had no time to respond sexually. The boy was shooting his sperm into her, even before he reached the depths of her vagina. His come spurted hotly into her orifice. He shuddered and pulled away while the semen still dripped from his twitching glans. He turned and grinned sheepishly at his companions. "I didn't think I was that ready," he said.
Julia didn't have time to feel sick. The boy with the very large cock was approaching the bed. Her heart leaped into her throat. "Wait," she said. "Please, wait."
"It's my turn," he said, leaping onto the bed. He pried her resisting thighs apart and tried to titillate her clitoris in the manner of the boy before him, but he proved clumsy and inept.
Julia eyed the gut-bursting cock as the boy climbed into position between her legs. "It's too big," she said.
"I've fucked other girls," he said. "It don't seem to hurt them."
Julia knew that the deep-rooted fear of the gigantic organ was beginning to gain control of her. She had to make herself submit. He'd batter her senseless with that thick cudgel if she didn't. She forced her legs apart. "Get it over with," she said weakly. But she still thought that the feat was physically impossible.
"Uhhhh."
Julia groaned in misery as the boy attempted penetration. His glans was partially into her and her cuntlips were so taut that they threatened to continue the separation into her cuntmound. They were almost tissue thin where they surrounded his rod and her clitoris was being pulverized against its bony base.
"Aghhhhh!"
Julia cried out, thinking that the boy had thrust to the hilt. She wiggled about and was shocked to discover that he had forced several more inches of his enormously thick organ into her tight snatch. The pain was blinding. She struggled to adjust to the bursting pressure but found herself incapable. Her buttocks jerked away from him with each new thrust, preventing a deeper penetration. In a sudden violent reaction, she shook her attacker loose altogether.
Refusing to be outdone, the boy climbed higher on her torso, placing his large, throbbing penis between the deep valley of her tits. He cupped the globes against his cockshaft and smothered his glans with the soft, yielding flesh of her breasts. He groaned and made fucking motions into the sweaty valley. Hunching madly, he pumped his hot sperm into the crevice. He released her tits and his spendings poured down to either side of them, settling where the quivering globes rested against her chest.
Julia grimaced and wiped at the sticky fluids with her hands. While she was so occupied, the boy took the opportunity to attack her in the proper spot. His huge erection rammed against her exposed pussylips, pushing through with a single effort. Julia was so shocked by the abrupt and unexpected attack that she did not even cry out. She merely opened her mouth in a silent and stunned protest. Fully half of his gigantic cock had been driven into her belly!
"I ... please ... I...." Julia was unsure of what she was trying to say. The words died away in a long groan as she found herself further impaled on his organ. Another powerful thrust lifted her buttocks from the bed, and Julia feared that he had torn her horribly. Her asshole felt as if it had joined her twat to create one huge canal. This was pure illusion, she knew, but his thick penis dominated her genitals, dwarfing her labia and the thin line of dark pubic hair which ran to either side of the taut lips.
"I'm dying!" she sobbed as the boy fed the remainder of his ravaging rod into her belly. He refused to stop until only his balls remained outside her tortured orifice. Julia regretted the day of her birth and wondered what terrible sin she had committed to bring such an awful burden to her.
The boy continued to fuck her, taking long punishing strokes and never completely withdrawing. Julia's mouth opened widely with each deep thrust of his prick. For all her apparent discomfort, her fluids continued to build and foam around his churning stalk.
She thought that it would never be over. And then, suddenly, she didn't want it to be. The huge penis filled her loins with never-before-felt sensations. She was bordering on the supreme ecstasy. Her eyes were glassy and her mouth twitched. She wished that her cunt was an endless passageway into which the boy could thread his long cock forever. She pushed her mound sharply against his groin. "Fuck, oh, fuck!" she cried.
"Damn it," one of the other boys exclaimed. "You're killing her, Samson."
"No," Samson groaned. "She ... just likes it so much she can't stand it."
"Well, she looks like she's dying," the boy said. "I don't want to fuck a dead pussy."
Julia heard the conversation, but it failed to make sense. Passion had dimmed both her sight and her hearing. She was about to come. "Oh, I ... ohhhh!" Her fluids gushed hotly from around his imbedded organ and Samson ejaculated into Julia with such force that it jarred her womb. She hated to have him leave her, and her labia clung lovingly to his huge prick as it was removed. Her cuntlips twitched and her vagina expelled large quantities of both her own and Samson's come. Her thighs and buttocks were bathed with the prolific fluid.
Julia's face had a washed-out expression, and she gazed at her lover through misty eyes. "Wonderful," she whispered.
The three boys who had yet to participate scrutinized the girl who lay sprawled and helpless on the bed. Reluctance showed in their faces. She was still beautiful and desirable, and it mattered little that they were getting seconds in a gang-fuck, but following in Samson's footsteps was a big order. The girl would compare their performance with his and they would be far less than adequate.
"I don't think she wants any more," one of them said.
"Don't crap out," came the retort. "She looks pretty good to me."
"Then go ahead," the other boy said, shoving his companion toward the bed. "You're next."
"Maybe tie's afraid of Ike," Jerry laughed.
"Hell, no, I'm not!" The boy leaped onto the bed with Julia.
Julia turned her pale face to one side. She sighed. Her body was sapped of all desire and she doubted that she'd ever care for sex again. She had three boys to go, and she could only lie there like a slab of meat until they finished with her. "Hurry," she said.
The boy kneaded her tits like dough, trying to strengthen his erection by caressing her. The taut, pink nipples pushed through his fingers. Removing his hands, the boy kissed the globes, feeding on the firm white flesh until his tongue was numbed by exertion.
Julia felt her desire returning. She stared at the titillated mounds with tears of pleasure in her eyes. Her stomach undulated and the lush growth on her cunt trembled at its very roots. A mild twitching of her labia was felt and her clitoris slowly forced its congested head into view.
"Ohhhhh," she whispered as the boy's cockshaft entered easily. His organ was not near so big as Samson's, but she could feel its every movement.
The others watched, getting a close view of the action. Julia's cunt was exciting with a stiff prick buried in its crimson center. The pussylips were puffy and flushed, almost graceful as they elapsed the thick rod in a loving embrace. Even each tiny curl of pubic hair added to the enchantment.
Julia's thighs were strong and white, and the silent strength of her buttocks helped grip the boy's penis more firmly as she tried to draw it deeper into her cunt. A slow, fresh trickle of fluids showed. The boy pumped more rapidly and the flow became more profuse as her genitals flowered into full life again. Her come was like molten pearls, the flow pausing on each inward thrust, then gushing anew as his organ was partially withdrawn.
"I'm coming again!" she cried, and she found that it was over much too quickly.
Julia accepted the fourth boy almost casually. She enjoyed the act-he stayed with her longer than either of her previous lovers-but she never really became wrapped up in the action, never really enjoyed another satisfying orgasm. She simply sighed as he ejaculated and gave very little in return.
She was actually pleased that she had showed such a weak response to the last boy. It proved that even an orgy could not turn her into a thoroughly sexual object. She was still human, and not some sort of pervert.
Jerry moved to the bed and placed a hand on her hip, arousing her as she feigned sleep. "Go away," she said. "I'm too tired."
"As long as Ike's going to be on my ass, I might as well take my share," Jerry said. He placed his hand on her pussymound and eased a finger into her cunt. Her clitoris was slick and hot against his finger.
"I don't want you, Jerry," she said.
"It's easy enough to make you want me," Jerry told her. He kissed her belly several times, then abruptly engulfed her cunt with his mouth.
"Oh ... don't." Julia gasped in a protest that was drowned out by a sudden surge of emotions. His tongue stiffened and pushed deeper into her seeping vagina. "I ... oh!" She shuddered, then tried to calm herself, but the thick tongue continued to bring a new turmoil into her belly. She felt herself melting. Back and forth the tongue moved, going from clit to asshole. His lips sucked hungrily at the soft inner folds of her aroused crevice. His tongue jabbed at her clitoris, lingered a moment, then withdrew.
Julia tensed, waiting for its return. She lifted her cuntmound higher, then whimpered gratefully as he recaptured the congested twat and drew it deeply into his mouth. He toyed with it, laughing into her gaping flesh as she whimpered in ecstasy. He teased her. Touching. Flicking. Licking. And then he almost unrooted the sensitive membrane with a powerful sucking action.
Julia cried out and reached for him. He brushed her hands away, his mouth clinging gently to her genitals as he let the sucking action subside.
"Don't ... stop," she gasped.
She bucked her cunt at his mouth. He moved away, then returned, putting his tongue flat against her buttocks and licking them until the roughness of his taste buds could be felt. He kissed each inner thigh, then moved his tongue along her pussylips, first to the outside and then to the inside. Julia's mouth was open and panting. Her eyes were glazed and her tits rose and fell with a jerking motion. Her clitoris pushed more strongly from its crevice. She whimpered softly as Jerry's mouth touched it in a brutal embrace, his teeth digging it at its base.
Julia was delirious. The sexual impulses surged through the overloaded circuit that traveled from her genitals to her brain. Samson moved closer to the bed, drawn by the animal magnetism in her contorted features. His giant prick was fully erect again. Julia stared at it, her face near the edge of the bed. Her full red lips moved and Sampson took it as an invitation. He touched her mouth with his cockhead.
Julia tried to move her head away. "No," she said weakly.
Samson took her head between his hands and drew her face closer. Once again his penis touched her quivering lips. "Suck it," he said.
Julia moaned softly. Jerry's head was still between her legs and his feverish mouth on her cunt was driving her wild. "No, no, no," she said. She couldn't resist the impulse. Her lips puckered, then opened to take in Samson's throbbing glans. The frantic action of her mouth caused him to groan with pleasure.
Samson pushed more of his cockshaft into the girl's mouth. Julia almost strangled from the thickness of it. Her fingernails dug into his balls, but Samson refused to let the pain drive him away. He forced more of his organ into Julia's already filled mouth, and she feared that he was trying to drive it down her throat.
She fed vigorously on it, more in self-defense than in desire, trying to keep her mind on the action between her thighs rather than on the choking object in her mouth.
Jerry's mouth left her cunt abruptly. He slipped his hands under her buttocks and lifted them toward his groin. She whined as she felt his cock slipping into her vagina. Jerry tugged at her ass, his lingers digging into the thoroughly moistened crevice as he pulled more of her vagina onto his shaft.
Julia's cunt muscles contracted in powerful waves until her belly was filled with the stiff gristle. She caressed Samson's throbbing glans with her tongue. He ejaculated in a hot spasm of jism that made her cough loudly.
When Jerry looked up to see Julia's lips wet with Samson's cum, he withdrew in anger. "You little bitch," he hissed. "You fight me at every turn, and yet you let that big dolt fuck you in the mouth. I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"
He forced Julia to her belly and pried her asscheeks apart, searching with a critical eye for the tight pink anus. "You took a little bit in the shower at the cabin," he gritted. "I'm going to see if you can take it all in your ass."
"Oh, God, no! Please, Jerry. I can't ... oh, I just can't!" Julia drew the mounds together, tightly closing the crevice.
"It's either me or Samson," Jerry threatened. "I'll hold you and let him ram that big dick all the way to the hilt."
Julia had not the slightest doubt that Jerry would do as he threatened, and she also knew that she could not possibly bear up under such an act from Samson. His big penis would pulverize her entrails.
Reluctantly, she allowed Jerry to place his cockhead between her tensed buttocks. His knob throbbed hotly against the sensitive anal tissue. Julia brought her buttocks against his shaft in one last gesture of resistance. The mounds relaxed and Jerry pushed forward.
"Oh, it hurts!" Julia cried out, then strained to help her attacker, wanting to get the ordeal over with. The tight ring of flesh began to open, stretching tautly around Jerry's cockhead. A sharp, stabbing pain caused Julia to bury her face in the mattress. "Ohhh," she gasped as the punishing knob popped through and plowed into her rectum.
Jerry groaned loudly, his eyes bulging as the tight female flesh gripped his penis in a band of rapidly softening gristle. Julia felt as if she were being crucified as Jerry forced his cock into her an inch at a time.
She squirmed her buttocks against his belly, trying to rise to her knees. The force of his stiff penis pushed her down again as it slipped deeper into the orifice. "Uhhh!" Julia gasped, amazed that she had accepted the entire cock. It lay deeply inside her, throbbing out its silent message of ungodly lust. She groaned as the pain quickened. Jerry began to fuck her as the clenching sphincter titillated his engorged penis. Julia's anus contracted violently, hugging each separate inch of the hard flesh as it progressed into her tight hole. "Oh, uh, oh, uhhh!"
Her parts became more pliable as that dark abyss warmed to his movements. Her rectum and cunt seemed to be blending into one huge sex organ. The voluptuous sensations were so strong in her belly that it was difficult to tell one organ from the other.
She tried to rise to her knees again in an attempt to ease the bursting pressure, but Jerry banged her back into the prone position, Julia thought that she had suffered all the degradations that a man could heap upon a helpless woman, and she was shocked when she realized that she had thoroughly enjoyed each and every one of them.
"Fuck me," she whispered in a moment of weakness, but quickly gained control of her emotions and tried to push Jerry away by turning on her side. He followed her as she did a complete roll. She shook her ass, trying to jar him loose, and was unsuccessful.
She was now lying on her back and Jerry was beneath her, still ramming his cock into her behind. Perspiration drenched the mounds of her breasts as she tried to lift her buttocks away from him. His penis was feeling so good that she had to leave it now, or never.
Samson was still standing by the bed, watching the struggle. Another tremendous erection had formed at his groin. Watching Jerry's thick cockstalk pounding at the girl's tight asshole excited him to no end. As Jerry's thrusts pushed her cuntmound upward, the lips of her pussy opened spasmodically, showing the interior of the wet, red mouth.
Cautiously, Samson managed to crawl across the two panting bodies, intermingling his legs and arms with theirs. Julia was shocked when she felt Samson's huge prick pushing into her cunt.
"Ahhhh ... ohhh ... uhhh!" The cries of pleasure came from deep inside her. The two male organs seemed to meet in her belly. Through the discomfort she felt the hot glow commencing, growing until it filled both orifices with a thousand delights. It was pure ecstasy. Three bodies joined in perfect rhythm, all pushing in the right direction at the right time.
"I ... oh, fuck me everywhere!" she cried. "I'm coming!" Julia sobbed and quivered as her thighs and buttocks were bathed with cum, most of it her own.
The three continued to strain at one another. Julia wrapped her legs around Samson's waist as his driving shaft continued to ram her. Jerry was tugging at her sweating tits from behind, banging his prick desperately into her asshole as an orgasm approached.
They came into her almost simultaneously, the twin jets bathing her insides with hot, satisfying streams of semen. A giant, molten ball of desire formed in Julia's belly, then erupted, releasing itself in a torrent of hot, wet passion that flooded the cunt and cocks of all parties concerned.
Julia collapsed, thoroughly exhausted. She closed her eyes and slept, and did not know when her rapists left the apartment.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Ike was stunned when he came into the bedroom and saw Julia lying naked on the bed. One look told him that she had been thoroughly fucked. Her breasts rose and fell with soft, even breathing. One leg was bent at the knee and the heel of her foot was almost touching her buttocks.
He stood at the foot of the bed, looking between her battered thighs. The inflamed lips of her cunt were widely spread, and the spendings of her rapists still trickled from the much abused orifice. The sheet beneath her pale buttocks was wrinkled and cum-soaked.
"My God," he breathed. "My God, Julia."
Julia opened her eyes, recognized him, and tried to rise. Her head fell back against the pillows. "They ... they came after the photos," she said.
Ike helped her to a sitting position. "They didn't have to rape hell out of you," he snarled. "How many were there?"
"Jerry and four others," she told him.
"You had to take on five of the bastards?" Ike shouted.
Julia tried to smile. "I guess I'm more of a woman than I thought."
"Who were the other four boys?" Ike asked.
"I didn't recognize them," Julia said. "I heard one of them called Samson."
"That big prick fucked you?" Ike growled.
"They all did," Julia said, not wanting to look into Ike's eyes. "I won't lie to you, Ike. I had to let them. They'd have killed me."
"I'm not blaming you, Julia," Ike said. "But they're going to pay dearly for this night of pleasure."
Julia shook her head. "You won't find them, Ike. They only did this to me because they couldn't get the photos. And, without the photos, they have no reason to remain here." She explained the deal that the boys had made with the professor.
"Then the professor is the man I'll hold responsible," Ike said, pacing the floor.
"What can you possibly do to him?" Julia asked.
"I can publish the photos," Ike said.
"I suppose so," Julia said, "and I even suggested it once myself. After all that's happened, I don't think I can take that kind of exposure, Ike."
"Give me credit for having some brains," Ike said. "We'll retouch the photos so that your face can't be recognized. The girl's body could be any of a hundred coeds, but we're not going to leave any doubt about who the man is."
"My father will recognize me," Julia said. "If not from my face, then from my body."
"You haven't been walking around naked in front of your father, have you?" Ike asked. "Maybe he's as lecherous as your uncle."
"Of course not!" Julia exclaimed. "But a father can recognize his own daughter's body even if he hasn't seen her in the nude!"
"That's okay," Ike said. "We want him to." He grinned. "I think I can still get some of the reforms I was asking for-and my job back on the paper."
"You don't even have access to the paper now," Julia reminded him.
"But I still have friends on the staff," Ike said.
"It won't work," Julia said. "You know that the paper is censored by the administration before it's allowed to be distributed."
"I've even got an answer to that," Ike said. "We've got a few hours of darkness left. My friends and I will break into the print shop. If the new staff is on schedule, the paper will be ready to run. We'll strip in the new photos, run an extra-large edition, and distribute it before all the little tin gods are up for breakfast. Okay with you?"
"At this point, I've got nothing to lose," Julia said. "Only my sanity."
* * *
By noon the following day, the college was in an uproar. Professor Henry Alton was the first to react. His face lost all color and his body became drenched with sweat when he saw the front page of the paper. There he was, plain as day, perched between the thighs of a coed, his cock sinking to the balls in her tight cunt. Just below was the second photo, showing the same girl's lips fastened around his penis. He was ruined, even with the girl's identity blotted out, and Julia's father would kill him if he recognized that the girl was his daughter.
The professor didn't bother to type out his resignation, nor did he take the time to stop by his apartment for his belongings. He went directly to his car, trying to hide his face from passing students, and drove rapidly out of town.
Julia's father called Ike into his office. He made mention of the paper, but said nothing to imply that he knew the girl in the photos was his own daughter. "I think you outdid yourself this time, young man." The president's voice was firm, but if he was angry he tried to conceal the emotion.
"Sir?" Ike raised his brows in innocence.
"Oh, don't put on with me," Mr. Alton said. "I know you're responsible. But did you have to go this far? Sexual intercourse and fellatio on the front page!"
"I thought it was one way of making you understand that some things in this college do need changing," Ike said. "This is but one of them."
"Perhaps I have been a bit bull-headed in refusing to confer with your group," Mr. Alton admitted.
"You read the paper, too, didn't you?" Ike asked. "About the unwarranted scholarships and fake grades? And you saw the list of names, identifying the people involved."
"Yes, I did," Mr. Alton said.
Ike grinned. "Which proves that I always used the paper for something else besides sex. The pretty, naked girls were only a part of the attempt to liberate the paper."
"I think," Mr. Alton said slowly, "that you'll get your paper back." He forced a smile. "And Ike...."
"Yes, sir?"
Mr. Alton pointed at the photos. "A few pretty girls are all right, but let's not be so explicit the next time."
"Yes, sir!"
"One more thing, Ike," Mr. Alton said. "It seems that you've liberated my daughter along with the paper. Take care of her, won't you?"
Ike nodded.
* * *
Julia lay in Ike's arms, her body still flushed from their recent lovemaking. "I didn't think my father could be so broadminded."
"Neither did I," Ike admitted.
"Do you really think that he knew the girl in the pictures was me?" Julia asked.
"Does it matter?"
"No," Julia said. "Not as long as he understands."
