"You either live with your aunt or in the school dormitories! And that's that! I won't have you rooming with some stranger in New York!" Joshua Antrim spoke emphatically to his lovely young daughter whose life had been converted into a dreamy whirlwind of excitement over the long waited-for event of her approaching departure from Stetson City to enter college in New York.
"But ... Father!" Ruby said with displayed anxiety, "These days every girl who goes to college lives with a roommate in a little apartment near the college campus. Sometimes even three or four girls get to live together and ... I mean, that's the thing to do! Everybody does that in college! I'll be the only one different!" Tears of frustration were beginning to flow from Ruby's huge, liquid eyes.
"Come, come, dear...." Her mother spoke softly, in that mellow, conciliatory tone of voice she usually had when there was any argument. "Let's don't get that silly ... You're a college girl now, Ruby. How can you believe such nonsense? Why, if no one as you said-would live on the campus dormitories, why would they have them at all?" She emitted a soft, patronizing laughter that only increased Ruby's helpless rage.
They have them for parents like you to be able to keep their hold of your children's umbilical cord all through their lives! She thought to herself, but maintained her self-control in order to keep her father's rage at a safe level, where he wouldn't get any ideas of calling off her trip to New York, and even her college education altogether. She tried desperately to find an answer to her mother's mocking question which would not be taken as a disrespectful insolence by her strict parents, and at the same time would defend her point with some possibilities of success. As a result, she got a headache that seemed to have clogged all the thinking channels of her brain, slowing down her thought processes to the minimum. Suddenly, everything seemed useless and unworthy of the least bit of struggle. Her father had ended the argument of her stay in New York while in college; and, to emphasize his withdrawal he was sitting with the back of his massive arm-chairm turned toward Ruby, reading a newspaper and puffing smoke from his metal-shafted pipe like a racing locomotive mind. But she kept all her conclusions to herself.
She didn't want to spoil her only and ever-more remote chance of getting finally on her own feet, freed at last from the suffocating parental domination. She decided to bow her neck once more and swallow her humiliation for what could be the last time, if she was clever enough to 'handle the matter with the proper care'. "Well, mother...." Her throat felt dry and coarse like sand-paper. "If I can choose, I would prefer to stay on campus. After all, I'm going there only to study, and nothing more ... I guess, then, that the closer I'll be to the school facilities the better I'll come out later at the exams...." As she said those phrases of tamed resignation, Ruby Antrim even managed to have the faint charicature of a twisted smile appear in the pallid trace of her pulpous lips.
However, at that moment Ruby Antrim swore never to come back home to that slow-tempo existence she was subjected to by parents who had created a morality of their own, out of the obscure narrowdness of their own twisted phobias and their acrid pleasure when some grief resulte from their neurotic attitudes.
Ruby accepted everything they would have the whim to impose on her future life away from home. Nothing really mattered any more. In fact, she even received some of their capricious demands with the happiness of knowing the futile value of a parental order or rigid set of conduct once she'd be away, away, out of there ... free!
She had already made up her mind and had decided to start a new life, different and totally anew from that she had lead with the parental neurosis. And for this life, the only set of rules that would really appeal to her was that one which read the opposite of whatever her parents had imposed, and that one which believed in everything her parents did not believed, and that one which approved of everything that her parents condemned....
If she had always been denied the freedom of associating with people of her own age-group, and most specially with people of the opposite sex-group, she'd be only too anxious to relate only to those people of the "forbidden groups."
Joshua Antrim was having a furious attack of gout the very day his daughter was supposed to leave for college. The pain kept him from going to the bus depot with her to see her departing. Ruby had to make an effort to conceal from everyone in her household the daring, impromptu plan that this unfortunate impediment of her father help to create in the girl's searching mind, adventurous mind.
Since her father had paid all the living and tuition expenses in advance, she had been given only a small amount of money and the promise of an equal, meager amount every month, while she was in school and away from home. Yet, she realized she needed all the money she could get hold of if she was to carry out her plans of moving out the dormitory and to a little studio of her own as quickly as possible, once there.
She took a taxi with all her suitcases to the bus depot. When she got there, immediately she went to the place where parcel shipments were made and shipped her luggage to her name at the address of the college dormitory, keeping only a small suitcase which contained some clothing and all she needed for road-travelling and which was light enough for her to carry it easily. Then, without a moment's hesitation, she walked over to the cashier and obtained a refund for her bus ticket to New York City.
Having completed all those preliminaries, Ruby walked over to the road that buses took on their way to New York, and waited for a car to come that would give her a lift in that direction.
Ruby didn't have much money, so she decided to try hitch-hiking, a flutter of fearful anticipation running through her body as she stood on the side of the road, her finger motioning to the passing cars. Finally, a young fellow slowed down and stopped his green Oldsmobile right beside her. His gentle bespectacled face made Ruby think that he looked too shy and reserved to be possibly interesting. But when she noticed his large strong hands and the ease with which he moved his powerful, compact body, a tingle of lustful anticipation passed through her. Now that she was leaving home and would be finally independent, Ruby no longer felt hesitant about indulging in a full sexual experience and she wanted it so badly and eagerly that it almost caused her some pain radiating from that ever-hungry hair-lined center of her body. It was as though a second umbilical cord had been cut, a strong cord of obligations and responsibilities tying her to her parents and prohibiting her from doing anything which they might disapprove. For the first time she could look at a man and want him, sincerely, without also feeling guilty about it.
The young man's name was Bert or so he told Ruby as he drove fastly in the direction of New York. Behind his glasses, his eyes had measured her appreciatively and the young girl couldn't miss the brief flicker of lust that passed through them. Her adventure was beginning well; already she had awakened the lustful senses of a young man who seemed very potent indeed and capable of giving Ruby all the thrilling sensations she had been craving for during those long lonely nights and dull days of country life.
They stopped for lunch at a roadside diner and when they climbed back into the car, Ruby moved over closer to Bert, her legs folded back under her, the hem of her cotton skirt above her knees.
"What kind of job were you thinking of getting, Ruby?" Bert asked after the young girl had told him of her intentions once in the city.
"I'm not sure ... I haven't had any experience. Do you think it will be hard for me to find one?" She said with an anxious intonation in her voice.
"Shouldn't be with your looks, baby," Bert commented with a lewd smile on his thick lips.
"I was thinking I might take some commercial course first, but I'd really like to get a job right away instead, and be on my own."
"What's the rush? Anxious to make your first million?" he teased her.
"No," Ruby said, glancing at the young man out of the comers of her eyes, "but I'm sick and tired of living with my parents or with relatives. I want to live by myself so that I can do what I want with out ever having to render account to anyone."
"And what is it that you want to do?" Bert asked, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
She didn't reply, but continued looking straight ahead out of the window, a faint smile on her face. She sensed him looking at her and then felt the light pressure of his warm hand on her knee. It was strange, the way she reacted to this desired touch. She was afraid, really afraid. For the first time, since she had left her home and all the parental security it represented Ruby felt alone, coldly and irremediably alone. But she had to react against such negative feeling. After all, what was happening to her right now was exactly what she had been waiting for a long time.
"It's hot outside. I feel all sticky." She said, just to say something.
Bert withdrew his hand as she unfolded her legs and stretched them out before her; her knees spread apart. She moved them back and forth and, holding the hem of her skirt, shook it slightly. "Perfect day to go swimming ... I'd like to dive-in right up to my neck."
"Yeah, I'd like to dive-in too, but not in water ... And not precisely up to my neck." He took one hand off the wheel and ran it down over her hair. "Baby, as I said before, you're a real killer."
He pulled her head toward him until it laid on his shoulder. She tilted it up and he kissed the end of her nose while his hand strayed down over her shoulder, under her armpit and over the proud rise of her breast which his fingers cupped and then tentatively pressed, her flesh felt soft but resilient under his spreading touch.
Moving her leg against his and laying her hand on his thigh, her fingers lightly kneaded it and then crawled slowly upward, toward the crotch of his trousers. Her lips whispered with soft flutters against his sensitive neck, going up to his ear, the love of which she gently chewed, her hot breath filling his ear with radiating currents of lust. With her hand she finally found the bulge between his legs and began massaging it until it became large and swollen, pressing tightly against the material. Digging his fingers in her breast, Bert rubbed and twisted the delicate knob of her nipple, making it swell out under the thin white material of her blouse like a ripening grape.
The loud blast of a horn jerked them up, startled. The car swerved to the right as Bert quickly spun the wheel and narrowly missed a car which roared past them, its horn emitting a continuous screech.
"My Gosh!" Bert exclaimed. After a moment, he laughed hollowly and then said, "Honey, our romance almost came to a sudden and permanent conclusion. I'm afraid this isn't exactly the position recommended for safe driving!"
"Can't we open a new chapter?" Ruby asked as she looked at him coquettishly, her cheeks still flushed from the sensations she had been experiencing under his wanton, manly touch.
He glanced at her quickly, at her flushed face and the thick hair tangled by the wind, at her dark eyes, their lids half-closed, gleaming with a frank invitation and then he slowed the car, soon turning off the highway and driving onto a gravelled road which he followed until he made another turn this time onto an almost-hidden and quite bumpy lane leading into a small wood.
CHAPTER TWO
Switching off the key, he turned toward her, one hand still on the wheel. Wordless, they looked at each other for a moment, feeling the tension between them stretched tautly like an elastic band. But it snapped suddenly as they came together, their bodies hungry and frantic for each other. They met like two wild cats, each furiously trying to subdue the other with their lips and hands; chewing, scratching, bruising, their mouths pressed together like two crushed flowers, sucking at each other's lips and tongues, their hands sliding heavily over the mounds, curves and hollows of their bodies as though they were trying to explore each other.
Ruby cried out aloud as he grasped her hard with one hand and wrenched her around so that her backs was smashed against the steering wheel. The hard rim dug into her flesh and locked one arm behind her. Bert's lips bit into the smooth, golden hollow below her neck while his fingers, tangled in her hair and pulling it tightly, held her head like a vice. His other hand pressed and twisted her breast as though it was a ripe orange, from which he were trying to squeeze every drop of juice. So sharp was the pain that she screamed and struggled furiously to make him stop, kicking her legs until her skirt rolled up over her taut pubic mound laid like yellow grass. Her full, tanned thighs trembled like golden cream jelly as she bucked and writhed, trying to escape, struggling to free her captive right arm from where it was, crushed against his chest, the pen in his pocket jabbing into her flesh. He stopped her moans with his mouth and, at the same time, brought the palm of his hand down with a loud smack against the soft, delicate flesh at the inner surface of one of her rounded thighs, leaving a bright pink imprint. The sting and shock of the blow momentarily halted her contortions.
He worked his hands up under the elastic band of her panties, touching her wet, palpitating vagina tantalizingly, tickling the warm moist lips between her legs. As she felt his hand loosen at the back of her neck and his lips kiss hers more tenderly, Ruby began to relax and slowly freed her hands. But when his nails suddenly scratched the soft, velvety flesh under the fleece of her loins, she clawed his back and bit his lips violently until the blood flowed.
"You bitch!" Bert snarled. He clasped her wrists angrily in one of his hands. With one quick movement, he pushed her away from him and, still holding her wrists, opened the door of the car and said harshly: "Get out!" Pushing her off.
As she didn't move quickly enough, he got out and pulled her after him. Her legs slid over the seat, the friction burning the naked underside of her thighs. She felt as though her arms would come out of their sockets. She was filled with a wild anger and wanted to fight back. But at the same time she was strangely paralyzed by violence, this savage display of the male's lust for her. And her body responded with humiliating lust for what he had to offer her. The conflict between her anger and her desire made her almost hysterical for a moment. She didn't know whether to tear at him with her nails or to fall upon him with all the lust and passion that her long-pent-up desires demanded as a release.
But she had no time to decide for he threw her roughly to the ground and fell heavily on top of her, the impact of his body crushing the breath out of her. The sharp rip of tearing cloth mingled with her moans as he first tore off her white blouse and then, with one jerk, tore off her brassiere and pressed his steaming mouth against the soft pulp of her heaving breast. When she felt his hard lips sucking and biting the tender, aching nipple, flashes of pain lanced through her body and she began to churn violently beneath him so that her naked back ground into the pebbles, sharp as broken crockery, and the dirt-covered roots which stuck out from the sod-like knots of rope. She rolled her head from side to side, her taffy-colored hair now streaked with dirt and threaded with bits of leaves and twigs, her eyes closed; her mouth, once red and demure, now bruised and swollen. Scraping her nails down his back, she heard his shirt rip into long ribbons and felt the warm moisture of his blood against her fingers.
He reached down and tore off the thin mesh of her panties as easily as if he were brushing away a cobweb. Then he twisted himself around on top of her, dropping his face to the soft warm flesh of her thighs. She groaned and writhed beneath another violent attack she hadn't expected as she felt his fingers clawing at the tender lips of her cunt, slowly spreading them apart between her widespread legs. She tried to clamp them together in a sudden rush of terror, but he was too quick. His head dropped and the sudden wetness of his tantalizing lips locking onto her throbbing and exposed clitoris froze her body as it was. A sharp new sensation rippled through her and she felt all the tingling carnal passions which had built up throughout the years of frustration rushing up suddenly and without warning from her legs and belly, and gurgling from her mouth in an uncontrollable torrent of pleading cries.
"Ooooh, Gosh! Oooohhh! Aaaaaggghhh! Beeert! What are you doing to me!?-She groaned over and over again without ceasing as she felt the tiny bud of her clitoris springing into a life that she never knew it possessed. Bert went on nibbling and sucking mercilessly at the delicate, little organ with the sudden crazed passion that overcame him. Ruby's head rolled from side to side on the hard, unyielding ground, matting her hair with tiny bits of leaves and dirt; but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered now but the delicious rape of the mouth that was making wet sucking sounds down between her open and defenseless legs. Strange, muted and hazy thoughts of one summer day long time ago now drifted across her mind, a day she wanted to open her eyes and see if there were lazy white clouds above, but like now, she couldn't. There was nothing she could do but buck and churn beneath the probing tongue that was burning with sexual fire into her young and yet unplundered vagina, as wild memories of the sexual urges of her childhood came whirling through her mind.
And then ... when she thought it would never end, he twisted her body around again, dropping his heavily between her legs. He grasped her behind the knees and lifted her thighs high on either side of him, pausing only a moment to drop his pants to his knees.
Ruby was beside herself, she had never felt so open and ready in her life. Her pelvis rotated in small hungry circles as Bert knelt between her open and inviting thighs, holding her legs into the air. He smiled down at her, his eyes fixed on the hair-lined crotch that was red and palpitating in eager anticipation of what was to come.
"You're hot, baby...! I'm gonna like this!" He muttered.
"Bert!" she gasped urgently, her pelvis moving in larger circles now. "Fuck me! Fuck me or I'll die!"
Without hesitation, he pulled her under him, the softness of her buttocks scraping unnoticed along the roughness of the ground, and fell heavily down between her legs. His hand directed his huge throbbing cock to the wet, quivering lips of her cunt, pausing for the slightest of moments to part the thin, blond pubic hair, and then plunging forward to rip without stopping through the thin, tight membrane of her virginity.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhh!" Ruby suddenly screamed, the hot, blinding pain searing deep in her belly. "Ooooohhhh! No! Stop! You're killing me! Oh, ... please ... please...!"
Her arms jerked up involuntarily and clung to him with all her strength as though this might drive the pain away. Her face was contorted and her eyes clenched tightly. She struggled once, but then her body stilled to ease the pain. She could feel the full length of the huge penis throbbing deep inside her womb, imbedded to the hilt. Tiny whimpers sifted from between her tightly closed lips as she lay quietly, adjusting to the new and strange invasion of her tight virginal pussy.
Bert did not move at first, but laid rigidly on top of her, feeling her warm blood trickling down his rock-hard prick. He was surprised at her virginity, which he didn't expect from the wild fervor with which she had engaged into the sex act, but he knew it would take a moment for the pain she was experiencing to subside. Then, then by hell he would give it to her like she'd never get it again. He had never had a virgin before and he wasn't going to let this one off so easy.
In a moment, Ruby made her first tentative movement. She rolled her buttocks slightly under him and a small, surprised gasp of pleasure escaped from between her teeth.
It didn't hurt! At least, not as much as she thought it would.
She had thought the pain would last much longer and had been afraid of it, but suddenly there was only a very bearable, slight bit of pain, which coupled with the strange, forbidden sensations coursing through her body until it all merged into one great mass of indescribable pleasure.
Bert moved his cock inside her.
"Ooooohhhh, yessss! Do it!" Ruby whimpered softly up into his ear, not ashamed of wanting it so badly.
He did it again, moving his throbbing member inside her palpitating cunt which closed around it like a tight-fitting glove.
"Oh Gosh, yesssss! Yesssss! That's it!" She hissed, her hips suddenly and slowly beginning to rotate beneath him. The tight, wet walls of her eager cunt contracted jealousy around the hardness of his cock as though they were frightened of losing it. He groaned as he felt the muscles deep inside her belly answering the pulsating throbs of his steel-hardened cock. He could no longer hold himself back and began a slow, teasing, grinding in and out motion between her wide-spread thighs. He could feel the tightness of her clasping flesh around him like soft warm butter, the walls of her cunt holding to him in animalistic desperation each time he withdrew his penis slowly before thrusting it forward again to sink the massive shaft of his cock deep back down inside her, rampaging her torn flesh with ever-increasing lust.
Her pelvis beneath him began a faster rotation now, her buttocks grinding and writhing down into the hardness of the ground with a sudden abandon that took him by surprise. Mewling sounds of passion and lust rolled from her lips in waves of sound that he could not understand but to which his body reacted in the age-old rhythm of sexual intercourse that was as old as man himself. He levered up on his toes and dropped his hands down under them to cup the full quivering mounds of her buttocks so that he could fuck deeper and deeper down into her.
"Aaaaaaagggghhhh! Ooooooohhhh! Bert! Lover! You're just great!" Ruby groaned and twisted her body like a tortured snake under this tormenting digging into the fresh wound flowering inside her. Thrusting her loins up at him as he ground deep into her to take the whole of his expanding cock far down inside the warm sheath of her pussy.
Ruby rocked in a dream world of wanton and uncontrolled lust under his pounding body. Never in all her brief life, not even with herself, had she experienced such sensations, nor felt the way she did now with this huge male hardness buried to the hilt inside her tender belly. She could feel the soft slap of his balls against the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks and the strength of his hands as they kneaded and tore at her tender flesh like the talons of a giant striking bird. She struggled like a demon to open her thighs wider, to take him deeper, but she could not. His taut prick was sunk as far into her as it could go, but she wanted more.
"Fuck harder!!! Fuck harder!" She pleaded and begged as she felt him begin to thrust his massive hardness into her with longer and longer strokes now. A strange dancing delight of lusty fire was building up far down in her quivering belly. It drove her churning body on and on in its wild quest for the delicious sensation that was building and building in every pore of her sweating body. Something was going to happen to her, something wild and wonderful, maybe as wild and as wonderful as what she had experienced after her own masturbatory ministrations, long ago, on that summer day.
And then it came!
Her muscles contracted tightly around his plunging cock and she cried out wildly thinking the end was here, but soon his strong rhythmic strokes set off another explosion of delight that she had never dreamed possible. Her buttocks rotated against the hardened earth like a helpless ship caught in the vicious waves of a driving storm. She arched her back like a bow, her head buffeting against the ground, her hair spread out like a golden fan, her full quivering breasts pointing to the sky, trembling and swirling in jerking circles as she quickened her movements to meet the mounting urgency she could feel pulsating through the head of his throbbing rod sunk so deeply inside her hungry vagina.
It was gentle at first, preceded by a soft, inhuman gurgle coming from deep inside his chest. And then ... then she felt it, also ... It was as though a giant explosion was ripping her belly apart. Hot white jets of his sperm erupted and flooded into her, filling her womb with a warmth and a sensation beyond all description. She could feel it racing around deep inside her as though the flood-gates of ecstasy had been thrown wide-open. At the same moment, she jerked her own legs uncontrollably out in the air on either side of his spasmodically grinding hips and a great flash of erotic fire leaped up inside her and exploded in the volcanic eruption of her own orgasm.
"Aaaaaahhhhh! Aaaaaaahhhh!" She screamed, her head turning from side to side, her hair beating the ground like a flaming whip. The muscles of her hips and belly contracted in rolling waves of spasm, the pulsating walls of her hot. sperm-filled pussy sucking the last drops from his still-spurting cock, until finally, weak and exhausted, he stopped and fell limply back onto the harsh ground.
They laid for some time, panting and gasping, the smell of her wet orgasm and the odor of the perspiration which coated their bodies like a light film of dew overpowering the fresh scent of the forest around them. Finally, Bert sat up and then helped her to her feet. With her torn panties, he wiped the dirt and blood from her back and hips. Then he got their suitcases from the car.
Without speaking, they changed their clothes, climbed back into the car and Bert drove on with out uttering a word, exhausted by the frantic scene into which they had engaged so eagerly, only a few moments before.
CHAPTER THREE
Norkfold College wasn't exactly the ideal place to be when one wishes to take part in the exciting and sophisticated world of a big city. Once there, Ruby found out that Norkfold was rather far from New York City specially for those, like herself, who came from a small town where one could go almost any place walking, a two-hour trip to the big, swinging metropolis was considered long-distance travelling, until she got used to it. At first she had thought with utter disappointment that she had only exchanged Stetson City and its small-town pettyness for the less rustical and more sophisticated crummyness of Norkfold town, a town without personality of its own and as bouncy as an Abbey in Lent.
Decided to make the best out of the worst, Ruby didn't waste any time to mingle with the student population. And after a week of academic curriculum, the anxiously gregarious young girl had already made her own classified list of eligible young males, who were rated according to their physical appeal, reputation and availability for the eager expectations of the girl, whose desperate wishes to satisfy all her womanly desires had grown into a frantic lust for everything that in her life had been forbidden or kept very distant from herself.
Almost immediately after she arrived, her eye caught the tall, handsome figure of one of the school's most coveted young males: Eddie Roman, the guy almost every unattached female student hoped to attract.
Eddie was undoubtedly the image of a present-day young dandy contrary to the collegiate tradition of male popularity, Eddie was not a football hero. In fact, Eddie had never excelled in sports, nor in anything else in college. He was simply an utterly handsome fellow whose tall figure, slendered and shaped into a muscular living statue by his devotion to body-building, was crowned by an elongated, lean head over a massively strong neck, and topped with an abundant mop of lustrous, jet-black hair, usually combed in a studied disarray that left one or two shinny locks of hair falling over his forehead, giving him the air of a tough, virile bronco.
His eyes were huge and slightly slanting, a detail which gave him a wild, feline look, which sometimes seemed cruel and cold despite the intense richness of his magnificent deep-blue irises, heavily shadow ed by a thick rim of long, black lashes.
Having kept-despite the brutal sex initiation she received on her was to school, by the harsh stranger-much of her country-girl candor, and lacking any experience whatsoever in regards to the ways to handle inter-sex relations, Ruby never took the pain of concealing at all the powerful attraction that Eddie Roman exerted over her senses, and in his presence she obviously indulged in erotic fantasy. For his part, the foxy young man didn't fail to notice the devastating effect that his energetic, sensual self had for the curvaceous freshman who never hid the true nature of her attraction, most especially to the object of her feminine desires.
This had a strange, fresh attraction in the mind of Eddie Roman. Surely, the fact that a female would be sexually attracted toward him was nothing new to the handsome fellow. He was known to be a dare-devil swinger and a lady-killer of the highest quality. He was totally conscious of the attraction he excerted over the opposite sex and had even developed a conceited personality from the constant pampering he was subject to by the crowd of admiring females who dreamed with his personalized attention. However, he was used to seeing that girls, as a rule, went to greater lengths to conceal-usually without much success-the effects of his alluring presence in the lusty fumes of their youthful desires. That was what made Ruby seem so different to his eyes. She didn't seem to care a bit whether he'd notice or not. On the contrary, it looked as though she would want him, to know beyond any slight awareness, that she wanted him eagerly, and that he wanted him to the extent of the ultimate intimacy of sexual consummation.
Eddie's well-experienced eye immediately made the complete apraisal of Ruby's physical assets and found no major liability taxing her voluptuous appearance. His judgment was decidedly favorable and he decided to go forth and take the fruits of lust which were due to him. In his mind, for Ruby to behave in such manner, she surely must be either a nympho, an experienced pro, or in any event, a very hot crotched broad; or otherwise, be a very special person, sexually speaking ... He was definitively curious about her, and the origin of her boldness and savage sincerity, so uncommon among the female companions he has had along the line, so far, undoubtedly planted the seed of individual attraction deep within Eddie Roman's subconscious mind.
When he asked her for a date, in his smooth, crooning way of talking, he found that the fires of his sexual fantasy had lighted the flames of a slightly quivering anticipation that crept almost imperceptibley from his loins and travelled a pulsating journey of sexual allurement throughout the virile, muscled body of the handsome young swinger.
Eddie took Ruby to the "French Club," a small nightclub where, he said, the feature attraction of the show was a friend of his, Rose Owens, who was billed as Samantha Carter, "The Unique," After the show, he added, we can go backstage if you like, and meet the star of the show.
Ruby was pleased by the idea of actually being able to go behind the scenes and looked about her with interest as they sat at the bar, perched on high stools.
The place was small, consisting of a large rectangular bar with a scarlet curtained stage at one end, its floor on a level with the bar, and a few small tables scattered along the sides. The floor was carpeted with a thick, scarlet rug and three of the walls were entirely covered with mirrors while the fourth was draped with the same scarlet material which curtained the stage. The ceiling was dark blue, studded with stars which twinkled softly and afforded the only illumination in the room.
In the dim light, Ruby could see in the mirror Eddie and herself reflected back a dozen times, his rugged darkness contrasting strikingly with her own blondness. On a small platform in front of the stage, a four piece combo was beating out a popular song. Eddie explained that when the show started, the platform sank down to the floor, permitting a clear view of the stage, and that the girls not only used the stage for their acts but also walked along the top of the bar.
Samantha's appearance was heralded by a roll of drums, the darkening of the overhead lights and a white spotlight shining on the curtains which slowly parted. And there was Samantha, dressed in a tight, black evening gown, looking like a black, sinuous mermaid for her dress was covered with many shiny sequins which glittered and sparkled under the spotlight like the multiple scales of an iridescent fish and hugged each luscious curve like a rubber-tight glove. Except for her arms, which were encased in long, mesh gloves, the dress covered her completely and was fastened at the neck by a narrow collar of sequins. On her head was a glistening, winged cap which came down over her ears and held back the long black hair which rippled almost to her waist. One hand on her thrust-out hip, the other holding a long cigarette-holder, she was completely motionless, a shimmering statue against the red drapes, the blackness of her costume relieved only by her white, red-nailed hands, her face, chalky in the light, and her black eyes and full red lips.
As the music softly throbbed, Samantha slowly moved her arm, took a drag on her cigarette and blew out the smoke through her nostrils. She began to sing a torch song, her voice deep and husky, caressing each word and note, intimate and seductive. At first, she barely moved her body, but as the song became more passionate, she started to wave her shoulders and hips. Two long slashes of startling white flesh suddenly appeared; her dress was slit both from the collar to the waist and from the floor up to her thighs. With her eyes closed, her head and shoulders thrown back, swaying in time with the music, the slit widened to show the rising curves of her breasts, framed by the jet-blackness of her gown. The music swelled up in strong, rhythmic beats and Samantha glided languidly about the stage, her body undulating like a glittering, black serpent; her eyes staring brazenly at the audience through half-closed, heavy lids. Against the black inverted "V" of her skirt, her legs flickered in and out, their whiteness and nudity accentuated by the shimmering black material of her dress.
Then, as the spotlight changed to a soft rose color, she unfastened some hooks at her neck and waist and the dress suddenly fell off. There was an audible sigh escaping from the male throats gathered around. Like a statue of pink alabaster, her skin glowed with the soft lustre of a seashell's interior. Her breasts and sex were covered with narrow satin strips, their color matching so nearly the rosy hue of her skin that she seemed to be really nude, and it was only the long, pink fringe, hanging over the material, which betrayed the illusion. Swinging like miriads of moving fingers over the strong jut of her pubic mound and over the plump orbs of her haunches, their ends caressed her lush thighs, the inner sides of which softly rubbed together as she rolled her hips in large circles and slowly revolved around the stage.
Living the throbbing, sensual beat of the music, her body undulated suggestively, lewdly, her arms raised above her head, entwining and parting with the flowing movements of an Oriental dancer; her torso weaving in circles, her entire body seemed taut with sexual tension, but at the same time relaxed and langurous. The curtains of the rosy fringe swayed like the tentacles of a pink jelly-fish, drawing attention to the proud, pointed breasts, arched high, and to the hidden center of her sex, also....
As the spotlight followed her, bathing her in a pink sea of light, she sauntered slowly onto the bar and walked along its top. Leisurely she moved, gracefully and deliberately, her shoulders, breasts and hips pulsating in time with the music. Her heels clicked on the hard wood and as she passed, a pun gent scent of musky perfume came from her body. Looking upward, following the long sweep of her legs which widened and met at the apex of her sex, one could see a faint film of sweat which coated her body like a slight, enervating dew.
When she had circled the bar and returned to the stage, she put her hands behind her. As she brought them forward again, she was holding the two satin strips which she tossed to the side negligently. Her breasts and the lower side of her belly were now covered only by the pink fringe. Her movements became more intense and erotic, and the thin curtains swayed to and fro as she threw her torso into violent contortions, permitting glimpses of the firm twin arcs of her breasts, tipped with hard rosy buds and the large pad of her sex. covered only by a G-string.
The spotlight dimmed, shadowing even more deeply the tapering underslope of her breasts, moulding more richly the turning curves of her body and legs, accentuating the glistening, pink highlights on her thrusting breasts, belly and swirling buttocks. Her legs spread wide, she bent backwards, her long, black hair sweeping the floor while she swayed her torso so that the fringe fell back and one could see only the long inverted "V" of her legs, climaxing at the wide-open mat of her widespread crotch, as large as a hand and tantalizingly inviting in its open mistery. Above it, her breasts, completely nude now, pointed upward like two cones of strawberry ice-cream topped by two wild red strawberries.
When she stood up again, she moved onto the bar and once more circled it, rolling her hips, thrusting out her pelvis, contorting her torso into erotic positions until her entire body seemed to be vibrating with sexual passion. With her heavy-lidded eyes, sensual and inviting, her dark hair floating behind her, her tongue sliding over her wet, red lips, her hands moved sensuosly down over her breasts, caressed the swell of her hips and slipped up her thighs to her mound, which she slowly and suggestively rubbed.
Once back on the stage, she quickly tore off the fringes and stood, posed for a few movements, under the rosy spotlight, entirely nude except for the almost imperceptible G-string. Then she ran off the stage. The curtains closed and the house lights came on again.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ruby was still staring wide-eyed at the closed curtains, her mouth partly open, when she felt Eddie's arm around her waist.
"Well, baby, that's Samantha. How do you like her, honey-bunch?" He asked softly, a raucous note in his voice.
"She's terrific! I've never seen anyone like her before!" Ruby admitted, her voice betraying her excitement.
She felt even more excited, thinking that this was utter sophistication when the beautiful Samantha, having changed into a normal evening gown, came over directly to where they were seated and placed a friendly arm around Eddie's shoulders.
"Ruby, I'd like you to meet my sister, Samantha," the young man said.
What an interesting person this Eddie was, Ruby thought. And to have such a sister! Meanwhile, Eddie was whispering into Samantha's ear and she nodded, taking out from her little purse a key and slipping it to him.
"Here, Ruby, that's all arranged, let's leave this place," Eddie said, leading the girl out after a brief goodbye to Samantha.
A few minutes later, they were in the stripper's apartment.
"Here, baby, try one of these." Eddie snapped the lid of his cigarette case that he had taken from the inside pocket of his jacket. Inside laid several cigarettes, normal-looking except that they were much thinner, almost half as slim as a regular one.
She picked one out and looked at it curiously.
"What funny cigarettes. What are they?" She asked.
"Joints." Eddie replied in a casual tone. "Joints?" She asked, not quite understanding. "Yeah, Pot." He replied amusedly. "Pot? What's Pot?" She insisted, still not understanding.
"Marijuana, Baby. Don't you know what's that? Marijuana? A grass that one smokes ... And it feels great after you do it...? Try it, Baby. Even if you don't know what it is. You'll see that it's the greatest." He urged her smilingly.
"Marijuana? You mean ... dope?" Ruby's mind began to clear out the mist.
Eddie laughed. "Yeah, Baby. If you wanna call it like that I guess it's up to you. I won't fight it. That's the way squares call it. It makes it sound like something terrible ... Brrrrr!" He feigned a fearful tremor with his body, then roared with self-mocking laughter. "Okay, honey. Call it the way you like. Dirty dope if you want. It won't change a puff. It's the greatest thing ever. Believe you me ... Come on, lover-girl, be a sport and try one of these, will you...?" He struck a match and lit two of his ultra-slender cigarettes; one for Ruby and the other one for himself.
She reluctantly took a drag. "They're sort of sweet," she exclaimed, testing them with her tongue.
"Yeah, but you've got to draw it in really. Like this." Eddie laid back, his eyes closed, and took a huge drag, holding it down for a long time.
Ruby laid back and imitated him. Soon her cheeks grew warm and her eyes felt strange; she closed them and took another drag, holding it down as long as she could. With this, her first marijuana cigarette, she at first was slightly nauseated, but then the sensation picked her up and carried her away. Lying down on the bed. she felt as though her body was swirling around in circles, that it was floating lightly above the bed, and that she would be blown away if she didn't hang on to something.
Frightened, she cried out, "Eddie, please, Eddie, hang on to me!" Her nerves sensitized to a keen edge, the touch of his hand pierced through her like a needly, sharply but slowly, as though the impulse of his touch leaped from nerve to nerve.
Ruby was aware of her body in a way she had never been before; her mind and brain scarcely seemed to function; she felt entirely liberated and uninhibited, totally unchained from her thoughts and all ordinary distraction. Time was slowed down, and just as every note of the music seemed to go in one ear and be stretched out in a spiraling circle to infinity before the next one followed it, so Ruby could feel and enjoy each tingling nerve, each moving muscle.
At first, they had rolled on the bed, laughing and giggling like children, and then they began to undress, eager to slip away to a dream-land of lust in slow-motion.
He paused, watching her, his eyes narrowed, following the golden curves of her body as she took off the jacket and skirt. She stood before him, the firm upper swell of her breasts protruding out above the black mesh of the half-brassiere, the nipples swollen and rouged. On her loins the small patch of silk lay like a painted black leaf, accentuating the tawny tan of her full hips and thighs. She turned around, her haunches rotating slowly, their orbs rising and falling, a thin dew of perfume still lingering on the small of the back and filming the downy hair which traced a pale line from her navel to her mound. Her back to him, she tossed back her hair and arched her breasts, watching him in the mirror, as he stared at her, holding his breath. Their eyes met in the mirror and as he started for her, she turned and leaped toward him, scissoring his waist with her bare legs and flinging her arms around his neck. His hands under her buttocks, holding her against him he buried his head in her chest and sucked the nipple of her breasts into his mouth. They fell over onto the floor, tipping over a chair, their limbs and bodies writhing on the floor amongst the scattered costumes and spilled powder.
He ripped off her G-string with one quick jerk of his strong, lean hands and at the same time she heard the harsh metal grate of his zipper ripping down the front of his trousers. Pinioning her on the hard, wooden floor with his arms, he insinuated his pulsating cock between the warm, flowing lips of her tight, already throbbing vagina. Then without halting for a moment stabbed upwards.
"Ooooooooohhhhh," Ruby cringed before his sudden entry as she felt his hard, male flesh slithering deep up inside her. He penetrated her so deeply on the first thrust that their short pubic hair twisted and tangled together as he ground his pelvis tightly down into her loins. The soft skin of his testicles brushed teasingly against the now widely exposed lips of her soft sensitive anus nestled just below their wet coupling. Without waiting he began sliding in and out of her with long, desperate thrusts. She arched her back, unable to hold herself back. Her blood pounded through her veins like hot, molten lead and she could feel every tiny ripple of skin around his warm, thrusting penis as it raced madly in and out between her wide-stretched legs. She jerked her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, her heels beating on the hohowing cheeks'of his buttocks like a drum. And then, almost as suddenly as it began, she began a rolley-coaster of orgasm as one right after another until she felt his cock begin jerking deep down inside her womb and the warm hot spurts of his sperm flooded inside her with the hard driving force of his spending passion.
"Gosh, Ruby, that was beautiful!" He gasped into her ear, his body still quivering on top of her. Then he was still.
After a few minutes he breathed deeply without saying a word and dismounted her. She lay on the floor still gasping and moaning softly from the utter abandon and power of her quick orgiastic releases. She opened her eyes slightly and watched him as he quickly undressed and strode over to the dressing table. He picked up a large jar of cold cream and returned to kneel down beside her on the floor.
He ripped off her brassiere and began spreading large globes of the cool sweet-smelling mess over her entire body from head to toe. Then he covered himself with it and lay down beside her. His arms snaked around her waist and he pulled her over on top of him, her back against his chest, her taut, full breasts pointing straight up to the ceiling. He began rubbing the cream over her body, his hands smoothing its thickness over her shoulders, all around the hard throbbing nipples of her tits, and down over her belly and thighs. His teasing fingers were almost driving Ruby crazy and her body squirmed uncontrollably on top of him, sliding in the thick coat of cold cream as though she were some wet, slippery eel he was trying to subdue. His hands halted at the vee of her loins and he gently pulled her thighs apart. Ruby, groaned and let them limply slide open, her feet falling to the floor on either side of his. Then his fingers massaged slowly between her legs, pulling at the full, throbbing lips surrounding her vagina and gently easing them open. He coated the soft, hidden flanges of wet flesh heavily with the smooth slippery cream and then slowly inserted his middle finger inside to massage well the pink, inner walls. She moaned from the weird sensations coursing through her and felt the hardness of his cock pressing up against the fleshy crevice of her buttocks jerk slightly into a beginning erection.
The lust mounted in her with each moment she felt his penis growing against her until finally she could stand the tantalizing ministrations to her body no longer. She squirmed around on top of him and straddled his upper thighs, her knees slithering up onto the floor on either side of his hips. Her wet, cream-covered vagina was poised directly above his now-fully erect penis and, reaching down between their slippery bodies, she directed the huge, rounded head straight into the lips of her waiting vagina. She didn't lower her buttocks immediately but let it prod up between her wide-open loins for a moment, at the same time reaching behind her with both hands to pull the flanges of her pulsating pussy a little wider apart to allow him greater access. She felt him jerk up towards her and then with a tight, gasping groan she screwed her buttocks hard down against his loins taking the whole of his rigid rockhard cock deep up in her belly.
"Ooooooohhhhh, Eddie! Gosh, ooooohhhh, Eddie, Eddie!!!!" The soft, rounded cheeks of her ass smacked down against the upthrusting pelvis and she felt the giant, pulsating head smash into her cervix like the end of a hard, cruel, battering ram. A flash of blue raced through her brain at the unexpected depths he reached from the position she was in. There was nothing to prevent his total entrance into her wide-open cunt and she groaned like an ancient captive impaled on the sharp-pointed spear of a Phillistine warrior.
"Gosh baby, you're tight, tight, very tight! Oh, Gosh, how tight you are honey-bunch!" He panted beneath her pained assault and then began a slow grinding up into her. His hips rotated slowly around on the floor, sending the head of his cock into great swirling circles deep up into her belly. Ruby groaned, her mouth hanging open in helpless acceptance, her eyes bulging wide until suddenly the whole of her loins became accustomed to the strange, deep invasion that seemed as though it would gouge the very intestines from her. Finally, she grunted and the deep burning passion within her, kindled more by the sudden pain than anything, took hold of her body. She moved slowly at first and then began riding his body like a racing jockey on a wildly sprinting horse. Her pelvis slid uncontrollably in wide, harsh circles against his greased hips, her breasts and belly slipping back and forth over his chest. Like a golden, buttered nymph she rode him until suddenly she felt it rising again inside her. The hot, burning sensation of lust that had to be drowned, drowned in the hot, swirling liquid of the orgasm she could feel bursting upon her. Eddie, beneath her churning body, thrust like a madman as far up into her as he could go with each downward stroke of her buttocks, their creamed bodies slithering hotly together, the sound blending with the wet sucking noise of the lewd coupling of their genitals as they both raced for a fulfillment seconds away. Until it finally came!
"Eddie! Eddie! Oh, Eddie, I'm cumming! My darling boy! Oh, Eddie, my man, my big hunk of a man, I'm cumming! I'm cuuuummmmmmmgggg!!!" Ruby said, exploding with ecstasy.
Hot flashes of red and yellow exploded in her brain as she felt the whole of her white, quivering belly erupt like a thousand Roman candles around the hard driving shaft of flesh skewering up into her humping body. At the same time, she heard a harsh guttural cry beneath her and she felt his cock begin pumping like a fire hose hot jets of his thick, warm sperm far up into her cunt. Their intermingling juices poured out the tightly clasped lips of her vagina and ran in thin, pearly rivulets down his still spurting rod and disappeared as it churned into the cold-cream covering their genitals below by their still wildly sliding bodies. Its musky scent mingled with the sweet smell of the cream, the flowery fragrance of the powder and perfume with the animal odor of male and female sweat merged together, also.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was snowing heavily outside. Ruby hailed a cab, climbed inside, gave the driver the address of Professor's Gwynn's apartment and drove off to meet the distinguished-looking History professor with whom she had been having and affair for quite a while already.
Ruby sank back against the cushions as the dust-smelling taxi raced forward into the night. "Well," She thought matter-of-factly," if Eddie wasn't interested any longer about her, she wouldn't be about him, either...." Then her thoughts drifted to the huge, virile figure of Richard Gwynn, the man who had been teaching her Oriental History in class during the day, and gave her private lessons of sexual maneuvers during the nights they spent together making frantic love in his town-apartment. Now Ruby felt she wanted another joint, but didn't dare to light one up right there in the taxi. Then her mind went back to the massive, taut figure of her presently steady, mature lover-teacher.
Although she had been seeing Richard regularly for the last three months or so, she was never sure of exactly what kind of mood she would find him in. She found him rather mysterious, something like the History of the enigmatic Orient he taught to her class in College.
A well-known historian and expert critic in Oriental Art, Dr. Richard E. Gwynn was a highly respected scholar, a well-reputed educator, a fantastically learned Orientalist and probably many things more that Ruby ignored about him. All she knew was that the list of his credits was as long as they make them. He enjoyed an excellent reputation in the society of those sophisticated New Yorkers who have gourmet tastes, a heavy-scheduled social life, and the touch of intellectual artificiality of the new wave of still-quite-young collegians, always tainted by that air of effeminacy which is found so "chic" and elegant among themselves. He was a member of several civic institutions, literary and artistic societies as well as many other concerns of the same sort, where he was very much appreciated and enjoyed very much deference and consideration from the fellow members. Apart from all that, Richard Gwynn was also a man of very open-minded sex appetites ... The truth was that Richard lived on both sides of the "moral street," the shady as well as the sunny one, all at the same time. There were rumors that he'd often indulged in lewd sexual affairs with both male or female students, depending on his mood ... He had a wife and a family at his home in Yonkers, but he always kept an apartment in the city as well, in order to carry out his ludicruous "escapades."
Ruby neither liked him nor disliked him in particular. But before, in the beginning of her college days, when she was a new girl in town, and was eagerly looking for thrilling adventures, the idea of having an affair of that sort with one of her instructors had appealed enormously to her imagination. Richard was not too old, just in his mid-forties, and was still quite a handsome, well-built and very masculine-looking fellow, despite the legends that ran throughout the commentaries of a chosen few in college, which had linked him with some of his young male students who had subtly exhanged their manhood, by having engaged in a sexual intercourse with another man, for his "helping hand" while correcting their finals. In any case, Richard had a very elegant and distinguished aspect, with his angular face and polished dark hair ornated by two patches of silver over his intellectual temples. This mature aspect of his had given Ruby the wild idea that, in matters of sex and wanton pleasure, Richard had to be a man of great experience and competence, as in anything else.
"Ruby, my child, you look beautiful!" Richard said, when he opened the door to her. "Well, it's true you're always beautiful!" He smiled warmly at the attractive young girl who stood in front of him at the foyer.
Richard took both her hands in his, drew her out of the foyer and into an intimate-looking den, all furnished in a richly elaborate style of Oriental inspiration. The place was small, but so lusciously cushioned and so richly decorated with costly silks and furry velvets that the small locale, by itself, seemed to exhudate a strange vapor, of sexuality. Looking at its furnishings, only, one could realize what was the use given and intended for it to have. It was simply made to contain the tightly entwined and violently contorting figures of two bodies tightly locked in a passionate embrace of lust.
Once there, in the intimate, exciting little chamber, Richard kissed her gently on her cheeks, then held her away, with his hands over each arm, as he contemplated her admiringly. "Fantastic! You are each day becoming more and more desirable, Ruby ... You are a magnificently endowed young woman ... You're lovely...!" On the shoulders of her heavy winter coat and all over her golden mane of hair, large flakes of white snow still rested lightly, sparking in the strange, flowing light of the Oriental lamps. "You look like you're not real ... So, so beautiful!" He chanted softly, getting his lips closer to her ear, and Ruby felt the soft, warm wind of his breath caressing the lobe of her ear with each word he exhaled tenderly at her.
Ruby smiled at him sweetly, even though his sentimentality and sugary compliments often made her feel like laughing right in his face-a thin, angulous face. But then, he was a huge, massive man, tall and compact, well preserved for his age and soberly elegant in his mature good looks.
"Yeah," Eddie had said, "he keeps his weight down by skipping back and forth from one sex to another."
As Richard took off her coat, he looked approvingly at the long-sleeved green wool dress, which fitted her tightly, moulding her breasts and hips, its severity relieved only by the deep cut neckline through which her neck and shoulders gleamed suggestively. "Looks wonderful on you, dearest. Have you got everything on?" He asked.
Ruby nodded. They had been shopping and Richard had bought her not only that dress, but new shoes, lingerie and a tight waist-cincher. She kicked her shoes off and curled up in an armchair, talking to him while he mixed drinks for the two of them. "A quiet evening at home, with fireplace and slippers," she thought. "Ugh!"
When they went out together, she always dressed in her most sophisticated gowns, but she knew he liked her to be informal when they were alone together. "I want you to look as though you lived in a sealed block of ice when there are other people around," he had said. "But when we're alone, I like to know I've got a woman who's warm like a real, living human being, I hope you understand, Ruby...."
He brought her a drink and sat down on the couch, beside her.
"Ruby," he said, "I hate to bring the subject up again, but won't you reconsider moving into an apartment? I've found a real dandy one not far from here...."
"Here we go again," she thought to herself. "Oh, no Richard!" Then she pouted, "Not again! Really, I'm sorry, but I like this arrangement just as it is. We've already discussed this often enough."
"I can give you a lot more than the little I'm giving you now, Ruby. I want to make you happy, take care of you, love you, keep you near me," Richard said eagerly, but in a low voice. "My wife will never know, if you are afraid of having some unpleasantness on that part...."
"I know. But I don't want to settle own yet. Maybe later. Let's not argue, darling." She retorted wearily, interrupting his sale-pitch.
"Okay, Ruby, we'll have it your way." He sighed with docility.
As he talked on, she appeared to be listening intently, but her thoughts were far away. Until they got into bed, Richard's conversation, as he droned in a gruff voice about things she was totally uninterested in, completely bored her.
He went over to the portable bar to get another drink and paused near her chair. She could feel him standing behind her, gazing down at the top of her head. He leaned over. She tilted her head to look up at him. He was staring down the deep "vee" of her plunging neckline to where her breasts nestled snuggly under the green wool. She took a deep breath and threw her chest out so the twin mounds arched under the material like soft, green hills. She reached up to draw his mouth down to hers. As they kissed, his hands slid over her chest, down to her waist and up again along the firm slats of her ribs until they found the opening of her neckline and creeped under to the warm, pliant dough of her breasts.
"Take your dress off," he whispered.
As he watched in silent fascination, Ruby slipped the dress over her head and stood before him, her legs drawn wide apart, clad only in long black stockings and the black waist-cincher. Extremely tight, it nipped her waist in like an hour-glass; above, it widened upward like a black heart into a half-cut brassiere which, supporting only the underpaid of her breasts, cupped them so they lay like two golden moons, high and full; below, it opened outward until just below the curve of her belly and the top of her swelling buttocks. Lying as closely as a second skin, a skin of satin and black lace, it made her buttocks bulge like two large, plump apples, toasted a golden tan by the sun. Framed by the long, parallel lines of the garters which stretched down to meet the silky, black sheaths of her stockings, the curve of her mound seemed even more prominent, her cunt covered by fine, crisp curls, seemed more naked and mysterious than ever.
When she turned and walked out of the room, her round thighs brushing hotly against each other, she could feel his eyes hungrily following her sensuous movements; and when she returned, she knew he was ready to take her. He had already undressed and was waiting for her, his clothes in a heap on the floor, his body tense, his impatience revealed by his full throbbing erection. She walked toward him, her soft, silky hair swaying down her back; her full, rounded breasts, resting lightly in the half cups of her brassiere.
When she had walked to him, he put his hands on her shoulders without saying a word and pushed her down so she was kneeling on the-floor before him. She knew he needed this, this paying of the ultimate homage to him before he made love to her. This was his way of always reminding her that she was his woman, almost like a thing that was his for him to do with as he wished. She had never protested, but somehow she found it strangely disturbing to feel dominated and even humiliated in this way, as though she were some pet dog, or something too inferior and low to be treated as a human being, such as he was.
His hardened cock was directly in front of her face, and without otherwise touching him, she began to slowly lick the underside of it, at first running her tongue wetly all around the hard, throbbing gland with her tongue. A few droplets of thick, sticky cum oozed from the tiny opening. As he moaned softly above her head, she took the heart-shaped, smooth-fleshed end of his cock full into the warm moistness of her mouth, and her lips were clamped firmly around it. She reached around behind him, upping his hard, white buttocks and pulled him toward her, feeling the full, cum lubricated rod of flesh slide deeper between her teeth, her tongue running in hot, moist circles over its smooth surface.
Ruby squirmed her own buttocks down against her own heel that was insinuated up tightly between the soft, globular moons. She could feel her own wetness beginning there as it always did when she felt his excitement rising in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She increased the movements of her head until it was. bobbing in front of him like a balloon tossed about by the wind. Her hot, moist tongue swirled faster and faster around his still hardening cock until she knew he was almost ready to erupt deep in her mouth, in long gurgling jets of steaming cum.
But, this time it was different. He wanted something else from her now, and he suddenly reached down and jerked her body away from her slavish task. His penis slipped from between her protesting lips with a slight sucking noise as the pressure was released against it and he half-pushed, half-dragged her to the overstuffed chair by the couch.
"Kneel on the arms," he said, his voice rushed from the near orgasm he had almost had inside her mouth.
She quickly spread her legs and climbed over the chair, balancing her bent knees on the ends of the arms and letting her head and torso fall downwards toward the seat. Her full, ripe buttocks were thrust upward, bulging, soft and pushed outward by the tight girdle he had not wanted her to remove yet. Her moist, wide-spread crevice, breaking the two flaccid, white mounds curved down, lined with soft, curly fleece and broken only by the dark, puckered entrance to her anus. With the top of her head went down into the seat of the chair, she looked back through the wide-spread arch of her thighs and saw him standing behind her, not touching her.
Suddenly, she felt two slaps, one on each cheek of her buttocks; so sharp and stinging that she gasped with pain. Although her body quivered with the shock, she retained her position and waited tensely for the next blow. Instead, she unexpectedly felt the light, gentle pressure of his lips kissing the bright pink imprints which burned and tingled on her behind.
Just as she was beginning to relax, however, he slapped her again, this time so hard that her head was crushed up against the back of the chair and tears came to her eyes. Before she had time to recover, his stinging slaps fell upon her again and she writhed and trembled, then began to sob violently. But he murmured some words soothingly and lightly caressed her quivering buttocks with his cool, soothing hands; until she thought he was through tormenting her and stopped crying and began to purr softly with pleasure.
Richard shuffled his position behind her, and Ruby felt the hot moisture of his lips against the tender, wounded flesh of her behind. His warm, wet tongue licked up the length of the widely-split crevice between her thighs, pausing at the small, crinckled hole of her anus entrance to thrust and tease at it for a few short moments.
"Oooooohhhh!" she moaned at the lewd tickling sensations coursing through her. And expecting that he would now take her, she moved back on the chair, thrusting her hips to present them more fully, then rotated them slowly and teasingly under his hands and around the shallow impalement of his tongue probing at her anus. He drew back, but instead of the pressure of his penis into her, she grunted at a further series of painful slaps, then his kisses came back again; and the hard blows, also, all in quick succession ... She crouched, now cowering on the arms of the chair, crying with agony and pleasure, gasping and choking on the salty flow of tears that dripped from her eyes down onto the seat. Her whole body was tense and trembling, her gaze directed back between her legs to watch him.
"Ruby, darling," she heard him croon gently. "I've always wanted to fuck you in the ass ... Now, I'm going to do it."
"Oh, no, Richard, please!" She whimpered, a sudden feeling of complete helplessness coming over her. "Please, Richard, darling...! You know how it hurts ... It'll hurt!"
"No, it won't, my darling," he crooned on softly, an almost impatient tone in his voice. "I'll do it gently."
And through the wet veil of tears covering her eyes, Ruby saw his thighs moving forward slightly until the huge, throbbing head of his cock was pressed tightly between the cheeks of her ass. She automatically tightened her buttocks in a hopeless attempt to keep him from entering her there, but his thumbs, placed on either side of her anus pressed harshly outward and opened the whole of her back passage to the mercy of his unnatural desire. He pressed the slippery, well-lubricated head of his cock tightly against the tiny, puckered entrance and pressed forward, gently at first, but....
"Aaaaaaagggghhhh!" Ruby screamed as she suddenly felt the tight, unyielding muscles of her anus being forced slowly outward by the strength of his relentless pressure. Her face contorted tightly in pain and she groaned like a wounded animal down into the cushion of the chair, her scream muffled and desperate as though she were being impaled on the end of a giant spear shaft.
There was a slight pop as the tight outer ring of the anus suddenly gave way and the head of his throbbing member slipped inside. She groaned again and then the momentary pain of his initial entry passed and her rectum relaxed and opened to receive him. He grunted behind her as her tight, unused flesh clamped around his cock like a vice but did not ease off on the pressure he was exerting against it. He jerked forward with short, hard strokes, digging deeper and deeper into her belly until Ruby's whole behind felt as though stretched and distended beyond all hope of ever recovering, back to its normal shape.
As Richard leaned forward and pushed his thick member one millimeter deeper, Ruby felt as though all her insides were being pushed up hard into her throat and there was no way in the world she could escape the cruel and unrelenting instrument drilling skewering its way deep into her intimate bowels. His hands curved around under her trembling belly and she could feel his fingers pulling the hot, wet lips of her cunt open beneath her. She thrust forward with his fingers, sinking three of them deep up inside her. She moaned again, her loins feeling completely filled with the hard, thick rod tunneling into her rectum from behind and his probing fingers sunk deep into her vagina.
There was a sudden gasp coming from his lips and she felt his pelvis smack hard into the round, flaccid cheeks of her buttocks, pushing them up and out. She whimpered and felt her whole body jerk and writhe for a moment in protest and then relax in helpless acceptance as the whole shaft of his pulsating cock laid buried deep in the intimate confines of her widely-stretched rectum. He stood still for a moment to give her time to adjust to the unnatural and painful invasion of her back passage and then began a series of slow, short strokes-in and out of her,-his fingers probing deep into her cunt and keeping the time with his cock gliding smoothly in and out of her rectum.
And then, to Ruby's surprise, the thick driving rod and the searching cares of his fingers thrusted into her vagina soon aroused her in a strange, masochistic way and she began eagerly rocking her hips in the air behind her, propelled by a suddenly mounting urgency of her own passion. She could feel the old familiar fire building again deep inside her belly and she rocked and rotated wildly beneath him, the round creamy magnificence of her buttocks hollowing and clenching around the hardness of his cock with each hard, brutal stroke he rammed into her. She could hear him chuckling behind her in lewd delight, as he watched his thick rod of flesh disappearing deep down inside the smooth hairless mouth of her rectum and then gasping crazily to himself as he jerked it out again and the tight pink flesh flowed with it with a wet sucking noise, clasping to it as though it did not want to let go.
His naked lust incited her more and she began to move with earnest desire now, the licking flames of her own passion almost ready to erupt. She could feel he was close to cumming. She could feel him growing inside her and stretching the already pulsating walls of her rectum wider and wider until she thought she could not stand the strange, bizarre pain and pleasure another moment more. Her eyes were dilated and bulged wide as she humped beneath him. The tightness of her asshole clasping and unclasping around his cock like a sucking fish as he fucked into her now with all his lustful strength filled her with a wild passion threatening to erupt at any moment in cascading torrents of pleasure.
And then it came! Finally and momentously!!
Just as the rising tide of her own passion spilled out deep inside her, she could feel the hot warm spurts of his sperm emptying itself deep, deep inside her rectum until it felt as though he were filling her whole body with the hot sticky fluid. Her full, rounded breasts dancing beneath her kneeling form hardened, as though he had broken through her belly and was pouring his cum right into them. She could taste it on the end of her tongue as she swirled it around lasciviously inside her mouth, savoring with delight the delicious, pungent taste his engorged penis had left in it. She heard him cry out behind her, and his thick, pulsating member spurted one last viscous jet of hot sperm deep into her rectum, and, with a wild cry of ecstasy, her whole body contracted with the final burst of her own orgasm.
"Richard! Richard, darling!" She cried out madly. "Give it to me, give it to me good! Ooooohhhh! Yes ssssss! That's it, baby! That's it! I'm cumming I'm cummiiiiiiing!"
Her eyes closed, she collapsed into the chair as he withdrew his cock with a wet sucking noise, as though he were pulling a limp body from quicksand. A thin string of sperm followed the tread tip of his satiated cock, still lewdly connecting it to the wide-stretched hole of her rectum, a lewd reminder of the bizarre coupling they had just gone through.
Ruby laid in a limp heap over the chair, unable to move. Pain radiated deliciously from her recently violated back passage. Richard reached down with his arms, picked her up and carried her into the bedroom where he laid her silently on the bed. The sheets were cool on her still tender buttocks. He quietly unzipped the tight girdle and slipped it off her body. The mattress sank as he laid down beside her. Ruby turned toward him, her mouth half open, her lips still wet, and waited for his kisses, which didn't come.
When she awoke the next morning, Richard had already left.
CHAPTER SIX
Coming out of a Sociology class, Ruby noticed there was a notice of employment posted on the school's Bulletin Board. It mentioned a part-time job right there in the college campus, at the Dean's office. The house hours it required fitted perfectly with her own academic schedule. A tiny spark of hope began to flicker in Ruby's hart. "If I could get that job," she thought, "I could start saving to rent a place of my own and get out of the school dorm. I hate their restrictions and it'll be just great not to have to rush one's date because one has to arrive at a certain hour or else get involved in a stupid argument with that bitch of the dorm, housemother...!" She gave a quick glance at her wrist watch. "It's late now ... Maybe I should wait
'till tomorrow...." But the pangs of her eagerness and youthful anticipation were stronger than her and Ruby decided to walk over to the office. "I have nothing to lose. Maybe there's someone there still ... These people work until late in the evenings sometimes; I'll better try now or else tomorrow I may find the place crawling with applicants...!"
She walked decidedly through the labyrynth of corridors running inside the many buildings of the college complex, connecting one another. The halls were empty and filled with the austere silence of old buildings, at this hour of the night. All the classes had been finished for the day and everybody was gone already.
When she saw the glass-paneled door of the Dean's office, a hopeful smile brightened the young girl's face; there was light in the room, which meant that someone was still inside. Maybe she was lucky and someone was working late, after all, and she would be able to make the first application for the job.
Ruby went through the door without even bothering to knock. The Dean's outer office was quiet and the usual frantic activity that was seen there during the day was missing; all the desks were empty. "Maybe Dean Jensen himself is at his office." Ruby thought hopefully.
She stood at the door a few moments, hesitating if she should go ahead and knock at the Dean's office or leave the matter for the day after. She looked around to see if there was someone else still there who could help her without having to bother Dean Jensen at this late hour. Like every other student at Norkfold, Ruby was well aware of Dean Jensen's irascible temper and that was something with which she didn't care to tamper.
At that moment a young man, mumbling a popular tune and holding a bunch of papers in his hands emerged from behind a tall book case: it was Fred Sherman, a student she knew from her Sociology class.
"Hi, Fred!" Ruby said cheerfully, since the young man was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he had hardly noticed her presence there. "What on earth are you doing here at this hour?"
"Hey! Ruby Antrim!" Fred exclaimed with surprised, startled by the girl's unexpected presence. "What the heck are you doing here! I should say...!" He walked toward her. "Don't tell me you're having an affair with Dean Jensen! I thought you had a better taste!" He teased her.
"Yeah, I would say I do!" Ruby laughed. "No, it isn't Dean Jensen's charm, but the job offer on the Bulletin Board...." She explained. "Did you come for that job too, Fred?" She asked rather grimly.
"Heavens, no!" The young man replied. "I wouldn't work for Dean Jensen on a steady basis for all the gold in the world!"
"Don't tell me he's that bad!" She advanced.
"Worst! Believe me, Ruby, if you know what's best for you, don't ask for any job here. I've gotten to suspect that this man is a cannibal!" He jested.
"A cannibal? Dean Jensen, you mean?!" Ruby cheered. "Fred, you're crazy!"
"Seriously!" He insisted with mocking seriousness. "You know why they want a girl to work here?
Because he ate the one who was here before!" I'm telling you, get out of here before it's too late."
"And how come he hadn't eaten you?" Ruby followed Fred's jesting. "You certainly have plenty of meat to offer a cannibal!" She added, noticing Fred's plump chubbiness.
"Me? Not a chance!" Fred shook his head. "I'm not tender enough and he's got no teeth!" He roared with laughter at his own words. Then, he eyed Ruby's curvaceous figure with an appraising glance. "He likes a nice tender chicken dish whose got nice, soft meat in the proper places. He's a gourmet, and that's why I'm telling you that you should beware of his hawk claws." He glided his eyes all over Ruby's shapely figure with sensuous admiration, as his jesting smile vanished softly from his lips, giving way to a warm, lusty look.
Ruby noticed Fred's reaction to her womanly assets and felt complimented in her female vanity. To give him a panoramic view of her luscious self, Ruby walked over to Dean's Jensen's office through the door that Fred had left ajar.
"So, this is the lion's den ... eh?" She said, walking over to the huge, empty desk. "Incidentally, how come you're here alone and at this hour?" Ruby sat at the big swivel chair. "I'll be the Dean now...!" What do you think of the change?" She teased.
"I'm doing some paper work for Dean Jensen, on a temporary basis...." Fred replied.
He sat on the edge of the desk, laid down the papers and put his hand on her leg.
"On second thoughts, maybe I'll take that job."
He said. "With you as a Dean maybe I can marry the Dean instead of his daughter, and get my degree in less time and with less effort."
"What a presumption, Sir!" Ruby said with mock horror. "Do you imagine I'd marry a mere freshman?"
"In that case," He hastened to reply, "I guess I'll have to be the Dean, instead. And, as you may know, one of the privileges of being a Dean is the right to kiss the female students." Running his hand up her leg, he stood up and scooped her neatly into his arms. She gave a little shriek which turned into a giggle.
"And this is the new position for giving dictation, Dean?" She asked him feigning surprise. "-Or is it that I haven't even been promoted to being your assistant, yet?" She wrapped her arms around his neck as he swung her back and forth.
"A student like you I'd like to promote to a much higher position." He answered smilingly.
"Such as ...?" She asked him teasingly.
He pretended to drop her and then catch her again; she clutched him more tightly around the neck. He swung her around and put her gently on the desk, then leaned over her as she lay on her back amidst the neatly piled papers, her hair spread out against the dark wood, her arms still around him. His face close to hers.
"Oh, Ruby, Ruby...!" He whispered, "You are so beautiful, so gorgeously beautiful!" He put his mouth on her lips. She pulled him closer, revealing the willingness of her eager body and searching lips and tongue, until he swung his hips onto the desk to lye beside her.
His chest pressed against her blue-sweatered breasts, his hands craddling her head, she moved her body, so that their bellies and thighs rubbed against each other. When she felt his hands searching behind her, she arched her back and felt the sudden unloosening of her brassiere as he unclasped the hook and then the warm pressure of his hand moving beneath the cloth and up over her breasts. Sweet longings stirred in her loins as he gently kneaded the pliant mound and stirred the tip to a hard rubbery crest. Breaking their kiss, he helped her take off her sweater. He fell back on top of her.
"You're so beautiful, so beautiful!" He murmured, as his lips browsed in the golden hollow of her neck, strayed lightly to her armpit, where he tongued the salty moisture and then licked away, so slowly, so tantalizingly, down her side and up to her breast. She strained against him; her hand rubbed his back and crept under his jacket; bending her knees so her skirt fell back, she wrapped her legs around his, entwining them tightly, their hips moving against each other in a slow dance. Beneath them the papers crackled and slithered to the side. A falling bottle of ink hit the rug with a soft thud.
"What on earth is going on here!" A voice suddenly bellowed from nowhere.
The two lovers became motionless, paralyzed.
"What in hell are you two doing! Get off my desk!" The voice sounded again, with loud, angry tone.
They turned their heads, their eyes wide open with surprise and shock. In the doorway stood Prof. Jensen, briefcase in hand, his round face an apopletic red, his eyes black with anger, his heavy jowls quivering with an uncontrollable rage. One fist clutched around the handle of the briefcase, the knuckles white, he shook the other in the air as he strode toward them, looking as though he wanted to kill them both if he could manage to do so before he had a heart attack.
They quickly jumped off the desk; on the side away from him Ruby snatched her sweater from the floor and held it to her naked breasts, one hand grasping the back of the chair to steady her shaking legs. Fred stood beside her, running a hand through his hair, his face puzzled and shocked, as though he still couldn't believe that this was really happening and was not a hideous nightmare. They backed away as Prof. Jensen stamped around the desk after them, roaring and cursing like a bellowing bull.
"You damn bastards! How dare you! ... Here! In my office! Right over my desk! What the hell do you think this is? A whore house?!" He was so furious he seemed almost insane, stuttering and spitting, kicking the desk with his foot and pounding it with his fist to accentuate his words. "What kind of ... damnation ... you bloody sucking...! Get the hell out of here! Right now! Come on, out! Right this minute I say!"
They both slided toward the door, Fred stuttering in his attempt to apologize. "I ... I'm sorry, Prof. Jensen...." he said. "We...."
"Shut up, you bastard!" Prof. Jensen roared.
"You, Fred, get the hell out of here before I'll break your bleeding neck! I'll tend to you tomorrow. Go! Out of my sight!" Then he turned his shaking finger to Ruby. "But you ... You stay! I'll talk to you now!" He brought his fist down on the desk with such force that the telephone jumped and gave a metallic buzz.
"And shut the bleeding door when you leave! You hear?!" He yelled after Fred's scuttling figure.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ruby backed into a comer behind a chair and stood there trembling. As he stared at her malevolently, grinding his jaws, Ruby realized that she was still clutching the sweater to her bare breasts. She turned her back to him and quickly slipped the garment on with fumbling fingers. Behind her, she heard Prof. Jensen sink down heavily on his chair, wheezing and panting.
She turned around and stood quietly, afraid to look at him or move. In the silence of the room, she could hear her own heart thudding wildly.
"Now, young lady," Prof. Jensen said with a strangely quiet voice. "Just what is the meaning of all this? You're new here, aren't you?"
"Y-yes, Sir." She replied in a fainting voice. Her only desire was not to irritate the man any further and to get out as quickly as possible.
"Are you trying to turn this place into your private bloody boudoir?" He asked sarcastically.
"No, sir ... I'm sorry for what has happened. I really am...! You see ... I ... we ... we were working late and...."
"Working late, eh? Yes, so I saw. A new way to study after hours?" The angry Dean roared.
"Yes, sir ... er ... I mean ... no, not really...." She mumbled. "We'd come about the job and no one was here and...." her words tumbled out.
"Shut up!" He said finally. "I don't care if you were really working or not. All I care about is your having the unmitigated, damn gall to think you could use this place to carry on your blasted love affairs and...."
"But ... Sir ... I ... we...." Ruby mumbled, not knowing really what to say, under the circumstances.
"I said to shut up!" He roared. "I don't give a damn what you do outside. But this is a place of learning and not a strip joint for every tart who gets the urge to take her clothes off and hit the sack!"
Head lowered with the shame of her situation, Ruby looked up at Dean Jensen under her heavy lashes, wondering why he simply didn't tell her to get out as he had said to Fred before. His face was beet-red, mottled with angry purple patches; fringed with wisps of grey hair, even his bald head was a bright pink. He spat the words out between tightly clamped jaws; on the desk his hands were inter locked, the fingers nervously clenching and unclenching. Realizing that she was alone with him in the empty building, she began to feel afraid, for his anger and appearance were not that of a normal man; she began to perspire nervously under her clothes. She glanced toward the door and began edging toward it, moving sideways, inching slowly, afraid he would notice her movements.
"Where in hell do you think you're going?" He screamed, and sprang to his feet, moving with surprising quickness. She darted to the door but her perspiring hands slid fruitless on the metal knob and before she could get it open, he was there, his hands seizing her arm and roughly wrenching her away. He flung her back into the room. Her heel caught on the edge of the rug. She staggered and fell awkwardly to the floor. Tears came to her eyes and she began to sob. Then she heard the key turn in the lock and a tight knot of despairing fear turned in her stomach.
She heard a snort of evil laughter and then the sharp rasp of a match and then smelled the tang of cigar smoke; she cried out as the tossed match burned through her stocking, stinging her leg, and cried out more loudly when his foot kicked her thigh. Through her tears she could see his heavy brown shoes planted solidly a few inches from her face. Afraid he would kick her again, she laid quietly, only her chest heaving as she tried to stifle her sobs.
He laughed loudly.
"Well, well, well, so the little bitch is afraid!" He proded her with his foot. "Come on!" He said angrily. "Cut out the dramatic performance and get up. You wanted to use that plum ass of yours tonight so you might as well sit on it."
She started to get up, watching his feet warily. A sudden pain pierced through her as he grabbed her long hair and roughly dragged her to her feet She screamed, her mouth forming a large "O" of smudged lipstick, but the sharp flick of his hand across her face closed her lips and a wave of dizziness flooded through her. She stumbled backward, landing heavily on a chair. As she began to faint she heard, as coming from a great distance, through layer upon layer of cotton-wool, his hysterical laughter, ending in a series of loud hickups. He picked up a decanter of water from a side table and splashed its contents all over her face, drenching her sweater and skirt. The water dripped from the ends of her sodden hair, now hanging in limp ringlets about her tear-stained face, but it brought her to her senses. Even though she was still afraid, she began to get angry.
"Stop it! Stop it! That's enough!" She screamed at him and started to get out of her chair. He twisted her arm behind her and threw her back into it Biting and kicking blindly, she yelled through her sobs, chocking on tears. "Stop it! You old madman! What are you doing!? Why are you doing this?! Let me go, you old bastard! Let me go!"
But he held her firmly, chuckling all the while, until finally she collapsed into the chair, weak and exhausted.
"Fighting little bitch, aren't you?" He stepped back, drawing casually on his cigar, and regarded her. His eyes were cold and hard, the pupils small and steely-black. A muscle in his cheek twisted spasmodically.
"So you want to know what this is all about, heh?"
He walked behind her and put his hand on the nape of her neck. "Well, I'll tell you, though hell knows why ... you've certainly had rougher treatment than this in your damned whoring life."
"But I'm not a...!" she cried, in protest.
"Shut up!" he shouted. "I've seen you twisting and twitching that big ass of yours around here, pointing those knockers under everyone's nose, sash-shaying around all over this blasted school like a damn bitch in heat."
"But I haven't...!" she protested, trying again to defend herself.
He jerked her hair. She groaned and fell silent.
"And I've wanted you ever since you first wiggled your damn blasted cunt, into this place ... but...."
His hand loosened on her hair and she heard his heavy step behind her, pacing restlessly back and forth like a caged lion.
"But, you see ... I...." his voice was suddenly quiet, sounding almost apologetic. "Hell knows why I'm telling you all this. You stupid bitch, but I've lusted after you so damn much and...." His voice went on and on, now sounding almost tearful, hopeless," ... And ... well, I haven't been able to get an erection for years...."
She drew in her breath sharply as she heard his words.
"Look, I'm sorry ... but ... I go out of my mind sometimes when I realize I can't...." He paused a moment. "Look, take off your clothes for me, will you? And just let me look at you...?" He pleaded softly.
Ruby suddenly felt sorry for him. But she also wanted to get out of there as soon as possible; yet, thinking that he'd surely let her go peacefully if she submitted to his request, she got up and quietly started taking off her clothes, fumbling at her skirt zipper, keeping her head bent so she wouldn't have to look at him.
"You can keep your stockings and shoes on," he said in a low, tense voice.
When she had undressed, she stood quietly, almost demurely in front of him.
"Now walk around," he whispered. "And hold your head up."
She walked slowly about the room, feeling his eyes devouring her flesh. Self-conscious and ill at ease, at first she walked awkwardly, as if each muscle was attached to a string he was holding in his clenched hand and could be jerked at his command. But in the silence of the room she gradually relaxed. Under the firm skin of her tanned buttocks the muscles rippled smoothly; her pointed breasts jiggled up and down, their nipples bobbing like small pink corks; her thighs brushed against each other with a faint sucking sound, their fullness downy with a fine golden fuzz and marred only by the large purple bruise where he had kicked her.
She looked up. He was sitting in the chair, one hand holding the big cigar, breathing heavily between the thick, parted lips, his eyes glazed and half-closed, staring fixedly at her pubic mound which swelled out under her belly like a half-moon, framed by the thin strip of her black garter belt and the elastics which stretched down to the stockings whose edges hugged her thighs so tightly that the flesh bulged out above in a thin narrow roll.
Still staring, he put his hands on the arms of the chair and half rose while a thick, whimpering growl rumbled in his throat. She stopped, paralyzed, as she saw a crazed haze filming his eyes. As he got up and lunged toward her, growling drunkedly, she turned and ran toward the door. It was locked. She turned around side-stepping his clawing hands and fled around the desk, too terrified to scream or shout. Rounding a comer, her heel caught in the telephone cord and she fell to the floor. On her hands and knees she crawled frantically under the desk. His hands seized her by the hips and pulled roughly back and upwards until his mouth was buried between her wildly thrashing legs, chewing and sucking deeply, a low animal moan rumbling deep in his throat. His cigar was still in his hand and its red-hot tip burned into her buttock. Upside down, she screamed and fought. But he held her strongly, his nails tearing into the flesh of her exposed cunt.
Violently she beated her heels against him until finally he dropped her, snarling with fury. He snatched a ruler from the desk and began beating her; its sharp edge lacerated her back and hips into a bleeding mess. Then he fell on top of her and they rolled and fought like two unhatched wrestlers. His clothes protected him from her flailing fists and digging nails while her unprotected nude body was soon covered with long, bloody scratches and swollen bruises, yellow, purple, black.
"You bitch! You damned whore!" He hissed at her during their violent struggle, until Ruby could fight no more. The pain had drained all the strength from her and her body suddenly stilled, limp to be turned and twisted as he desired.
Sensing her sudden surrender, the snarling old man rolled her violently over on her back and straddled her stomach. She could feel the rising hardness of his penis pushing up into her heaving breasts through the thick, rough material of his trousers and closed her eyes, her head rolling almost lifelessly to one side.
"Now, you bitch," he rasped down at her in a Wheezing, panting voice. "I'll teach you how to walk around this office like a good, rotten whore that you are. You're going to show me what you've been doing for all these other young bucks that I've seen eyeing you with their tongues hanging out right there in the campus."
In the dim haze of her half-consciousness Ruby could hear again the now familiar sound of a zipper being ripped down in haste and then the wet underside of a thick rod of flesh lying across her naked breasts. "Strange...." she dreamed as though in a coma, "Strange how it moves like a heart-beat against me...." She could feel it palpitating as though it had a life of its own apart from the vicious old man it was attached to....
Then ... suddenly he reached down and tangling his hand in her soft, blond hair, jerked her head off the floor. At the same time she could feel him shuffling forward slightly on her torso until the thin, fleshless bones of his buttocks were cutting excruciatingly into the firm, fullness of her breasts. She groaned in pain as they were smashed cruelly into her chest by his weight and found her eyes looking straight up into his monstrous, exposed penis. Huge and white, it reared out over her naked breasts toward her face with the bulging blue veins crisscrossing obscenely underneath it.
"Suck it, you bitch!" he snarled down at her, a vicious gleam of hate sparkling in his eyes.
Her head was forced up harder and she almost became sick as he pressed his cock hard against her tightly clenched lips. She could feel the warm, sticky fluid that had seeped from the tip of his prick in his excitement covering her lips and she smelled the hot, pungent odour emanating from it. His other hand dropped and reached down under his buttocks and his fingernails dug harshly into her left breast
"Open your mouth, you damn whore! And open it wide!" He grinned at her sadistically as he spat the words down to her. His nails dug hard into her breast and her mouth gaped open with the pain. He jerked her head forward again until it felt as though he was ripping the hair from her head by the roots. And then ... the monstrous cock filled her mouth, almost choking her as it pressed against her soft, silky palate and gorged all the way back to her tonsils. She gagged and her stomach heaved; she groaned with her eyes closed, at the horrible thing kept throbbing urgently in her mouth.
"Suck! Lick!" he grunted, twining his fingers more cruelly into her hair and jerking her head up and down.
Helplessly, her mouth moved up and down on the great prick.
"Oh my!" The thoughts ran through her tortured mind, "perhaps if I make him have an orgasm, he'll leave it at that and let me go. Suck ... Suck ... Lick ... Lick ... harder ... cum ... please cum!" she thought. "Please cum ... and let me go...!" The words raced like wildfire through her pained and humiliated mind as she sucked like a hungry child feeding at its mother's breast, wanting to end her misery.
As she sucked, the huge cock pulsed in the soft wetness of her slaving mouth. There was a stale, musky taste on her tongue and at the back of her throat.
"Oh, Gosh...! How long...?! How much longer will I have to stand this torment?!!!" Her mind pleaded over and over again, her head hurting with the constant pull on her hair as he pumped it up and down. She wanted with all her soul for all that to end and yet it didn't. The horrible, obscene thought of his lewd sperm cascading down her throat and into her stomach sickened her and she hoped she could jerk her mouth away at the last minute to avoid this ultimate humiliation. She just couldn't let him have the satisfaction of looking down on her helpless face while he poured his hot, disgusting sperm down into her mouth ... She just couldn't bear to give this dirty, old man that final stroke of pleasure and victory over her.
But the passion-crazed dean was not to be denied his satisfaction and he fucked in and out of her mouth like an avenging barbarian at a captive of war stolen from a conquered city, spitting insults down at the top of her bobbing head as though she was a slave of his and he the lord and master whose will could decide of her very life or death.
"Suck it, you bitch! Come on, use your tongue! Swirl it around ... There ... That's it ... That's it...! Lick it harder ... Oh yes! Now! Now...! Now; NOWWWW!! I'm ... I'm cummmmmingggg! Oh Ooooohhhhh!!! ... I'M CUUUMMMIIINNGG!!!"
And before Ruby could have the chance to jerk her head away she felt the huge .throbbing cock fucking into her mouth expanding like a giant balloon and his steel-like hands clamping vice-like on both sides of her head, freezing her in that position. And then it exploded; the hot, sticky sperm filling her mouth in great, powerful spurts that bloated her cheeks out wide as though her mouth was filled with air. She had to swallow to keep from choking as more and more of the lewd sperm of the groaning old man above her cascaded hotly into her mouth. Her Adam's apple raced crazily up and down her tender, white throat in a crazy rhythm emitting desperate gasping sounds that thundered wetly through out the room as though nothing else in the world existed.
And for Ruby it really didn't. She laid limply beneath the lecherous old man after it was all over, feeling his long, fleshy penis deflating slowly in her mouth. She swallowed once or twice more in order to breathe and then she finally felt his body lifting from her tortured chest. The now deflated prick slipped wetly from her lips, leaving a thin trail of sticky sperm following it across the fullness of her naked breasts. She heard him chuckle once and then collapse to the floor close to her, his breath coming in short, satiated gasps.
Ruby laid there for a few minutes, at first too afraid to move. But as he continued his panting and weaving and made no sign of movement, she cautiously lifted her pain-racked body and crawled over to where her clothes were scattered on the rug. Dragging them behind her, she inched toward the door, picking up the key from the floor where it had fallen.
She lifted herself up on one elbow and slipped the key into the lock. He was still lying there, panting and muttering unintelligibly to himself, his words almost indistinguishable, running together into a crazed, dull monotone. She clawed the door open and crawled through.
Exhausted, she lay motionless on the floor of the outer office until the fear that he might come after her drove her to her feet. Clutching the wall for support, she staggered down the hall, threw her coat around her nude body and stumbled down the steps toward her freedom.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After the short winter vacations, Ruby was about to begin her second semester at Norkfolk. She went through all the steps of routine for the re-registration and went to attend her classes the day the school was open for Spring. An unexpected and unpleasant surprise was awaiting her there: her name didn't appear in any of the lists of students registered for those classes. At first she couldn't understand why, but then believing it to be some error at the office of the Registrar, she went there to straighten things up. There she saw Fred Sherman who had gotten there before her. He was walking with long, hurried strides from one office to another, until he emerged from the last one, his books new and yet unused held under his arm and a weary expression on his boyish face. When he saw Ruby he went over to her.
"Hi, Ruby," he said grimly. "What's the matter, your name doesn't appear in any of the classes you were registered for?" he asked her with bitter concern.
"Yes...." Ruby said with a confused frown. "How do you know? Do you have the same trouble?"
"Sure I do!" Fred revealed with clenched jaws. "I have been all over the lousy place and it seems as though I never even mentioned registering myself for the Spring semester. It seems that all my papers are gone. The clerk told me she couldn't even find my file at all!"
"What is it, Fred?" Ruby asked apprehensively. "Do you think that I'm in the same situation as you?"
"Sure you are!" he blurted. "Go ahead and ask and you'll see how the entire office gets in motion but nobody can find your file. And you know why, honey?" He paused a moment, his face contracted and flushed by the heated rage he seemed to contain at that situation. "Our files can't be found simply because they aren't there, that's why!"
"B-but ... why, Fred?" Ruby asked fearfully and without getting to understand what was there at the origin of all that illogical situation. "What's going on? I don't understand why is this all happening?"
"You don't?" Fred replied sternly, "Well I do, Rubby, and I think I know who's behind all this! I'm going to find out for sure and if it is what I'm thinking about...!" His tight-lipped face expressed the intensity of Fred's contained rage. "I swear to you that I'll get that old pervert and squeeze his neck!"
When she heard Fred's words, Ruby's brain began to see clearer and the girl finally understood the reason for the young man's murderous attitude about the problem. "Dean Jensen, you mean...?" she asked, wishing that it wouldn't be true, hoping that the horrible nightmare she was forced to live that night by the depraved Dean would have had an end in its own revolting completion. She thought she couldn't bear the thought of having to face, endure and deal with any sequel of consequences that would place her once again near the memory and the characters involved in that shameful event she thought already dead and buried deep in her oblivion. "Fred...." she repeated wearily. "Why do you think Dean Jensen has anything to do with this problem...? It'll be silly for him to annoy us in this manner ... I'm sure everything can get clarified and we will be able to take our courses this semester ... Why would he do a thing like that?" She asked, feeling a tight knot of icy panic being slowly entwined around her stomach.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple, Ruby...." Fred spoke grimly. "Everything was all right until now, isn't it...? Both of us registered without any problem ... Maybe at that time he couldn't have given us any real trouble, but now it's different. The time to register for this Spring semester has already expired. That's perhaps why he waited until now to make our files vanish ... You see Ruby, I believe he's trying to force us to matriculate in another college in order not to lose this semester and then stay there, in whatever college we'd go for this Spring...."
"But ... Why do you think that, Fred?"
"Remember what happened that night, hon.?" Fred asked sympathetically. "That he told me he was going to deal with me the day after...?" Ruby nodded. "Well, he did...." Fred spoke softly, but on his pleasant chubby face of nice, family boy, one could see the bitterness of the memories from that incident brought back to his resentful mind.
.The next morning, first thing in the morning, he had me summoned to his office...." The boy's facial muscles contracted like steel cables at this point. " ... What happened in there it's better not to mention it ... Thinks like that are better forgotten or they corrode the liver with a hatred that makes you wish...."
Rubby nodded gravely. Fred would never know how deeply she understood his words, and how moved she was to hear them...."Anyway...." Fred continued. "Before he dismissed me ... his last phrase was: I would have wanted to expel you two dirty trash from this school but I've thought ... And when he said that, I interrupted him and told him: "Try that you depraved old goat and I'll drag you through the mud until every newspaper in the country and every single member of the board of Education will know who or what you really are! Try and break my career, you old deviant and repulsive aberrant and I'll break yours and your neck after...!" Fred's fists were clenched spasmodically at the thought of the past violence between them two. "Believe me, Ruby, I would have done it! If that disgusting old creature would have dared to point his revolting finger at me with an order of expulsion, I'd ... I'd...!" Fred's fists were clenched so tightly around his books that his knuckles were white from the pressure. "Anyway, I thought he'd take it on me only and would leave you, at least alone and in peace ... In any case, I saw him only once after that; at the stairs of Jackson Hall, where we crossed each other in different directions. At that time he looked at me murderously and said: 'don't think you've frightened me, Sherman ... You'll see that this is your last semester at Norkfold ... ' I thought it was only spit and hot air, but that he wouldn't really do anything ... But now when I saw what's going on and that it happened to you also, I'm sure that the dirty swine has a lot to do with it ...!"
Soon they could convince themselves how true Fred's words were, when Ruby went through the same trouble that Fred had had before her ... When the two of them had exhausted all the efforts possible to clarify and fix their situation, they realized it was totally impossible for any one of them to register for any course at Norkfold, and that there was nothing they could do about it....
Suddenly, before they left the office of the registrar, a frightening thought lashed through Ruby's confused mind: what would happen with the money her father must have already send to Norkfold to cover all her expenses at Norkfold for the beginning Spring semester?
She asked the Registrar and his answer clenched another icy hand of icy panic around her throat: "If your father has mailed any checks to us for your tuition etc., and that check is not applied to your tuition, Miss Antrim, you can be sure that your father will be promptly refunded. His check will be mailed back by return mail together with a letter of explanation. You don't have to worry about that...." The man smiled soothingly, thinking that Ruby's concern was only the fate of her father's money and that he would not lose any amount uselessly. His words, however, didn't have any soothing effect at all on Ruby, quite the contrary.
As she walked back to the dormitory, her head was a storm of confused thoughts and a desolate, icy fear began to take hold of her steamed, weary mind ... "How could she explain to her parents the problem which prevented her from going to school this coming semester? What would be their reaction? Would they agree to have her transferred to another college or would they simply end her college life there...?"
By the next morning she had reached a firm decision: no matter what would be the outcome of this situation, she would not go back to her parent's home ... That would mean she had to find a job and real quick, or else she would have had to go back home whether she liked it or not ... Very early the next morning, Ruby Antrim began her efforts to remain in the city and started the worst part of her struggle to retain her recently-obtained freedom which had become so utterly precious for her ... She bought a newspaper and marked a few of the want ads, then explained the situation of the dorm house-mother and pleaded with the old and bitchy woman to let her stay a couple of days there for her to make other arrangements. The irascible woman agreed reluctantly, but that gave her a very limited time to fix her situation....
Immediately after she had spoken to the nasty old woman who was the omnipotent head of Norkfold's Dormitory for Women and obtained the two days truce, Ruby gulped a cup of steaming black coffee and took the Subway to her first 'port of call': a firm dealing with waxed paper cups which had an office in West 17th Street.
The building was old and unbelievably dirty. She took the foul-smelling ancient elevator and went squeaking up, wishing she'd taken the stairs instead ... As she arrived to the fourth floor, where the office was located, she thought she wouldn't really like working in such unpleasant environments. However, the enthusiasm returned to her as she recalled her emergency situation.
As she entered the crummy-looking office, a middle-aged receptionist, dressed like a young call girl and painted like and old whore who'd taken show business after retirement gazed at her with suspicious expression: "Yes ... What is it you wanted, lady ... "!" The woman shrieked hostilely.
"I came about the clerical position...." Ruby began to speak.
"Ah, the job...!" The unpleasant woman said with a slight touch of sarcasm that Ruby couldn't quite understand. Then, she glided her blood-shot bulging eyes up and down the length of Ruby's body, as though she'd be measuring the girl with ill-willed spite. Then she said despondently: "You'll have to see Mr. Thomson for that...." She paused a moment, fixing her eyes to Ruby's timid face, then, with a twisted, ironic smile, added: "Do you have any ... experience...?"
"That depends on what the work is...." Ruby answered, not knowing what to say.
"Oh, that depends...." The woman said with a smile that Ruby found obscene. "Go ahead, Mr. Thomson is behind that door...." She pointed at a point beyond a couple of small open rooms where two or three unpleasant-looking people were working around in old unclean desk "just knock before you enter...."
Ruby nodded her thanks and walked over to the place indicated by the woman. Once there she knocked firmly twice. As the sound of her own knuckles against the door penetrated her ears, Ruby's heart accelerated to a maddening race inside her chest "Oh, God! She prayed eagerly. "Help me get this job! Make this man, Mr. Thomson, whomever he is, hire me, so I can stay...!"
"Come in!" A rasping voice grunted from inside the office.
CHAPTER NINE
Ruby opened the door and walked in. The man inside didn't bother to stand up for her. He was a huge, massive man with a face resembling a pumpkin, even in the color of its skin ... A mop of greasy black hair hung in sicklish patches from the top of his balding head like glistening and thin painter's brushes that would have gotten stuck to his craneum. A long, unneat moustache hung over both sides of his thin-lipped mouth and it seemed to grown from the plump, piggy nose and came out through his very wide nostrils. His obese humanity was dressed in a grey, dirty-looking suit. He was sweating copiously from the heat in his small office, and his entire face was covered with his greasy perspiration, which seemed to exhudate through the worn out material of his suit impregnating its dirt-filled material with the sticky secretion of his over-worked sweat glands.
The moment he set an eye on Ruby, his black, beady eyes adopted a piercing, lustful look, which he slid all over the girl's curvaceous figure with a bold, ludicruous expression. He smiled, showing a row of cracked, tobacco-stained teeth which were projected outward in a fan-like formation which held his upper lip slightly up to allow the buck teeth to find their way out of his mouth. Then he extended a fatty arm indicating a chair in front of his desk. "I imagine you're an applicant for clerk, aren't you...?"
"Yes, sir...." Ruby answered in her most pleasant voice, going to occupy the chair he had offered her. When she looked at him a second time she realized why was it that his face had seemed so familiar to her: he looked like the image of the Mexican bandolero as seen by the movies. So often it has been shown as Mexicans have appeared in Hollywood-made films that once she had thought that all Mexicans were made the exact replicas of each other and that all of them looked like this man looked. The thought had impressed her then and that was why she had stored the stereotype image in her mind, when she met a Mexican boy who had come to live in Stetson City and she found out that it wasn't like that at all and that Mexicans were people like any other and that they came in all sort of shapes, images, weights and shades of hair ... It was only then that she had realized the foolishness of her first idea; since, after all, Mex icans were people, human being like the rest of the world, including America ... And people cannot possibly be made in a single model ... At this moment, looking at this man with whom she was hoping to work, she felt the same nauseating revulsion she used to feel at that time of her childhood, at the thought of anything Mexican....
"Have you ever worked before...? The man asked her, but his eyes revealed that he couldn't care less about her working experience but that he cared a lot about the throbbing shape of her breasts. "What have you done...? Typing ... Filing or ... what...?"
"I would like to know what would I have to do if I get...?" She began to ask him, in order to evade his question and at the same time get an idea of what would be expected from her there.
"Nothing you couldn't do, honey. Opening mail, delivering it and general errand work-going out to get us coffee and stuff like that. Wouldn't tax that beautiful head of yours." He tilted his chair back and leered at Ruby.
"So, what about it?" he said.
"Well, I...." She faltered.
"Doesn't pay much, of course," he added, "but then, you don't have to worry about that. This company always takes-care of its employees and there's no doubt that with your looks, girlie, you'll be well taken care of around here." He laughed, got up and walked slowly around the desk. Ruby sat quietly, twisting her fingers, and watched the man's hands. His thumbs were hooked in his belt and one hand held the stinking cigar, they were large and chapped with crescents of dirt under the cracked nails. Somehow, they made her feel nauseated. She felt her stomach rising and falling and she was afraid to vomit right there. She had to control this feeling; she just couldn't let it overcome her sense of logic.
"Well, I...." she started to say.
She didn't dare raise her eyes he came toward her, but continued to stare at his hands and behind them his stomach which swelled out like a soft, over-ripe watermelon under the belt and shirt, stained with sweat and dirt, limp and wrinkled.
"What's the matter, honey, I won't bite you!" He laughed again as he stood in front of her. She saw his hands move. He flicked his cigar, the ashes falling onto her skirt and over her white gloves. He put his other hand on her shoulder and squeezed it.
"Well, what about it?" he repeated.
"I don't think I'll take the job." She said. She was tense and frightened. But what could happen to her in this office? She glanced out of the comer of her eyes at the closed door.
The man roared with laughter again and moved his dirty hand to the nape of her neck and rubbed it with firm fingers, making her shiver with a strange mixture of disgust and lust.
"Honey, you better think again. There might be more money in it for you than just from the job. You know, you're quite a looker ... I'm sure you'll like it over here...."
"I don't think I want the job," Ruby said again and started to get up, but the man's hands drew her toward him and crushed her against his chest.
His head bent toward hers; she saw his stained teeth and smelled the nauseating smell of his breath as his mouth sought her own. Turning away her head, she struggled to free herself from his arms and kicked his chin.
"God damn!" he growled. "You're a real she-devil!"
He lifted her by the armpits and put her on the edge of his desk. Pushing her back against the hard wood and crumpled papers, he leaned over her, his crotch pressed against hers, his jutting stomach spread over her hips, and held her down, one hand clamped tightly and firmly on her breast while the other searched under her skirt and fumbled up over her thighs to where her panties met in a flimsy silken triangle over her soft pubic mound. His warm palm burned through the material as he reached down and seized her by this most sensitive area of her body.
"Let me go!" She screamed. "Let go of me!" She twisted and writhed under his hands, feeling his short, stubby middle finger insinuating itself up under the elastic legband of her thin nylon panties. She gasped in sudden pain and humiliation as she suddenly felt it sink deep between the fleshy lips of her vagina and far up inside her. His other hand left her breast and clamped over her mouth, trying to stiffle out the cries of terror building there at the sudden and unexpected attack. Ruby was almost out of her mind from the shock of the quick paralyzing fear of what this pudgy, fat, disgusting man might do to her in his wild uncontrollable lust. She looked up at him for a moment, her eyes bulging wide in disbelief. Sweat was rolling in tiny rivulets from his forehead from the unaccustomed exertion he was forcing on his flaccid body and his eyes shone with twin sparks of madness she had seen before in the wild rolling eyes of the insane in some far distant horror movie she had seen as a child. There was nothing she could do. Her body was frozen and she felt as though she was some distant observer gazing down on the unbelievable scene of her own rape in the office of this horrible creature who could not even be called human for this lewd access of raging lust was completely animal.
Ruby lay on the paper-littered desk like some defenseless cornered mouse chased into a crevice by an evil pursuing cobra. Her muscles were useless and she could only follow his lewd, revolting actions with the fear-dilated pupils of her eyes as he pried her legs apart with his own short fat thighs and edged far up between them. He slipped his finger wetly from her cunt and placing both hands under her knees, lifted her legs high up off the floor, at the same time pulling her toward him across the desk. There was no sound in the room now except the fat man's heavy, faltered breathing that became more desperate with each moment he drew closer to possessing the lovely young body propped defenselessly on the desk. Ruby could feel her body sliding with ease through the disorganized stacks of paper that floated to the floor around them with a strange uneasy silence. Her shoulders on either side of the man's head, his hands snaked around her hips, pulling her toward him again until the whole of her upturned loins were pressed tight against the hard bulge beneath his pants.
The harsh metallic sound of a zipper being hurriedly pulled down broke the silence of the room and Ruby felt the wet lubricated end of his penis pressing hotly against the soft inner flesh of her thighs at the top of her silk stockings. There was nothing separating them now but the flimsy band of her panties running up between her wide-open legs.
She wanted to cry, even more to scream, to tear herself away from this repulsive creature who was using her young fear-frozen body as though she were a whore who had just walked in from the streets. But ... she couldn't. All she could do was to lay still as she was, helpless, on her back over the messy pile of papers scattered all over the desk and let the dirty, filthy old creep play with her tender genitals as he wished. Was it that she was actually enjoying this repulsive scene? It couldn't be! She couldn't have fallen so low! But why was it that she didn't utter the slightest cry to alarm him, to make him stop his dirty game? Ruby rolled her head helplessly, feeling the same, familiar shivers of lust tingling through her heated body.
CHAPTER TEN
The man lifted her legs even higher, still, and pulled her even closer to the edge of the desk until the white, rounded ends of her buttocks were hanging slightly over the side. At the same time, he arched his loins toward the center of her open thighs. She whimpered piteously, the first sound she was able to utter since the horrible nightmare began and a trembling plead escaped in a faltering whisper from her throat.
"Please ... please, don't do this to me!! Please!!"
But, to her increased horror, she saw a lewd smile break across his fat slobbering lips.
"Come on, honey, don't play the little virgin with me! This tear-trick doesn't work with old Al any more! You've got a good little hole there which I didn't dig! I bet you got a hell of a lot of pleasure when the guy was doing it to you, eh...!" His raucous, mocking laughter was unbearable.
"Please...!" Ruby protested again, her eyes wide open in desperate supplication. "Please, mister ... leave me alone ... Let me go! Please!!!"
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you like you have never been fucked in your pretty little life!" He grunted down at her with animal satisfaction; his small beady eyes dropping from bar face to the exposed center of her loins. "Bet you got the hottest lil' pussy in town...."
His hand moved down the inner flesh of her thigh and she automatically raised her head from the desk where it was lying and looked with pleading eyes down between the full cleavage of her still-covered breasts to the spread of her legs below. Another small squeal of protest escaped from Ruby's lips as she saw his thick, fat hand slide around the curve of her leg to her thigh and between her legs to pull aside the thin wet crotch-piece of her panties. Her eyes widened even more and she gave a chocking gasp as she felt the hardness of the head of his cock probing harshly at the now open and unprotected lips of her fear-quivering cunt.
The man brushed it up and down the cum-moistened slit for a short while parting the full, fleshy lips like a blunt knife piercing its way through a soft cube of butter. Her stomach felt sick and nauseated and she heard him begin spitting words in a lewd, dirty language through his clenched teeth as though he were a mad man.
"Oh, what a shake! What a tight lil pussy ...!
Lovely cunt hair ... never seen one like that before ... gonna fuck you like crazy ... come to Daddy, baby ... Don't you like Daddy's big prick...? I'm gonna ram it into your lil' cunt and make you scream your head out ... Yeah, baby ... scream of pleasure! You'd think you've never been with a man before ... a man, baby ... a real male ...!! You'll see ...!
And then ... unable to contain himself any longer, he jerked himself forward, sinking his fat, thick penis half-way into Ruby's cringing vagina. Ruby gave out a desperate choking gasp. An expression of utter disbelief for what was happening came over her face as she felt the thick blunt cock sliding relentlessly into her, filling her to the hilt with his steaming male flesh.
"Oh, Ooooohhhh, please, no. . Noooo.. Please..! Pleaaaaaase. No!!!" Her voice rasped helplessly as the brutal realization that all this was true tunneled into her tortured mind, and materialized there in all it's shocking reality.
The fat old man's eyes gleamed, as he looked down between their now lewdly coupled bodies and watched the slow agonizing disappearance of his thick fleshy cock into the soft curly fleece between Ruby's upheld thighs. When he had it a little over half-way in, he stopped the wet, viscous penetration and hissed down at her tourtured face.
"There, honey ... you like to feel Daddy's big cock inside you. Don't you? You like it a lot, eh!" He laughed again with his horrible short laugh. I'm gonna give you the fucking of your life, baby! I promise you that! Your pussy is really exciting!!!!
A pity it's been already used! Ha, ha, ha!!!!" He roared lewdly.
Ruby moaned in her agony and humiliation, and did not reply to the leering man's ludicrous questions. She did not want to abandon herself to the mounting wave of lust tingling at her hot, throbbing cunt which threatened to overpower her senses.
"You like it, baby, I can tell," he chucled lasciviously. "You want more of it, don't you? You want it all inside you, eh? I can feel that tight lil' pussy beggin' for it. Tell me, baby, tell me, and I'll give it to you, I'll ram it all inside you!" He urged her. "Come on, tell me what you want!"
Ruby could not speak and just nodded her head. Gosh! She had to get it over with or this horrible man would never let her go. He would go on inventing hell knows how many other humiliations ... She just had to get it over with as soon as possible!
"Tell me, baby!" He said even more brutally this time, pinching the soft inner flesh of her thigh hard between his pudgy fingers. Ruby felt her clitoris squeezed beyond any pleasure, sending a searing pain through her body which brought a protesting moan from her clenched teeth. She sensed he could be very brutal and cruel as he subjected her to this shameful situation of having his big, engored prick, throbbing half-way within her wet slippery cunt, and keeping it there, still, until she answered his lewd, humiliating questions.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" Ruby grunted as the pain became even more excruciating. "Y-you're hurting me!" It hurted so much that she found it unbearable. She knew she couldn't resist much longer that pain.
"Tell me to fuck you, baby!" He teased her cruelly. "Tell me to fuck that lil' cunt of yours, baby. Speak up, and you'll get it all into you! I told you I could give you the greatest fucking pleasure you'd ever had! Speak, or I'll become a bad boy." He squeezed her tender flesh a little harder and tears escaped from Ruby's eyes. "You see? Come on, now! Tell me how you want it. You know the words...! Say them or I'll...!" He squeezed her aching clitoris even harder.
"Ooooohhhh! No!" The young girl groaned at the searing pain she felt, and finally found the strength, from deep within her sub-conscious mind, to follow his preposterous command. "Yessss, Oh, yes ... fuck it ... fuck it ... Yes, Daddy, give it to me!"
The lecherous, fat man above her released his flesh-tearing grip on her clitoris and with a triumphant wheeze rammed his enormous cock as far dnto her vagina as it would go.
"Ooooohhh!" Ruby groaned as it dug up inside her cunt stretching the tender lips and inner walls of her vagina wide apart. She grunted as the taut, blood-filled head smashed with a jolt all the way up to her cervix. She found herself completely impaled in the most humiliating position in the world, and the idea of her lush young body completely at the mercy of this disgusting beast made her cringe in horror.
But the fact of having this beautiful young girl there, lying helplessly at his mercy drove the fat, puffing man almost wild with raging lust. He ram med his cock in and out of her, quickly and without any regard to the pain he was subjecting her to by the twisting and turning of her flesh beneath his hands as his huge, thick cock pistoned in and out of her widely stretched pussy like a big, throbbing blimp. There was nothing he could do but lay there and groan out her pain and indignation to the unhearing air above her. There was no one to help her as she laid limp and helpless on the desk, until she suddenly heard the man gasp chokingly, and felt his rhythm quickening. She knew he was soon to reach his climax.
A few lunges more and suddenly the hot, thick sperm of his raping passion came shooting out in short but powerful jets entering deep down inside her trembling creamy belly.
He rollapsed across her body, mashing her breasts against her chest. His limp, now satiated cock was still inside her cum-flooded cavern; his soft, hairy balls lying against the crevice between her buttocks.
After a while, he stood up, puffing and wheezing between her legs for a moment, as the hardness of his penis slowly drained itself and it became delated inside her. Then, he backed away and collapsed in a puffing heap on the couch against the wall behind him.
Ruby had never felt so soiled and degraded in her life as she now struggled to her feet from the top of the desk. The crotch band of her panties slipped back to place under her dress as she stood up, and she could feel it wet and sticky against the aching flesh between her legs by the disgusting flood of his sperm inside her.
Pale and trembling, her fingers nervously tried to straighten up her skirt as he shakily struggled to his feet and stood beside her. She felt an angry frustration for she hadn't even been able to reach a more or less satisfactory climax with the man's brutal fucking.
"Baby, You're a nice little screw ... I think we can use some of those 'goodies' around here!" He laughed as though he had said something funny obviously not realizing that he was humiliating her even further.
Ruby didn't utter a word as she struggled to put some order to her crumpled clothing.
"Okay, okay!" He said, laughing again and blowing his foul-smelling cigar smoke in her face. "You can't blame me for grabbin' a little sex from a cute hot chick like you, can you? I'm only human!"
She finished fixing up her clothing and combed her hair quickly, without breaking the heavy silence.
"Won't do you any good to go to the cops, baby, if that's what you're thinking about!" He threatened her with a knowing smile. "All of them guys in the outer office would swear they didn't hear any struggle going on in here ... Might even say you propositioned me for a sex job, and you know how nasty the cops usually get with broads soliciting decent gentlemen for whoring purposes...."
Without saying a word or looking at him, Ruby picked up her purse, walked over to the door, opened it and slammed it hard behind her. She could hear the horrible laughter of the dirty, fat man as she walked away and tiny tears bubbled in the comer of her eyes.
"Welcome to the big city!" it seemed to her that she heard the mocking voice of the fat man. "You'll love it here, baby...."
Ruby decided then and there that she would indeed love it, from this moment on.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Back in her room, Rubby Antrim cried grievously for a long while, tears of rage and shame flowing freely from her huge, liquid eyes, and running down her cheeks, over her sob-contorted mouth and even wetting the wooly material of her dress, with a cool perceptible moisture of a salty taste which was much less bitter than her real, deeply-felt frustration.
There she was, out of school-which meant she had only one single day to vacate the little room she now occupied in the dorms building-and unable to find a decent job to buy her daily bread with out having some old lecher impose his revolting self sexually upon her unwilling body. She realized she was in a real tight spot.
With that quiet fury of helpless desperation, Ruby Antrim mentally reviewed all the unpleasant incidents and unfortunate and dirty encounters she has had so frequently in her life involving fat, middle-aged men, dirty and profane who had thought they were to be entitled to the possession of her female body to practice with her all their wanton perversions. No matter how hard she had fought to prevent them, in one way or another they had all succeeded in defiling her luscious young body, a body which they had mistreated without exception imposing their aberrant desires to hurt and mortify her sensitive flesh of which they had used in such humiliating manner.
First it had been her father ... It was true that Joshua Antrim never had any sexual contact with his daughter. At least that horror, Ruby didn't have to endure. Her father would have died first than to submit his own daughter to such abjection, and Ruby knew that there are many fathers, all over the nation, who do not share this view, and that was-in her opinion-a hell even worst than the one she was suffering with all her bad luck together.
But Joshua had also been a fat, plumpy man in his late middle-age, who was often dirty and frequently one could hardly come near him because of the intense stench of his foul-smelling pipe that impregnated his clothing as well as the very air around him, where it remained stagnant and acrid in its polluting presence. And Joshua had also many times lacerated her tender body with the excruciating lashes of his heavy leather belt, just because she said some silly nonsense. Later, when she became a shapy adolescent, Joshua belted her brutally whenever he would imagine there could exist any sexuality involved in a casual chat with some boy she knew from the neighborhood, or if by any chance she would merely scratch herself casually on the crotch even to fix her clothing somewhat near there ... These actions were taken as though they were the mark of her sinful nature, and Joshua beated her with panting strength believing he was saving her from the damnation of her dirty thoughts. Once, a year or so ago, Ruby couldn't stand the injustice of his cruel attitude toward her and stared at him, with her eyes fixed at him with a calm which made her look as though her body had been anesthetized and she had become insensitive and was unable to suffer the tearing agony of her father's savage floggings. Her body became streaked with bleeding marks from the cutting edge of his belt, but Ruby kept staring steadily at his eyes, without uttering a word of protest nor moving a muscle that would reveal the excruciating pain that was racking her tortured humanity. At one moment, she was facing him with stern, reproaching look, while the fury of his lacerating belt was falling like a devastating storm all over her body, and long ribbon-like wounds appeared over her arms and even her hands and shoulders, bleeding profusely a stream of dark-red, viscous fluid which clogged over the deep furrows of her macerated flesh. She received two raging lashes over her neck and face and then she felt the entire world slipping out from under her feet, her head felt empty and losing any sense of balance; big smudges of wide blind spots began to cover her field of vision and grew increasingly wider until she lost all conscience of herself and the life she had been able to live in the short span of this unfortunate existence.
Yet, before she sank into the dark irreality of total unconsciousness, she caught a glimpse of her father's eyes, and for a split of a second she was convinced that he was enjoying the brutal and unjust chastisement he was ministering to his young daughter's tender body, and she saw something utterly pervert and obscene in the look she saw glitter at that very moment in her father's eyes, a certain something which had a lot of deviated sexuality involved. It was a pleasure of the senses of an odd, bizarre kind what her father experience while he brutalized her, and he was her own father! And he called himself moral and righteous!
Then there was Bert, the guy who drove her to New York and who deflowered her virginal body so cruelly over the grass the moment he felt like doing so. It was true that he was nor fat nor old, nor did he have any foul smell. But he had also to be included in her collection of men who have needed all that paraphernalia of sexual violence to assure themselves that they are really men ... or, at least, to perform sexually as such ...!
When she was playing and horsing around with Fred, at the empty office, Dean Jensen taken hold of the situation. Fred, the male between the two, got away with only a word. Herself, instead, had to endure the revolting intimacy with the old, fat Dean who had also beated and kicked her to his heart's content. For the same "crime," Fred had been told to get out of there, and had been called a bastard by the angry Dean; while she had been forced to surrender herself in humiliation to him; and, besides had been tortured by him in her flesh and mind as much as he had pleased.
Richard Gwynn, the strong, virile professor of Oriental History, who never ceased to plead with her to come with him to his apartment, where he would possess her only after degrading her to assert his ego careful not to be around when Ruby was prevented to remain at Norkfold. In order to evade any responsibility he might contract with her, he took the pain of not being available anywhere nor inform anyone of his whereabouts during the first couple of days following the Dean's final act of cruelty towards the girl.
Having been left out in the could by everyone she knew and trusted, Ruby finally had gone to answer a want ad for a clerical position at a small, unknown firm. Not only she got no job, but was brutally raped and fucked endlessly by a fat old lecher who was supposed to be the man to give her employment.
After a long while plunged in deep, weary thoughts, Ruby recovered her cool and dried her tears. In a moment like this, she could not afford any tears. She needed to take a decision immediately, for she had to act right away and she realized the trascendental importance of her decision: What could she do right now? Where could she go? How could she get money to live?" The only answer she could find for all those questions together seemed to converge in one point of her reality: She would give men the only thing they seem to want, just like a beast is given the meat of a dead animal, exactly like that she would deliver her body to them. But this time there would be something different in the original arrangement. This time those men who lusted wantonly after her would not get anything for free: she will make them pay through their noses for every moment with her. This time it won't be anymore like before, every one will pay for every second of pleasure taken from her defiled body.
A soft smile of faint bitterness appeared in her pulpous young lips. "Yes, that's the only door I have yet to open; let's see what I find beyond...." She wondered, anticipating a sweet taste of revenge that mitigated the frightening flavor of her own blood.
When she had made up her mind totally about what she intended to do, Ruby Antrim got quickly dressed, and went over to see Polly to ask the friendly pro to give her some pointers, on how to get and treat the customers, etc. She was an authority on the subject.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ruby sat down on a wide, eight-foot couch which was set at an angle to the fireplace. Although the room was luxuriously furnished with white walls, a thick blue rug and matching drapes, and deep, comfortable chairs, it was a mess. Dust lay heavily over liquor-stained tables). Ashtrays overflowing with smelly cigarette butts were on all the tables and partially empty glasses abounded with even a few lying on their sides over the rug. Ruby looked over the room critically and planned how she would rearrange the furniture after she had moved in.
Carrying two cups of coffee, Polly swished in, the blue nylon billowing behind her, her long legs flicking in and out as the skirt parted. She was still nude, and underneath the flimsy material her pink flesh glowed warmly, the nipples on her full swaying breasts and the soft hair covering her prominent pubic mound with a dark red. Her hair combed, her face washed and with lipstick on, she looked more attractive, although when she handed Ruby her cup of coffee, the young, girl could see faint lines of fatigue around her eyes and dark circles beneath.
Polly placed the cup on a side-table and flopped down on a chair across from Ruby.
"Jeez! What a life! At least you look alive!" She said, with a certain bitterness in her raucous voice.
Ruby smiled at her. At first she had been jealous when Eddie had told her he was living with Polly, but now she began to feel sorry for her; she looked so tired and still didn't know that Eddie was going to throw her out, real soon.
"Eddie says you want to start making some dough and that you don't know much about the business." Polly looked her up and down. "But I really can't believe that with the lay-out you've got...! You must have some kind of experience!"
"He said you could probably give me a few tips," Ruby said.
"Honey, what I know I could say in about three words." Polly began "Make your pitch fast, don't waste time with them if they don't grab the bait right away, ask for more that you think they'll give, make them pay in advance and get out quickly afterwards. Of course, that's if you're working the bars or higher-class places. If you're on the street, God help you, there's a going rate." She paused. "You've got a man looking after you?"
"No-o-o!" Ruby stuttered. "Not yet, that is.!!!"
"Well, you soon will. If you're working the street, you'll have your beat and he'll keep an eye on you to see you're not cheating him. He gets the dough, bf course, and in return he takes care of you and protects you. And for Pete's sake, don't try to muscle in on someone else or you're liable to get cut up."
"I don't really intend to work the streets," Ruby said almost in a whisper, feeling a shiver of cold, unpleasant fear running down her spine.
"Yeah. With your looks, you won't have to ... At least, not for the moment ... Later, maybe ... Start right out at the high-class bars and aim high. Someone probably starts promoting you and then you're all set to make a hundred or so a night if you're lucky." She looked at her coldly. "I hope you haven't got your eye on my Eddie." She sounded suspiscious.
"Why, no! Of course not!" Ruby stammered.
"Well, don't. If you know what's good for you." Polly stared at her for a while, and then suddenly smiled warmly.
"I'm sorry, honey, for suspecting you-I guess you're on the square, though." She got up. "Gosh, I need a drink! Want one? I'll do you good, believe an old pro!"
"No, not right now, thanks." Ruby managed to say.
Polly went over to the portable bar, poured herself some gin and sat down next to Ruby, putting her arm along the top of the couch behind the girl.
"Being a woman, I guess you know the rest." She added with a worn-out smile. "I suppose so, but...."
"And another thing. The pay is for a reasonable straight job. If they get any funny and weird ideas,--and believe me, honey, you'll come up against some you never dreamed of,-you can either refuse or get more dough out of them."
"Oh?" Ruby was surprised.
"And unless it's an all-night job, get the hell out of there right after they've had their shake. If they want another, make them pay again."
Her arm slid down and rested lightly on Ruby's shoulder.
"But don't worry, honey. You'll be okay. Just play it cool and you'll soon learn the ropes. And stick to the high-class joints ... I'm sure you'll do just fine."
Ruby couldn't avoid looking at Polly's maturely rounded body so casually displayed under the delicate, transparent blue negligee which laid like shadowed ice over the slumbrous, heavy curves. The woman's hand was lightly stroking Ruby's shoulder and she wondered whether to get up and leave, but decided to wait and see what would happen.
"Sure you don't want a drink, honey?" Polly asked.
"No, thanks." Ruby didn't know what to say or where to look. Polly uncrossed her legs and the skirt fell open. Like polished ivory, her thighs laid smooth and creamy, their heavy, ripe flesh pushed out against the blue cloth by their own weight. "She looked still very competent," Ruby thought.
"That's a pretty negligee." She said awkwardly.
"Thanks. Got it from a boy friend." Her hand rubbed the nape of Ruby's neck. The loose neckline slid down over one shoulder, its edge draped lightly over the full curve of her breast, as large as a ripe cantaloupe.
"Well, I guess I'd better get going," Ruby said. She moved lightly on the couch.
"What's the rush, honey?" Polly leaned toward her, her face a few inches from Ruby's. Over the dilated pupils of her eyes, her lids were partially closed. She ran her tongue over her red, half-parted lips, and then pressed them suddenly and unexpectedly over Ruby's.
For a moment, the young girl twisted in her arms and struggled to get up, but Polly held her securely. And soon the sweet honey of her mouth and tongue, her gentle stroking hands and the warm heavy weight of her body, conquered her momentary shock and sparked a strange fire of desire in her belly. She relaxed and surrendered herself to Polly's lips and body, turning her torso as Polly's hands unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, arching her hips as they drew off her skirt and panties, kicking off her shoes and lying on her back, passively and quietly, as the older woman slowly peeled her nylon stockings from her long, slim legs.
Ruby suddenly squirmed again in an attempt to rise and fight the teasing of her body, but her mind seemed to have gone blank and all sense of perception vanished. The rebellion was only momentary and her body stilled again, readying itself to receive the unknown and strangely thrilling caresses.
"Oh, baby, you're terrific!" Polly murmured. With a hot, moist tongue, she gently licked up Ruby's legs, fluttering her lips against the tender flesh of her inner thighs while Ruby groaned helplessly beneath her.
Then, as though some magic spell had been wound over her, Ruby reached down, grasped Polly's shoulders and pulled her up until she was lying on top of her; their lips met as her full white body writhed hotly against Ruby's golden breasts and belly, their pubic mounds grinding slowly together, the soft curly fleece tangling gently with the deeper red.
Polly ground down against her for a moment and then with a deep, throaty sigh slithered around on top of her. Her fingers pressed gently outwards against the soft, tender lips of her cunt, exposing the now eagerly palpitating clitoris to her greedy eyes. She moaned again and dropped her head down between Ruby's open thighs, sucking the tiny, throbbing bud strongly into her mouth.
Ruby held her breath from the strange and bizarre sensation of another woman's lips touching her there in her most intimate places, so blissfully, and she could feel the rising flames of her lust begin to lick slowly within her tittillated genitalia. Without thinking, she reached up; and, clasping Polly's slowly gyrating buttocks, drew them down eagerly over her face and began softly sucking and licking the salty, sweet center of the other girl's loins. Polly moaned as the tip of Ruby's probing tongue suddenly broke through the outer barrier and slipped wetly up inside the pulsating walls of her cunt. Ruby could feel the girl's movements over her become more desperate with each movement of her tongue in that teasing torture. Then, suddenly, but gently, it was over for both of them. Polly emitted a low, passionate groan from deep inside her throat and Ruby could feel the wetness of her womanly juices flooding down over her cheeks. A moment later, she felt a long, easy flush of fire ripple from deep inside her cervix and burst like a dam broken inside her, flooding her senses with intense, thrilling sensations and carrying her to the towering peaks of the ultimate ecstasy of orgasm.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Faithful to her promise, Polly kept her word and helped Ruby make her initial steps as a professional in the business of the flesh. The next day she contacted Rose Mattela, a senior pro who had extended her range of action beyond prostitution, which she still practiced herself, to an ever-expanding activity of procuring for a reasonable percentage of the profits plus the compulsory tip she charged to the men to whom she supplied women for the asking? She was building her nest's egg for the time-that will come in the very near future when not even her "old-faithfuls" as she would call her steady customers, some of which she had serviced for five, ten and even fifteen years, would find their way to her door. An old whore has to dance the tight rope and agree to whatever revolting idea a customer would have to get his kicks and would find a young pro to go through with it, or starve. The girls saw her like an institution in their business.
"Look, kid," Ruby could hear Rose saying through her thoughts. "Just play it cool. Those guys aren't exactly in the prime of life, so if we play around a bit and wear em out, .they'll be already so stoned they won't be good for more than one time around. Okay?"
Ruby nodded her head in agreement and Rose took them in a cab to the hotel she had mentioned earlier. They rented two adjoining rooms and they all moved into one of them. Maurice, the guy that had taken a liking to Ruby, had a bottle of Gin and ran down for some ice. Ruby drank hers quickly in spite of her disapproving look from Rose when the men had prepared the drinks. She had to have some kind of fortification if she were going to go through with this ordeal. Making love in private, to a guy she liked, was one thing, but with other people watching, that was something different Maurice was delighted to see her drinking so heavily.
"Hey, I think I got a hot one here, ole' buddy!" He said loudly to the other reddy-complexioned man. "Look at her swallow that stuff down."
It felt good and she quickly drank another, feeling her inhibitions lessening with each further drink. The men were delighted and it wasn't long before they were stripping the girls off their clothings and pulling their own off at the same time. By this time, Ruby was feeling no pain. The alcohol had done its job and she shifted her position with each further piece of clothing that Maurice stripped from her to aid his fumbling hands. She watched from the comer of her eye as the man with Rose peeled her clothes from her body at the same time. She was surprised to see that the old 'pro' was still built so solidly and well after all the time she had been in the 'business.' She was well rounded and firm in all the 'critical' spots and did not sag at all like some of the strippers Ruby had seen in the club Chuck had taken her to.
When Ruby was completely naked, Maurice pushed her to one of the single beds and she let herself fall back without resistance into the softness of the mattress while he finished stripping his own remaining clothing away.
She looked to the other bed and gasped slightly to see that the other man had wasted no time. He had pried Rose's willing legs open and was poised on his hands over her body. His long thick cock hanging down between them caused Ruby to shift her body nervously down against the mattress. She had never seen one so huge. It was absolutely monstrous and she was glad Maurice had chosen her tonight. She didn't know if she could have taken the other man inside her without having been split wide open. Maurice joined her on the bed and curled his arms around her, pulling her close to him.
"Let's watch old Bill give it to your girlfriend first, shall we baby?" Maurice proposed lustily.
Ruby nodded her head, feeling his hand close over her breast. She was surprised to see suddenly how nice it felt to be with this complete stranger.
"Ooooooohhhh, Chief, take it easy...!" Rose groaned as Ruby saw the huge, thick rod of flesh sliding slowly down into her girlfriend's vagina. She gasped as she watched the tight pink lips of her cunt being stretched wide, wide apart and Rose kicking her legs out wider to open her loins more for the giant entry. It stopped for a moment, about half-way in, as though it could force its way no farther and Ruby held her breath, squirming her body back against the man lying next to her in her sudden excitement at the wild but captivating sight going on right next to them. Faraway memories of the bull in the pen flickered through her mind as she saw suddenly the back muscles of the man fucking Rose get tense, and a hoarse moan of passion ripple from deep inside his chest. Then with one mighty lunge he speared his blushed rod of flesh all the way down to the thick pulsating base between the widespread legs of the quivering girl beneath him.
"Ooooooohhhh!!!!" Ruby groaned, and her legs splayed out wide on either side of the man's body. Her feet quivered out in the air over the edge of the bed, her toes curling and uncurling without control. His balls smacked sharply against the tiny puckered hole of her anus. She screamed softly, the sound fummled by his shoulder pressing into her mouth. Ruby's eyes gaped open wide as the man began a slow thrusting. in-and-out movement, a soft, wet, sucking sound drifting across the distance from their moist sexual coupling. She found herself clenching her own thighs, tightly together, in a vain attempt to still the slow, but quickening throbs that were beginning deep in her own belly. The man behind her pressed closer into her back and she could feel his hard, pulsating flesh growing between the soft warm cheeks of her buttocks. His hands were around in front of her now and cupping the full resilient mounds of her pulsating breasts. He had the tiny, bud-like nipples rolled softly between his thumb and forefinger and was tweaking them gently in rhythm to the movements of the man fucking her girlfriend on the squeaking bed next to them. Her body trembled and quivered as she felt him begin to move behind her, insinuating the hardness of his cock slowly along the flaccid crevice of her buttocks and up between her thighs from behind. It was a strange, almost unreal sensation to feel the thick shaft of flesh crawling like an unseen snake between her tightly pressed legs.
"Relax, baby, and open them...." The man whispered into her ear as she kept her eyes straight ahead, locked on the lewd spectacle taking place in front of her. The man fucking Rose had increased his speed to an almost desperate rate now and Ruby could see with a vivid, sensual clarity, the tight pink lips clasped tightly around his cock as they pulled out with his withdrawal as though they didn't want to let go of the magic plunging instrument and then as they disappeared fleshily inside again with each hard, almost brutal instroke. The thin, black forest of her pubic hair was wet and matted between her legs from the moisture of the juices flowing between her legs and the man's cock glistened wet and sensuously from the light of the single uncovered bulb hanging from the ceiling of the cheap hotel room.
Ruby trembled again and her body felt hot and unconfortable as though she itched from head to foot and could not control the movements of her buttocks and pelvis that squirmed and writhed back against the hot, fleshy belly of the man teasing her from behind.
"Crawl up on your knees, baby." He said hotly through the mass of long, blond hair pressed against her face. And Ruby did, quickly and with relief. She was beyond all control now and had to have something inside her or she would go completely out of her mind.
She moved quickly, rolling on her stomach and rising on all fours, making certain her head was pointed toward the lewd, writhing bodies entwined like snakes on the bed next to them. The man moved around behind her and rose up to kneel between her thighs, pushing them open wide with his own knees to allow him to move tight up to the naked plane of her white, soft buttocks waving invitingly back at him.
There were no preliminaries, and none were needed. The whole of Ruby's loins were wet and open now from the sensual impact of watching the other couple's violent intercourse on the next bed. The man shuffled forward behind her and with both hands kneading and cupping the twin ivory globes of her buttocks, spread them wide apart. She groaned in uncontrollable impatience and, thrusting her hand down underneath her body between her wide spread legs, she grasped the thickness of his cock and guided the giant pulsating head straight toward the open wet lips of her cunt. She moved it up and down quickly in the warm, pink slit between her thighs, parting the soft curly pubic hair that covered the tender, protective folds of flesh. Then she screwed her buttocks back on it to impale herself on the first full inch of steaming blood-filled flesh. She groaned and pleaded, as she knelt before the utter stranger who had bought her body for the evening pleasure, like a demented nymphomaniac. The hot licking fire roaring between her wet throbbing loins had to be quenched.
"God, what an ass," she heard the man behind her mumbling crazily to himself. And then she went mad with the cruel, uncontrollable desire licking through her.
"Go on! Go on! Fuck me ... Ooooohhhh ... fuck me like he's doing it to her...." Her eyes were still glued smokily to the long, thick shaft of flesh burying itself in hard, deep thrusts between Rose's jerking thighs.
"Aaaaagggghh!!" she screamed, both in pain and relief, as the man behind her suddenly rammed forward with all his strength and plunged his rigid cock far, far up into her quivering belly. She could feel the flesh of the inside of her cunt being pushed in giant, flaccid Waves before the tunneling entrance of the monstrous instrument plunging mercilessly deep up inside her.
"Ooooohhh, baby, you got a tight little pussy," the man droned behind her as, without waiting, he began a series of long, hard strokes into her kneeling body that caused her breasts to dance and jiggle beneath her chest. She grunted and churned back against him with each hard, driving lunge, her face contorted into a strained mask of undisguised passion that matched the wet, sucking sounds that came from behind her wildly squirming buttocks.
It took but a moment until she felt herself erupting inside like a giant explosion rolling across the earth. At the same time, she could feel his hot, white sperm flowing into the deep recesses of her belly, filling her womb almost to the bursting point. The ruddy-skinned man fucking Rose suddenly groaned out too, and Ruby, still throbbing out her own passion around the spurting rod of flesh sunk deep in her own belly, could see him sink his huge cock deep down between Rose's legs and his buttocks began jerking as though they were attached to an electric wire. Thick rivulets of white, sticky cum bubbled out around his tight, flesh-clasped instrument and rolled down Rose's buttocks to the sheet below.
It ended for all of them at the same wild, instantenuous moment and Ruby jerked forward and fell flat down on her stomach, dragging the still connected man who had fucked her from behind down with her. She could still feel slight dribbles of sperm emptying into her from his deflating penis, though his arms and body lay lifeless and limp on top of her back.
... Later, the girls dressed and left the men passed out on the bed. Ruby felt terrible about the way she had let her body run away with her with that stranger who had paid her for her services, thereby labeling her a prostitute. She tried not to show it to Rose and accepted silently the additional bills she collected for their "kickback" when they left the hotel.
She waved goodbye to Rose at the entrance to the hotel and took a taxi. One thing she made up her mind to do, even though she knew it would be hard, and that was to tell Eddie what had happened. He was certain to find out since Rose would undoubtedly mention it to someone he knew. She just hoped against hope, that she wouldn't mention the fact that Ruby had actually let herself get carried away. She could never as long as she lived, admit to Eddie that she had enjoyed it with a total stranger that way.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
For more than three months Ruby kept that arrangement that Polly had made for her and Rose proved to be an excellent source of customers. She would give the young beginner all the benefit of her experienced advice and kept funneling such an amount of men over to her place that in a short while things were flourishing for Ruby and Eddie. They moved together to a very nice apartment where they had two bedrooms, so Eddie could remain in one while Ruby serviced a client in the other easily without the customer's knowledge. This way she felt more reassured. Knowing that Eddie was there, at a few steps distance from her, mitigated Ruby's ever-present fear of finding herself in front of another adept of violence with whom she could do nothing except submit herself to whatever bizarre torture he would conceive in order to get his sickening sexual pleasures. The two of them found this arrangement to be excellent to suit their needs, but they did everything they could to keep it in secret, for they both knew that Polly still carried a torch for Eddie, and it wasn't advisable to provoke the rage of a deserted whore ... Ruby had realized, for a long time, that Eddie's relationship with Polly had not been as platonic as he had pretended in the beginning. Once he had admitted to her that he used to live in Polly's apartment for a while but he had moved on his own because he said he couldn't stand the fact that he had to leave the premises whenever a customer would come, but Polly refused to move from the crummy studio in which she lived at that time and he just moved one day "that he got sick and tired of it all...."
No one had told her, but by simple logic Ruby had concluded that Eddie had been Polly's pimp for quite a while. He had never held a job in his life, his parents have been dead for many years and he kept no contact with any relative of his, none of whom helped him pay his bills. Nevertheless, Eddie Roman had always lived like a dandy ... Even after he "got sick and tired and moved out of Polly's place" it was obvious that he kept receiving money from her....
He had told Ruby that he'd left her completely, and he wasn't seeing her at all for quite a while. That the last time he'd seen her had been a couple of weeks before Ruby had made Polly a visit and the two girls had been so intimate with each other....
But Ruby strongly suspected that he wasn't telling her the truth....
After that three-months impasse during which Rose had kept the customers flowing in and out of Ruby's bed and Eddie had been so nice and good with her and the two of them had lived in peace there, the storm-as usual-had followed the period of calm: one day, she never knew why or how, Polly got the idea of paying Ruby a friendly and unexpected visit in her new adress. Eddie had opened the door for her and when she saw him there, unshaven and wering a bathrobe, it wasn't necessary that he gave any explanation. They argued, and Ruby found out painfully, that her suspicions were true, and her Eddie had gone quite frequently to Polly's place, where he usually had sex with her and pick up his percentage of the girl's hard-earned dough.
On his part Eddie realized that he'd lost a sizable chunk of his personal income from his moonlighting as Polly's part-time pimp, and Polly took good care that he'd get very clear in his mind the fact that money wasn't coming from her to him anymore. So, he couldn't lose Ruby's supply or he'd find himself out in the could....
Therefore, when Polly left and Rubby reproached him bitterly for his deception and even mentioned that she should do now what took so long for Polly to do: leave him and not give him one more cent Then the young and rather unexperienced kept-man got terrified at the idea of losing his only source of income left ... He got in a convulsive rage and said he'll soon murder the two of them.
He hated both women bitterly for their having even mentioned the money they'd given him. Typical among all pimps, he was complexed about a manhood he had degraded, and tried to assert his virility every day by proving his muscular strength surpassed hers, by beating her brutally. "I have been too good with trash like you two!" He shouted frantically as he beated Ruby with open hands. "You'll do as I say or I'll kill you! You hear me?" He threatened, then his clenched fists pounded again and again over Ruby's tortured body. "So be sure you go out and bring me enough dough or I'll break your damned neck, you fucking whore, you good-for-nothing bitch!"
Now with Polly against her, Ruby lost Rose's facilities and support, so now she had to go to the street and pick-up her own clients. "Get into a bar where you see men alone." Eddie had told her, and so she went.
At first Ruby felt nervous; she was reluctant to enter a bar alone for the first time in her life. Nearing the neon-lighted club, she glanced at the doorman who looked her up and down appreciatively and then walked past, her courage failing her. She was afraid to enter and afraid not to, knowing how angry Eddie would be if she returned empty-handed. She walked around the block and stopped for a cup of coffee. Finally, deciding that she couldn't put it off any longer, she left, walked determinatedly to the club and, clutching her purse with nervous fingers and holding her head high, marched through the door which was swept open by the grinning uniformed doorman.
Inside, she paused in the small foyer which was higher than the rest of the ceiling and looked down the short flight of steps. To the right there was a bar and beyond were several dozen tables with a spot-lighted piano at the far end, set on a small platform and being played by an anemic-looking young man who was moaning something about his woman who had left him for a Cadillac. Feeling lost and very conspicuous, Ruby looked around and wondered what to do, but then spotted an empty stool at the bar and walked down the steps and over to it.
When she sat down, a man standing next to her turned around, glanced over his shoulder to see if she was alone or not and asked her if he could buy her a drink. He was short and fat, and his bald head glistened in the dim light; on his nose there was a wart with long black hairs growing out of it. Ruby found him absolutely repulsive, but she already knew she couldn't be choosy.
She said she'd like a Scotch. When he leaned toward her, making idle chatter while his beady eyes appraised her, he smell of his foul breath almost toppled her off her chair. "My Gosh!" She thought What can I do now? I can't possibly get laid by this man!" As he talked and became more openly insinuating, she wished she'd had more experience and wondered frantically how to get rid of him. She glanced around to see if there were any better prospects, but all the other men at the bar seemed to be accompanied by women. Shivering at the thought of his hands on her naked body, (she decided she couldn't possibly do it no matter how much money he could pay. He asked her if she was busy the rest of the evening. She stammered that she had a late date, and had only stopped in for a drink before hand and will have to leave already. Gathering up her gloves and purse, she murmured her thanks for the drink and quickly walked away.
Outside, she breathed the clean, fresh air and debated where to go next. She was afraid to go back to Eddie too soon and without any money, so she started pacing down the street, planning to stop at another bar and there perhaps she'd have a better luck. She passed one bar after another; something seemed wrong with all of them. She was beginning to wish she had taken up the man back at the Club, just to get it over with so she could go home, when she heard a soft voice behind her. She looked over her shoulder; it was the short, plumpy man from the nightclub.
"Pardon me," he said. "Are you sure you wouldn't like another drink?"
"No, thanks," She said, despite her thoughts.
"I can make it worth your while." They walked along together for a few minutes, as he talked to her, a bit haltingly.
Ruby sighed. Although the man was still as repulsive as ever, she decided that he would be better than nothing, for it was growing late.
"Okay," she said wearily, wondering how much to ask for. "It'll be fifty."
He nodded his head; and she wished she had asked for more, she was sure he would have paid whatever she would have asked from him.
They went to the hotel Eddie had pointed out, rented a room and went up without speaking. The man counted out the fifty in ten dollar bills and handed them to her. She shoved them in her purse and they both began to undress, still without speaking. "Well," she thought, "if he's not going to say anything, I'll be damned if I will!"
When she had undressed, she laid down on the 'bed and unenthusiastically watched him. He had hung his coat and shirt over the back of the chair and was now carefully laying his trousers on the seat, making sure the creases were straight. As she had expected, his body was as fat as his face, with rolls of pale, pasty dough-like flesh hanging limply around his waist and a tiny prick dangling in a sparse black nest of hair. Her whole body felt could. She looked down and saw she was covered with goose pimples. The man walked over to the bed and looked silently down at her. She stared back without saying anything, but finally managed to smile weakly.
"Kiss my ear," he said coldly, "it's the only way I can get an erection," then he laid down beside her without even touching her.
She almost burst out laughing with surprise. Turning on her side, she began caressing his ear, running her tongue slowly along the grooves and swirls, sucking the lobe and kissing it with her wet lips.
"Harder," he said unemotionally.
"Okay," Ruby thought to herself, "you asked for it," And she began viciously chewing and twisting his ear with her teeth until she thought she would tear it off. He was grunting and groaning, but Whether it was from ecstasy or from pain, Ruby couldn't tell; and she couldn't care less. She sank her sharp, white teeth deeper into his earlobe and ran her tongue wetly inside. Glancing down through her long, silky hair covering both their faces, she almost fainted in shocked surprise. Sticking up from his groin, like a giant marble rod was" one of the biggest cocks she had ever seen. For the first time since she had met him, she began to get excited and wished he'd start making love to her right away; he already had a mighty powerful erection.
The man suddenly wrenched his head away, rolled over and straddled her, his buttocks on her belly, and bent over to lick wetly the hollow between her full, white breasts. With his hands cupping the quivering, resilient mounds, he squeezed them together until the two red, hardened buds of her nipples were side by side. He thrusted his loins forward, pressing the full length of his giant cock up the tight tunnel between, rocking back and forth so it slid up and down the saliva-moistened groove. Seeing its tip appearing and disappearing between her tightly compressed breasts, Ruby felt the familiar juices of lust begin to flow down between her legs. The man took her hands and made her hold her tits tightly together while he reached behind him and began to finger her vagina with hard brutal thrusts. And .. just as the tension inside her was about to break, he slid down and thrust his huge, pulsating cock hard up her throbbing and now hungry cunt. Her muscles contracted violently around his powerful driving organ and she bucked under him as he ground down into her from on top of her writhing body.
"Bite my ear, bite my ear, I tell you!" he chanted down into her hair.
She seized the fleshy lobe between her teeth and furiously sucked and chewed, feeling his pelvis smack against hers harder and harder until, with one quick gasp fom his lips, he emptied himself completely inside her. She, jerked for a moment trying to reach her own completeness, but it was useless. He was dead inside her and rolled limply off her squirming body, withdrawing his deflated prick with a noisy sucking sound. She clenched her fists tightly together to drive back her disappointment. She overcame it quickly and got up, went to the bathroom to finished herself up, with her own fingers.
The man was still lying on the bed when she came out.
"Can't you stay any longer?" He asked hopefully.
"No, I'm afraid I've to go now." She answered, remembering Polly's advice to get out quickly when a guy had finished with her the first time. She dressed quickly while he watched her and left just as he started to get out of bed.
It hadn't been quite as bad as she thought it would be, she thought to herself as she went down the stairs toward the street. Now, she would head directly for home-and Eddie! She sighed with relief.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
She walked away from the hotel and looked for a taxi. As she rounded a comer, She collided with a man who was walking hurriedly, head bent. He stepped back, murmured a quick "Pardon me," and started to pass, when he suddenly shouted, "Ruby! Ruby!" and grabbed her arm. "Ruby, how wonderful to see you again!"
Not recognising him at first, she stared blankly at his lean body and wide, happy smile. Then she realized this was the guy who had picked her up on the road, that day which seemed years ago, when she had left her native small town, heading for the big alluring city. "What was his name? Oh, yes, Bert." She remembered now." Bert!
"Bert!" she said and kissed him joyously. "What are you doing in New York?" She was delighted to see him.
"Up over the weekend from college," he said. "I've been trying to find you all over. I had your old address, but they said you'd moved."
"Yes, just a couple of days ago." She replied.
"Come on. Let's get a drink. This needs celebrating." He steered her into a nearby car, his face radiating the pleasure he felt at having her again. "What a piece of luck to run into you, baby! I'd almost given it up."
They sat down in a bar and ordered drinks.
"How's everything with you?" Ruby said.
"Oh, just fine. What are you doing these days?" He asked.
"I...." she hesitated. "I gave up my old job and am looking for a new one right now." The excitement of seeing Bert again had whirled her back to the innocent days of her life in her home town and she had almost forgotten what she had been doing, just fifteen minutes before. At the thought of how much she had changed since she left Stetson City and how far she had gone on a doubtful road, she became somewhat panic-stricken. Bert had been the first man to possess her lovely body and for nothing in the world did she want him to find out what she had become since.
"Didn't you like your old one?" He said casually.
At first, she didn't understand, so deeply she was plunged in her thoughts, then she understood he was referring to her apartment. "Not particularly," she managed to keep her voice steady. "But I suppose I should have waited until I'd found another one-I'm getting kind of low, in cash, that is," she lied.
"Look, can I help you out, Ruby?" He said eagerly. "Really, I'd love to lend you some money."
"No, that isn't necessary, Bert, but thanks, anyway."
"Come on, Ruby, not with me!" Bert reached into his pocket and got out his wallet. "Here, take thirty. Please. I wish I had more to give you, baby."
"WelL okay. Thanks." She took the bills and stuffed them into her purse. She had long wanted to buy Eddie a present She decided it would be better to steer the conversation away from how she spent her time. "How's college, Bert?"
"Okay. I'm almost through, you know. Just a few more months."
"Then what?"
"I thought I might come to New York and get a job. Are you planning on staying here, Ruby?"
"Yes, I guess so."
"The big city suits you fine. You look wonderful, Ruby-and a lot older."
She laughed. "You mean I've aged that much?"
Bert blushed in confusion. "No. No. I didn't mean that! Just that you look so cityfied and sophisticated since the last time I saw you. Then, you were beautiful, that's right, but so innocent, girlish. Now, you're ... you're fabulous!" He looked admiringly at her bare shoulders rising like a pale flower above the sheer black dress.
Ruby laughed again. "You mean I wasn't before?" She said teasingly.
Bert became embarrassed. "You know what I mean. Simply right now you are just the most beatiful thing ever!"
He gazed at her, open admiration in his eyes; they reminded her, misty behind the lenses, of a puppy begging for food, pleading and hopeful. More accustomed to the hard, cynical talk and lusty admiration of the men she had met since she had come to New York, she found his boyish confusion and awkward attempts to compliment her most appealing, although somewhat embarrassing. She remembered how experienced and mature he had seemed to her that day when he had possessed her on the harsh ground, and deflowered her. A momentary twinge of guilt stirred in her heart as she suddenly thought of all the past, brought back by this chance meeting with Bert; of her parents back there in Stetson City. How much she had deceived them, maybe even herself! But she felt happy again as she thought of Eddie and how exciting her new life was, a life she wouldn't trade for any other. She suddenly felt years older than Bert.
"Dear Bert," she said and took his hand in hers and squeezed it. "You're so sweet ... You are a nice boy!"
He looked disappointed. "Is that all you think of me, Ruby? You felt different about it when we first met. Remember?!" Then, you considered me a big man, a man capable of...." He didn't finish his phrase, letting her complete it in her mind.
"Oh, you're impossible," she laughed. "I guess I've just changed. My life back home seems so far away."
"Ruby, I do hope we can see each other a lot when I come to New York." He said hopefully.
She immediately became weary and evasive. "Well, probably. But I'll have a job then and I'll be a lot busier, you know."
"And so will I-but I'll never be too busy to see you, baby." Unlike Eddie's poker-face, Bert's betrayed every flicker of his feelings, and now it was hopeful and pleading again. "Where are you staying? I may not be able to come here again before I finish school, but I'd like to write to you."
"Well, that's a bit difficult." Under no circumstances did she want him to find out she was livdng with Eddie. "I'm staying at a hotel right now, but hope to find an apartment. I'll tell you what, the best thing to do is to write to me at my aunt's."
"Okay. Just so I can find you whenever I come back, without having to bump into every female in New York!"
Someone stuck a quarter in the juke-box and a swingy ballad pulsed out.
"Want to dance?" he said.
"Where?" Ruby looked around. Although the bar was almost empty, there was hardly any floor space.
"There's room between the tables. Come on." He got up and helped her to her feet.
Even in high heels, the top of her head came only just to his mouth. At first, he seemed ill-at-ease, and held her practically at arm's length, as though she were so fragile she would break if he pressed her too hard against him. This amused her and she snuggled up against him until they were both swaying slowly to the music, body against body, his head bent, his nose and lips nuzzling in her hair.
"You smell so nice," he murmured. "Your smell used to be fresh as a spring meadow, but now it's different, it goes to my head like liquor...."
She knew he wanted her, but her new aspect made him shy to make any open advances for fear of being rejected. However, after her frustration with the fat man, she needed physical release. As She felt his young virility taut through the rough tweed of his trousers, her desires rose again, more violent than ever. She wanted a man, desperately. She needed to be fulfilled, to reach those marvelous heights of pleasure of which her disgusting first client had robbed her. And Bert was here, ready; his urgency vividly present and showing in the painful throbbing of his male organ against the tight material of his pants.
So, she rubbed her body up against his like a purring cat; her breasts, smashed against his chest, became hard, the nipples turgid and aching. Between the soft masses of her thighs, she felt his leg moving slowly and insistently, pressed strongly along the lips of her cunt, while the turgid lump of his erection jutted into the soft flesh of her belly.
"Ruby, Ruby," he breathed in her ear, "I love you so!" As they danced together, their bodies fitting into each other, lust rose within her to spread the dull ache emanating from her groin throughout her limbs until her whole body was hot, trembling with desire and passion. He, too, was now breathing heavily, his muscles as tense as a hard coiling spring.
"Let's go to my hotel," he whispered in her ear, sure that she would accept.
They left and found a taxi. The door had no sooner slammed closed than he crushed her in his arms and their lips met in a long, mellow kiss and their tongues sucked the honeyed juices of each other's mouths. Oblivious to the motions of the jolting taxi, of the screetching halts for stop-lights, they remained clasped together, searching for the treasures of their lips and mouth, insatiable and without pause until the taxi jarred to a stop and a dry, ironical voice said: "Here we are, you loverbirds."
Blindly they climbed out. Bert paid the man, mumbling a quick "Keep the change." Then they started for the entrance of the hotel, not caring about the mocking laughter of the driver.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
When they reached Bert's room, Ruby looked around and noticed a few of his clothes scattered about. She didn't dare meet his eyes which she felt fixed intensely upon her. Strangely, he made her feel like a young, innocent virgin again.
"Oh, Ruby, Ruby!" he murmured raucously as he walked toward her. He picked her up and carried her over to a large chair. He sat down, holding her on his lap. With his fingers, he slowly traced the arch of her eyebrows, the hollow of her cheek, then ran it softly over the gentle pout of her lips. She took one of his fingers between her teeth and gently bit the tip while they looked deeply into the bottomless depths of each other's eyes, seeing reflected their mutual lust and desire.
Bert brushed his hand down the thick mane of her hair and drew her head down; his lips kissed the fragile shells of her closed lids and whispered over her nose and cheeks to her lips, nibbling the smooth fragrant flesh, following the sweet of her hairline to the nape of her neck. Her head bent, his fingers ran lightly down the curve of her spine until they touched her low-cut dress and, as she straightened up, followed the black demarcation around to her breasts which swelled softly over the top of the material. He kissed the hollow of her neck, quietly, while his other hand strayed lightly up her leg, stroking the firm curves until it reached the full softness of her thighs and the barrier of her panties.
"Just a second," she murmured and got up.
Reaching behind, she unzipped the top of her dress with its built-in brassiere so that it fell away from her suddenly, revealing in one sweep the full lushness of her torso which rose well above her slip, glowing pinkly. Through the transparent silkiness Of her slip, her legs rose lean and long; the stockings, a dusty tan over the tawny skin, moulding smoothly and tautly the upward curves, marking the middle of her thighs with a thin, dark line, the flesh above wedged upward.
Bert watched her mutely, his hands clenched together, beads of perspiration forming on his upper lip and forehead. Like a blooming flower, she stood before him, her hair tumbling loosely over her shoulders, framing the oval beauty of her face. A lock strayed down over one breast, its swaying gracefulness accentuating the firm upward piles of her breasts, whose rigid tips glowed dully like two wild berries. She put her fingers under the elastic of her slip and began to slide it down, wriggling her hips as she did so. Bert leaped out of his chair and Tan over to her, saying raucously: "Let me do it, baby. Let me!"
He knelt before her, his head on level with her waist, and looked at the fine texture of her skin, the flat planes of her sides which leveled down to the black of her slip. He looked up and saw her breasts, small and firm, jutting outward like two ripe oranges. But he did not touch her inviting nude flesh. Instead, he carefully put his hands on the smooth, silky material, hooking a finger under the elastic band, and slowly drew it downward, thus inch by inch uncovering to his admiring gaze the swelling fullness of her hips, round and resilient under the flimsy panties, and the rise of her pubic mound richly covered with an umbrage of soft, curly hair. Her slip lying in a pool around her feet, be drew off her panties with the same slow, studied care, and unhooked her stockings and garter-belt, peeling the hose down one by one between his two hands, feeling the slippery stuff give way to the warm, resilient flesh of her thighs and calves. Finally, she stepped out of her shoes, and stood before him completely naked, silent before his intense gaze, her body quivering with anticipation.
Controling his impatience, Bert reached up and touched her, his fingers running like gentle spiders over her body, as though he had to find and to know every hair, every pore, savor every curve and hollow, every drop of perspiration, memorize her entire body, so he could store it in his mind. So light were his fingers over her flesh she could scarcely feel them, but they were warm and scaring their touch felt like a slight shock of electricity which coursed through her limbs and made her feel completely alive. She closed her eyes, breathing heavily, trembling uncontrollably. Through the entrance of her womanly passion, she felt the muted urge of the flesh, and the memory of their first lovemaking flickered through her mind.
Then, just as she thought she could no longer stand his teasing fingers, she felt his warm lips on her stomach and then lower down at the juncture of her thighs. She put her hands on the back of his head and pressed it against her, murmuring: "Yes, yes ... Oh, darling, kiss me there!"
His lips found the ridges of pink flesh embedded in the encircling hedge of silky curls and his tongue dipped into the soft cleft between, which he licked and sucked deeply, tasting the pungent liquor of her seeping passion. Clasping his head, which was glued to her loins like a leech, her head fell forward, her hair curtaining her quivering breasts and, moaning softly, she rocked and swayed as the agony of pleasure burned brighter within her until the final ecstasy made her whole body leap and shiver in a paroxysm of bliss, and she doubled over and fell on top of him, her still contracting pelvis trolling on his shoulder.
He put his arms around her buttocks, balanced her on his shoulder, got up and carried her over to the bed where he laid her gently down. Then he undressed quickly, snapped out the light and laid down beside her. Through the half-open slats of the Venetian blinds, a neon light outside sent bars of pulsating, changing lights across the bed, bathing them in alternating darkness and slabs of rainbow colors.
Although his penis was hard and throbbed with readiness, he continued to explore her body, ever different in the changing light-as if he had not one passionate woman under his eager hands, but many, each more tantalizing than the other.
Now her full, flaccid breasts rose up in the crisscross of green light like sullen hills, their nipples hard and resilient like rubber. The soft cleft of the pubic hair covering the wetness of her loins looked teasingly devilish, mysterious and bewitched by the thin, moist trench of her vagina dividing it equally .into two tiny thrilling triangles of soft down. Now the lights flashed to still a different color as she rolled over, turning under his inquisitive, fondling hands, her smooth rounded buttocks rising like two full moons, the crevice between them a dark path of sin leading down to the center of her sensual being. Bert could not stand the torturing wait any longer.
He dropped his hands to the mattress and slid them under her stomach and pulled up until she was crouching on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her, his long rigid cock nosing its way up between the upraised columns of her thighs which quivered in the light. As he rocked slowly back and forth behind her kneeling body, teasing the white softness of the flesh between her legs with the wet strength of his erection, he could feel her trembling under his hands.
He clasped her buttocks and pressed them apart gently so as not to break the magic of the lustful spell they were under. He pressed slowly forward and felt her hand beneath her body reach back and secretly enfold his hardness and guide it softly between the warm, tender lips of her cunt. The soft, sparse hair surrounding it grazed maddeningly against the sensitive bulbous head. Resting on her arms, she groaned softly, lowered her back and arched her hips in the air to expose the flowering entrance to his searching cock. Inch by inch he eased into the moist, secret tunnel, feeling the rings of muscles giving way to his slow but relentless pressure. The soft and contracting muscles relaxed momentarily as he pressed by them and then, without warning, would clamp violently back around him like tight slippery rubber. Ruby groaned as he suddenly touched bottom and he was fully imprisoned within her.
They held still for a moment, savoring the moist, delicious contact of their bodies and then, with the rhythm of the changing light streaming through the window, his hands guided her rotating hips and he slowly drew out, the movement making a wet, sucking noise of intercourse that incited their passions to even greater heights. She thrust her buttocks back and sucked him into her again, and now they stayed coupled together so that her body leaped and churned around the hardness of his cock as though she were a fish on the end of a spear.
"Now, darling, now!" She cried and with a sudden gigantic lunge, she exploded in her orgasm, tears of joy rolling from her cheeks. Bert groaned behind her and sinking his jerking cock deep up in her belly, poured forth his hot thick sperm in gush after gush of flowing passion.
Exhausted, they fell on their sides, still fused tightly together. They rested quietly for a few minutes and then he turned her on his penis until they were facing each other, their legs closely entwined. Their lips met in a timeless kiss and their hips and buttocks moved as their desire once more climbed to the crest and exploded. Afterwards, the throbbing muscles of her vagina squeezed him tightly, draining the last of his sperm from his satiated loins. Then, they fell into a long, dreamless sleep.
